Atwaad Thorne was born in the depths of Cloakwood Forest to the elven ranger Lethariel Thorne. His father was never part of his life, and Atwaad’s mother refused to speak of him, warning only that some names were better left forgotten.
As a child, Atwaad witnessed a vampire massacre his village. Forced to hide while his mother fought to protect him, he learned that monsters often wore the faces of nobles and travelers rather than beasts. From that day forward, Lethariel trained him to survive in a world where courage mattered more than strength. She taught him to wield a blade, track unsavory creatures, and, above all, judge people by their choices instead of their blood.
When Atwaad was fifteen, his true nature revealed itself. After a near-fatal encounter with a wolf, his wounds healed unnaturally fast, and he was overcome by a terrible hunger. His mother finally told him the truth: his father had been an ancient vampire who had deceived her before she escaped while carrying his child.
Rather than giving in to fear, Atwaad swore he would never become the monster his father was. He refused to let his cursed blood define him.
Four years later, tragedy struck again. The ancient vampire returned, seeking to claim his son. As the vampire closed in, Lethariel attacked and held him off long enough for Atwaad to escape into the forest. Her last words were not a grand prophecy or heroic oath, but the same advice she had repeated throughout his childhood.
“The world has enough monsters already. Don’t help it make another.”
Now twenty-two, Atwaad has spent the last few years wandering the edges of the Wood of Sharp Teeth, protecting isolated travelers, hunting wolves and other fowl beasts, and surviving by his sword. Though still young and inexperienced, he has earned a reputation among a few villages as a dependable if unconventional protector. He distrusts authority, bends rules whenever innocent lives are at stake, and believes no one is beyond redemption until they choose evil for themselves.
Recently, while following the trail of a mysterious creature through the mists, Atwaad lost his way. The fog swallowed the familiar roads, and when it finally cleared, he found himself approaching the city of Baldur’s Gate. Deciding his trail had gone cold he ventured into the city to find food and lodgings. Not long after, he found himself standing before an unfamiliar tavern that showed some promise of entertainment, known as The Lusty Strigiforme. Whether fate, the Mists, or something far darker guided him there, he cannot say.
What he does know is that every journey begins with a single step… and every monster, no matter how powerful, can bleed.
Welcome to the Realms 