Lord Knoltor KREKTU the Dark Elf Mage.
He appears to be in his 110's, has unkempt, long black
hair, grey eyes, and tanned skin.
He is holding an intricately carved maoral sapling
staff capped with a bejeweled dragon perched upon a silver castle and clutching
a golden sword in his right hand. He is holding a glistening sea-blue buckler
in his left hand. He is wearing a dark celestial blue peaked mage's hat studded
with luminous multi-hued gems amid a galaxy of embroidered gold moons and
silver stars,some deathstone earrings, a pair of wire-framed spectacles,
a ruby amulet, a crystal amulet, a braided elven leather satchel, an elven
leather wand harness, some smokey grey leathers, an elven crafted channel
set malachite and silver wedding ring, an ink-black elven leather sack, a
gold filament woven rope belt an elegant pair of knee-high dark celestial
blue leather boots trimmed in silver-edged gold around the cuff and toe.
Knoltor's Farewell Here
Well, I'm not very good with words but I feel I must
say something about my dear friend.
Knoltor... a true gentleman and scolar is how I would
describe my ol' friend. Never too busy to lend a helping hand, a strong shoulder
or a sympathetic ear. A powerful Mage with a romantic heart. It saddens
me to know that such a good man has aimlessly wandered off into the wilds
to deal with his own pain and sorrow, alone.
If you can hear me dear friend, please remember, you
are not alone. You have many friends who wish nothing but happiness for you
and hope that you will reach out to us in your time of need, for we are here
for you as you have always been there for us. We love you and hope you soon
return to us.
Knoltor has a great generosity of spirit. He is never
ever to busy for a friend. When I would die he came for my corpse, when I
was raised he would start spelling me up before I could speak. Older than
I, he has taken me hunting, keeping me alive while we slaughtered lava
He did not learn there, but he knew it gave me joy.
He is a gentleman. Stronger than many, he is kind to all. That is how you
measure the quality of a person, by how they treat those they do not need
to be kind to. His heart is strong and tender, and he has not become cynical,
the refuge of the disappointed romantic.
I hope he keeps that sweet nature unscathed. Even
on the last, most unhappy days in the lands, he still had time to listen
to my own tiny problems. He made me feel better. When a friend who is hurting
themselves is able to listen to your difficulties, you know they care for
you, and even in his sorrow he had time for others. I will always regret
I could not do more for him.
Fair well Knoltor. If your wanderings bring you back
to Elanthia, or to a land like it, please tell your friends. If there is
ever a lad new sprung from the Elanthian mangler with your spirit, please
give us all the opportunity to spoil the hell out of you. I hope we meet
I knew knoltor before he was knoltor...he was Ebtorr....I
was another myself...he was the very first person i met in the lands...he
was kind, sweet, and patient.......he helped me understand the things around
me...and what to do....I know that same spirit was in knoltor......he was
a good friend...and i know i will miss him terribly....
- Lady Carene
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