Kevroth

Kevroth
Lhurienathi Musketmaster

Seeming at first glance to be an uncommonly stocky Aratheel with hair the color of a late sunset tied back with a leather thong, Kevroth has something of a wild air about him; something not entirely tame. Unusually for an Aratheel, he wears a long coat with a tall 'highwayman's collar' that can hide almost his entire face, a wide-brimmed, flat, leather hat, and carries a musket upon which he is leaning casually with a penetrating look in his eye. He is, of course, not Aratheel. Rather, he is one of the many races that sprang off from them in the distant past; Kevroth is a Lhurienathi, one of a race of natural shapeshifters that can take the form of a large wolf.

The son of a master bow-maker and archer, there was no small amount of scandal in their small village when Kevroth displayed very little aptitude with or interest in the bow. His father's shame deepened when Kevroth brought home the battered, broken, and abandoned musket and insisted on repairing it. Though he still disapproved of the musket as a crude weapon for the unskilled, Kevroth's father grew to respect the boy's focus and aptitude for mechanical things as he repaired the complex and unfamiliar device.

The very night that the musket was finally repaired, with its first test firing to be the next morning, tragedy struck Kevroth's little village. Raiders cloaked in shadow attacked and in a single night of fire, screams, and death, Kevroth's village died. Kevroth took his musket and ran, obeying his parents' finals commands. He does not know if any others from his village survived, and is to this day plagued with nightmares of his destroyed past, his father's final stand, and his mother's screams.

Kevroth quickly learned to hide his true race, passing himself off as one of the Aratheel. He does not stay in one place for more than a few days; the dreams catch up to him if he tarries overlong.