Name: Erich Hellberg
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 45
Class/Job: Jarl of Reisui
Description:
Biography: Erich Hellberg challenged the previous Jarl to single combat five years ago and obviously defeated him. The fight was honorable and just and once it was over Erich being the great lord of the region. Him and his wife Arielle live within the longhouse. She is a shield maiden and still believes she is one despite her new role now. Erich had trained and fought for the day he would take the mantle of Jarl. He did many fine acts such as lead raids upon orc villages and purging the filth of goblinkin from the land.
Erich was known as the Goblinkiller, for his hate for them grew every passing day as they raided the outlying farms and the villages storage buildings. He put out a bounty himself the day he became Yarl. The bounty was for each goblin head presented to him the hunter would be provided with 100 gold pieces. It did not take long before his territory was void of the ugly creatures. The campaign was such a success he decided to focus on other exploits. Like orc slaying, he knew there were civil orcs as well but they lived in the safety of this village or that of the city. It was the barbaric tribes who followed the great one eyed orc that he had his eyes set on.
At the Tavern, Blacksmith, and both the Goods and Alchemical shop he had a posting placed for a new bounty. Nailed right next to the Goblin one. This time he raised the ammount. Bigger the prey, bigger the pay. He set the pointy to 300 gold pieces per orc head, 100 extra if the orc was that of a shaman or chief. He was determined rid his territory of their filth and would not stop until they were gone. He hated them. Rumor has it that his mother was killed and raped by orcs, and his youngest brother was tortured and sacrificed by that of goblinkin.
Possessions: A cygnet ring made of silver with a large red ruby in the center, and a circlet or crown made of gold with a large Emerald in the center and small rubies on the sides. At his right hip or close by him is his badge of office. A large well crafted broad sword. Forged by the smith in the village specificly for him.
Demeanor: Calm and Understanding. He is friendly to those who deserver his kindness. However, his demeanor changes if a orc walks in, it isn't that he treats them with ill intentions it is just you can tell he tries his best to tolerate them. Only one orc he tolerates and that is the blacksmith.
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 45
Class/Job: Jarl of Reisui
Description:
Biography: Erich Hellberg challenged the previous Jarl to single combat five years ago and obviously defeated him. The fight was honorable and just and once it was over Erich being the great lord of the region. Him and his wife Arielle live within the longhouse. She is a shield maiden and still believes she is one despite her new role now. Erich had trained and fought for the day he would take the mantle of Jarl. He did many fine acts such as lead raids upon orc villages and purging the filth of goblinkin from the land.
Erich was known as the Goblinkiller, for his hate for them grew every passing day as they raided the outlying farms and the villages storage buildings. He put out a bounty himself the day he became Yarl. The bounty was for each goblin head presented to him the hunter would be provided with 100 gold pieces. It did not take long before his territory was void of the ugly creatures. The campaign was such a success he decided to focus on other exploits. Like orc slaying, he knew there were civil orcs as well but they lived in the safety of this village or that of the city. It was the barbaric tribes who followed the great one eyed orc that he had his eyes set on.
At the Tavern, Blacksmith, and both the Goods and Alchemical shop he had a posting placed for a new bounty. Nailed right next to the Goblin one. This time he raised the ammount. Bigger the prey, bigger the pay. He set the pointy to 300 gold pieces per orc head, 100 extra if the orc was that of a shaman or chief. He was determined rid his territory of their filth and would not stop until they were gone. He hated them. Rumor has it that his mother was killed and raped by orcs, and his youngest brother was tortured and sacrificed by that of goblinkin.
Possessions: A cygnet ring made of silver with a large red ruby in the center, and a circlet or crown made of gold with a large Emerald in the center and small rubies on the sides. At his right hip or close by him is his badge of office. A large well crafted broad sword. Forged by the smith in the village specificly for him.
Demeanor: Calm and Understanding. He is friendly to those who deserver his kindness. However, his demeanor changes if a orc walks in, it isn't that he treats them with ill intentions it is just you can tell he tries his best to tolerate them. Only one orc he tolerates and that is the blacksmith.
Name: Arielle Hellberg
Race: Elf
Sex: Female
Age: 250
Class/Job: Shield Maiden of Reisu
Description:
Biography: It is a mystery as to how Arielle and Erich came to marry. If you asked her she would like tell you it was none of your business. Rumor has it that she was a elf captive by one of the many orc villages Erich had attacked. When he saved her it was love at first sight. Her beauty was undeniably desirable to him and she claimed to him that she had a dept to pay for his rescue. It was there that their relationship must have blossomed if such a event did occur. There are other rumors on the grape vine ,but whether they are true or not is only left for debate seeing as neither Erich nor Ariella has disclosed it.
One thing is for certain though, they both hate orcs and goblinkin with high regards. She will not hesitate to commision a hunt if even the slightest rumor was sent her way of a infestation some where. After their treatment of her and her kin that were not as lucky as she was, she gave them no quarter. Each one would die by the blade and with the reward so high it was hard for anyone to resist.
Possessions: A Elven Nodachi and a round golden shield of elven make. The shield itself is only wielded when she is out of the village hunting. Other then that only her sword is by her side. She wears a silver tiara on her head and a a pair of silver silk like wings that hang behind her.
Demeanor: Fierce and Unforgiving; It is hard to gain her trust and easy to have it ripped away. She looks to all outsiders with unbiased affection ,unless they are of the orc or goblin variety. If one dared to enter the longhouse she would relieve her self immidiatly. Unless that orc is the blacksmith.
Race: Elf
Sex: Female
Age: 250
Class/Job: Shield Maiden of Reisu
Description:
Biography: It is a mystery as to how Arielle and Erich came to marry. If you asked her she would like tell you it was none of your business. Rumor has it that she was a elf captive by one of the many orc villages Erich had attacked. When he saved her it was love at first sight. Her beauty was undeniably desirable to him and she claimed to him that she had a dept to pay for his rescue. It was there that their relationship must have blossomed if such a event did occur. There are other rumors on the grape vine ,but whether they are true or not is only left for debate seeing as neither Erich nor Ariella has disclosed it.
One thing is for certain though, they both hate orcs and goblinkin with high regards. She will not hesitate to commision a hunt if even the slightest rumor was sent her way of a infestation some where. After their treatment of her and her kin that were not as lucky as she was, she gave them no quarter. Each one would die by the blade and with the reward so high it was hard for anyone to resist.
Possessions: A Elven Nodachi and a round golden shield of elven make. The shield itself is only wielded when she is out of the village hunting. Other then that only her sword is by her side. She wears a silver tiara on her head and a a pair of silver silk like wings that hang behind her.
Demeanor: Fierce and Unforgiving; It is hard to gain her trust and easy to have it ripped away. She looks to all outsiders with unbiased affection ,unless they are of the orc or goblin variety. If one dared to enter the longhouse she would relieve her self immidiatly. Unless that orc is the blacksmith.
Name: Gorgamesh "The Crazed"
Race: Orc
Sex: Male
Age:38
Class/Job: Fighter/ Blacksmith
Description: The orc is tall and muscular and has a metal plate over his left eye. About his body is marked with scars. He is bald with a long black beard.
Biography: Through trials of killing his own kin and slaughtering the goblin filth in the region he gained the trust of Erich and Arielle. His reasons where simple. He was once a great warrior of one of the nearby orc tribes. According to the chief and his shamans he was too crazed for blood that they kicked him out of fear he would turn on them. The stupid fools did not even know that they only made that fear a reallity when Grogamesh returned, only this time he arrived with a posse of men. The posse lead by Erich Hellsberg himself.
It was there that Erich witnessed the orcs verocity and vengeance. The orc fealt betrayed by his tribe and all he did was eat a few victims out of the belief that he would gain their power if he did. He only devoured those he felt worthy of become one with him. They feared him for this and banished him. He then took their heads from their bodies and left them to rot telling them they were not worthy of become one with him for they were cowards.
He now lives a life in the village as it's blacksmith. He works day in and day out forging only the best weapons and armor. He even forged a blade for the Jarl. A blade he called the Goblinslayer. It was broadsword that had a geusome edge to it that gave it a jagged feel to it. Gorgmesh told him that the new blade would make it easier to cleave the heads of his foes. Sure enough Erich found it to be true seeing as he used to kill orcs and goblinkin alike.
Possessions: His Gruesome Axe and his wolf armor. The Armor is bits and pieces molded together from pieces of armor he had found. With in its cracks pokes out the fur keeping the wearer warm and cozy. The helmet he wears consists of the Head of a large wolf, possible a dire wolf from the looks of the size of the head. It is molded and sowed into the metal helmet Giving the orc a fierce visage when he has it on. The Wolf cloak is rumored to be that of a werewolves. The couldn't be true though sense you need silver to kill one. Other then that he has with him a hammer and tongs to use at the forge.
Demeanor: Kind/Headstrong; He says what he thinks and he thinks what he means. He will talk to anyone in the same manner and with respect. He gives it where it is given.
Race: Orc
Sex: Male
Age:38
Class/Job: Fighter/ Blacksmith
Description: The orc is tall and muscular and has a metal plate over his left eye. About his body is marked with scars. He is bald with a long black beard.
Biography: Through trials of killing his own kin and slaughtering the goblin filth in the region he gained the trust of Erich and Arielle. His reasons where simple. He was once a great warrior of one of the nearby orc tribes. According to the chief and his shamans he was too crazed for blood that they kicked him out of fear he would turn on them. The stupid fools did not even know that they only made that fear a reallity when Grogamesh returned, only this time he arrived with a posse of men. The posse lead by Erich Hellsberg himself.
It was there that Erich witnessed the orcs verocity and vengeance. The orc fealt betrayed by his tribe and all he did was eat a few victims out of the belief that he would gain their power if he did. He only devoured those he felt worthy of become one with him. They feared him for this and banished him. He then took their heads from their bodies and left them to rot telling them they were not worthy of become one with him for they were cowards.
He now lives a life in the village as it's blacksmith. He works day in and day out forging only the best weapons and armor. He even forged a blade for the Jarl. A blade he called the Goblinslayer. It was broadsword that had a geusome edge to it that gave it a jagged feel to it. Gorgmesh told him that the new blade would make it easier to cleave the heads of his foes. Sure enough Erich found it to be true seeing as he used to kill orcs and goblinkin alike.
Possessions: His Gruesome Axe and his wolf armor. The Armor is bits and pieces molded together from pieces of armor he had found. With in its cracks pokes out the fur keeping the wearer warm and cozy. The helmet he wears consists of the Head of a large wolf, possible a dire wolf from the looks of the size of the head. It is molded and sowed into the metal helmet Giving the orc a fierce visage when he has it on. The Wolf cloak is rumored to be that of a werewolves. The couldn't be true though sense you need silver to kill one. Other then that he has with him a hammer and tongs to use at the forge.
Demeanor: Kind/Headstrong; He says what he thinks and he thinks what he means. He will talk to anyone in the same manner and with respect. He gives it where it is given.
Name: Vivian Bloodmoon
Race: Drow
Sex: Female
Age: 200
Class/Job: Assassin/Barkeep
Description:
Biography: Vivian and her sister Cassandra have lived in the village for twenty years and are well respected by those that lived there. Including the latest Jarl Erich and his wife Arielle. They often are sent out by the Jarl's wife to investigate or deal with matters best left secret. One such mission is every month to take food and several bags of gold to the nearby mountain. Other times it is to investigate caves and abandoned forts to make sure no un wanted guests take homage there.
If the problem is easy enough they deal with it on their own. If not they return with their information and the Jarl sends a detachment or commisions residents to go deal with it. Other then that they spend their time running their tavern and listen in on gossip and even partake in it themselves. They even sometimes sing and dance and are often said to be something to see if you ever visit the village. How or why they picked the village to set up their tavern is unknown.
Possessions: Two Curved silver daggers and two silver scimitars. Other then that there is her earings and her nose piercing as well as the tatoos seen in the picture above.
Demeanor: Her demeanor is inviting as she is nice and goodwilled. She hides the horrors of her past well and always smiles not hesitating to talk or tell stories about the Jarl or thier own exploits.
Race: Drow
Sex: Female
Age: 200
Class/Job: Assassin/Barkeep
Description:
Biography: Vivian and her sister Cassandra have lived in the village for twenty years and are well respected by those that lived there. Including the latest Jarl Erich and his wife Arielle. They often are sent out by the Jarl's wife to investigate or deal with matters best left secret. One such mission is every month to take food and several bags of gold to the nearby mountain. Other times it is to investigate caves and abandoned forts to make sure no un wanted guests take homage there.
If the problem is easy enough they deal with it on their own. If not they return with their information and the Jarl sends a detachment or commisions residents to go deal with it. Other then that they spend their time running their tavern and listen in on gossip and even partake in it themselves. They even sometimes sing and dance and are often said to be something to see if you ever visit the village. How or why they picked the village to set up their tavern is unknown.
Possessions: Two Curved silver daggers and two silver scimitars. Other then that there is her earings and her nose piercing as well as the tatoos seen in the picture above.
Demeanor: Her demeanor is inviting as she is nice and goodwilled. She hides the horrors of her past well and always smiles not hesitating to talk or tell stories about the Jarl or thier own exploits.
Name: Cassandra Bloodmoon
Race: Drow
Sex: Female
Age: 199
Class/Job: Sorceror/Tavern Owner
Description:
Biography: Cassandra arrived to the surface with her sister. The only member left she could trust in her disfunctional family. Cassandra and Vivian traveled about the country looking for a new home. The city although accepting was to loud for their tastes and too many eyes staring at them. Was it their beauty or was it because they were drow? Who knows what the reason was. They did not care enough to hear the answers. They eventually came to a village called Reisui, which had a very interesting name to it. They visited the lake and heard the rumors. Did they see what was at the lake and what lived their? Only they knew and they were not telling anyone. At least not strangers. After staying with people and paying them with what earnings they had they decided to open up a tavern. With permision of the Jarl they did so, only under one condition. That they acted as The eyes and ears of him and a Jarl to come after him.
They did so doing what was asked of them and performing their jobs with great professionalism. Cassandra even gave her gratitude to the Jarl by giving him her signet ring.
Possessions: A Large ornate silver Scythe jeweled with that of Rubies. She also had with her a longsword also made of silver. She also has a pair of Ravens that live within the Tavern. One is her familiar and the other a simple friend.
Demeanor: She acts like a bird that has been freed from it's cage. Full of spirit and love to those around her often catching herself in a dance.
Race: Drow
Sex: Female
Age: 199
Class/Job: Sorceror/Tavern Owner
Description:
Biography: Cassandra arrived to the surface with her sister. The only member left she could trust in her disfunctional family. Cassandra and Vivian traveled about the country looking for a new home. The city although accepting was to loud for their tastes and too many eyes staring at them. Was it their beauty or was it because they were drow? Who knows what the reason was. They did not care enough to hear the answers. They eventually came to a village called Reisui, which had a very interesting name to it. They visited the lake and heard the rumors. Did they see what was at the lake and what lived their? Only they knew and they were not telling anyone. At least not strangers. After staying with people and paying them with what earnings they had they decided to open up a tavern. With permision of the Jarl they did so, only under one condition. That they acted as The eyes and ears of him and a Jarl to come after him.
They did so doing what was asked of them and performing their jobs with great professionalism. Cassandra even gave her gratitude to the Jarl by giving him her signet ring.
Possessions: A Large ornate silver Scythe jeweled with that of Rubies. She also had with her a longsword also made of silver. She also has a pair of Ravens that live within the Tavern. One is her familiar and the other a simple friend.
Demeanor: She acts like a bird that has been freed from it's cage. Full of spirit and love to those around her often catching herself in a dance.
Name: Veoznaz
Race: Faun/Satyr (Half goat, Half Man)
Sex: Male
Age:29
Class/Job: Owner of Veo's Goods and Trinkets.
Description:
Biography: Veoznaz or Veo for short has lived within the village sense it's creation and naming. He has also run his shop sense then as well. He often closes his shop from time to time to go adventuring and bring it even more valuable items. Secretly he always just went to the lake. It was because of him rumors started at the lake about the Nymph who lived there.
He does though venture past and checks out ancient ruins or old forts looking for things of value. Sometimes he comes up with things of great value. All you have to do is go to his shop and find them and accept the price he gives you if you wish to buy it. He does not take kindly to thievery. One foolish thief has already learned the hard way not mess with the Faun.
Possessions: His only possessions consist of the fur coat about his upper body and a large smoking pipe. Other then that he does not carry much on him, well except for the crossbow that he hides underneath the counter top of his shop incase anyone tries to rob him.
Demeanor: Veo is very greedy for both gold and valuable items. He will trade for anything of course but if you want him giving you a good sized amount. Come to his shop with some valuable and he will make you an offer you cant refuse.
Race: Faun/Satyr (Half goat, Half Man)
Sex: Male
Age:29
Class/Job: Owner of Veo's Goods and Trinkets.
Description:
Biography: Veoznaz or Veo for short has lived within the village sense it's creation and naming. He has also run his shop sense then as well. He often closes his shop from time to time to go adventuring and bring it even more valuable items. Secretly he always just went to the lake. It was because of him rumors started at the lake about the Nymph who lived there.
He does though venture past and checks out ancient ruins or old forts looking for things of value. Sometimes he comes up with things of great value. All you have to do is go to his shop and find them and accept the price he gives you if you wish to buy it. He does not take kindly to thievery. One foolish thief has already learned the hard way not mess with the Faun.
Possessions: His only possessions consist of the fur coat about his upper body and a large smoking pipe. Other then that he does not carry much on him, well except for the crossbow that he hides underneath the counter top of his shop incase anyone tries to rob him.
Demeanor: Veo is very greedy for both gold and valuable items. He will trade for anything of course but if you want him giving you a good sized amount. Come to his shop with some valuable and he will make you an offer you cant refuse.
Name: Nizhar
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 65
Class/Job: Sorceror/Owner of the Alchemical shop.
Description: Dawns a dark grey robe that looks like it has seen better days. Often covering his face using the hood of his robe and has a long grey beard. His staff is made of both metal and wood and is marked with runes. His features full of wrinkles and his eyes full of wisdom.
Biography: Nizhar has lived secluded for most of his life to the south. However, news of the Village nearby getting new life he decided to go and have a look see. What he founds was a small community of people of all shapes and sizes and colors. He felt it was rather welcoming and enjoyed his stay. So much that he purchased a home from the Jarl. After awhile he noticed his home was getting crammed with books,scrolls, and even several alchemical ingredients he knew he would never use in his life time.
So with some help from Gorgamesh he had his downstairs living room referbished into a shop. A simple shop with display cases and jars full of alchemical ingredients. Also found in his shop are books and scrolls.
Possessions: His staff and his Familiar which happens to be a owl.
Demeanor: Nizhar is old and wise and you can tell from the way he talks and he feels rather warm when new faces pop up around his shop.
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 65
Class/Job: Sorceror/Owner of the Alchemical shop.
Description: Dawns a dark grey robe that looks like it has seen better days. Often covering his face using the hood of his robe and has a long grey beard. His staff is made of both metal and wood and is marked with runes. His features full of wrinkles and his eyes full of wisdom.
Biography: Nizhar has lived secluded for most of his life to the south. However, news of the Village nearby getting new life he decided to go and have a look see. What he founds was a small community of people of all shapes and sizes and colors. He felt it was rather welcoming and enjoyed his stay. So much that he purchased a home from the Jarl. After awhile he noticed his home was getting crammed with books,scrolls, and even several alchemical ingredients he knew he would never use in his life time.
So with some help from Gorgamesh he had his downstairs living room referbished into a shop. A simple shop with display cases and jars full of alchemical ingredients. Also found in his shop are books and scrolls.
Possessions: His staff and his Familiar which happens to be a owl.
Demeanor: Nizhar is old and wise and you can tell from the way he talks and he feels rather warm when new faces pop up around his shop.
Name: Eirika Silverwind
Race: Elf
Sex: Female
Age: 210
Class/Job: Favored Soul/ Inquisitor
Description:
Biography:
Eirika was born very special. Unlike most of her kin she was born with wings. Her family took this as a sign and like most members of her family, she was brought up as a Inquisitor or Witch hunter. Her job was to seek out and investigate evil at it's roots and destroy it. She was trained alongside her older brother Elduin and together they became a fighting pair. She went everywhere with him. In the world of Dosei they traveled far and wide. Often by request from Kings or Lords who had much concern about their surroundings. This journey brought them to the country of Itari the cold country of the north where the cold weather either broke or strengthen those that lived there. The country was very large and vast despite what they expected.
They however, did not come here by the request of the King of Itari ,but of something far much more dire. The seers of their order had a vision that took place here. A event would take place that would change the very world they lived in if not prevented here and now. The seers were never one hundred percent correct ,but it did not hurt to send them here to investigate. As they stayed here they would do what they could for these people until they saw anything out of the normal boundaries of the creatures that lived here.
Possessions:
Weapons- Her weapons consist of two swords curved like most elven blades and made from silver and gold, these swords sit at her hips. Runes decorated the blade giving the weapons the blessings of their deity. She also carries at her back side two hand crossbows. Other then those she carries no other weapons.
Clothing- Over her armor she wears a white cloak with a gold trim and underneath the armor is a blue tunic with long sleeves and matching pants. She also carries with her a signet ring that rests on her right hand. The ring has the symbol of a crescent moon on it.
Armor: Her armor consists of the following all of which made from gold and are of elven design; A chestplate, Pauldrons, Bracers, and her boots whose plates go past her knee and touch half way up her calves.
Demeanor: There are two sides to Eirika, there is the side which shows love and a free spirit to all and anyone she comes across, then there is the side of her that some wish to never see. The side of unrelenting destruction upon her foes and enemies. She ultimately despises evil and if she senses it she will stop at nothing to seek it our and destroy it.
Race: Elf
Sex: Female
Age: 210
Class/Job: Favored Soul/ Inquisitor
Description:
Biography:
Eirika was born very special. Unlike most of her kin she was born with wings. Her family took this as a sign and like most members of her family, she was brought up as a Inquisitor or Witch hunter. Her job was to seek out and investigate evil at it's roots and destroy it. She was trained alongside her older brother Elduin and together they became a fighting pair. She went everywhere with him. In the world of Dosei they traveled far and wide. Often by request from Kings or Lords who had much concern about their surroundings. This journey brought them to the country of Itari the cold country of the north where the cold weather either broke or strengthen those that lived there. The country was very large and vast despite what they expected.
They however, did not come here by the request of the King of Itari ,but of something far much more dire. The seers of their order had a vision that took place here. A event would take place that would change the very world they lived in if not prevented here and now. The seers were never one hundred percent correct ,but it did not hurt to send them here to investigate. As they stayed here they would do what they could for these people until they saw anything out of the normal boundaries of the creatures that lived here.
Possessions:
Weapons- Her weapons consist of two swords curved like most elven blades and made from silver and gold, these swords sit at her hips. Runes decorated the blade giving the weapons the blessings of their deity. She also carries at her back side two hand crossbows. Other then those she carries no other weapons.
Clothing- Over her armor she wears a white cloak with a gold trim and underneath the armor is a blue tunic with long sleeves and matching pants. She also carries with her a signet ring that rests on her right hand. The ring has the symbol of a crescent moon on it.
Armor: Her armor consists of the following all of which made from gold and are of elven design; A chestplate, Pauldrons, Bracers, and her boots whose plates go past her knee and touch half way up her calves.
Demeanor: There are two sides to Eirika, there is the side which shows love and a free spirit to all and anyone she comes across, then there is the side of her that some wish to never see. The side of unrelenting destruction upon her foes and enemies. She ultimately despises evil and if she senses it she will stop at nothing to seek it our and destroy it.
Name: Elduin Silverwind
Race: Elf
Sex: Male
Age: 250
Class/Job:Paladin/Inquisitor
Description:
Biography: Elduin grew up to be very noble and more controlling of his feelings unlike his younger sister. He often chastised her for being to accepting of strangers. It was the one reason he made it clear that she had to be by his side at all times. It was not often a member of their race was born with wings and her care free nature could cost her her life and that always made him worry. He was her protector like most older brothers who took the job of caring for their younger sisters. He followed the same light as her though and took her to many places, such as deserts and even jungles. They were not really well known sense they were not always sent out. Only when something was really dire and threatening did they get sent out by their order. The order that they represented however, was very well known. The Order of the Winged Horse, was its name. It went by other names as well, such as followers of Corellan. Either way, their presence was often revered or feared, where the order came it only meant evil was afoot.
There next Journey took them to the land of Itari. A frozen wonderland of silence. It always seemed so quiet to Elduin, quiet but it had solace. It was peaceful and beautiful in its own right. However, every rose had its thorns. The frozen tundra had its many dangers within it that made it something to not trek alone. You also had to always bring with you warm gear or else you would be claimed by the cold. It was very unforgiving and it was their order that brought them here. Something was going to happen here and they didn't know what. Elduin, unlike his sister, had a very horrid feeling about the country. Dark magic was at work here and he did not like it. Well maybe not dark magic, but something evil was most certainly going to be involved.
Possessions:
Weapons- His weapons consist of a Elven Longblade and a Composite Longbow of elven make. The Longblade's hilt was made of gold and laced with silver. The blade itself was in fact blessed silver with the same kind of runes that decorated his sisters swords. The Longbow was made of gold as well.
Clothing- Much the same as his sisters, a white cloak and blue tunic underneath his armor.
Armor- Elduin his more heavily armored then his sister. His armor consisted of a gold full plate of elven design. However, it was missing the helmet piece of the armor.
Demeanor: Unlike his sister he does not accept everyone with open arms. He may not judge you on the color of your skin or what race you belong to, but he does judge you for your manners and how you act. He does not trust anyone so easily not even those of his same kind. The only person he trusts completely with his life is his sister.
Race: Elf
Sex: Male
Age: 250
Class/Job:Paladin/Inquisitor
Description:
Biography: Elduin grew up to be very noble and more controlling of his feelings unlike his younger sister. He often chastised her for being to accepting of strangers. It was the one reason he made it clear that she had to be by his side at all times. It was not often a member of their race was born with wings and her care free nature could cost her her life and that always made him worry. He was her protector like most older brothers who took the job of caring for their younger sisters. He followed the same light as her though and took her to many places, such as deserts and even jungles. They were not really well known sense they were not always sent out. Only when something was really dire and threatening did they get sent out by their order. The order that they represented however, was very well known. The Order of the Winged Horse, was its name. It went by other names as well, such as followers of Corellan. Either way, their presence was often revered or feared, where the order came it only meant evil was afoot.
There next Journey took them to the land of Itari. A frozen wonderland of silence. It always seemed so quiet to Elduin, quiet but it had solace. It was peaceful and beautiful in its own right. However, every rose had its thorns. The frozen tundra had its many dangers within it that made it something to not trek alone. You also had to always bring with you warm gear or else you would be claimed by the cold. It was very unforgiving and it was their order that brought them here. Something was going to happen here and they didn't know what. Elduin, unlike his sister, had a very horrid feeling about the country. Dark magic was at work here and he did not like it. Well maybe not dark magic, but something evil was most certainly going to be involved.
Possessions:
Weapons- His weapons consist of a Elven Longblade and a Composite Longbow of elven make. The Longblade's hilt was made of gold and laced with silver. The blade itself was in fact blessed silver with the same kind of runes that decorated his sisters swords. The Longbow was made of gold as well.
Clothing- Much the same as his sisters, a white cloak and blue tunic underneath his armor.
Armor- Elduin his more heavily armored then his sister. His armor consisted of a gold full plate of elven design. However, it was missing the helmet piece of the armor.
Demeanor: Unlike his sister he does not accept everyone with open arms. He may not judge you on the color of your skin or what race you belong to, but he does judge you for your manners and how you act. He does not trust anyone so easily not even those of his same kind. The only person he trusts completely with his life is his sister.
