Ethander Maliosa Pyrostai

AKA Paisley "Lefty" Pyrottin

High Elven Wizard, Bard, and Runesmith

At only 286 years of age, Ethander is quite a young wizard in elven terms, but nonetheless he has risen to great power on Sert. However, his beginning were much more humble.

As a young human boy, Paisley felt that he aged a good deal slower than the children he grew up with. By the time he was 20, he had run away from home and started a new life in a nearby village as a self-proclaimed orphan. This cycle continued for nearly 210 more years, when he happened to meet a young human blacksmith who took him in under his wing. This blacksmith in fact gave him his nickname, as his magical cantrip was the ability to produce a small flame from the tips of his thumbs - perfect for campfires, smithing fires, and other such utilitarian uses.

As the blacksmith aged and realized that there was something very odd about the young human under his care, he decided to instill in his apprentice the most exotic bits of smithing skill. From an early age, the armors, weapons and even mundane smithed items held an extra bit of power from the forge of this particular smithy.

After a bit more than 50 years under the apprenticeship of this blacksmith, he was discovered by the other heroes of the Prophecy and went out to adventure with them. Soon, after many daring escapades, during a meeting with the Elemental Mage of Air, Xakitan, Paisley was called by his true name, Ethander Maliosa Pyrostai, which broke the spell binding him into a human appearance, which was placed upon him at birth by his own mother and father. After a long talk in which Xakitan described to Ethander the foul deed that his parents performed under a bit of coercion, he decided to seek them out and visit with them to glean a bit of advice from their since-wizened minds.

His father, Einnol Maliosa, is an ice mage of some reputation who lives in seclusion in the northern lands high within a well defended tower. His mother, Pyrosa Pyrostai, most recently lived in Morrick, helping to defend the doomed city, before fleeing to Einnol's tower as the city was overrun. Both had helped the fledging adventurers before Ethander's metamorphosis occurred without either party knowing.

More recently, Ethander's travels have taken him to the Astral and Ethereal planes. With some luck, he will be able to greatly speed up the reinforcements to the Alliance army by installing some teleportation circles for the dwarves of the Iron Hills and the Ash Mountains... if all goes well.

Ethander is usually seen sporting a number of magical vestments, the most prevalent of them all being an unusual suit of chainmail. Formerly belonging to Naladin Thorrin, this armor is said to protect the wearer from even dragonfire. Over this he usually wears a white cloak on loan from Quehogan, making him much more resistant to attack than normal. This is accompanied by a rather ordinary looking staff that holds nearly unlimited power, also crafted by Quehogan. His weapon of choice however is a very odd decision for a wizard. Lefty's Buddy, as it is affectionately called, is a highly unstable greatsword, forged on the magical anvil belonging to the dwarves by Ethander himself. This weapon quite compliments Ethander's alignment in that it can (and rather often does) strike out at a foe (or friend, or Ethander himself) with Weird Magic. On one occasion, it was even known to lop off Ethander's head during an especially pitched battle. (Thank the gods for resurrection!)

Ethander stands rather tall for a high elf at nearly six feet, but his weight is a bit on the thin side. His bright red crimson and orange hair, from his mother's side, shows the fire that burns within his soul, while his light blue-gray eyes, from his father, expose the thought and purpose with which he acts. As for the rest of his body, he could be mistaken for a very skinny barbarian, what with all of the runic tattoos that adorn his body. His very skin is alive with runic magic, granting him and a few certain friends the ability to travel with pinpoint precision to a familiar location with just a tap of a rune and a word or two.