EOLTHRYC

Equal parts swordsman, and equal parts debonair, Eolthryc is widely known in
some circles as the epitome of the consummate gentlemen. Though lesser known
to some throughout Aabahran, the simple yet engaging tale of Eolthryc's
ascendence to the Immortal choir overseeing the lands has begun to quickly spread
throughout the cities, unto the furthest reaches of the lands. Some say he owes
his immortality to the swiftness of his fencing art: others, to his art with words
and their usage in creating grand tall tales and other entertaining quips. Though
the truth may not be known, one thing is for sure: He considers himself exceedingly
proficient in both forms of expression, as he would not-so-humbly exclaim.
 
Eolthryc's tale began in the sprawling city of light, Val Miran. Son of a nobleman,
Eolthryc was blessed with the luxuries and amenities afforded to an aristocrat.
He quickly rose through the ranks of the blademaster guild, and was a promising
member of the fencing team at Val Miran's top-notch school. His path seemed
to be set before him, to take over as the head of the Guild. This, however, did not
entice Eolthryc. You see, the one thing that was faster than his rapier, was his tongue.
When not helping teach classes at the guild or attending some ball or other grandiose
event, Eolthryc could be found loitering by the fountain in the Central Square, spinning
tales to all who would stop to listen. The thrill of a well told story and the emotions
it brought on was nearly as satisfying to him, as performing a perfectly executed
parry and riposte. At an early age, Eolthryc learned a very valuable lesson. A good
story, when told with the right amount of expression and passion, can do more
for the soul, can right more wrongs, and ultimately do as much if not more good,
than can even the most exquisite swordsman hope to do with one righteous
campaign.
 
Thus, forgoing the easy path through life before him in the city he was most
comfortable in, Eolthryc set out into uncharted territories he had visited only
in his imagination. Equipped with nothing but his wit, a fresh journal with plenty of ink,
and the two weapons which he would use to help write his stories, he began his
quest to carve his way into history. The world would soon know of Eolthryc, and as
far as he is concerned, it shall be better off because of that fact.