Ironfang

Over 200 years ago my mate, Faeldra, and I had conned an elven merchant by selling him an illusionary artifact. Unbeknownest to us the merchant was working for an elven necromancer and he was collecting magic items and artifacts for his employer. When the merchant returned with the fake artifact the elven necromancer slew him, but not before finding out who had sold the merchant the false artifact. Since it was technically Faeldra's magic that created the item the necromancer found her first through his divination's. He was able to capture her and torture her. She was younger than I and she could not resist his magical interrogations. Through his interrogations he learned that she had an accomplice. Thinking that I would be as easy to capture as her, he sent mercenaries to capture me. By that point I knew something had befallen her because my divinations could not find her. When the mercenaries came for me, it was obvious that they were trying to capture me instead of simply slaying me. I let myself be taken, but not before killing most of them, in hopes that they would lead me to her and I could free her. I was a fool. The necromancer's magic was beyond my power and I was easily incarcerated as well. My overconfidence had doomed us both.

The reason he was collecting artifacts and magic items was to studied them. He was doing this so that he could obtain what any other elf wanted, immortality. Now that he had captured us he thought that he could prolong his life with ours. Since I was older he thought that I would be the key to his immortality. So he experimented with Faeldra first. He defiled and tortured her for over a year before she finally could not withstand his experiments. It was only after a week of experimenting with me that his life force faded. It was years before his magic faded enough for me to break free. I was angry and heart broken, but too fearful to strike out against any other elf. So I fled. I found this cave and have buried myself here every since.