Xherw

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Xherw

By Butts

Species	Gnoll
Age	Around 60
Gender	Male
Status	Deceased
Affiliation	Plain’s Eye Tribe
Occupation	Chieftain
Residence	Izril
First Appearance	Interlude – The Tribes of Izril

Xherw is the Gnoll Chieftain that commands all the Clans of the Plain’s Eye Tribe.

Appearance

He has dark fur that is almost black, with faint lines of silver breaking the uniform fur.

He wears the Raiment of the Plains, which are a practically relics unto themselves, which are a lightweight, free clothing garb, like most Plains Gnolls wore, but of ancient cloth, still perfectly maintained by magic. They are decorated with motifs of the Plain’s Eye Tribe, and the cloth was probably stronger than a steel plate.

He also has a powerful aura of solemnity like a temporal disturbance that is projected a hundred feet of him.

Background

In the past he had met Zel Shivertail and Sserys of Liscor. He also beheld the Centenium and saw one die a final death during the Antinium Wars.

Chronology

Volume 7

TBA From Interlude – The Tribes of Izril

Volume 8

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Powers and Abilities

Classes/Levels:

• [Chieftain] Lv. ? (High-Level)

Equipment

• Raiment of the Plains
• Light Hand Axe: Used for throwing or close combat.

Trivia

• While he appeared for the first time in Interlude – The Tribes of Izril, his name was revealed in Chapter 8.30.

Quotes

• (To [Shaman]) “Send a group to kill it.”
• To Merish:
  • “I have lived three Meetings of Tribes. The [Chieftain] before me lived six. Six, Merish. And she told me that the elders when she was a cub said how small the Meeting of Tribes had become. Small. Look.”
  • “Dragons are dying out. Perhaps they are all dead already. For the best for them, yes. One could say the same of Giants—they made terrible war and sided with the Demons. Perhaps we say the same of Cyclopes when they go too, hm? Then there will only be nicknames, like that for Pallass’ Cyclops, Grand Strategist Chaldion. But each time they go—they become stories, and we forget they were real. We are an old tribe. If stories die out, do we lose our power too?”
  • “Perhaps it is not what you need, though. Ah, Merish. I come to you with my worries, not to help! I am sorry.”
  • “We will survive. With your strength, the strength of Gnolls like you, with cunning, and with resolve, Merish. I am glad you returned. I came here to tell you that. If you would stay—we have need of you.”
• (To Ulcreziek) “[Shaman], you can even see gossip? Now there is a true power.”