Alkor Laretheon

This hooded dark elf male wields dual scimitars with deadly precision.


“I now view my long road as a search for truth in my own heart, in the world around me, and in the bigger questions of purpose and of existence. How does one define good and evil?”


lkor Laretheon is a drow. He stands at about 5′4″, and weighs about 130 pounds. His handsome features are sharp and well proportioned and like other drow, Alkor’s skin is black and his stark white hair is long, thick, and flowing. His eyes are a golden amber hue, except when he switches into the infravision spectrum, which causes his eyes to glow red. He normally wears a forest-green cloak that was given to him by Tolsimir Wolfblood upon his departure from Celesnia, as well as high black boots, and a necklace attached to a silver wolf head, the symbol of the Elven house that raised him, Wolfblood. His chosen weapons are a pair of masterwork Scimitars that he wields with unnatural speed. He also has a hand-crossbow and a pair of Kukri.

Alkor Laretheon is thoughtful and sensitive to the opinions of others, but he is always expecting the suspicion and hatred of those he meets, for he cannot escape his drow heritage. He is disciplined and relentless in the perfection of all tasks he ensues. Dignified and proud, Alkor constantly seeks to identify himself with something or someone. He never fit in with the Elves who raised him, yet cannot sympathize with his evil Drow kin. He does not accept the moral codes of others and so seeks one of his own.

Alkor acts as his conscience directs him with little regard for what others expect of him. He makes his own way, but he’s kind and benevolent. He believes in goodness, and while he respects laws and traditions, he is not afraid to break those laws to do what is right. He hates it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. He follows his own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society.

Neutral-Good is the best alignment you can be because it combines a good heart with a free spirit.

“Perhaps I care because I strive to be different from my people. Perhaps I care because I am different from my people. I may be more akin to the races of the surface… that is my hope at least. I care because I have to care about something, lest my life be empty.”

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“Where in the Nine Hells did you ever get the notion I would fight fair? "

lkor is a Dark Elf, a child of the feared Drow. While Alkor is a drow, he was not raised by his evil kin.

Drow are, on the whole, sadistic, arrogant, cruel, destructive, hedonistic, and treacherous. Their eternal game of advancement at the expense of others, which is encouraged by the spider goddess herself, has transformed the dark elves into a race of scheming backstabbers eager to increase their own stations by pulling down those ahead of them and crushing their inferiors underfoot. Drow trust no one and nothing, and most are incapable of compassion, kindness, or love (or at the very least, because of the aforementioned rampant distrust, incapable of bringing themselves to express such emotions). In a drow’s mindset, there is little room for friendship, for while they may secretly value other family members or acquaintances, their overly suspicious (paranoid, by some standards) natures taint any strong relations they may otherwise form. Many dark elves go so far as to be actively murderous and delight in the giving of pain.

“Come wizard, feel the sting of a drows blades.”

“There are many sights in the wide world, that can not be seen from the shadows. Many sounds more pleasant than the ring of steel, and many smells preferable to the stench of death.”

While most dark elves neither honor their promises nor maintain personal loyalties once it becomes inconvenient to do so, their pride lends them a certain sense of style and an appreciation of subtlety. Drow can be courteous and urbane, even to deadly rivals. They enjoy surrounding themselves with things of beauty, giving hardly a thought to the cost. This fascination with beauty extends to the physical body as well, with drow of both sexes often displaying their physiques to degrees that other societies may find vulgar. Such is the strength of this fascination, that most drow children who exhibit physical deformities or deficiencies are slain.

“We need to be reminded sometimes that a sunrise may last but a few minutes, but its beauty can burn in our hearts eternally."

“Of all the races in the known realms, none is more confusing or confused than humans.”

Alkor Laretheon was the third son of the noble drow house Laretheon, the 5th house of V’elddrinnsshar. His house preformed a raid on their surface elf kin on the day of his birth. It is customary in drow society to sacrifice the third born son to Lolth the Spider Queen. After slaughtering the elves, the drow prepared to sacrifice the boy, but two Elven heroes arrived on the scene and defeated the dark elves. The heroes, Tolsimir and Zypher, brought the babe dark elf before the council of Celesnia. After much debate, the old druid Tolsimir decided to take the boy into his own house, the prominent Law-keeping house of Wolfblood. Raising Alkor as a son, Tolsimir strove to raise the young elf as a just and moral man, showing him the errors of his dark kin.

“There have been many times in my life when I have felt helpless. It is perphaps the most acute pain a person can know, founded in frustration and ventless rage. "

“Impale your self on your blade and meet the only fate you deserve.”

Alkor loved Tolsimir, but he was always shunned by the surface elves. Outcast, looked down upon, Alkor looked for a place to belong. Eventually he decided he had to travel to the drow city of his birth. Tolsimir, distraught by his son’s choice, but understanding, guided him on a dangerous journey into the underdark using his druidic powers to appear as an animal companion. Alkor infiltrated the Drow city and posed as a houseless mercenary, using Tolsimir’s knowledge of Drow society to remain incognito. It did not take long for Alkor to become disgusted with his kin, and he and Tolsimir had to fight their way from the beautiful, twisted, and ultimately terrible people of the Underdark.

“Come ahead if you will, but know that the next time you go down, you will not get back up.”

“No, I would not want to live in a world without dragons, as I would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and a world not worth living in.”

Upon returning to the surface, Alkor was still unsure where his destiny would lead him. He did not feel at home with the elves, and neither did he have anything in common with the evil Drow. He was lost and helpless. The only way to discover where he belongs, is to discover who he truly is. To do that, he knew he had to leave his childhood home and travel the world, forging his own path. Tolsimir was proud of his dark skinned son. Remembering his old gnome friend Grogslosh, always sympathetic to outcasts, he sent Alkor to Grogslosh with his blessing, knowing that if he sought adventure, the crafty old rouge would have plenty lined up for him.

“We each have our own roads to tread, and Alkor has found his, and it is a path, I understand, that is not wide enough for a companion. " – Tolsimir Wolfblood

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