Ithric Drakrumhal

Ithric Drakrumhal is Etrandish Ranger. His companion and best friend is Lumina Hwisberis.

Biography
Gronnor Drakrumhal was a strong man - a fearless warrior: even if they could break his body, they could never break his soul. He retained his dignity to the very last. He was barely even a century old, when he has already fought a whole series of battles, taking out his good share of bloody and perfidious atrocities too. That is, until the gods decided that he had to expiate for all of this. This is how he spent the rest of his life in misery, humiliated and enslaved. More than five centuries. He wasn't a good man, never considered himself one, and never became one. Yet, his punishment completely transformed his world.

Gronnor Drakrumhal was the father of Ithric Drakrumhal. Ithric's mother was Gronnor's owner, a heartless countess, who was robbed of her life by the birth of Ithric. Even if she did not die of childbirth, she would not have held on for long: her husband, the count would have never forgiven her the fruit of her philandering, of this act of cuckolding. She held the child of a slave under her heart. All because of an unfortunate, unnoticed coincidence. Because she enjoyed being able to torment a handsome Wood Elven slave by making him follow literally every one of her orders...

Ithric's father did not want him, just like how he did not want the countess either. At first, he was but a nuissance, a deadweight, but ultimately, his blood was flowing in little Ithric's veins. So they tried to escape. He was never successful and running away, and every one of his failures was expressed clearly on his mutilated body. Yet now, now nothing could have stopped him. He had something, someone to fight for - something to defend. A still innocent part of him.

He was a harsh, but good father, who prepared Ithric for life. And when he felt that the clay that was weakened more and more by the years, he sent Ithric away. Ithric wasn away when Gronnor died. Ithric became a blacksmith's apprentice, joining a world of airless, infernally hot workshops. His father's blood ran in his veins, so he often got into trouble, albeit because of his strong sense of justice and bravery. Swords started to attract him, as well as different fighting styles. This was a godsend, a true blessing after all those beatings, failures and spiritual terror - he could finally take his mind off the feeling of hopelessness, that he could not help those who were in misery like his father was. So he devoted his time to his new passion, and practiced after work. His youthful fire did not ebb, but his interests widened. As he could, he learned and studied, he sucked the information into himself. The city, the street was his master. And thus, he did good business - a bastard sword, a fencing lesson...

After many decades, he could finally visit his ancestral homeland Dragoc, the homeland that his father constantly told him tales about. He immediately fell in love with the Wood Elves, a race that he was only half-way the member of, which burdened his soul quite a bit. Yet nothing could stop him! The culture, the religion, the nature, the history, the language, all enchanted him. He swallowed all the writings and sayings of the wise ones. He was proud that he could finally refer to himself as a druid. Yet, at one point, the magic would be lose after the billionth time wandering in the sanctuaries. That kind of life wasn't meant for him. He had to travel accross the world, take on the gauntlets and help those who needed it! As long as people were suffering, he could not have sat back on the loving embrace of nature. He could not enjoy the life that was given to him! It did not matter that it took so much work, he had to move forward. He had to do something. He could not bear his own luck. So he returned to the overcrowded cities as a ranger. Ever since that, he has been on the roads, watching over the empires from the dark shadows, and doing his job. He does not expect anything for it. This is his duty. This is his mission. True, diplomacy has never been his strength, but he has other methods in his pockets. The name of Shady Drak has been spreading fast among the humans. People know about Ithric, knowing that they are not alone. Whoever needs him finds him, if he doesn't find them first. The oppressed associate his name with hope, the wicked associate his name with threats and inevitable punishment. No one can hide from him.

Of course, those decades of bitter experiences made him rather gloomy, as he saw more suffering than what would have been healthy. This makes him see the world somewhat darker than what it truly is. Yet the two-metres tall half-elf stands still, unbreakable - and he shall, for quite a few centuries.

The original FRPG
Ithric Drakrumhal appeared on the Hungarian version of the forum on the 25th of April, 2013, but did not take part in any adventures.

The 2013 game


Just like many other legacy forum characters, Ithric was planned to appear in the 2013 game as a recruitable companion, but nothing came out of it.