Introducing the Wanderers (Altmer)

Uulnath Drank or “Ta’drank”

He, an Altmer from the Summerset Isles to the west of Valenwood’s mainland, now ventures far and wide in search of intel that may lead him to the next fabled ancient cache. Led by the intelligent Queen Ayrenn, his homeland is now under the control of the Aldmeri Dominion. And most Altmer as well as those that inhabit the isles feel this the right discourse in securing the throne and the rightful existence of Altmer culture. Uulnath Drank however, couldn’t be bothered less by the actions of the lustrous tall.

His mother and father had contributed to the efforts in restoring the College of Aldemeri, and during these early times Uulnath was taught to understand the superior magical talent an Altmer possesses. However, he was drawn to the coast in search of his next loot. Here the bountiful nature of the sea and lands sang to him the locations of great treasures. This adventurous spirit gave him not only the ability to work as needed, but also proved a formidable training ground for a then young Altmer boy.

The wild beasts of these lands are not to be underestimated, as is apparent through the telling of fables to Altmer children. Tales of the adventurer who ventured too far only to fall victim to a dark crevasse, one inhabited by a deadly troll no less.   

Now having reached the age of 526, his skills are only beginning to sharpen like that of the Altmer tongue. As Uulnath explored throughout the lands of Valenwood he found home and family among a small group of fellow wanderers. Through his trials, debaucheries and the crafting of his own potent ales, Uulnath has come to wear a new title, that of Ta’drank.

You see, the Altmer has at their disposal not only the blessed magics of gods, but a liver rivaling that of the largest Nordic female. Whilst most could not handle the trials of The Seven Deadly Ales Ta’drank would handle two and a half without losing an ounce of wit about him.

This title was bestowed upon him by a tiny, fast handed wood elf named Peabody many years before this day. It was a common jest to play the game of  “Flagon Ta,” which involved the placing of a Ta rune into the flagon of one unsuspecting victim. If this were completed without the person noticing, the owner of the flagon would turn his pockets inside out and distribute its contents amongst the group. If however the owner of the flagon caught the perpetrator in the act, the punishment is enacted on them instead and with the added bonus of having to procure the next round of ales.

This is a game known very well by Ta’drank for it was played amongst the drunks of fisheries once the day’s fish had been brought in and their pockets had been filled. He had spent many days within these fisheries and had become proficient at the game no matter the state of mind. The security of one’s ale is the game. Which brings us back to Peabody, for if the security of one’s ale was at stake it was as if this little Bosmer always had all the right keys. Time and time again Ta’drank found himself pocket-out and penniless with a Ta in his drank. Long Live the Ale!