Full Name: Pendragon
Race: Elven
Occupation: Ranger
Titles: Pendragon, Lord of the
Continuum, Hunt Master, Disciple of Valorin
Vital Statistics
Strength: Brawny
Intellegence: Bright
Wisdom: Learned
Dexterity: Agile
Constitution: Energetic
My Early Years
I suppose that before I relate the story of my life I should let you know
how I became known as Pendragon. Pendragon is not the name I was born with,
that name I am afraid has not been voiced in so long that I am sure no one
even remembers it, even I have trouble recalling what it was. I was born
on the Isle of Bar-ar-gaer in the year 73. My parents were a member of an
obscure cult that worshiped the mighty red dragon Mordred, whom at that
time
lived in the northern part of the isle. As a child I was marked for service
in the priesthood of that order and I grew up with the goal of becoming
their leader in my mind. In the year 91 the ageing leader of the cult died,
and although I was very young for it, I was chosen to become the new leader,
or Pendragon as we called him. Now at this time there also lived a cult
of
vampires in the north western corner of the isle. Seeing that we were
vulnerable with the loss of our old leader they attacked, and I am sorry
to
say I was not up to the task of defending my brethern. In the end we were
decimated by the creatures, and I was the only one left alive, the last
member of the Order of the Dragon, the last Pendragon.
The Adventure Begins
With the loss of my family and home I decided to leave the Isle of my
birth and see what the wider world held in store for me. I was soon
approached by a mysterious being known as Jakari. He was of elven heritage
like myself, but he seemed to be much darker. I learned later he was a
drow elf, a race of pure evil. He wanted me to join with him in a new Order
he was founding, an order dark power and chaos. Having just survived the
destruction of my old Order I was unwilling to participate in another, so
I declined his offer. He was quite understanding and even gave me some aid
to help me get started on my journeys. I have always remembered his aid
and
looked upon him and his order with respect, something I think I later earned
from them as well. Having parted company with Jakari I set along the road
I had chosen, encountering many adventures and making many friends along
the way. I will never forget sitting beside the road with Umfgard making
fun
of one of his friends, or my first visit to the Underworld with Heinreich.
My Years in the Pack of the
Grey Eyed Wolf
During my wanderings I began to miss the feeling of comradship that I had
while a member of my old Order, and I began to search for a way to regain
it. Finally I met up with a thief by the name of Svet, who was also looking
to begin a new order. Together with some other like minded individuals we
formed a guild of adventurers and many grand adventures were had.
Unforunately as time passed people started drifting apart, and some left
for
other endevours. For a time I again served as guildmaster, but I chose to
give that up in favour of a younger, more energetic wolf. After a while
it
seemed as if the old energy had passed for good, that is until a new Order
arose in the realms.
The Continuum
In my wanderings around the world I had met many characters, and made many
friends. Recently many of those I considered my closest companions decided
to once again form a new Order in the world. At this time I was still a
member of the Pack, and was loath the leave the guild which I had helped
to
found. However I was felt a new energy coursing through me when I adventured
with this new group. I decided that once I was able to ensure the continued
survival of the Pack I would move on and join this new Order, the Continuum.
It has not been easy, the Continuum is powerful, and has made some enemies
which seek to destroy us, we shall prevail however, so long as we remain
together we will one day lead the world. And I feel younger than I have
in
a long time.
To be continued...
Updated November 22, 1997