Scribe Tir Ore: A Farmer’s Son, Retired Monster Slayer, Cynical Bastard.   

Nicknames: The Wolfbane, The Silvermane, The Deatheater, The Lichbane, The Breaker of the Hills, The Fae Foe, The Shield of the Common, and The Stalker of the Darkness.  

Scribe Tir Ore of the Hall of Heroes, Grand Master of the Shields of the Common, Master of the Sivermane Company, and Sword of Vutha. Tir Ore has been one of the greatest hunters of monsters, creatures, and nightmares that dare to prey on the innocent. He has faced down dragons, formed some of the most powerful hunting organizations, faced and broke the will of the Heliolich Archidious and shattered the power of the Gaunt Lord Morthigud. He has wiped out vampire breeds, brought to end many curses that ravaged Ithia, and has faced and driven off the Avatar of Nil’Brek. 

Tir Ore has a long, course, thinning, silver hair, piercing green eyes fogged in milky white, and with a face as heavily scarred as it is wrinkled. Sporting a faltering athletic build he foregoes the standard robes of the Scribes and wears more standard clothes with a coat of plates over it. His tattered great cloak bears a tally mark for every life he’s granted extended time and now its once grey surface is blackened. Tir Ore does not suffer fools, he does not turn a blind eye to evils be they small or great, and he does not yield unless proven wrong. Tir Ore has grown cold and cynical. He is abrasive openly but does perform acts of kindness when he feels like it.