Warcraft III: The Shadow of Death

Name: Tel'Pana
Race: Night Elf
Gener: Male

Description: Slender, but quite strong. He is about average height for an elf, and has long, black hair, and a golden earing in his left ear. He is a very good runner, and is excelent with a bow, but can also be quite good with a sword.

Weapons: His bow, and a quiver of arrows, as well as his light, elven-sword, Na'Gana. Na'Gana glows blue when near Orcs, red when near Tauren, and green when near Undead. He also has a small knife he uses to hunt and skin game with.

History: He was born and raised in a small elven tree-village. He hunted at a young age and soon became a master with a bow. One day, a human came to the village, and saw his talent. The human taught him how to fight with a sword. One day, his village was raided by Orcs, and all but he were killed. The man mysteriously appeared not long after the raid left, and took the boy in as his own son. The man was very skilled, almost as much so as a real elf, and taught him all the skills of using herbs and plants, as well as how everything had a soul, and how to tap into it. He also taught the boy the basic elven skills of hiding and moving quietly and gracefully. When the boy turned 18, he taught him how to forge things from metal, and then enchant them. The man grew old and died as Tel'Pana grew older. Soon, he was at the young age (for elves) of 100. He then forged Na'Gana, and cast many a spell and enchantment on it, also forging many a rune into it's sharp blade. He became a wanderer and a lover of all life, except for the foul Orcs, and he didn't consider the Undead life at all.


Tel'Pana pulled some of the bushes leaves aside slighty with his long, sleder hand so he may see his prey. There was a deer quietly grazing in the field infront of him. He took out his bow and quietly put an arrow into the string. He pulled and let the arrow go. It hit the deer in the heart, and it fell over, instantly dead.

Tel'Pana glanced around to be sure it was safe, then gracefully left the trees and knelt by the deer. He took out the arrow and said a small prayer to the soul of the deer, and then took out his knife and skinned it. He made a small fire of dried sticks and grass, and cooked much of the meat. He dried and smoked the rest and put it in his small knapsack.

He took a drink in a nearby stream and washed his knife and arrow and put them back. He then continued into the forest to live out the rest of the day exploring the wilderness of the woods, as he always did.