Ashar ai Khairan
Elven Mage and Scholar

Born in the lush forests of Feladan, the young elf Ashar grew up in relative peace during a time when the War against the Undead was but a distant concern. A child of the studious kind, tending more towards the mind than to the blade, he was long on the path of magic before the siege by the Withered Aegis. Since he was but an inexperienced young elf when the Storm broke upon Feladan, he was among those who were forced to flee before Feladan was surrounded. However, he was the only of the Khairan House to escape, and all his family remained behind in the defense of their fair and loved home. Ashar has not yet seen his beloved mother and father since arriving at Tazoon, and while he still hopes, he knows that they most likely fell as the defenses of Feladan crumbled before the might of the Withered Aegis. After the victory at Tazoon, hope has been rekindled in a sorrowful heart; hope that there is some end to the darkness, that there will be a new dawn. Determined to be there as Feladan is reclaimed, Ashar has sought entrance to the Mysterious Schools of Magic. As he pursued admittance to the schools, word passed by him of a group dedicated to Honor, to Justice, to Valor, and Just Causes. They are the Paladins of Asheron, a being who sacrificed himself for the sake of the innocent, in the defense of the weak, and against the shadows of the darkness. His emotions stirred, he is now determined to join with this group, and help shape the world for the better. Vengeance to push him on, Magic to hold him steady, Justice and Honor to guide his path, and the long life of the elves to walk the road, the future has been found, no longer the storm that has no end, but the sun rising beyond the clouds. That light shall once again fall among the trees of Feladan, and Ashar knows he will be there to see it, to avenge the elven blood spilled by the bloodless, and to know the spirits of his family did not forsake this life in vain.

Light untroubled by the Dark
In the Far east Blight makes its Mark
A lush realm of Bliss
Sky the Trees Kiss
A land divided, unaware
A Sorcerer ambitious, west he stares
The Storm approaches
Vileness encroaches
Hope burns away to despair
Shadow and Blight ride in the Air
Pride stands firm, brittle and weak
Straight through Evil goes, and havoc wreaks
Darkness quenches the light
Trees wither from sight
The Last Beacon of Hope
The Bringer of the Dark Lashes out
His victory assured without doubt
The Hand of Darkness strangles the Light
The Children of Light cry out in the Blight
Stormbringer Rides, an Artifact Sings
In the Paladin's hand it shines, the Darkness flees
The Dead that Walk fall to their knees
The Sorcerer has fallen
The Necromancer has died
The Advance of the Withered has been halted
Stormbringer has fallen
Ryson gave of his life
The Retreat of the Living races has halted
Who now shall carry on the fight?