Elgon Kitmus

Info

7'10"

400 lbs.

Amber eyes

364 years old.

Ashen gray skin overed in scars from centuries of battle.

Chip on left tusk about 1/3rd of the way down.

Traditional Loxodon earrings in ears.

Elgon Kitmus

Backstory

A Loxodon Never Forgets

Many years ago the Loxodon lived a noble and proud life that valued community and teamwork. Umbokuu Kitmus was a guard in the village of Wagagai for most of his life and lived with his wife, Shivoko, and his son Elgon. Elgon was young by Loxodon standards and was barely in his 40’s when the darkness hit the Loxodon world.

Umbokuu would often go out on convoys between other local Loxodon villages when they would trade goods, if not just for protection, but to stayed informed about the other herds. It was on one such trip that Umbokuu learned of the Drow’s horrific actions against his people. The village of Tikum was still freshly smoldering as the convoy arrived. The smell of smoke, blood, and death permeated in the air, noticeable for a mile before they arrived due to their sensitive trunks. Umbokuu and a few other guards quickly offered aid and asked what the hell went on. A village elder who was gravely wounded informed Umbokuu that the Drow, a miserable race of elvish creatives from the lower levels, had attacked the night before and took the village by surprise. Many warriors were killed outright before being able to muster and defend the community. The elder said he saw many loxodon taken away in restraints and unconscious. He said he overheard them speaking about raiding other nearby loxodon villages and urged the convoy to return to their own people and prepare for the Drow’s advances. Loxodon are not a people to abandon their own when in need, but the elder insisted as the very preservation of the race is at stake.

With heavy hearts and fists clenched in rage the convoy left the broken village and raced home. Years of military service and the knowledge that the Drow were out there prepared the convoy for the attack halfway home. Drow fell onto the convoy and began a vicious assault, but the guards were aware and ready, thwarting the sneak attacks from the enemy. They sent the attack force running, but knew that they would follow and so the convoy made hast back to Wagagi.

The guards decided that the best course of action would be to scatter their people to the wind, away from the village, while they stayed and fought to give their families enough time to lose their pursuers.

Umbokuu explained the situation to Shivoko and Elgon and gave them his sentinel shield to aid them in their escape. He told them both to remember what happened here and who is responsible. “One day the village may come together again, but only if the plan succeeds. This is my duty to defend this village and my family. It is your duty to survive.” They all embraced their trunks one final time and parted their separate ways.

The escape went as Umbokuu had planned for his family with Elgon and his mother successfully fleeing the land and not being followed by any Drow. They went from village to village asking for news of the world as they did to see if there was any news from home. Unfortunately, the news they heard was troublesome. This appeared to be just the start of the Drow’s actions and now many more reports have been reported of drow attacking loxodon in their villages, homes, and even in some of the areas surrounding the local spire. Rumors began to pop up over time that the drow were capturing and enslaving the loxodon, using their powerful builds to work in the lower levels and mines.

Elgon was young, but not so young as to not appreciate what a horrific tragedy has fallen on his people. He insisted to his mother that they must honor his father’s request and simply survive, at least for now. A loxodon is nothing is not patient and wise, and it would be unwise to give the drow any indication on where they were or were going. Shivoko suggested that possible another spire, perhaps even the great and fabled Spire Primus, would be a safe haven for their people and so they sent off on a long and hard journey.

It was on this journey, over many years, that Elgon began to learn the ways of a Ranger. Covering their tracks as they traveled, learning about local areas and culture, and generally staying one step ahead of the drow. The sentinel shield his father bestowed on them was of immeasurable help in the few skirmishes they did have with a stray drow, monster, or bandit.

It was not terribly long until Elgon had reached the age of maturity and started calling the shots for him and his mother, who was growing older and weak from the years of travel and hiding. Soon thereafter Shivoko passed away peacefully with her son at her side, leaving the fate of the Kitmus clan and possibly the Loxodon as a people in Elgon’s hands.

Elgon’s hate of the drow reignited as he mourned his mother and recalled the wonderful times in Wagagai with his father and friends. He decided he was now old and experienced enough to take his life’s mission more seriously. He soon enrolled in the Gloom Stalker Conclave to hone his ranger skills and learn about his mortal enemy who lurks in the shadows. He too would take to the shadows and lower levels, but this time it would be HE who hunted THEM.

In the centuries that would follow Elgon patiently and methodically learned to become one with the darkness, travelling underground for decades at a time. Hunting drow and offering aid to anyone who have fallen victim to them. On only a few occasions did he encounter any other Loxodon in his travels. The same story was told again and again, of the Drow attacking their villages and taking their people.

During one trip to the surface levels for the first time in what could have been 40 years he learned about the group that called themselves Drethe. A human he encountered in the marketplace quickly became infatuated with the massive Loxodon, staring constantly as if he was a child staring at magic for the first time. Elgon knew that his people were few and far between, but the gazing eyes made him uneasy, which was not a feeling he felt in many years. The man, who remained nameless, offered Elgon information on a small group of Loxodon not far from this village, heading toward the massive skyline of the famed Spire Primus in the far distance.

The trap the human set was sloppy and rushed. The room where the meeting was to take place was closed off and unwelcoming, not at all the sort of place a reunion would or should take place. The human, eager to capture the massive loxodon, immediately called for the ambush as soon as they arrived. A few more humans are with nets, pole arms and torches entered the building and sealed all entrances, leaving Elgon surrounded by the humans alone. His years of training, studies and patience were about to finally pay off in dividends. The fight was fast and furious as Elgon sprung into action way faster than any Loxodon should be able to and dispatched the closest human. A brief but vicious battle ensued and soon Elgon stood over the dead humans, cut and bleeding.

Searching through their gear for any clue as to who they were he noticed a guild symbol that was new to him. He tore it off, took some rations and left the bodies. He returned one last time to the surface to inquire about the sigil which he learned was the guild logo for a group known as the Drethe. The Drethe were a guild from Spire Primus that consisted of many Drow, Human, and other minor races that had a reputation of crime and savagery. This was the biggest development of Elgon’s life since his mother passed. He now had a clue. A location. A mission.

Elgon’s following decades were spent slowly heading toward the spire while he did everything he could to learn more about the Drethe and their doing. As he traveled closer to the spire, underground for the most part, he encountered an ever increasing amount of activity. Goliath, monsters, industrial workers, and even a monk.

One day will hunting a group of Drow he had been tracking he encountered a monk who seemed to be well out of his element. The drow began to position themselves for an ambush on the unsuspecting monk, but Elgon was waiting for them in the shadows. The fight was short lived as Elgon has the element of surprise on his hands and the monk showed a great deal of courage in the fight. The monk was grateful as could be and Elgon offered to escort the monk further on his trip as he knew there were still drow in the area and suggested they both make haste. Damek was on a religious quest in search of knowledge, he told Elgon. A loxodon values wisdom very highly and so Elgon soon realized this was a noble quest and offered to assist the monk while the two’s paths continued to be the same. In this time he learned a bit of the spire he sought and the complicated world that it was. Many guild, many races, and many stories of Drethe. Elgon informed Damek of his past with the drow and how he was able to track and help the monk earlier.

When it became clear the two had different paths to follow they split up and bid one another well wishes in their respective journeys. Elgon promised to remember the monk and his quest and would key an eye out if he should for any reason find information that could help. He in turn asked the monk to aid any Loxodon he might encounter in the future, as unlikely as that may seem.

Renewed with a sense of hope and determination that the monk gave him Elgon traveled back down to the lower levels, heading toward the spire where the evil Drethe were organized. One day he would find them. One day he would stand up to their evil. One day he would avenge his village. One day he would make the whole city remember his people, for he has not forgotten. A Loxodon never forgets.

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