Ryathon Silverthorn

Ryathon Silverthorn is a wood elf hunter, known for his involvement in the Phandelver Adventure. His sharp, black eyes and pale skin mark him as an elf of the Darschelfaeryn, where he was born and raised as a child.

He is exceedingly young for an elf, being only thirty-five years of age. Having lived outside of elven society and in the wilds for most of his life, Ryathon considers himself an adult; however, sometimes his actions betray a degree of immaturity that would be expected of such a young elf.

Ryathon favors the longbow and longsaber in combat, taking advantage of distractions and tactics to land lethal blows upon unsuspecting targets. He earned great renown in the Althorian Hinterlands during the Phandelver Adventure, where he and three other heroes reclaimed Phandelver Mine from the machinations of an enigmatic dark elf known only as the Black Spider.

He has since been elected the townmaster of Phandalin, the village that served as his home during the Phandelver Adventure.

Backstory
Ryathon spent his early years growing up in a small elven village on the edges of the Darshelfaeryn. His time there was brought to a tragic end by a raid from unknown attackers. As his village burned, Ryathon fled. Yet, child as he was, he could not outrun the cruel humans who had put everything he had known to the torch. When his pursuers caught him, they bound up Ryathon and threw him into the back of a wagon, leaving his home in smoking ruins.

After four days travel through the Darschelfaeryn, in the middle of a starless night, trolls attacked the band of raiders. In the course of the attack, the wagon transporting Ryathon was tipped over by an angry troll. Ryathon used this opportunity to roll away from the wagon into a raging forest river, whereupon he was swept away by the rapids. Tossing and turning among the rapids, Ryathon knocked his head upon a rock, falling unconscious.

He awoke on an unknown bank, unknown miles away in unknown lands. He quickly learned how to survive on his own in the wilds, having learned from his father the ways of the hunter. He spent many years in the wilderness, at least by human reckoning; in the reckoning of elves, however, Ryathon still remained a child, barely being older than thirty-five years. Yet Ryathon matured rapidly in that time, gradually learning to interact with the surrounding human communities in a land he would later learn was named Lordsleague.

One day, on the border-forests of the Darschelfaeryn, Ryathon encountered a strange, armored figure fighting a pack of wolves in the middle of a dark clearing. Ryathon rushed to the aid of the armored stranger, yet as they fought together, both came to recognize the martial prowess of the other. At the fight's conclusion, as the last of the wolves fled, the armored figure introduced himself as BX-88, a warforged warrior from Rhunintelk. BX-88 explained that he was making his way to Althoria, far from the wars of his homeland. Ryathon offered to guide BX through the Darschelfaeryn, and BX happily accepted. The two have been fast friends ever since.

Personality
For Ryathon, the best part of hunting--or indeed, overcoming any challenge--is the planning. Ryathon enjoys coming up with intricate schemes to resolve issues and strike down foes, sometimes in exceedingly convoluted ways. When asked why he doesn't simply take straightforward approaches, Ryathon replies (sometimes not in so many words) that if something's worth doing, it's worth doing with gusto. Indeed, Ryathon always strives to find fun and humor in life; after all, life's not worth living without laughs aplenty.

Yet Ryathon is not without his flaws. Perhaps as a result of his exceedingly young age (for an elf, at least), his greed sometimes gets the better of him, and Ryathon has been known to put himself in great danger for the sake of a shiny trinket.

What most don't realize about Ryathon is that, beneath his carefree, fun-loving exterior, a smoldering desire for vengeance burns strong. Ryathon does not know the identity of those who burned his home village down, but he knows that, should ever the chance arise, he will relish the opportunity to bring terrible ruin down upon those who stole his home from him.