Veyne
| Veyne | |
|---|---|
| Status: | Alive |
| Guild: | Necromancer |
| Race: | Elf |
| Gender: | Male |
Background
Veyne was first seen around Crossing, Riverhaven and Langenfirth in 389AV. He claims that he was imprisoned by the Dragon Priests and had some kind of disfigurement inflicted upon him by them, which causes him to despise them and seek their undoing, possibly by using their own methods against them. This disfigurement, or one of them at least, seems to be his right arm; it is skeletal and entirely fleshless, yet seems to function like a normal limb, which would indicate some kind of necromancy.
Veyne began approaching people with no apparent link between them and requesting their loyalty and obedience. In return for this, he has offered a variety of things that are seemingly tailored to whomever he is speaking to, including power, knowledge or "answers," the ability to defend loved ones from enemies, the ability to seek vengeance, or the ability to cleanse the world of all that is "vile." Those that accepted his terms and agree to serve him "to the fires of death and beyond" (or beyond the grave, or similar terms) were given a ring.
Please see Veyne's Rings for more information about the ring and it's bearers.
Description:
You see Lord Veyne of the Xala'shar, an Elven Necromancer.
Twisted flesh reminiscent of a melted candle hangs from the bony protrusions that form the right side of his face. Smooth skin pale as alabaster highlights the delicate features of the other half of his mangled visage, boasting a single ice-blue eye. His waist-length platinum hair is worn straight and loose, though clumps are missing on the mangled side.
He appears to be in his Prime for an Elven, though the blight of necromancy makes it difficult to discern.
On his right shoulder rests what was once a magnificent white-tailed eagle. The only hint of its true form lies in the small patches where ragged feathers cling to its greyish skeleton, revealing its undead nature. Only its predatory eyes remain unmarred, cunning and ever vigilant.
He is holding a wickedly curved sacrificial dagger with a black bone hilt in his right skeletal hand.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a flayed skin pouch carefully sewn together with waxy-black thread, a patchwork hooded cloak formed from mismatched pieces of skin sewn together with waxy-black thread, some articulated black bone armor carved with a tangle of cryptic sigils, a heavily scratched leather sheath embossed with a faded crest, an ancient flayed skin tome tightly bound in a snarl of black iron chains, a tarnished silver ring hung from a braided leather cord, a worn falconry gauntlet and a pair of rugged dark leather boots covered in rusty streaks.