Kalhach
Noble Society of the Ancients
World:	Windfola
Vocation:	Armsman
Class:	Champion
Race:	Elf
Region:	Lindon
Age:	2,905
Height:	1/5 Ent-length
Sex:	Male
Skin:	Fair
Hair:	Brown
Eye:	Green

Kalhach (S. "Radiant Flame") There's a funny story why his parents gave him that name, but he's too embarrassed to tell it. Let's just say that it involves dubious mushrooms, a dark room, and a stick of butter.

Bio

Born in the early Third Age, Kalhach came from a long line of great and powerful seers. Like his great-grandfather, for example. Back in the First Age, he picked a great spot to build his house in what is now Lindon. It's as if he knew exactly where Beleriand was going to split and sank into the ocean, for to this da y, Kalhach's house sits on a nice cliff overlooking a small bay with an easy path (well, for an elf and maybe those short thing called hobbits) down to the beach. The parties at his place were numerous (with or without his presence) and elf babes from as far as Mirkwood would come to call (those country Silvan elf girls sure know how to cut loose).

Alas, Kalach is the black sheep of the family. Lacking the intelligence needed to be a great seer, and having the talent to grunt like those brown mannings from Eastern Arda, he, instead, embarked upon the glorious path of head bashing (aka path of the Champion). His sister can do all the upholding of family tradition.

A few hundred years ago, he finally managed to weasel an address from a elf babe partying at his place. So off he went to Edhelion to pay her a visit. Just as he was about to get somewhere (after a few bottles of Rivendell wine that Arwen and her brothers accidentally left at his place), a dwarf named Skorgrim had to go and made a mess of things. The short of it, Elrond came and kicked ass. But just as he was about to leave, he recognized a bottle of wine from his own private collection (mid Second Age vintage) and start asking questions, lots of questions. Kalhach had to run errands like a slave for the bastard for the next fifty year or so to pay it off. (Damn Arwen and the twins too. They didn't have to sneak the good stuff from daddy's stash, did they?)

Present day finds Kalhach wondering all over the place. He would have dearly loved to stay and have more parties at his house, but he's been noticing that less and less elf babes come to call. A great many of the prettier ones left for the Western Shore. They said something about checking out the Vanyar, who are supposed to be so pretty that even the guys can pass for a pretty babe. The others want to stay at home because the roads got pretty dangerous. So what's a Champion to do? Why go and visit the remaining babes at their place, of course. (just don't tell his sister that) And thus our story begins...

Babe list

• Nárowen - Well, it's his sister, but doesn't mean she's not a babe (no, don't go there, you're sick).
• Ardhiel - Good old Ardhiel is always there to help him with all his needs. And she's great looking to boot.
• Swyve - This tough talking Woman expended Kalhach's world of babes beyond elf kin.
• Linsul - Another tough Woman, but in deed rather than in talk.
• Lomiel - How did Kal miss her until now? She was practically next-door neighbor in Lindon.
• Erintiel - Quiet and reserved until you put a lute in her hands. Then you better be ready to party all night long.
• Queynte - She's Swyve's friend. They share some inside joke about their names.