Salvor Tu'Meir

History

Salvor was not born in the typical fashion. He simply woke up one day on the soft forest floor at the edge of High Folk. A great battle was going on all about him. He was armed and armored, and had enough skill to survive the chaos that formed his first moments. A local brotherhood of rangers took in the confused and bewildered young man and taught him their craft. In time he became a master of two-weapon combat, fighting with a scimitar in each hand, he was a terror in close quarters encounters.

After he had recovered and learned enough about the world to stand a proper chance of survival, the rangers sent him on his way. His wanderings led him to the edge of the Wild Coast and there he had the strange fortune of meeting the wizard DrisKeth. Within the dank dungeon walls of DrisKeth's test Salvor met the people who would become his closest friends. Once they escaped the DungeonofDrisketh it the fledgling company would go on many adventures together, always with the Salvor being brave to the point of foolhardiness.

On one of their earlier adventures he was given the gift of GoblinBane. A potent magical scimitar blessed with great intelligence and a singular purpose, the destruction of all goblin-kind. The weapon granted Salvor eternal vigilance, removing all need to sleep while it the magical blade was possessed by him. Many adventures would be had with his trusted weapon and companion, but when given the chance to fight the battle against goblins directly, the scimitar took it. The Greater Wish it was given by the Flame of Creation allowed the weapon to transform itself into a mighty warlord so it could lead the grand crusade it had always dreamed of.

When the company returned to Greyhawk, each of its members went their own way. Salvor chose to take up arms against the Old One and joined the army of Furyondy. He quickly earned the rank of Knight of the Forward Guard and Captain of the Skirmisher Elite. At the height of his campgaign into the heart of the enemy, Salvore received word that his halfling friend Shane had discovered solid information about his mother.

Salvor arranged to go after his friend and was only waiting for the arrival of his handpicked replacement when disaster crashed into his camp. Rumor has it a small force of hobgoblin assassin-scouts slaughtered all his officers and carried off Salvor to their dread lord. What his fate is beyond that night is unknown, but all hope that he will someday be found healthy and returned to the friends and lands he so loved.