Estavir

Estavir was a gifted youth. Though not naturally endowed with high intelligence he nonetheless made an early name for himself as a star in village games, using both a natural eye for tactics and his peculiarly swift movements to beguile and defeat opponents. The ease with which he could perform what others considered major athletic accomplishments left him confused as to where he fit in the village. He assumed a pedantic attitude toward the other children, giving them all the reason they needed to ostracize him. Devoid of meaningful relationships for much of his life, Estavir would spend his days in the surrounding woods, talking to forest creatures and filling his mind with high-minded adventure which, he imagined, would bring him accolades from all the “common folk” — and later, womenfolk. This fantastic imagination left him with a tendency toward melodrama and an arrogant disposition which, fortunately or unfortunately, is often reinforced. He quickly became known as an outcast and the whispers of a possible pact with demonic forces grew louder as he grew into adulthood, culminating when a group of three bandits came to town, robbing and smashing. Estavir chased them through the woods, hunting them down one by one before finally striking down the last, bloodied bandit in the village square before the townspeople’s eyes. This proof of his raw power frightened them, and gratitude was small comfort to the hatred they found in their hearts. Though not explicitly banished, Estavir was treated with disdain, taunted by children and adults alike, forcing him to leave his hometown in search of the adventure and fame he believed to be his due.

Estavir is, nonetheless, a good-natured spirit. Though plagued by arrogance he feels a kinship with all creatures — though this attitude tends to manifest itself in his relationships with humans as well, viewing them as little different from the forest creatures he loves so dearly.

Estavir is of middling height for an Elf, with a noble face which contrasts starkly with his unsettling behavior.  Simultaneously nervous and imposing, his hands seem to be in constant motion, as if they are only at rest when they are moving.  Holding completely still seems an intolerable struggle for him.  This nervous demeanor disappears, however, when he is tracking in the woods, or aiming with his bow.  In these activities he seems to find full concentration, and he will sit silently for hours waiting out a deer or enemy in the brush.  Estavir is alternately overzealous in eagerness to please and arrogance, sometimes switching between personalities in the middle of a conversation.  Estavir wants nothing more than to be loved, and considers fame and glory as the surest ticket to win it. Estavir sometimes forgets that he is in public, resulting in embarrassingly self-conscious moments with his finger up his nose or ravings at invisible foes.  Estavir wears anything he can find he considers flashy or trophylike, though he loses interest in these objects after a few days when they fail to bring the accolades he imagines.

Estavir spent the last 3 years wandering the forests and hillsides, searching for a magical adventure that never seems to come.  By the time he got to Fallcrest, he had given up on roads completely; using them only when clearly devoid of human traffic.  He entered Fallcrest skirting the woods next to the road, and by slinking around at night noticed a group of kobolds sneaking off with a farmer’s cows.  Assured that this would be a noble adventure that would gain him fame and acceptance in the town, he set off after them, tracking their movements overnight and into the next day.  Filled as he was to the brim with the daring exploits of his mumbled soliloquies, Estavir hardly noticed the party of noisy adventurers marching headfirst into a kobold ambush.

Journal!!

Bah, was about to slice them kobolds but then they the lost in the woods the party other adventurers BURST FORTH they NEEDED MY HELP so I HELPED them they tried to fight BUT my ARROWS INSPIRED them and they GOT BETTER.  

They saw me fighting and holding the FIERCEST kobolds the kobolds were the FIERCEST holding them back.

They saw me fight my FIGHTING INSPIRED but they saw my arrows the fling! zing! making the kobolds STAY AWAY so they could see how a WARRIOR fights the fire beetles easy so I don’t kill the kobolds just miss on purpose fling! zing! until they kill them but then the kobolds pulling CHEAP TRICKS so it wasn’t much of a fight then I got angry but they were SCARED OF MY WRATH, MONSTERS and the other people hit them kinda some a little but I SCARED THEM AWAY.  

But my heart it flutters!  Some of the people, they smiled at me, SMILED GRACIOUS LIKE THE DREAMS SMILED SO HAPPY I BELONG BUT maybe I’ll stay with them maybe I found a home A PLACE TO LIVE A PLACE A PLACE MY PLACE.

I was so happy, I didn’t even mind when they asked me to track down the last fire beetle through the forest while they rested!

Next day!!

So then I returns back to the town the people they scowl they don’t look they find ways to anger me but hey guys, I will return to where they see me best not the tavern! Tavern the drunkards try to poison me have to heal the drunkards we walk we talk to someone some lady she doesn’t do much we go talk to someone else makes me drink poison again makes me angry then Kavan he does it he makes some deal we get to go finally!

We walked all day some of them chattering chattering chattering we stopped and fell asleep and the WOLVES the INCOMPETENT WATCH MY ARROWS THEY WERE NOT THERE THE WOLVES ALREADY UPON US but I drove them off the others just stumbled I slayed them they died and more of the chattering peoples came in the morning they come with us Kavan says they are ok OK Kavan.  

Slinking, I find myself in the swamp confronting the nasty bully people.  I feel afraid, but I want to belong.  They’re not telling the truth.  We know it.  They know we know it.  Don’t come any closer!  I do not want to kill you!

So we rest we go down the stairs CLAY BASTARD THING CHEATS MY HEAD I STUMBLE CAN’T SEE CONFUSED FEEL CLEAR MORE CLEAR THAN EVER then to the side attack! attack! the traps slice I dodge CLAY BASTARD THING IS DEAD MY HEAD GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU ARE STILL IN MY HEAD GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT.  

Things, rooms, nothing.  I feel empty.

Trickster ghost stairs appear demands makes noises the other one he’s related they both are part of the one he trusts I do NOT trust him get his body his body he was separated from his body not right must set things right.  

I am glorious and will right these wrongs!

Down the stairs some lizzzards I thinks ‘go check the water’ they say sure I check the water they don’t know that lizards are ‘dragons’ and the dragons rise from the water I was dead!  It killed me!  I came back to life, shot it!  I shot the dragon damned hide arrows faster must concentrate must focus no time companions are dying must save them ‘drink this potion’ they are in danger must focus hit the scales between the scales harder than I’ve ever thought before.  

The dragon, it died.  I feel sad somehow.  

Mail from leaves natural it slips, fits so well the others all agree certainly the mail it should be for me.