Shamah Tahl'brar, an Elven Blacksmith

[adamantineman]

Description:

Shamah Tahl'brar (Sunmage Bladecrafter, a named I derived using www.angelfire.com/rpg2/vortexshadow/names.html)

A relatively tall Sun Elf, or an Ar'Tel'Quessir in the Elven tongue. He has deep bronze colored skin with copper colored hair and eyes like that of liquid gold.

The slim elf looks like he could stand to gain a few pounds, yet this is an illusion to his actual strength and endurance.

Sinewy arms branch out from a barreled chest which slopes down to a wiry waist. If seen, along his side is a large scar running vertical, from shoulder to hip, large enough to be a mortal wound, yet somehow he stands.

His life may be short lived but his tale is far longer than books could tell.

He wears things of the color azure and has a highly decorated Elven blade sheathed at his waist.

He wears a blue quarter moon talisman around his neck and a silver mithral circlet about his head.

[adamantineman]

Shamah sits outside the Fletcher's Rest . After a short rest and a light meal of fruits and berries, he pulled from his pack a journal and quill.

Quite the adventure today, always getting myself into tight situations as usual. I traveled far to the west of Fletcher's Rest, till the road crossed over a river from a breathtaking waterfall. I decided to explore a bit of Dawn Trail some more, but the ground beneath me came alive.

It swallowed whole gibberlings, not all of them however, they seem to be coming out even during the day. They were quite numerous but I easily dispatched them.

I made a makeshift warning sign to fellow adventurers' and travelers'. I left back towards east, and decided to head off trail into a clearing. I came upon loads of orcs.

The deeper I went the more mountainous the hills grew, and the orcs! It was quite a challenge. When I thought I was at the end, the grand finally of my life, I woke up from a dirt nap.

To the surprise of my eyes, I had been rescued by a gnome, Timil Tae. I am forever in his debt. The Fletcher seems to be getting nervous about my sitting outside the building here. Forever paranoid of Zhents. I'm well rested now, and should perhaps get moving anyways.

Shamah closes the journal and wraps his quill in a cloth, gently packing them away. Shouldering his backpack, he begins to head wherever his boots take him.

[adamantineman]

Shamah enters the All Faiths Chapel. He wrinkles his nose. "Gah! Stinks in here. But beats sleeping in goblin infested woods."

He sat on a hay bale and took out his journal and quill, and begun writing.

So much to write about, but the long day has caught up with me. Let me just conclude that I have made many friends, and slaughtered many goblins and orcs. Oh, and saw a naked dwarf for the first time. And... a naked elf at that too.

Shamah closes the journal and spreads out the hay bale into a makeshift bed. Bunching up his cloak, he tucked under it the journal, and his backpack, and rested his wary head on it. Content, he fell into reverie with eyes closed.