Editing Wyrmrider 2 (section)

==Person==
'''Background:''' Tycho was born in the Sprawl to an elven common family in one of the small villages there, while an astral storm wracked the clear night sky, filling it with aurora and lightning and wheeling stars. It left him sickly, but starlight glints in his eyes, and in his elven trances he found links to the shared memories of his people - and there, inspiration in lifetimes of heroism and daring.

Those dreams never left him. He joined a band of outlaws pitted against the local tyrannical Lord Dragomir. The farms and villages under Dragomir's rule writhed under cruel oppression, and with Tycho to lead them the outlaws struck at Dragomir's holdings and faded away, leaving the spoils to the common folk. His reputation grew. One lucky raid saw him snatch a magic amulet from one of Lord Dragomir's sons and from that moment, his vigour tenfold, he threw himself into melee to hone his swordsmanship in clash after clash. Now, it's practically all he lives for, the next challenge, the next test of skill, live or die.

A chance encounter in the city brought Zeru and Tycho together. Tycho sensed something of a kindred spirit, and for a while they ran the city ragged between them... Until Tycho bet Zeru he wouldn't be able to bed the local priestess of Light.

Things went differently for a while. Tycho began to become bored, and dallied in the arena, there meeting Saarkh and striking up a friendly rivalry. Saarkh, attended in spirit by his people, understood at least a little Tycho's connection to the memories of the past.

Then Tycho learned of what Dragomir had done. He found Zeru - and Saarkh - and convinced his outlaw band that now was the time to strike at Lord Dragomir's heart. When it happened, in truth the outlaws could barely keep up with Zeru - but they played their part, and the three adventurers escaped with their lives.

Tycho split off for a while as the heat died down. He took the remains of his outlaw band deeper into the forests of the Sprawl. A community of smallfolk there sought aid: a hunting party backed by house Khetru of the city had killed several and taken others hostage: they were looking for something. Tycho tracked them quickly to a gorge filled with petrified trees; as he drew closer reptilian shrieks and gouts of fire preceded the tableau of a chained green wyrm, bleeding from the flank, surrounded by mercenaries. Lord Khetru wanted a wyrm and wasn't willing to wait to get it.

Tycho stepped out and called a duel. Khetru and Tycho fought back and forth between the petrified trunks, the nobleman's classical training matched by Tycho's verve and speed. A cut, a thrust, and Tycho was wounded in the side; the two came apart and flew at each other again; a flash and a shower of sparks, and Khetru howled and fell left - his dueling hand fell right, severed at the wrist. Tycho kicked his blade away and left the man to bleed and rage on the ground.

The outlaw band were overmatched by the soldiers, forced to retreat. Tycho cut the nets and the green wyrm roared and tore free. The mercenaries encircled him and he readied himself to fight to the death - but instead turned and came eye to eye with the scaled beast. Something passed between them. Before he knew why, he leaped athwart it's back - and together they took to the air, roaring a song of freedom, leaving the petrified gorge, the bloody battlefield, and Tycho's past life behind.

'''Description:''' Tycho is on the tall side for an elf and possessed of a quick, wiry build. His mane of thick black hair is held back with a cloth headband. His green eyes gleam with the twinkle of stars. He wears no armour, his clothing good-craftsmanship but well-worn. A long sword is always at his hip; like ships, every blade he calls a woman and names as such. A smile is always near to his lips.

His love of adventure and his thrillseeking are not only on the battlefield, and he is often engaged in games of chance, outlandish betting, heists, stunts, and performances. In fact he's a skilled performer and enjoys playing his lute, which often draws him very welcome admirers.