Halfwyn

Halfwyn is strange for an elf. She very quiet, and much like a caged wolf when in busy areas. She has long, unkempt gray hair and wears very primitive clothes. She has a tendency to talk to herself softly, in a language few can understand.

She moves through the wild with nearly unnatural grace, even for an elf. In the wild, she is more relaxed and more likely to open up a little bit.

What is most confusing is that she shies away from other elves. She will watch them, but very seldom will she actually speak to them.

At one time, one of her companions was able to understand her mutterings while dreaming. “I don't like it Dionadyll, we're packed in too close. I don't like it. Why do we need to meet here? Its getting dark. Dionadyll, those are arrows! Run! Hurry! This way, there were trees this way! Keep your footing! No! We can make it there! Dionadyll? Dionadyll! They did it to us! They did it!”

Hafwyn is actually quite an old creature. She grew up in Ellandar during the time when the Queen was still with them and her court lived in the elven city.

Hafwyn was married to an artisan named Traoleigh. Traoleigh worked with fine metals and she raised some of the most prized riding stags known in the area.

Then the dark times came. The orcs turned against the elves. Traoleigh was slain in one of the attacks. Anguished, she answered the call of Mardac when he called for volunteers. Three thousand elves were transformed to take on the warrior spirit and fought back the orcs. The sacrifice was a success, but the original elves were not comfortable with their warrior companions. The spirit had changed them, it had made them rougher, more violent. Unbeknownst to Mardac, it was decided to kill off the tainted creatures. The warriors were summoned to a valley, where they were bottled in and death was rained in upon them, with both arrow and spell. The Maiden Archers led in the slaughter. Many of these changed elves were killed that day by their own kin.

Hafwyn was one of the survivors. Her mind shattered, she fled south into the wilderness. Time passed. She was an ageless mad thing wandering through the swamps. Eventually this land would become known as Pah'Shar. The natives had legends about the mad creature that hunted them in the dark, Kzyri. Kzyri was a creature of the night, a demon to terrify children. Many stories were told about her, and it is unclear where the truth in the telling was.

Ages passed. One day she awoke to some semblance of her mind.