Enillen was a dangerous man in his life. He was a bandit, a reever, a hunter, an actor, a bard, a professional guide, a male prostitute, a dancer, a swordsman mercenary, a soldier, a tinker, an assassin, a hitman, and a barman before he was arrested and sentenced to execution. As he the chair was kicked from beneath him, he called out to the Gatekeeper, "My life is yours if you spare it!"

Unprecedentedly, she accepted this deal. He hanged without dying, and hours later, he was dumped at the local Temple of Death Herself.

The Eschatonic Wars were going on at the time, and the Champion of Death was recruiting. When he heard this tale, he sought this bold man out. Finding a strange, quiet, menacing human with a speed and skill that was admirable, the Champion recommended him for the assassin's cloth. Enillen was trained, and he proved adept at it, for it was a trade he plied before. He was then recruited to the Senders, and there he excelled as well, for the undead had always disgusted him, but never terrified him. He rose in the ranks until he was Master Sender.

And there he excelled as well. He served valiantly, and when next his time to die came, the Champion interceded and named him Hand.

At present, he is seeking answers to where his Champion is, and whether Balance is, in fact, Dead.