| Pindanon is a proud, no-nonsense warrior who takes his position very seriously. He expects and demands the very best from his troops, and they are only too eager to give it to him. He has quiet reservations about the current ruler of Arborlon, Ander Elessidil, who ascended the throne after Pindanon's old friend and lord Kind Elessidil passed away after a long illness.
Pindanon feels Ander didn't have enough formal training as a Prince to properly govern the kingdom, and should rely more on the prime minister and his chancellors. He does recognize that Ander was thrust into a difficult situation at an early age and is willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. He is wise enough to keep these opinions to himself, though. Pindanon is never seen without his gleaming mithril armor, scarlet cape, and longsword. He rides to battle on a huge white charger. |
Pindanon comes from a line of retainers to the House of Elessidil that spans hundreds of generations. He enlisted in the military as soon as he was able, much to the dismay of his parents, who expected him to spend his days as they did, fawning over the royal family at court. Pindanon was bored to tears with higher learning and the fineries of noble life, and left to seek adventure. He enlisted under a false name so his family's position would grant him no special favors. He soon discovered he had a natural talent for sword, lance, and bow and soon had the chance to prove himself on the field of battle. The Lord Regent of Azeroth had called for the aid of his old friend King Elessidil in his ongoing struggle with the Orcish Horde, and Pindanon's regiment
was at the vanguard of many assaults, where he earned great notoriety for his courage and tenacity. King Elessidil at the time was still a young and impetuous king, and felt his place at time of war was at the front with his troops. Pindanon had meanwhile been promoted to Captain of the Home Guard, the King's elite bodyguards, and a suprise attack by the Horde one dark night found Elessidil in grave peril with only Pindanon to protect him. When the sun rose the next morning, reinforcements from Azeroth's army found the Elven camp devastated, with only a few bady wounded survivors left to tell the tale. But up on the hill near the royal tent, the tattered Elven battle standard still flew proudly in the breeze, with King Elessidil lying gravely wounded at the base of the flag. Standing over his King was a grim figure, a figure in rent and notched armor covered in Orcish blood and blood from his own wounds, barely able to stand and yet clenching a dripping sword in his trembling hands as if daring the next challenger to try and harm his King. Surrounding him was an uncountable number of Orcs, Trolls, and other foul creatures who had tasted Pindanon's sword in their attempts to destroy the Elven King. Both Elessidil and Pindanon recovered from their wounds after many months, and Pindanon was promoted to General of the entire army of Arborlon. He is widely regarded as a living legend and it is often whispered that no weapon has been made that can kill him. His troops follow him not as much out of respect, but more in awe. |
