Elven Ranger. Fond of perforating fools with many, many arrows.
Diir was born and raised in the High Forest. His mother, a cleric of Mileikki disappeared when he was a scant thirty years old, leaving him in the care of his father and grandfather. His remaining guardians were both sworn defenders of the High Forest, and he followed in their footsteps. Diir learned quickly that he much preferred using a bow to swords. There was something about being hit with sharp objects that just did not appeal to him. Yadda yadda yadda, more will be filled in later. after ambushing an orcish war party, he was sent to Tower’s Shadow by his father to warn the town’s people of the incoming attack. Aided adventurers (FV) in the defence of the town. On the way down the road encountered orc roadbloack. Saw father’s head on a pike. Got super ripshit pissed off, perforated fools, joined the FV. More to be filled in later.