In the broken forests of Virethorn Vale, where the trees whisper in binary and the wind tastes of rusted ozone, the name Vaelor Swiftbane carries on the arrowheads of legend. Born of the scattered Ashenleaf Elves, a once-proud kinship now hunted into myth, Vaelor was not raised — he erupted into the world like a broken bowstring, drawn too far by pain.

He grew up chasing echoes — of his fallen tribe, of an older brother killed in a synthetic blaze, of a world that never offered justice unless one took it by force. A natural with the longbow and gifted with an uncanny speed that blurred him beyond the human eye, Vaelor became a wanderer and revenant, hunting those who butchered the Ashenleafs without mercy. But vengeance is not his only verse.

A musician and lyricist, he sings the laments of forgotten cities and composes battle hymns under the blood-drenched moon. His intuition is legendary, capable of sensing movement before it begins, a gift magnified by his enhanced perception, which allows him to see paths, tracks, and targets invisible to others. And with teleportation, he appears as a whisper before the enemy's final breath.

Though driven by duty and a burning desire for freedom, Vaelor is a storm caged in skin. He acts without pause — an impulsive, reckless, and hot-tempered soul often too fast for his own good. While others weigh options, Vaelor acts. Sometimes it saves lives. Sometimes it ends them.

He’s been both protector and destroyer, a legend carved into bark and bone. Villagers in the ruins of Whitespire Deep speak of the "Ghostfire" who once cleared a bandit infestation in less than a minute — and then vanished in a flash of golden lightning. Others fear the curse he bears: the ability to strike first, but not always justly.

Vaelor’s life is one of duality — song and violence, grace and fury, loyalty and revenge. He travels the remnants of Earth with his quiver, his bow, and his oaths — never staying long, always pulled toward the next cry for justice or blood.

As the Reckoning draws closer, and the last battle of gods, monsters, and mortals looms across shattered skies, Vaelor Swiftbane may be the deciding arrow — one shot from the unseen, breaking time itself for a single chance at peace… or glorious ruin.