Just a hard working son of a gun who doesn’t tolerate nonsense. Been this way for most my life. I do enjoy drinking but that might be from all the nonsense.

Feyd began his life as an elf on the continent of Silvara.  He demonstrated his physical prowess at an early age and sought the life of a soldier.  Apparently, however, his overwhelming physicality drew the attention of a powerful organization.  One night, as Feyd prepared his evening meal near a fire under the canopy of the Silvaran forests, he was visited by an old friend.  An old friend who had mysteriously disappeared when they were about 40.  He didn't hear her enter his camp, which was extremely unusual, but out of the darkness, there she was, Kylia Davenari, still as beautiful as her remembered her. 

His pursuit of her became something of a public game among their commonly held friends.  Feyd would pursue, Kylia would seemingly relent and reciprocate his interest, only to suddenly grow cold again.  Feyd never tired of the game, though to an anyone else it would have seemed the worst sort of self-loathing. But now she was here, after almost a decade, in his camp.  Her white-blond hair and fair skin shone in the flickering firelight.  "Feyd, it's so nice to see you," she smiled as she sat, cross-legged, next to him.  "We've been watching you for some time now, and you are wasted on soldiering."  Feyd's heart was in his chest.  Something about her sudden reappearance combined with the years of his unrequited love for her was too much.  He found himself unable to speak.
 


 
 
"Wh-Wh-Who?  Who has been watching me?  And who is 'we'?" he stammered out after what seemed an eternity.


 
"Come, dear boy," she condescended, "you don't think simpletons of the military ensure the strength of the Elven Kingdom.  No self-respecting elf does.  We must work quietly, in all kingdoms, to protect Silvara.  We cannot simply march across fields clad in armor, or even on horseback."


 
Feyd knew she was right.  The worst kept secret amongst the elves is the powerful reach of the most ancient of races across all of Kanadire.  Not in 10,000 years had anyone invaded Silvara.  That was no accident.  Feyd was incapable of resisting her.  Whatever she wanted him to do... he was likely to do it, anyway, out of patriotism or just for another smile.  "What would you have me do, Davvi?" he asked, not even realizing he was forming the words.


 
"Train with us, and protect Silvara as an unseen champion.  Become a true servant to our kin and birthright."  Her smile widened, and she scooted closer to him on the damp earth.  "It will be fun, Feyd.  And we will get to make up for lost time."


 
"I will do as you say, Davvi.  But I cannot abandon my post."


 
"I already informed your commander you were leaving.  Leave your gear.  You won't be needing it."  Feyd heart was pounding in his chest as he left for a new life with the one person for whom he had pined for so many years.


 
 
 
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The training was the hardest two years of Feyd's life.  He was now able to accomplish things that he never would have dreamed of doing, even after completing his training as an member of the Silvaran infantry.  He was stronger, faster, and quieter than anyone with whom he interacted, except Davvi.  Intermittently, Davvi led him on missions and expeditions across the Central Sea.  They performed scores of reconnaissance operations, freed elven prisoners, spied on merchant guilds allied against Silvara, and even assassinated a few slavers.  Feyd had never felt more alive, more useful, and more in love, for shortly after he joined Davvi as a member of the Kaelethain Enthaelea, she began returning his affections.  In small ways at first, he noticed her interest grow in him.  By the time they sailed to Talus in Southern Balusdale for the first time, the two were engaged in a passionate affair.  His dream ended in a nightmare, however.
 One morning, Davvi was speaking with a sparrow who was delivering a new set of orders for the duo.  Feyd thought that he overheard a command to kill a child.  When the sparrow flew off, Feyd asked Davvi about the orders.  She dismissed his worry and assured him that no such command was given.  They were to pursue and dispatch a powerful pirate merchant who was threatening to seize a pair of Elven trading vessels.  Feyd pushed his concerns aside, and the two set off, on rooftops, across the crowded city of Talus to find their mark.  Davvi stopped on a rooftop and pointed down below.  The two leaned over the side of the gable and peered into the window.  A well-dressed man was arguing with an equally well-dressed woman.  "We swing over the side.  I'll take care of him, and you take care of her.  She's a wizardess, so don't let her start casting spells," Davenari said to him.  Feyd nodded in agreement.

 
 
 
The each tied a silk rope to the chimney and measured off the correct distance.  They walked to the edge of the roof, and Davvi gave the signal.  Feetfirst, into the room they crashed, slicing the ropes free as the window gave way.  Keeping their feet, the two were instantly upon their targets.  Davvi drew her shortsword and sliced across the man's throat in a single, swift movement.  He clutched at his neck as the waterfall of red liquid stained his fine garments and immediately pooled in the void of the wooden plank floor.  Feyd was similarly effective, pulling his longsword and burying into the woman's upper left arm, severing it above the elbow.  In that instant, however, Feyd noticed no belt pouches nor a staff in the room.  She had no spell components nor a spellbook nearby.  The woman screamed in horror as she bled profusely from her wound and watched her husband die in an instant.  Feyd looked at Davvi.  "What are you looking at?!" she yelled.  "Finish the job!"  Feyd was confused.  He looked back and the woman and kicker her in the shoulder so she was laying on her back.  That's when he saw it.  She was pregnant.  "Do it now, Feyd!  That doesn't matter.  She must die."  Feyd faltered.  His grip on his sword slipped and the blade fell to the floor with a great clang.  "What is wrong with you?"  Davvi's words were like a dagger in Feyd's heart.  Davvi crossed the room and buried her weapon in the woman's belly once.  Twice.  Three times.  A fourth.  Feyd couldn't move.  "Let's go, Feyd.  Now!"  Davvi was at the window, preparing to jump and flee the scene.  Hard footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs from the first floor.  "We don't have time for this, Feyd.  Let's go."  Feyd shook himself free of the moment, and picked up his sword.  The two leapt to the streets below as people began pouring into the room to see about the screaming.

 
Once they were safely away from the murder site, Davvi turned to face him.  "You aren't strong enough for this.  I wanted to believe that you were, but you're not.  We don't serve Silvara by thinking and feeling.  We serve Silvara by doing.  The mission was to kill that woman's unborn child.  Why?  I don't know and I don't care.  Neither should you."  Feyd couldn't believe what he was hearing.  How many of the other things that he had done were accomplished under false pretenses?  Who had he become?  He wasn't able to say anything to her.  He just hung his head.  They made camp outside of town and ate a silent dinner.

 
That night, Feyd left.  He waited for Davvi to fall asleep, and then slipped away from the camp.  He headed away from Talus by foot, until he found a horse that was easily stolen.  He made his way to Innis, and then to Lionsmane.  He served as a mercenary with a number of different groups, but never stayed with any one person for too long.  He fought to defend the city during the Great Siege.  Following the Crepitus Magnum he headed north to Gullin where he assisted the locals against the invading Shon-turians soldiers who had taken up residence as the Takers.