Orelian was a soldier of the Western Elves for many years. Fighting the invaders of the forest was not his passion, but he did develop a strong bond to the men and women of his unit. Sneak, snipe, and run were their tactics. They would lead groups of the enemy into ambushes and traps. His skill with the bow was unquestioned, but as time went by, he focused on magic. He studied the mysteries of arcana, not as a wild sorcerer like many of his companions, but with formal study under a master wizard, a gnarled human 'advisor' sent to aid the Nadari. While becoming an invoker would have provided a strong weapon to wield against the enemy, his master's talents lay in Divination. Was divination a secret power he always knew he had? Was he sought out be some mystical prophesy? No, Orelian's embracing of divination came from a sense of shame and anger. Half his squad had been killed - murdered - in a counter ambush. Orelian was injured and pulled from the fight. He saw the overwhelming odds and knew that no amount of magical flame or conjured creatures would have held back the tide of monsters. Divination, he reasoned, was the only way he might have avoided the ambush in the first place. His focus on such an obscure school of arcane knowledge displeased his military masters, and he was sent to the Shield lands. Not exactly banished, but sent off to learn more and leave room in the squad for somebody more prepared to lay waste to fiends.