Born to a frail elven mother and a nomadic human father, Nirdrand’s early life was marked by the struggle to find his place between two worlds. His family, considered outcasts, lived a transient life on the fringes of society, often facing prejudice from both humans and elves. The hardships of this upbringing instilled in Nirdrand a resilience and a desire to seek deeper meanings beyond the superficial divisions of race.

Childhood trauma came early to Nirdrand when a marauding band of elvencutthroats raided his family's camp, leaving him as the sole survivor. This tragic event spurred him into the arms of the wilderness. Guided by a wise old hermit who found him wandering aimlessly through the forest, Nirdrand developed a profound connection with the natural world, channeling his grief into mastering the elemental forces around him.

Embracing the ancient cult, Nirdrand became a dedicated preacher of Emmet, the Dragon of Time. To the uninitiated, the Dark cult often conjured images of malice and malevolence, but Nirdrand’s interpretation was more nuanced. He perceived Emmet as a force for balance, a guardian of the temporal realms who maintained the harmony between creation and destruction. Through this belief, he found solace and purpose, devoting his life to spreading the teachings of time's cyclical nature and the importance of maintaining harmony within that cycle.

Currently, Nirdrand serves as a druid elder, blending his preaching with an unwavering commitment to preserving nature and its mysteries. His aura of authority and dignified demeanor make him a respected figure within the cult and among the druidic circles. Despite his stern expression, those who follow him know of his deep empathy and unwavering dedication to his cause.

Among his few enemies are those who exploit nature for personal gain and those who seek to disrupt the balance of time. His intense gaze and spellbinding sermons have earned him the ire of industrial barons and wayward mages alike. The intricacies of his dark armor, which bear ancient runes, serve as a testament to his continuous warfare against these threats.

Favored among his arsenal is an ancient staff, inhabited by the essence of an elder tree, its surface inscribed with runes of time and nature. Supplementing his martial prowess, his spellbook, a tome of eldritch knowledge bound in dragonhide, holds secrets of time manipulation and elemental conjuration. One famous quote often attributed to Nirdrand encapsulates his philosophy: "In the endless river of time, we are but fleeting ripples, yet our actions can stir tides."