Wyr has a weathered, hawk-like face & wears
his long hair into a braid. His skin is cinnamon-brown in complexion
and tattooed virtually from head to toe with woad (blue pigments).
The various spirals, circles, and stylized animals which decorate
his skin signify religious and clan affiliation as well as rank
and title. Their meanings are largely lost in the Toril of today.
He wears silver loop earrings and a silver nose stud, which in its
time also signified a special status among the nomadic high elves.
"I am now lord of nothing and high-chieftain of only memories!
Fie! Betrayed by the female in whom I had placed all my trust and
locked through countless millennia by her wicked sorcery! I find
myself now stranded in time upon a world that I can barely recognize
"My people first arrived upon Abeir-Toril from the stars hundreds
of thousands of winters past. I speak to you of a time now forgotten.
It was then a world of dragons and giants!"
"The north lands were untamed, uncharted, and virtually unpopulated.
The land was young, my people untested, but eager to make their
mark. The dwarves dwelled deep within their mountain strongholds,
twas rare to find them upon the surface back then. Men were
few and primitive - they knew nothing of cities or magic in those
elder days. My ancestors often found them in small, foraging groups,
dwelling in shallow caves, and hunting along the edge of mighty
ice sheets, which then covered much of Færun."
"After centuries of roving it became clear to all the races
that we were here to stay. Our Art and civilization was as yet unsurpassed!
We made our place throughout the wilderness, which was Toril. Alliances
with dragons and dwarves were made and broken. So many battles,
so many wars, so many legends! Alas! You have forgotten them all
and the face of Toril itself has erased them from memory over innumerable
"Long after our initial arrival, I came into being. Into a
still young and verily untouched world, I was born! The son of a
noble house, my destiny to rule was not insured. Through countless
trials and tribulations, however, I rose to lead the tribes of the
North. Wars, treaties, more wars! So much has passed. When I seemed
to have it all, treason came from the most unlikely camp. I shall
not go into the details of my betrayal, save to say that I was a
fool! Indeed, high sorcery beyond my ken was used. But the only
thing truly worthy of mention is that I lost it all!"
No! I am
the Storm King! High-Chieftain of all the Fey of the North! Hundreds
of thousands served me! What am I now? Although we were many tribes,
we were once one people, one culture, and one language. It is we
who first used the word TelQuesir! In my time, however, we
simply referred to ourselves as fey. Nomadic high elves is a word
that I have come to recognize only now, after the bonds which held
me were shattered."
"Goblinoids cringed at the mere mention of the Storm King.
Mothers would invoke my name to insure that their children behave.
My mention instilled awe even among the most venerable of wyrms.
No one remembers the legends now. Even the most able of lore masters
cannot reach back sixty-thousand years to the days when we Fey roamed
the North with impunity."
"Kith and kin all gone now. They passed over to the other
side in days long before Cormanthyr, Eaerlann, or Illefarn! A time
where the most ancient of human empires had not yet come to being.
Woe is I to have suffered so cruelly at the hands of the female
I loved! I may have remained thus imprisoned for eternity, were
it not for the side effects of the Godswar. At last the energy field
which held me for long song faltered and I was released from her
"Now I am a vagabond, travelling over alien terrain and trying
to learn as much as I can of the Færun of today for the betterment
of my own survival. We, the nomadic high elves, sprang full-fledged
into our form! We were born of Corellon Larethian and Sehanine.
As such, we skipped the process undergone by so many of the other
races. In my day, we were all truly one! Since our arrival to Toril,
however, we have altered. I have come across moon elves, wild elves,
and sunrise elves, their ways and appearance still strange to me.
Are these my descendants? Twenty winters have I now roamed free?
I shall never be imprisoned again! This I vow! The Storm king may
no longer hold the same meaning it once held, but I shall carve
a new place for this most noble of titles!"