the following is the only reference to Titus found in the book,
It is the year 34 of the second age. The drow and the elves live in the mountains north of the city of Luskin. Nearly a thousand years of peace was known to the people of the realm, but fait would intervene.
The gods proclaimed to every living creature, good and evil to come to their aid. The gods were under attack by the Titans in their home plain. The Titans were a race of giants, 40 ft tall beast of destruction. They had the strength of the gods and the intelligence of man. They were defeated during the first battle of the first age in the year 63. The gods banished them to a foreign realm where they could do no harm. Somehow their bonds were broken and they waged war on the god in their own beautiful home plain of Valhalla.
The gods, coming close to defeat, sent message to every plain requesting dire aid. When the time to gather forces came, every race sent at least a thousand good healthy strong warriors, some good and some with a sinister plan in the works. Far too many evil hearts were at the gathering. The gods decided to pick and choose hew was to fight at their sides. 500 were chosen from the warriors of men, 500 from the spirited fighters of the dwarfs, 500 from the gnomes, 500 from the shires, 500 from the beautiful yet dangerous drow, and 2000 were demanded of the kind and gentle wood elves, most favored of Corellon Larethian.
Lolth, a high cleric drafted of the drow, seized a golden opportunity. She was able to silence one of the gods and steal some ambrosia, the food of the gods, one bite and you become immortal and gain some of the powers of the gods. She then rallied the rest of the drow force into fighting against the gods and other races and side with the titans. The gods, with the help of a few brave mortals destroyed the Titans and killed all the drow except for Lolth; she was banished to the underworld where she can rule for eternity.
All of the survivors of the great battle were blessed by the gods, none more so than the paladin Titus, a high elf of the wooded mountains.
Unbeknownst to Titus, another battle is being fought in another realm. The reaming armies of the races joined together to drive the drow deep into the caves of the underedark, a place of perpetual darkness and fear of the unknown.
Fearing the insurgence of power in the elves, the armies then turned to the mountains where the elves us to share a home with the drow. Fearing the coming battle, the Elvin king ordered the wizards of the land to find a peaceful solution. The answer they came up with was to sever a part of the mountain and plain shift into another plain. The remaining armies awaited the return of their comrades in the basin of what is now the bowl.
Upon returning to his home realm Titus was greeted with great fanfare. The gods bestowed upon Titus a great artifact, a light blue gem of some sort. Some say it increased his great beauty, others say it was a cursed thing and it and he should be destroyed.
Not more than one day after the gods left, Titus was at war again. The armies were dissolved the day before and there at his door step today, fear that the elves were gaining too much power, and for greed of the gem, the armies attacked. They left all of the women and children, and killed all of the resisting males. Titus was slain by an arrow through the heart; his remains were to be sealed in the basement of a newly built gray mages tower in the city of Luskin. A key was made to seal the door so that no man could open it without the key. It was broken into 3 pieces, one piece was given to the People of Aquestreous, the most fair of the human kingdoms. One piece was give to clan Redwatters of the Dwarven Kingdom. The last piece was give to the elves, in hopes of forgetting this tragedy.
The reaming elves were forced to live in the empty spot where their proud mountain once stood. The armies dissolved and moved into the thriving metropolis of Luskin.
Over the great winter, the humans dwindled in numbers. They began breading with other races to regain their ranks incase of a war with the elves or the dwarves. The half breads grew in numbers and were not accepted in polite society. They were forced to find a home somewhere in the desert, where they live like nomads.
