Drizzt Duskvale was born beneath the twilight canopy of Vaelyndor, not among its radiant citadels, but in the veiled enclaves where the Duskborn Elves dwell—those who broke from ancient tradition to pursue personal ambition and power. Raised in House Duskvale, a minor noble family known for its ruthless tacticians and shadowy dealings, Drizzt was trained from a young age in the arts of stealth, swordsmanship, and courtly deception. But from the start, he was different. While his kin honed their skills to climb the twisted ladder of Duskborn politics, Drizzt quietly questioned the price of such ambition. He found solace not in whispered plots, but in the moonlight of the Twilight Glades, where he trained in secret under an exiled ranger who taught him balance, not conquest. Unable to stomach the cruelty demanded by his house, Drizzt fled. Now a wanderer, he walks the wild edges of Renaris, seeking justice in a world that has taught him only betrayal. To many, he is a contradiction: a Duskborn who saves rather than schemes. To Drizzt, the path forward is clear—he will define his own honor, even if he walks it alone. He chose the path of the ranger not for glory, but for protection. In his hundredth year, a banshee emerged from the ruins of Eldoria, its wail tearing through nearby glades. Eldrin survived where others fell, and since then he has patrolled the borders of the northern wilds, keeping watch for restless spirits and darker things that slip through the veil. He sees himself as a silent shield between the corrupted past and the fragile present. Though he rarely speaks of it, Eldrin bears a vow: to never again let the dead claim the living without resistance. Now, he travels beyond the Glades, seeking signs of spectral unrest—and whispering rumors of a second banshee, one who calls his name in dreams.