Ashlands are not suitable for life. This is why we lived there.


A Dunmer aged -########&270(######TRANSLATION, MEANING FALTERS>>>>>-150, old, yet fit. He is 5’10, and extremely agile and strong. He has seen many things, more death than even a Dunmer should.

Yet he perseveres. Not optimistically, but nothing shall deter him.

“Each trial is just another stone sharpening the sword.”

He fights with his fists, once flying-kicking a Blades member to the floor and impaling them with their own katana in 15 seconds to save Ninian/Cal. He thinks nothing of it. See if the same tricks work on a soul-devourer on Vvardenfell.


He talked with Del most of all, during The Second he accompanied him for a month. He sought redemption from Del, after all, it was the version of Vel which was attempting to murder his own wife who he failed to protect. Vel decided to let Del and the Jills freeze him on the island of Betnihk, where he wished to start again. (and got rather bored for the empty and eerie world, or maybe Del’s company, but he didn’t show it).


None ask of Vel’s life.

Few would receive an answer.

Cal has. She has heard of how his family was decimated by vampires. This is why he has such a personal vendetta against them. He says he has encountered a similar strain of undetectable vampires in Blacklight, prior to being exiled from the Ashlands, and all of Morrowind.

A mer of few words. One who might be the last of the Ashlanders, or at least, the last known.

“I am not of the slaves who perish.”

Vel is a simple man, wearing Netch gray leathers and carrying not but a few keepsakes from Morrowind. An ebony ring, a glowing red rock.


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