Tel'Mithrim - Bloodglade

History - Long, long, ago in a forest far, far away, a young virile elf was born. Even though an infant, his parents and all their friends could see that he was a magnificent child. Full of wonder and joy. Upon his birth, the trees grew fuller, the wildlife grew stronger, and the skys grew bluer. It was as if his blood were that of the glade itself, in which he was born. Hence his name... Bloodglade.

The mighty Bloodglade was a magnificent elf in his youth. A powerful mage, full of wisdom and bravery. His many accomplishments too many too list in this mere summary. However, time was not kind to Bloodglade. Generations passed. Bloodglade seemed to live forever. And with age came other problems. The biggest of which was his senility. The once powerful mage was now a walking accident waiting to happen. One spell mis-cast actually led to a beard forming on the elf's old, wrinkled face. A beard on an elf! Then of course came the period of time in which he wandered without pants. The old elf was even bound to a wheelchair for a certain period of time, but only the older elves can remember those days. An odd taste for prune juice developed which managed to control the senility and put him back on his feet, but only to a certain extent. Unfortunately this led to other more disgusting side affects which will not be listed at this time.

The old elf now wanders the woods of Tel'Ruid, wearing pants on his good days, trying to cast spells which he had mastered years ago, but seem to escape him at present. Harmless and full of good cheer, old Glade is happy to spend time with all who can stand the smell.