Althanian
EXP: 6,386, Level: 3
Level completed: 35%,
EXP required for next Level: 2,614
Brokenthorn Forest...
It was a Tuesday. The wind came in off the west. One man who was sitting on a tree nearby to the woman's position was a man named Elthas Belthasar. He was taking a small nap atop of the tree when the scent of blood touched his hyper sensitive nostrils. His nostrils flared up for a moment and he awoke. He adjusted his hat, his fedora hat, and skillfully leaped off the tree. Landing in a balanced way.
He adjusted himself and took a deep pull of the scent of blood he'd smelled. He knew the general direction was a nearby river that cascaded across the region of Scara Brae. He adjusted himself once more and made his way to the source of the blood...
The scent had a strangely familiar texture and quality to it.
He was a forest elf, and preferred living away from large settlements and cities.
His people were nomadic in nature and wandered the forests of their world, Althanas. He was on the move making his way towards the owner of that scent before dangerous monsters and other nocturnal horrors got to the owner of the scent first...