Bio

“Shots first, asks questions only when they are bleeding sufficiently.”

“The only good drow, is a dead drow”

As a child, Eximere showed skills in swordplay, archery and acrobatics. He lived in a small village, not far from West Sea and lived a peaceful life, although always looking for an adventure.

Then, one cold night, a drow raiding party came from the sea and attacked the village.
The drow were known to be a pest in these lands, but this time they were more powerful and showed no mercy to young or old. He saw his friends executed in the most mortifying ways.
By chance, the villagers had a visitor staying at the local tavern.

He was a lone forest ranger, named Tanis, who passed through on a quarterly basis.
When the drow burst into the tavern the only thing they found was his blade, deep in their gut.

This ranger had almost single handedly beaten the drow.

From then on Eximere wanted to be more than just a villager, he wanted to be just like Tanis.

He spoke to his elders and they sent him to a master druid to be trained.
At his new home he met other like minded adventurers.
During his training, the master had organized for him to spend a couple of weeks with Tanis himself, to finalize his training. There he learned more about the drow to help avenge his friends. He had learned about their race, their hunting habits, their magic, how to track them and all of their weaknesses. He vouched to slay every single one that took a breath of air.

Tanis did not share equal hatred for the drow and had dismissed Eximere from his training early.

Once his training was complete with his master, he set forth on an adventure with his companions.

Although throughout his life he had departed with all of his friends that he initially trained with, he had gained a handful of loyal comrades that he had given his life for, more than once.

One of his close friends is Fury, who is a mage and also an elf. Fury has been traveling with Eximere for years. Although Eximere doesn’t particularly like (probably because he doesn’t understand) the arcane magic, but he understands it’s usefulness.

He prefers to attack with his bow, rarely missing his target. Then closing in and finishing with his two swords. Recently he has been gifted with a small selection of divine spells by his deity Corellon Larethian.

Eximere has not always followed Corellon and although he does not curse himself for following other gods throughout his life, he understands that no other deity will support him as much as Corellon, in his path to purify the world of all the drow.

There is one thing that worries Eximere, he is able to track and slay a filthy drow, just as easily as his own kind. Is this a cruel blessing or a twisted curse?
He doesnt know, but it keeps him up at night…