General Information
Known Alias - Renor Dro, Black Life, Renor d'Xukuth'el, Renor d'Unra'eth
Age - 211
Origins of Birth - Cloudy, first known habitation Menzobarranzan
Current Residence - Valahari, City of Unra'eth
Occupation - None
Former Occupation - Mercenary, Weapons Master
Age - 211
Origins of Birth - Cloudy, first known habitation Menzobarranzan
Current Residence - Valahari, City of Unra'eth
Occupation - None
Former Occupation - Mercenary, Weapons Master
Appearance
Height - Short
Weight - Meager
Eye Color - Bloodshot
Hair Color - White
Clothing Preferences - Prefers comfort, usually adorned in a kilt.
Weapons - No less than two blades. Typically more.
Weight - Meager
Eye Color - Bloodshot
Hair Color - White
Clothing Preferences - Prefers comfort, usually adorned in a kilt.
Weapons - No less than two blades. Typically more.
History
You wish to know?
Why, who sent you?
Aye, I do reach for my blade and should you studder or mumble once in explaining your purpose, I will remove your fool tongue.
Very well, very well...you may have a seat. Order a bottle of wine and ask your questions.
I frequent the Cheeky Bastard often enough, yes. I enjoy losing myself amongst the crowd, apparently you found me.
I am the only Renor in Unra'eth or Valahari for that matter, as far as I know.
No, it's not likely we'll become friends. I may come to know you. May even come to know you well enough to hesitate a moment. Believe though, that if it serves a purpose, I will end you.
You still want to know more?
Very well.
I'm finished with the soldier's life, for the moment. That doesn't mean I've lain down the blade, that'd be just, silly. I feel the rigors of age so I've taken a step back, to live in the comfort of Unra'eth. I want for little and need less. A female to share my bed, a pipe filled to the brim with magic opium, and of course food and wine. All of which I come across here, which leaves me mildly indebted to the Ssivah and Shar.
Orders? Haha! I've never taken an order in my life. Directives, yes. Orders, no. There's a fine line between a directive and an order. The former requires compensation when the ends are met. The latter requires a flexible knee. Mine are much too stiff to bow to any.
Yes, my gratitude for the hospitality of Unra'eth makes it so I am more than willing to undertake directives from the Ssivah or Shar. They have earned my respect, for the time being. So I'm happy to contribute as often as needed, so long as the rewards are plentiful and the directives don't interfere with my routine so much, then you would say I'm a willing servant of Unra'eth. To the extent that, if something happens to the city, it is likely to effect me.
I've been on the surface for several years now. You're correct in assuming that I'm from the Underdark.
I never ventured into true drow society until after my blooding rite. There I was introduced into the Bregan d'Aerthe of Menzobarranzan.
Aye, the rogue males. I was born amongst a small city of drow living on the edge of Lloth's reach. The one real purpose of this community was to produce warriors. Who were then sold into the service of the drow mercenary house. Or if they should prove lacking in need of new mercenaries, any house who could handle the pricetag of a warrior drow trained from birth to end life.
Many years, I was with them for many, many years. I earned a small but considerable fortune as a mercenary. There are always wars amongst ourselves, or against outsiders. Always coin to be made.
No, you'd be wrong there. I did serve a Llothian. At one point. I was lured away and became Weapons Master of Xukuth'el. My time as a Llothian servant was very brief.
Then what? You'll have to wait for the auto biography.
I am here now, I was there. There is little chance that I would return.
Aye, slim pickings indeed. You'll have to buy me more wine next time, the bottle's empty, so my patience is at an end.
Why, who sent you?
Aye, I do reach for my blade and should you studder or mumble once in explaining your purpose, I will remove your fool tongue.
Very well, very well...you may have a seat. Order a bottle of wine and ask your questions.
I frequent the Cheeky Bastard often enough, yes. I enjoy losing myself amongst the crowd, apparently you found me.
I am the only Renor in Unra'eth or Valahari for that matter, as far as I know.
No, it's not likely we'll become friends. I may come to know you. May even come to know you well enough to hesitate a moment. Believe though, that if it serves a purpose, I will end you.
You still want to know more?
Very well.
I'm finished with the soldier's life, for the moment. That doesn't mean I've lain down the blade, that'd be just, silly. I feel the rigors of age so I've taken a step back, to live in the comfort of Unra'eth. I want for little and need less. A female to share my bed, a pipe filled to the brim with magic opium, and of course food and wine. All of which I come across here, which leaves me mildly indebted to the Ssivah and Shar.
Orders? Haha! I've never taken an order in my life. Directives, yes. Orders, no. There's a fine line between a directive and an order. The former requires compensation when the ends are met. The latter requires a flexible knee. Mine are much too stiff to bow to any.
Yes, my gratitude for the hospitality of Unra'eth makes it so I am more than willing to undertake directives from the Ssivah or Shar. They have earned my respect, for the time being. So I'm happy to contribute as often as needed, so long as the rewards are plentiful and the directives don't interfere with my routine so much, then you would say I'm a willing servant of Unra'eth. To the extent that, if something happens to the city, it is likely to effect me.
I've been on the surface for several years now. You're correct in assuming that I'm from the Underdark.
I never ventured into true drow society until after my blooding rite. There I was introduced into the Bregan d'Aerthe of Menzobarranzan.
Aye, the rogue males. I was born amongst a small city of drow living on the edge of Lloth's reach. The one real purpose of this community was to produce warriors. Who were then sold into the service of the drow mercenary house. Or if they should prove lacking in need of new mercenaries, any house who could handle the pricetag of a warrior drow trained from birth to end life.
Many years, I was with them for many, many years. I earned a small but considerable fortune as a mercenary. There are always wars amongst ourselves, or against outsiders. Always coin to be made.
No, you'd be wrong there. I did serve a Llothian. At one point. I was lured away and became Weapons Master of Xukuth'el. My time as a Llothian servant was very brief.
Then what? You'll have to wait for the auto biography.
I am here now, I was there. There is little chance that I would return.
Aye, slim pickings indeed. You'll have to buy me more wine next time, the bottle's empty, so my patience is at an end.
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