The Sylvankind known to the world as Ryal De'Arth was born in the Regency of Rossanoe, in the now destroyed kingdom of Calanthia. He grew up with his fellow sylvan elves in relative peace with their only neighbors of consequence at the time, the Drow of Darkholme. The two kingdoms shared trade and mutual defense of their combined interests against all outsiders, be they elf, man, or beast. This all changed during Ryal's 15th season of life, when both kingdoms were invaded by the forces of man, and the foul creatures of the abyss that they seemed to command. The combine majicks and martial prowess of the two elven nations proved to be formidible, but eventually thru attrition and isolation the two kingdoms were destroyed, and the few survivors who were not killed or captured were scattered to the four winds courtesy of the artificiers and high mages final spells to continue the blood lines of at least a few of their chidren.
Ryal was transported to a new continent, or possibly an entirely new world, where he was both a stranger and intimately familiar with it's customs. Finding his training as a mystical bladesmaster would be put to good use as a mercenary in this strange new land, Master De'Arth began to ply his bloody trade to support his few fellow companions and to find a way to get back home and seek vengance on those that had destroyed his life.
Eventually, after a few years of wandering, and following the way of the mercenary wherever it may take him, he came upon the remote Shire of Underhill, which was in need of skilled weaponsmasters, and had the space available for Ryal, and the other haggard survivors of Clan De'Arth to find a home and resettle down.
Now, having pledged his blade arm to the banner of Lord Baelenos Shael, Ryal seeks to find stability in his all but immortal life after a few human lifetimes worth of constant travel and conflict with no apparent end in sight.