Phylactery

The Fairest maid amongst all the elves was a woodland dryad. She lived in the bole of an ancient oak on the edge of Benthanisal. It is said that only the greatest hero may rest his lips against hers, and that a single kiss from her was such that will shed the light of all nightmare from a man and cast away that which burdens him, it was said that one kiss of the Dryad from the bole of the old Oak of Benthanisal would lift a man into Redemption. For this kiss Fachaun endeavored. The Grey elf turned thousands of elves to the path of Wilden. Fachaun sought to stomp out the fledgling civilization that burgeoned on the edge of the great forest. Known then as the Dominion of the King of Rivers, men’s ambition and destructive nature was obvious even in infancy. 
But time worked against Fachaun, and he was forced to preserve his life. He sought out across the planes for a means for extending his life. He began his descent, knowing that should he prove successful in the obliteration of the threat to the fey, he would be redeemed by the dryad’s kiss. So he murdered and practiced necromancy, he discovered a means by which he could store his soul and return even should his body be destroyed. But he would need a phylactery.