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Lanefan |
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Background and History: Born in Sabraig, a non-adventured region of Telenet. His name - literally, La Nefan - means "Man of (the) Moon" in his native tongue; his last name is that of the huge ocean gulf near his birthplace, vaguely translating to the very mundane "Great South Bay". Teleported to Dafan with family by accident at age 8, and grew up there. Became widely known in Dafan as a hard drinker and heavy cusser, and never met a magic sword he didn't want; whether said sword already belonged to someone else was immaterial. His charge-first, ask-questions-never style saw him die more times than he'd have preferred, with one of his more memorable moments coming while dead – he was appointed Loki's champion in a battle with another character; he won, but lost a leg in the process, and for his victory was returned to life. At this point he retired and wrote his now-famous treatise on the field testing of magic items; he also married the beautiful thief Helga Groasdattir, who had been a party running mate and partner in crime for some time. A freak occurrence during an already-bizarre Dafan all-star game restored both his leg and his will to adventure. However, shortly after this a cataclysm hit Dafan and all attention turned to escape; he and Helga managed this by virtue of plane-shifting to Riveria a year or two later. Once here, he linked up with several other expatriate Dafanites over time; all had concluded their old world was no more and were doing what they could to build a new life here. Lanefan too tried to settle down; he built and opened a pub catering to the large company of adventurers he fell in with, but the lure of adventuring proved too strong and drew him out into the field on several different occasions "to keep his hand in". Unfortunately, he met with the opposite result: at one point he lost (and had restored) an arm, making him the only character ever to lose more than one limb during a career. Helga also did some adventuring while here, and met her final demise on the plane of Niflheim along with several other old-time Dafanites, much to Lanefan's grief. Incredibly, shortly after this an amazing co-incidence led Lanefan to realize "Dafan" still existed, in a much-mutated form and having somehow lost about 200 years of its time. So, he rounded up what few Dafan ex-pats he could still find and plane-shifted back there; he and they are still in process of trying to sort out what has happened to the world they knew, and to adjust to this "New" Dafan. |
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