“Thy last breath be in Morrslieb’s sight”
- Elf, Hunter
- Male, 100 years of age, 5’ 7”, 125 lbs, Brown hair, Gray-Blue eyes
- Born: Reikwald Forest
- Star Sign: Wymund the Anchorite – Sign of Enduring
- 2 Siblings
- Career Exits: Bounty Hunter,Charcoal Burner, Fieldwarden, Kithband Warrior, Miner, Scout, Soldier, Targeteer
- Antitoxin Kit
- Common Clothing
- 2 Animal Traps
- Wooden Tankard and cutlery set
- 27 Arrows
- 127 GC
- 10 SC
- Night Vision – 30 yards
- Excellent Vision – +10% to Lip Reading / Perception tests involving sight
- Savvy – +5% Intelligence
- Hardy – Permanent +1 Wounds
- Very Resilient – +5% Toughness
- Marksman – +5% Ballistic Skill
- Rapid Reload – Reloading costs 1 half action less
Isundil Rianneyll was born in an elvish village in Reikwald Forest. One of three sons, all raised with the intention of following in their parents’ footsteps. Isundil’s parents were very common people, whose major tradeskill was artistry. The first many years of his life began very ordinary, during his childhood he played with the other inhabitants of the village. The first things he learned while growing up, was communication. Given the family trade, as well as the location in the empire, being able to speak with humans was a necessity.
Roughly fifty years after his birth, the whole family gathered some of their work and joined an autumn trade caravan traveling to Altdorf. The last outing to pick up any needed supplies before snow began to fall and the way became difficult. While still a great distance from their destination, the caravan was overtaken by a bandit ambush. His family, as well as a great deal of the other passengers, were killed. There was barely any time to act, and given the size of the ambush flight was the only option.
Not daring to travel the week long trip back to the village alone he continued towards Aldorf. Though it was too late for anyone to aid the caravan, the human city would offer at least some safety. Foraging what was known to be edible, Isundil continued onward. On the way he happened upon a hunters camp, where a single human sat cooking his days catch on the fire. Upon learning of Isundil’s parents’ demise, the man was more than willing to offer food and shelter.
Hermann Otzlowe was his name. A well trained hunter who preffered a somewhat nomadic lifestyle, traveling from city to city. his life largely revolved around finding an upcoming festival with great need for food, and supplying them with fresh meat at a hefty price. Given that the elf had lost everything, Hermann offered to take him in and teach the art of hunting.
Learning how to become a proper hunter is harder than you may think. Though most elves are taught how to use a bow, improvement is always possible. Shooting accurately is also just a minor part. Being able to follow tracks, knowing where to set your traps, and staying hidden also play a good part in it. Years passed, the men traveled around the empire. Hermann, as humans tend to do, grew old.
The hunting life is not a kind one, so given that his age had begun to catch up with him Hermann decided to retire. After one last trip to Altdorf, where all the profit from his years of hunting had been stored, the hunters parted ways. Hermann decided to purchase an inn, and ideally pay for the rest of his life quietly. Isundil wandered for awhile, signing up with a nearby militia to deal with some of the thugs and bandits that have always haunted Reikwald Forest.
When his time with the militia was spent he found a caravan traveling from city to city giving performances. They were looking for somebody to bring in food and assist with cooking. Having nothing better to do he took the job.