Lord Zenith

Throughout history, elves have always been renowned for their unearthly prowess in battle. Legends abound with tales of elven warriors slashing their way through hordes of foes, and bringing down even the mightiest of beasts through their daring acrobatics. Their grace, their poise and their skill, as well as their arrogance, are known throughout all the realms. However, even amongst this highly vaunted race, every once and awhile an elf is born whom the other elves…don’t really like to talk about. Such is the case with Zenith. Born to a prominent wood elven family, Zenith had none of the grace, dignity (arrogance) or skill that defined the other members of his race. Even by human standards, he was considered clumsy and undignified. Vastly preferring the so called lesser forms of pleasure such as good drink and a good brawl. His family insisted he keep to the privileged life style they had grown accustomed to, but Zenith, despite his handicap, craved a life of adventure. Hearing of the great clashes within the realms from his old friend Naga, Zenith stumbled into battle. Leaving his homeland to strike out on his own and follow his dream of becoming one of the best duelists of all time. His initial forays into the brutal life of the realms however, were met with royal ass kickings that he barely survived. But even among the brutal battles and harsh racism of the various monster races, Zenith managed to find allies as the feared Mercenary King, Thiadric Thumbs of the Dread Gate Mercenary Alliance inducted him into his ranks as a new Hireling. Within the DGMA, Zenith began his training in earnest, learning the ways of war from many among their ranks. Sadly though, the DGMA had to disband for a time. The Dread Gate Mercenaries were no more but Zenith still longed for battle. So in time, Zenith made his way to the ultimate battlefields. The Chaos Wars of the year 2014. The battles were glorious and though he suffered many trials, such trials that taxed even his hardy liver, he came through with a smile on his face and well-earned scars of victory. But now things have changed, Zenith has been exiled to a far off land. Away from the battlefields he had grown to love. And though he is learning many things that lie beyond battle, he misses his comrades. But, someday Zenith shall return to the realms of Stygia, And woe to those who stand in his way. Except for Hakan, he ain’t messing with that.