- Agath of Thrutch, Principality of Ulek, High Priest of Celestian (Benzie Dio)
- Gerric, Traveller, Priest of Fharlanghn (Anthony Toohey)
- Reynard Yargrove, Dreadwood Forest, Druidess of Obad-hai (Mike Olson)
- Franz, Shield Lands, Baron Torkeep (T.R. Curll)
- Forngull Icewolf, Frost Barbarian, Mercenary (Jay Richardson)
- Vigil, Guardian of Crowns (Benjamin Pung)
- Rowena of the Silverbrow, Lady Marshal of the Vesve Forest (Tony Moreno)
- Jayar, Lieutenant of the Vesve Forest (Robert Hale)
- Knyuk, Child of the Shalm (Hohn Cho)
- Warnes Starcoat, Councilor to the Joint Courts of Urnst (Kyle Kohlhaas)
- Kallum, Celadon Forest, a "wee" apprentice (Stephen Wales)
- Rakehell Chert, Thieves' Guildmaster of Scant, Onnwal (Mark Moore)
- Mickel Bjorn, Thieves' Guild of Scant, Onnwal, Bodyguard (Sal Marotto)
Agath is a blonde haired man of average height in his early forties. Years of self-study and research has left him with a slight stoop and wrinkles in his brown eyes. Handsome in his younger days, and mildly attractive currently, Agath's smile is friendly and sincere, although he seldoms displays it when concentrating on the task ahead. His voice is persuasive, reasoned, and inspires loyalty and deference, wisdom notwithstanding. Overall, the man has a compelling quality about him which has enabled him to lead the Celestian church in Ulek for many years.
Gerric is a man of small, stout stature, whose travel-worn countenance makes him look older than his 25 years. His skin is sun-darkened and ruddy. Deep lines surround his steel grey eyes that stare into and through your soul to give the feeling that he's observing your entire landscape, clear to your horizon. His hair reddish-brown and is cropped one short length and tied back into a small knot of a tail with a simple leather thong. He has a strong acquiline nose and a sturdy chin. The corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, accenting his gentle ever-present smile. His dark eyebrows hint at what little emotion he allows strangers to see. He wears a road-worn green cloak, simple leather armor, brown trousers and soft leather boots his only ornamentation the Holy Symbol of Fharlanghn and his steelshod quarterstaff.
Reynard stands approximately 5'5" tall and is in excellent physical condition (all that clean living...). Her slender face is framed by waves of soft, auburn hair, usually unkempt, that reach just past her shoulders. Although at first glance she looks to be in her mid-thirties, a surprising age for someone of her stature within the Order, her full forty-four years of experience and wisdom are plainly evidenced in her deep brown eyes. Reynard's bronzed skin is a clear sign of her Flannae heritage, although she herself pays no particular attention to race or nationality. She has often said that she finds it difficult enough to deal with people as it is, and that worrying about their lineage or origin would only complicate matters further. Some have said she is favored-- "touched" is a word frequently used-- by the Shalm, having run off as she did at a young age to fend for herself in the wilds, but she is too modest and humble to agree. Despite her gender, she is much respected among the mostly-male druids of Obad-Hai, and many consider her a credit to the Order and a likely candidate for the role of Grand Druid someday.
Franz stands 6 feet tall, well built and muscular. Waves of light brown hair hang to his shoulders, framing a handsome face, deeply tanned. Startling grey eyes peer out from beneath dark brown eyebrows. A small, well tailored mustache graces his upper lip. Used to command, he walks with an air of confidence that he cannot conceal, it has become second nature. Franz feels most comfortable in his armour, which he has worn like a second skin for more years then he can remember. Franz tends to be straight forward, honest to a fault . . . battle and command are his strong points, and he is far from being Politic. Nevertheless, he is still quite intelligent, skilled in tactics and able to weigh necessity and Duty, to come up with the correct balance. Though he stands tall and proud, his face betrays a certain weariness, bearing the weight of sublime Duty has taken its toll.
Vigil is a simple though finely crafted sword of old Oeridian design. Being originally the weapon of a knight of high standing, Vigil's blade is forged of shining steel and bolstered by the magic infused into the sword itself. Its hilt is steel inlaid with silver. The quillions are seven inches from tip to tip, rectangular in cross section and slightly flared and curved. The grip is wrapped with rope-twisted silver wire, though it has at times been covered with leather depending on the tastes of its wielder. The pommel is a heavy, fluted ball.
Before you stands an human maiden of sculpted beauty. Her full brunette hair glints in the light, tied back under her hooded forest green cloak with silver and gold cord in a single long braid. Looking closely, you cannot tell how long her hair reaches down under that cloak. Her small and slightly upturned nose, those sumptuous dark red lips, and those large almond shaped liquid eyes takes your breath away. Upon her left cheek, you notice a small strange blue tattoo, or is that a birthmark? Strangely defined and even, but without any apparent form, you wonder what it means. Drawing back your eyes to encompass her entirety again, you notice her beauty now seems to be intermingled with a strange and seductive coldness. Moments later, that coldness is gone, replaced with a warm and joyous smile. For a human female, she is very well built, you think, and seems to have an air of nobility about her. Yet with a glance from her large penetrating deep brown eyes you sense that this maiden should not be toyed with.
Jayar stands 4'9" and has blond hair and blue eyes. Jayar's greatest asset is his disarming boyish smile. Jayar can easly pass as a boy of 12-15 years old. The large scar on his left arm tells that he is not a boy but a seasoned adventurer. Jayar loves a good story and is always ready to listen to news of the world.
One of the oldest of his kind, Knyuk is a wild, gray wolf. His eyes shine a penetrating amber, and white "socks" adorn his feet. He is approximately 4' long and stands a bit less than 3' at the shoulder. His pure white teeth are razor sharp, and so clean that, somewhat amazingly, his breath does not even smell too terribly. He wears no collar or symbols of any kind.
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