Dalevorn

"Dalevorn? Yeah, he's one of them big wolfish types, gray fur, height good fer a bit of a loom over yer typical human, and bulk t'match. Think those eyes are green, but then I never did get a good look, and staring that sort in th'peepers usually isn't th'most diplomatic tack. Still, if that's all got y'thinking that it makes him into some sort o'blood-crazed skull-basher, yer a bit misplaced in th'expectations department. No, near as I can tell he's got somethin' akin t'noble blood in whatever place passes fer where he comes from, though they might not mean th'word quite like we do, and while I don't doubt that he could crack a skull or two with whatever's layin' about handy, and he's got some fancy blade and weird whirly hand-hoverin' thingamabob, near as I can tell, he's some sort o'channeler type."

"No, I don't mean all bendy with an element! More essence-ish. I hear tell that a lot of them what have his knack get typed as healers, but that's missing th'forest fer th'trees, cause what it comes down to is a born-in knack fer manipulating life essences, or whatever passes fer life essences when what's wobblin' 'round and clackin' its jaws isn't actually alive. Oh, sure, that's good fer healin, but seems like most of th'time they get saddled with fun tasks like rejuvenatin' work crews what have a full day's worth behind 'em and th'overseer wants a full night's worth too. No problem when a wave of th'fingers makes 'em just as rested as when they started, see?"

"'course, that's not all it's good for. Manipulatin' life forces can work th'other way round, and if y'think that a knack fer drainin', enervatin', woundin', or outright killin' someone or something with a wave of yer hand sounds like a good way t'start life as a necromancer, well, there are those what have his sort o'talent what think just th'same. And then there's the whole range o' just makin' someone dizzy or blind or whatnot, I suppose, but that doesn't have quite th'same dramatics or formal dress associated with it, now does it?"

"Now, if yer askin' me which o'those he leans towards... dunno, really. Seen him sittin' around in a garden strummin' at some sort o'stringed thing, and th'place wasn't all wilted away afterward, so there's that, at least."


- A description of Dalevorn, as provided by The Opinionated Innkeeper.