Ryltel Baragh

WANDERER UNDER THE MOON'S EYES
''Being roused from a trance is difficult— but never impossible around this particular companion. The slumped form, some feet away and curled up in a tattered sleeping sack, grunts out another grumble. He continues with heavy breaths and stopped up nose until struck at the neck by a pebble. It works— as is usual for the half-orc —and the small clearing is released from the abusive snores. ''

''His companion, awoken, dares then to pull his hood back, and stand from the boulder overlooking the small space. Dark robes splay out as he grapples with the tree behind; ambles up, quick and nimble, to a solid branch and readies himself again for sleep.''

''He allows his eyes to close but the darkness never seems full. Dreams do not take him, and light seems to play before him until— ah, of course. The gold at his wrist glows teary in the moonlight; hallowed by soft blue that shines brighter each passing second. A glance then, he chances, across the clearing. Sees her. Mauve robes and sword at her side— eyes wide but piercing. There then to speak? There to request his aid? ''

''He blinks. She is gone. There is nothing but shadow, and the quiet of the night disturbed again by snoring. Another pebble then, and then sleep once more— another night to add to this existence.''

This life with thirty years of freedom.

Thirty years walking bathed in sunshine and under moonlight.

''Wherever he can. However he wants.''

...''Yet, the fear somehow remains. Will it always be so?''

This is Ryltel.

THIRTY YEARS OF WANDERING AND STILL A PURPOSE TO FIND
Finding freedom at 129 years old– after a childhood along the craggy caverns and web-filled tunnels of the Underdark –in the piercing sunlight of the surface world wasn’t easy for a drow like Ryltel. To escape from Menzoberranzan, a bastion and practical kingdom beneath the northern earth, cost him a mentor that gifted him power and whatever worldview he held before.

He was later taken in by similarly natured drow who scoured the lands for others that had escaped the Underdark; this allowed him to quietly and more securely assimilate to the world above, as much as he could. He rarely speaks of the Underdark – less so of what lends him the ability to walk in the sun, given his physical nature – but only so much as to insinuate that going back would be a death sentence. One to be laid down by the hands of his own family. Since then he has spent the past 38 years traversing the lands of Faerun and learning about all of her splendor– catching jobs here and there, creating contacts where trust can be built, and wondering what greater purpose the rest of his life will turn towards.