Moghendhim is possibly among the luckiest renegade
Drow ever. As a child, he was a lousy fighter, and only by his
nimbleness and intuition did he avoid death. Finally, at the age
of 98, given up as a completely lost cause by family and teachers
alike after semi-inadvertently shooting a classmate in the arse
with a crossbow bolt on a training mission, he was dragged into
the woods on the surface, beaten into unconsciousness, and left
for dead by his classmates.
For nearly a decade, he lived with an old, blind
witch, in the forests of Ravenswood, for whom he chopped wood
and cleaned house. In return, she taught him to play the violin,
and schooled him in the customs of the surface folk. By the time
she died, Moghendhim was passable as a wood elf, as long as his
face stayed hidden -- a wood elf who'd fallen victim to some horrible
accident, but a wood elf, nonetheless.
Years passed as he travelled down the Spice Road,
earning his keep as a bard and seducing tavern wenches. Shortly
before his 112th birthday, Moghendhim received a letter from Atva
of Kentlake, instructing him to report to the Sturgeon &
Manticore, in North Glassridge, because the Gods themselves required
his assistance. Intrigued by the invitation, Moghendhim accepted,
and set off toward the port town. Shortly into his journey, he
discovered an elf following him...
Although townsfolk are naturally suspicious
of his pitch black skin, they are put somewhat at ease by the
glasses he needs to wear to see across the room. Much to the entertainment
of any patron who stays for his shows, Moghendhim's bawdy ballads
(trust an elf to learn to sing and play the violin simultaneously)
are often punctuated by mostly on key yowls from Wynne,
his little black kitten.
