How may I help you? My name is Rolen “Rollin” Nai’lo. Nai’io means Nightbreeze. My child name was Naill I was born in the Forgotten Realms. I was born with copper skin with a dull hue of green. I have two colored eyes; a hazel eye and a brown eye, and pale blonde hair.

My family were proud Wood Elves and knew very little of the world outside the Forgotten Realms. I grew up to know dwarves as oafish idiots, unsophisticated, poorly mannered, with crass humor, but at least their best smiths were capable to create art that approached elven quality. Halflings are good folk and they have proven themselves tougher than they seem when the need arises. Humans are too much in a rush, pushing to always accomplish their goals during their short lives; Even though they are in such a rush they have accomplished a lot, but would be better if they would learn to slow down. (as described in the handbook). I valued the pride of our people and was shaped by it. Before I get too caught up in my own memories; I have a secret that no one alive knows and that is that everytime I go into a trance or have a long rest I have a prophetic visions.

I have had them for as long as I remember when I was small they were so detailed, but as I got older they became more vague and hard to decipher.. Anyway, they helped me make simple and complex decisions and essentially guided me to solve some problems such as: where I should go fishing, to avoid a tree that would inevitably fall where others and I were playing, to put out a fire that lightning struck that would have spread into a large wildfire. I did not question it and I did not talk about it…

In my adolescence I met Bryn, she was my greatest rival. We were not evenly matched, she was very smart, and I tended to do better at archery. We would face off countless times challenging our weaker matched skills in order to overcome our weakness and win against the other’s strength.

Before we were adults I loved her, and I had been bound to her. Bryn’s skin shimmered in the sunlight giving her skin the appearance of gold, and the accents of blue that shifted to that of the most beautiful platinum, her eyes were like pools of liquid emerald, and her hair was like midnight and appeared to reflect the night sky when it was wet. She is the only one who recognized my visions, and wanted to help me accomplish them. Prideful as I was, I was convinced it was my own insight and nothing outside of me I stopped sharing my visions with her. I started to ignore them most of the time and did as I saw fit; often avoiding the vision’s location to actively ignore it.

We grew up and finally became adults choosing our names. I chose Rolen and she chose Merilele. I would wager there have not been more happy wood elves among the Forgotten Realms. Sharing our glee together embarrassed our families; Sharing our affection publicly displaying it openly; to the shame and ire of our families. They questioned our haste, commenting that we were similar to humans, we took delight in each other; Time went fast. Too fast…

We were guards keeping the peace, dealing with monsters, and keeping lesser races away from our community. I was having a recurring visions of my love in the middle of a field facing me walking, backwards, away: she was colored in grey. Emotionless. I ignored it… I WILL NOT GO INTO DETAIL, I cannot bear it.. She was lost to me because of my inaction.

In this time after I was lost physically and emotionally; seeing her in my visions in different locations which I followed aching for her, searching for her. Finally I saw her turning away from me and walking into the water. I got on a ship as soon as I could and sailed around seeking her out. That is the last time I have seen her.

I spent some time on boats using up what remaining money that I had on me when I departed. Taking ship after ship across the water searching for my love that I knew, deep down, that was already gone. When I was down to my last trip I met this smiling toothless old man, who must have been going blind. He asked what job I did because my skin was so tan. I ignored the old man and he got off and as I did, he sat beside me. He began to talk; half to me, half to himself or the sky or the water. He stayed with me as I was spiraling in pain and guilt, and he kept talking to the weather. He didn’t leave at night he just stayed beside me smiling along as if the world wasn’t crumbling around me, but as if it was a normal day.

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I understood that the world wasn’t crumbling, just mine; My heart shattered, I was afraid to rest I yearned to see my love but I feared now that I wouldn’t see her as I haven’t since she walked into these waters… I continued to lament and this fool just kept smiling, eventually I turned to him and asked him what made him so happy. He said, “Oh there is someone sitting there? How may I help you?.”

The next couple weeks are a haze to me, he stayed by my side. In my time with him I learned his name, Sergor. The old man turned out to be a cleric of the merfolk deity of the sea Eadro, a god of neutrality.. I learned of his religion and faith that there was not focused on good and evil or following the laws it was to adapt to life and live on. Sergor had a more benevolent view than the God he followed and helped me.

In time we became friends. He helped me overcome my crippling depression giving me a target, something to do. Sergor showed me the ways of the sea and brought me to assist him with his duties. We helped those in need and I kept busy. He may not have known about my visions, but he saw that I would awake in sadness and gave to me a token that he had. A trinket to help one have pleasant dreams.This nightcap became my good luck token. While I sleep with it on I ceased to have my visions. It was the first time I slept without them. I was freed from this lifelong plague.

My philosophy changed, I stopped seeing people in the ways that I had been taught. Each new person was a new entity not defined by what others have said, but they are the sum of their actions and words not someone else’s. As I followed Sergon, I discovered that I had some latent healing abilities.

I learned more about Eadro and my knowledge turned to faith. I was no longer pushed by my visions and was finally able to be my own man going where I wanted, and I wanted to help people. Time went on as it does. And Sergon became ill.

This man, my friend, died with a smile.

I took his place healing and became a sailor travelling spreading the word about Eadro. I had many adventures; Killing monsters, healing wounds, being generous to my friends, and saving those in need, fighting for the wellbeing of others. In this way, close to five hundred years pass. I was known by sailors as a helpful hand and am often called upon to join their crews temporarily.

I tend to wear my nightcap during the day, and it hides my ears. In these years I’ve become old and wrinkled. I joke that I’m not sure if I am wrinkled from age or from spending too much near the water. One night my cap fell off one night due to an especially strong wind and I had another vision. The first vision since I received this trinket.

I was on the same ship I was sailing on that I was in a trance in; the ship’s crew were doing their duties and all of a sudden they froze in place some mid- step. The boat and the crew and the water all frozen however, there was a blur happening outside the ship. I saw as the seasons were changing rapidly the crew and ship all still frozen in place. I looked back at the crew and they stood their emaciated and then mummified and then skeletons. The seasons outside the ship stopped and at the same time the bones fell to the deck. The sea started to sink into the ground draining into cracks that was the sea’s floor. The bones that were the ship’s crew starts to pull together back to their old bodies and slowly start to stand up, and skeletons rising up from the floor and one skeletal remains of a woman with long dark hair. Once they’re all up; there is silence that stretches out… I took a breath in and a step towards the woman and every single skeleton snap their attention to me staring at me. I woke up.

I interpreted as it being time to help the world to fight the Undead in hope to stop the Undead threat. I felt that doing nothing would lead to the inevitable future of desolation. I got to land and started my journey helping people, healing the sick, and assisting in the destroying of the Undead. I would sleep with my night cap unless I didn’t know which path to take. The last dream I had was of a church with a boy standing on scattered corpses including a Dwarf with a maul and a lance.

I have wrinkled copper-colored skin with a slight green hue, which can pass for tan. I have bleached white hair. I have two different colored eyes; a hazel eye and a brown eye. I am often wearing my good luck charm my very old nightcap.