Baelkai Moonear

This Elder mage is an Elf, and Werewolf


Moonear is a very old Elf and likely within decades of death. He has a large nose, stern face, and very long ears even for elven kind. His hair is long and shines with a silver glow under the moonlight. He is a natural Pure-Blood Werewolf, a descendant of those originally gifted with the wolf spirit by Luna, Goddess of the Moon and patron of Non-Evil Lycanthropes.


Moonear is a former member of The Fists of the Forest. He is a very old werewolf and powerful spellcaster. After retiring from the order, he sought a peaceful existence away from all of the fighting and crusades of the Fists, traveling north to the lands of other races. It was there that he discovered a small clan of humans hiding on the fringe of the forest. Among them was a single human boy who had become afflicted with lycanthropy. These were not ordinary humans though, but the noble Randulf clan, descendants of the proud barbarians of the far north. After hearing the tales of their homeland Wulfstead, and how they left their kingdom to save the kings only son and heir from the hatred and misunderstanding of their own people, the old elf was struck with enormous respect and admiration for these loyal and honorable men from the north. He took it upon himself to help train the boy and teach him how to use his gift without harming others.

He taught the Randulfs the teachings of Luna, goddess of the moon and patron of non-evil Lycanthropes. Over time he became their shaman, their religious leader. The descendants of the Randulf line, starting with the young werewolf boy, remained the leader of their people equal only to the shaman in influence. Rather than king, they took the title of Alpha as they became less the nobles of legend, and more a pack of family connected wolves. Slowly the entire group became werewolves, as each new generation went through the “Joining” and became a werewolf as they cam of age.

When news reached the elf that Wulfstead had been sacked and conquered during the Winter War, it was only his great influence that stopped the proud family from returning north to try and save their people. They had cast out their king, and now they had reaped the penalty for their crimes. Plus, their was nothing they could do to help when an army could not even retake the city, surrounded by magical storms of ice and cold. For two centuries the clan lived in peace, making a small isolated village on the North-East fringe of the forest named Solitude. The occasional adventurer stumbles upon the village and trades for goods, bringing word of the outside world, unaware that every eye upon him is that of a werewolf. Luckily, these werewolves do not hunt men…

Now, there is strife in Solitude as the Alpha was recently killed by a Werewolf Hunter. His eldest son, Godric, is set to become the next Alpha but as always he is unsatisfied with this peaceful existence. The death of his father and thirst for knowledge of his families past glory drives him for a life greater than that of a common woodsmen. Two moons have passed and he still has not made a decision as to whether he or his younger brother Eric should become the next Alpha. Moonear must decide how to council this son of Randulf. Should he try and cool the wolf that burns within him, or tell him of the Fists of the Forest and send him into the world, sword in hand, on a mission to redeem his family name and reclaim his homeland. Hard questions, and ones that need answers soon as the pack grows restless in his indecision…

Baelkai Moonear

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