Sylvadràn, the Wood Elf Warrior

Sylvadran was fascinated by songs about the deeds of the first Elven fighters. An apparent characteristic was his eagerness and the fact that he spent all the time he had to train with any weapon at his disposal. He had made himself a bow and was rather skilled with it. He used Elven swords with great ease and practiced a lot in order to become strong and resilient. He was soon sent to defend the walls of the forest of Clendan. As he was on guard duty, he saw what he believed was an Original Elf for the first time. Sylvadràn was impressed by the big man that radiated power. Before trying to shoot him down, he asked him who he was. This is how he met Arkorak, son of Gothar, who would become his master.

Thanks to Arkorak, he learned to use almost everything the people of Ganareth use as weapons. He also learned to wear very strong armor, always trying to use the lighter ones which suited his body better. He did the same for weapons. He often chose the ones that were of Elven origin because they were in harmony with the magic inside him. Thanks to his god, he eventually matched the power of Dwarven weapons.

During the years that followed, Sylvadràn fought along with Arkorak who always marveled at how valiant he was. Sylvadràn managed to defeat many foes. One day, he even attacked one who was ten times his size. He was soon in a very dangerous situation and Arkorak had to rush in and take him away from the monster’s range. Sylvadràn was very upset and couldn’t admit he had lost control of the fight. Arkorak didn’t get angry, on the contrary: he gave him the giant’s armband. By offering him this, Arkorak acknowledged that Sylvadràn’s faith and courage were far greater than his own physical size. From that day onwards, Sylvadràn’s physical size was the same as the foes he battled against, and he never lost again.

When Sylvadràn, in turn, started to teach his own disciples, he realized the armband didn’t have the same effect on them. One day, during a training session, he almost lost one of them. He had become the size of his foe but during the fight, he returned to his real size and almost perished against the Gorgoroth. The Gods’ temper is sometimes versatile, as is the faith of those that worship them and the help they care to grant.