Prildor Springwalker
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Prildor is an half-Elf resident of the Village of the Spring.
Appearance edit edit source
He's old, and his hair is fully silver, styled in a long ponytail.[1]
He is tall and carries a bow when he is with the army.[2]
Personality edit edit source
Like other inhabitants in half-Elven villages, Prildor has a slower perception of time, living years like they were days. He sticks to his daily routines unwaveringly, and immensely dislikes it when he runs into something unexpected. After tracking down and exterminating two dozen ant hives, he still shuddered about it for an entire year.[1]
On the road with Nuvityn, the army has to accomodate his pace somewhat because he is overwhelmed by all the 'rushing about' and only brushes his teeth when the rest is starting the march for the day, but he takes all the surprises with a sigh expecting them as a veteran of multiple campaigns probably should.
He carves arrows as a nervous tick.
He hates losing arrows and even picks up single ones he shot himself and cannot retrieve via skills.
He has a book where he writes down things he talked about with other old people to check what things - kingdoms, food they remember.
Despite his otherwise very overwhelmed appearance when dealing with life outside the village he seems to be very promiscuous person considering Menisi didn't even have to try to seduce him and he claiming himself that he is easily seduced and that it happened all the time with women of various species. He specifically names Gorgons, Selphids and Centauresses, but his eagerness to "connect" with Menisi and other statements suggest other species can probably be included in this list too.[2]
Background edit edit source
After Leila Springwalker died, he regularly visited her grave to leave a flower, and kept an eye out for her missing granddaughter.
He spends his time dismantling trees, crafting arrows out of them, and firing them at a target to practice his aim.[1]
Prildor had been called to aid the King of Erribathe in the past. On one occasion he went to fight in Rhir.[3]He hates sailing and has fought at several naval engagements and been shipwrecked once. According to what he told Nuvityn, he drifted for 89 days. He took a few shots at undead against a Necromancer fellow, which was his last active fighting involvement in a war, suggesting he fought the undead armies of Az'kerash during his rampage through Terandria.
He knows Forgemaster Taxus by name and might have met him, when Taxus was still actively smithing in Dwarfhome.[2]
Chronology edit edit source
Volume 10 edit edit source
Prildor had just recieved the news of Prince Iradoren's death. King Nuvityn arrived in the Village of Spring to recruit him on his quest to confront Iradoren's killer, Erin Solstice. Before departing, he went to his neighbor Tserre's house to inform her of Leila Springwalker's passing, and the disappearance of her granddaughter. Informed by Nuvityn that Ceria had been out of the forest for decades, she asked to join them so they could search for her and bring her home.[1]
When the army is refused passing through Ovela by Piotesenzth, Prildor and Tserre talk to him for two days and try to figure out which era the old Hunter is from with Prildor even taking out his notebook he uses during talks with old people.
On Nuvityn's command, he uses his skill to send thousands of unenchanted wood arrows without sharp tips at Aliendamus army during a border standoff as show of force with minimal chances of death. He is glad when a barrier that breaks due to his attack is quickly replaced by another preventing casualties.
When Nuvityn visits Calanfer he goes to Gaiil-Drome for some time with Menisi accompanying him. It is very likely the too had sex.[2]
Powers and Abilities edit edit source
He dodged [Lightning Bolt] spells (a more advanced black version) three at a time after a few single ones had already been send at him. Rhisveri calls him a "master of dodging".[2]
He can shoot a bow very well for someone who does not have a class.[1]
Classes/Levels edit edit source
- [Royal Stockpiler] Lv. 50+
Skills: edit edit source
- [Recall Inventory]
- Skill that lets him summon specific parts of his (arrow) stockpile and turn it directly into a flying wave of arrows.
Equipment: edit edit source
- his personal bow
- bundles of arrows in his storerooms he can summon with his skills
Trivia edit edit source
- The wood arrows he crafts are as good as steel arrows.[1]
- Tserre does not consider him an overly skilled person, calling him "no great warrior" and doubting his ability to find an adventurer in Chandrar.[4]
- It is implied that he has met Zelkyr's three female Truestone Golems at Wistram, having reminisced about meeting "young Golem ladies."[1]
- Nuvityn considers him an "unpredictable but reliable veteran legend"[2]
Quotes edit edit source
- (To Nuvityn and company) “I’d rather not fight ghosts. My arrows don’t do much against them.”
- (To Nuvityn) “Oh well. We’re not trying to hurt anyone, correct, Your Majesty?”; “Excellent. I didn’t try hard.”
- (To himself after being called the [Royal Stockpiler]) “That’s not my actual class.”
- (To Nuvityn and company) “Everyone ran out of arrows during the first war I was part of. So I prepared enough—the rest of it is just a bit of velocity and positioning. I ran out of [Archers] before arrows in the war when I reached Level 40.”
- (To Nuvityn and company) “That is why it is good that we exist, Tserre and I. Terribly as we must sometimes live, fewer children need to raise bows because of our deeds. I would prefer not to make war on this nation, though, Your Majesty.”
- (To Nuvityn)
- “One second—I have to pick up my arrows. The first two didn’t count for [Return Inventory], you see."
- “I didn’t think I’d have to dodge lightning. My heart’s racing. I need to lie down. May I stop in Gaiil-Drome for a month, Your Majesty?”
- “Affairs. Dead gods. We had one in our village last…time. It must have gone on six decades before it was found out. So uncomfortable. So scandalous.”
- “But what if I’m seduced? I’m highly suggestible! It’s happened countless times! Gorgons, Selphids, very lovely Centauresses—”