Ilivdorl De'Lyl

Ilivdorl De'Lyl was born the youngest child of a noble house in the lightless depths of the Underdark. For the first 20 years of his life, he was raised to be a cold and efficient killer. Every drop of compassion and kindness was conditioned out of him, and he never questioned an order to inflict harm, so long as it was carried out in service to the house.

Ilivdorl's training made him an exceptionally promising threat, and a rival noble house came up with a plan to remove him from concern before he became a real danger. During a skirmish at the city market, Ilivdorl was implanted with a cursed iron pellet. When he returned home, the artifact reacted with the defensive wards of his house, and banished him from his home plane.

Alone, on an unfamiliar world, Ilivdorl set to the task of securing the land for House De'Lyl. He built himself a fortress, and laid claim to several nearby villages. Strange, grey-skinned warriors tried to dislodge the young warlord, but he fought them, hunted them down, laid waste to their towers, and drove them from the land. In a matter of months, Ilivdorl had become the terror of this new world. He forced the villagers to toil for him, producing food, weapons, and materials. He set to learning the ways of magical travel in an attempt to find his way home. He plundered nether fortresses and end cities, desperately looking for arcane knowledge that might help him.

Everything changed when one wrong step found Ilivdorl tumbling into the void of the End dimension. For days, Ilivdorl fell without slowing until hunger consumed him. Near death, he prepared himself for the trials he'd been taught awaited him in the hereafter. But death never came. Ilivdorl awoke in his bed, inside his fortress. The land had reconstituted him and summoned him back to his domain. In the process, Ilivdorl was imbued with slivers of every soul that had lived and died on that land, including the hundreds he'd sent to their doom in his time as warlord.

Overcome with grief and remorse, Ilivdorl set out to atone for his crimes. He released his hold on the villages immediately, and set to building up infrastructure for the long-suffering villagers. Roads, aqueducts, and farms were erected in a matter of days. Walls and new housing were added to every village he could reach, protecting him from the nocturnal predators that roamed the land, and accommodating both refugees and newborns.

Over the course of a few years, Ilivdorl had established a friendly dialogue with the villagers, who helped him in his quest to find a way home. After building a portal to another plane, they bid the former warlord farewell, and he stepped through, only to find out that it landed him on a different, albeit similar world.

This time, Ilivdorl knew what to do. He immediately set out to protect the villagers of this world. He built them food stored and fortifications. Expanded their small settlements into vast cities, and consolidated their power over the region. He sought to do his part to atone for his crimes on every world he visited, hoping eventually to find his way back to his home plane.

In recent weeks, Ilivdorl found himself in Eldham, and was invited to join the kingdoms of Valreach. He continues his task of spreading comfort and joy to as many people as he can, while building up a new domain among new friends.