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PLAYED BY: Catherine Butzen

CHARACTER NAME: Manetho

GENDER: Female

CLASS: Rogue

AGE: Upper 20s

RACE: Feral Syndar

HAIR: Brown, messy braids

EYES: Gray, lined with tribal paint

OCCUPATION: She is a healer by trade, a wanderer who moves from settlement to settlement trading on her skills. A mendicant medic, if you will. She is not a member of any organization.

KNOWN SKILLS: It is difficult for disease to touch her. She is a healer, which brings along with it minor skills such as sewing, bandage-weaving, and mixing medications. She is literate, after a fashion, and she carries a book or two of notes she made. She is a decent illustrator, at least when it comes to medical phenomena. She is not bad with a knife.

BIRTHPLACE: Mardrun, unnamed patch of woods.

APPEARANCE: Mixed Feral/tribal and cold-weather adapted. Manetho’s tribe originally hailed from the outskirts of the May’Kar Dominion, and even on Mardrun still incorporated elements of portions of that culture, such as heavy eye paint (to cut down on the sun’s glare), white or brown linen clothing, or bits of leopard fur. Currently Manetho wears a brown dress slit up the sides to make for easy running, hosen with armored patches, boots, a long-sleeved tunic, a necklace of humanoid teeth, a leather hip protector sewn with the totem image of a lizard, and a few other belts and odds and ends. (She also has a leopard skin that functions as a cloak.—–Pending Herald approval)

NOTABLE TRAITS: Tribal paint, pointed ears, standoffish/blank expression.

RELATIONSHIPS: Manetho’s real relationships are few. She tends to be cordial with current companions, maternal with patients currently under her care, and brusque or sarcastic with patients who aren’t attending to their own aftercare once they’re off her mat. It’s difficult for her to form friendships, though, because not only does she tend to always move on and leave people behind, she was raised in a very different environment from most others and may not catch jokes or understand their tones and expressions. She currently travels with a group of sellswords interested in aiding the coalition, and is friendly with them, but not friends. However, if she finds someone equally interested in learning or healing, she can carry on a conversation for hours.

RUMORS: The rumors, if they reach this far from where they originated, call her Manetho Corpsecutter. Her self-taught medical knowledge comes from two things: 1) extensive practice, and 2) willingness to dissect dead bodies. In places where the dead are burned, this is obviously somewhat taboo. She gets around this by retrieving unclaimed bodies from battlefields and working out in the wilderness where few will see her, but even so, people tend to think it’s abnormal. “Corpsecutter” was originally a derisive name slapped on her by a dissatisfied patient who claimed she was only good at treating the dead, but it’s been hanging around despite her attempts to dodge it. Some people might say she’s a necromancer, or cuts up bodies because she enjoys it, while in fact she does not.

BIO/ BACKGROUND HISTORY:
​Manetho was born on Mardrun, but she grew up surrounded by relics of the world that had been lost. Her tribe was made up of nomadic feral Syndar who once roamed the edges of the May’Kar Dominion, holding themselves apart from most of its customs but nevertheless feeling a strong connection to the desert (and a grudging, all-right-they’re-here-too-we-have-to-put-up-with-them tolerance for the humans who also lived there). But it was a tenuous existence to start with. The thirty-five-year period of large-scale war up until the May’Kar betrayal didn’t help.
​Her tribe didn’t see the great betrayal coming, but they could see that the end was nigh and knew that they—perpetual outsiders at the best of times, with no protector and no ability to get one—weren’t going to fare well in the finale. It saddened them, but they packed up and left the dry lands, exploiting their small numbers to slip through the enemy lines. There had to be someplace free of the undead plague … Except there wasn’t. After fleeing from country to devastated country, what was left of the tribe eventually took ship for Mardrun with the rest of the refugees.
​Making the transition from desert-dwellers to the forests of their new land was difficult. Manetho was born into a tribe whose totem animals she had never seen in real life and whose customary clothes were strange even to the few May’Kar refugees they met. Still, her family was loving enough, and many feral Syndar had always been isolated from the people around them, so being the odd men out was hardly new. The tribe traveled in a broad circuit around the colonized lands, mostly living by foraging and by trading the goods they made, embroidered leatherwork and weavings which fetched decent prices among the people of the Colonies and some of the Ulven. Manetho, quick enough and strong, believed she’d grow up to become one of their roving hunters.
​When she was half-grown, the tribe was devastated by sickness. It would later be written down in her books as the White Plague: victims suffered a fever, sweats, swollen glands, and finally virulent white lesions that left thick scarring when (if) they healed. ​Manetho fell ill with most of the others, but she had a mild case and survived, gaining an immunity to the disease in the process. The healthy couldn’t get near the sick without risking infection, but something had to be done for them, so Manetho was sent into the quarantine tent to clean and care for them. The tribe’s healers would stand outside the tent and shout instructions, leaving Manetho to be their surrogate hands inside. She performed primitive wound cleansings and tissue excisions as well as preparing poultices and trying to calm the fevered patients.
​By the time the plague was over, there wasn’t much of a tribe left. The exhausted Syndar looked at their tiny handful of remaining folk and, essentially, called it quits: the gods were trying to tell them that the tribe was finished, and they were going to listen. They split up. Some joined other tribes, struck out on their own, or went to the towns for work.
​Manetho had her own plans. Watching everyone die had left her with a deep, haunting fear of plague, and after weeks of nightmares, the last remaining shaman told her she had been chosen by an old spirit animal of theirs—the lizard, the creature of healing, poison, and dreams. Manetho adopted the lizard as her totem and chose a new path for herself. She was going to go out into the world and learn as much as she could about healing, and if she was lucky, she could help other colonists survive the way her tribe couldn’t.
​Plague was her initial focus, but the rising conflicts between the various factions led her to gravitate towards battlefields. Combat medics were always needed and, more importantly, there were ample opportunities to learn what the body could and couldn’t survive. For over ten years Manetho drifted, lending her growing skills where she could and filling books of notes with her observations on anatomy, disease, wounds, medicines, and medical theory. Battlefields were also the best places to find the dead she needed to practice on.
​Ultimately, Manetho became a skilled healer with somewhat odd mannerisms, a good bedside manner, a motley collection of tools and practices, and a driving need above all to learn.
​She’s also isolated from most people, even other feral Syndar. Her tribe’s nostalgia for the old country has made her somewhat derisive on the subject, and losing them relatively young means she wasn’t fully taught what many other Syndar know.

Player name: Brian Maas

My name is O’Frik of the Phoenix Enclave from the Fire Isle. I am a trader by profession, born 120 years ago in the year 144 in the May’Kar desert.

Traveling and trading with the May’Kar was exciting and profitable; life was good. But then we had to leave. Our Magis Yara had a vision from Solar that required us to pack up everything and move to a distant land. My life became overcome by guilt, remorse, and shame. Guilt because I didn’t want to go; Remorse for my friends and family who didn’t leave; and Shame for leaving so many behind.

The journey became a struggle for all of us who left. We lost much of our wealth on the journey from thieves, raiders and the many bribes it took to cross overland to the great sea. No ship would believe in our quest for a new world and it took almost every coin we had left to hire 1 captain, the 2 ships needed for our people, and what we thought would be enough provisions for the voyage and starting over. The humans took every advantage to free our pockets of coin. They marked up everything they sold to us by 3 times.

As the voyage started, we were coinless, demoralized, and discouraged. We began the sea voyage by being split up onto the 2 ships.

The voyage was nothing like us desert dwellers had ever experienced. Cramped quarters; bad food; not enough food or fresh greens; all because the humans had taken advantage of us to line their pockets. I have no love for the humans. So ready to rob, steal or over price-their goods to get rich off the many other races. I am bitter against them. Many of my friends sickened and died on that voyage. Worst of all, we lost the 2nd ship.

We finally found land and our lives became better. Slowly. We were wanderers and traders before-now we have become farmers and hunters. While we usually have a natural talent for magic, it was not much help starting our settlement at first. Then we found out we were not on a huge mass of land but on an island. Totally isolated. It was lush and green from the warmer waters around it, but I missed trading with others. The traveling. The excitement. Then 4 years ago we found out there was land to the North. Contact was made with humans at the settlement of Crows Landing and some trading began. We now have a caravan and life is getting better for all.

As it turned out, we were right to follow our religious leader. We left before the undead took over. Now everyone from the old mainland of Faedrun have become exiles or a part of the undead horde that took over there. The new land mass to the north is called Mardrun. Hope is ahead of us and we will continue on to become a prosperous people once again. The Phoenix is all that matters.

Player name : Ben Seering
Character name: Valdus
Race: Syndar
Class: Mage
Known skills: arcane magic and staff proficiency
Eyes: green
Hair: brown
Occupation: arcane researcher/mercenary
age:73
History:

Valdus started Serving in the Grand Alliance when he was 16 and fought against the penitent the majority of his life. War was his life for over 40 years until the colonization of Mardrun. Valdus was forced on the ships by his family after getting injured in battle; it was not his choice to leave his homeland. He eventually forgave his family which consisted of his father and sister. His family founded an apothecary in the Newhope colony, while Valdus grew weary of battle and tried to give civilian life a chance. Unfortunately Valdus had absolutely no talent except for blasting people with magic or beating them with a stick, the stick of course being his preferred method. Valdus always thought magic was too sacred to be used solely for combat, but thats all he could ever manage to accomplish. He spent years trying to come up with ways to use his magic constructively, such as using a variation of the push spell as a form of propulsion for carts or boats but that was a complete disaster that wiped him out most of his resources. That forced him into mercenary work which he enjoyed just because he was useful again. These jobs were bodyguard positions, mostly protecting the client from mordok. When the Ulven civil war happened he again withdrew from the arts of war, beccause he did not feel right about warring with the ulven and did not want to spill their blood. It was one thing killing monsters such as mordok and undead. The ulven were different: unlike the humans they had a connection to nature, similar to the syndar, that he respected. During this time he resumed his arcane research, this time looking into ways to use magic to better understand the language of the Mordok. Valdus has spent the entire civil war on this endeavor though it yet has to bear fruit. Recently his father and sister were attacked and corrupted by mordok while collecting herbs. Valdus now seeks to work with the coalition in hopes of curing his family. He also thinks his research on a ritual to communicate with, or at least understand the Mordok could be useful in gathering intelligence from them and hopes to find allies among the coalition to help complete his research.

Played By: Ian Loebl

Character Name: Cassander Xanthopoulos

Gender: Male

Class: Rogue

Age: 100

Race: Albino Feral Syndar

Hair: White

Eyes: Greenish-gray

Occupation: Merchant, economist, and appraiser, specializing in precious gems, metals, antiques, and rarities. Also specializes in finding unique goods and buyers, as well as supplies.

Known Skills: Merchanting, economics, moneylending, and money-changing

Birthplace: The Syndar Kingdom of Fawyth

Appearance: He has pure white skin, a fanged mouth, and wears a black flat-brimmed hat.

Notable Traits: He has an accent and is an albino. His personality can fluctuate rapidly between being jovial, happy, and so on into a deadly seriousness at a moment’s notice.

Relationships: Member of the Phoenix

Rumors:

Bio:

For my part, gentlemen, I’ve been places, seen things, and had quite an interesting life over my hundred years in this world. I started from roots more humble than most, being a feral Syndar with no parents, but over time I overcame most of what stood before me, with the exception of my unchanging race. From what I was able to discover, I was born in the Kingdom of Fawyth, but I have not discovered the identities of my parents. I do, however, know why they gave me to the orphanage in the Kingdom of Tielorrien where I grew up. I was born feral, but even worse than that, I was born albino, with snow white skin and hair, and pale eyes. A doubly cursed child. As I grew, I was able to find some who accepted me, but as a whole I was looked down upon as being a lesser being by other Syndar. When I was thirteen, I was taken from the orphanage to become the servant of a wealthy and influential Syndar merchant, who I would serve for seven years. He was important enough to be able to trade with the Nara Pentare, something claimed by an incredibly small quantity of people. I learned a great deal from him by observing every aspect of his business dealings, though he only taught me personally what I needed to know in order to serve him properly. Over those seven years, I was nothing if not loyal. However, my master did not treat me as an equal, and I received no gratitude for my service. This perhaps showed through the most on a cold fall night, in my seventh year of service. My master had drunk far too much during the day and had fallen ill, inconsiderate of the fact that we had an important meeting to attend that night which stood to create a profit of hundreds of Vandregonian silver. In addition, this meeting was a rare and dangerous one, because we were to meet with representatives of the Empire of the Nara Pentare, a rigid and honor-bound culture to say the least. If we were to fail in attendance, we would likely never be able to trade with them again. As he was unable to even get up from his bed, I went to the meeting in his place, taking his name without his permission. Initially, our contact was extremely hesitant to deal with me because he was mistrustful of feral Syndar, as he had been prejudiced against them by other Syndar in the past. However, I used what I had learned to great effect and the deal we were to make went through, making an even greater profit than we had calculated. When I returned, my master furiously interrogated me about what had happened. He did not care about the astronomical sum that he had just acquired. He only cared that I had stolen his identity, however temporary it might have been. That night he beat me wildly with a stick, and the next day was when I left his service, disgusted by his treatment for the last time. Thus began my wandering as I traveled from human kingdom to human kingdom, using my skills at selling and identifying to survive. Eventually I decided to settle down in the May’Kar Dominion, where there were many humans, rich and poor, who needed my services. The high level of tolerance exhibited by the May’Kar was also a boon to my efforts. My contacts and friends from my years of traveling served me well, and I was well known for my ability to find almost any item in the world upon request. I sold items for temples, lords, other merchants, and artisans alike, and through this became successful and affluent, though not as much as I might have liked. However, all good things must come to an end. The rapid sweep of the Undead through the north of the continent made me decide to leave the Dominion, a decision which proved wise, as they defected to the Penitent shortly thereafter. I was able to easily reestablish myself in southern Aldoria and continue as before, but it was the beginning of the final end of everything. As soon as I heard of the discovery of Mardrun and that a colony had been founded, I departed on the first ship that I could purchase a cabin on. When I reached Mardrun, I found myself back where I had started. I was alone in a foreign land with none of my old contacts to guide me or help me. Therefore, I began again. I spent time first in New Aldoria, getting to know the populace while I waited for the conflict with the native Ulven to subside. After it had, I made the rounds of every colony, even the small up-and-coming ones like Crow’s Landing and Key’s Crossing. I lived by doing accounting and numberwork for a wide range of people in all the colonies, but my main work was in New Aldoria and Newhope, the two most prosperous settlements. I eventually became a merchant again in my own right, and sought an organization that could help me make better use of my talent. The Phoenix seemed a natural choice. It was not a smooth transition, but it has seemed to work out well so far. With luck, my prosperity will continue to increase and all shall see that regardless of race, regardless of the curses of our birth, we may become successful and tolerated though our own effort.

PLAYED BY: Sarah Zautke

CHARACTER NAME: Dalilah

GENDER: Female

CLASS: Cleric

AGE: 28

RACE: Syndar

HAIR: Short Brown

EYES: Brown

OCCUPATION: Merchant

KNOWN SKILLS: Healing the wounded

BIRTHPLACE: Some human villiage in Faedrun

APPEARANCE: Usually seen wearing red and black

RELATIONSHIPS: Longtime friend of Oak Harrison and long lost love of Elijah Cole

BIO / BACKGROUND HISTORY:

Growing up wasn’t that glamorous, except that I got to see the world, or what I thought was the world at the time. I had no idea growing up that the reason we only visited human villages and settlements was because my parents were wanted by the syndar community. It was a dream to play outside for hours, meeting new people every month or so, depending on how long my parents decided to stay in one place. My mother was a healer and my father a merchant.

I remember this one time when I was twelve, I was playing with these two girls who had ears like mine, which I’ve never played with anyone like that before. They seemed so elegant, even though they were dressed the same as me. They liked to play puzzle games, which I love playing. The following day on a walk with my parents, we ran into the girls and their parents and found out that they were ambassadors from a royal syndar family. That was the first time I had learned the truth of what had happened to make ‘us’ outlaws of the syndar community. We immediately ran back to our little home, packed up everything, and left as soon as possible. My mother had told me that she had fallen in love with the wrong person, and now they wanted her dead.

Shortly after that, we heard news of the undead spreading throughout Faedrun. We started traveling towards the ocean, where these ships would be to take us to a new land free of undead. We waited many months to be able to board a boat. Finally one had enough room for us. We had to sell everything since there was no room on the boat for it all.

A few weeks into the trip I found these two boys who let me play with them. We became fast friends. Elijah was the nicest person there. I will admit that I had a massive crush on him, but never showed it. The three of us were inseparable for the rest of the trip. But all good things must come to an end, at least that’s how it has always been for me, and I had to go with my parents while they went on with their lives.

A few days after we landed in the new world, my parents went to try and find us safe ride to a nearby village to find work. They had been gone all day and told me to stay in the room we were renting. It was boring waiting for them to return. When it got dark outside, I decided to go down to the docks for a walk. I laid down in the sand to look up at the night sky. A few minutes later, the dark night turned red. Red lights in the sky all around. Then shouting and people fighting everywhere. There was more of the invaders than guards fighting them off. The battle did not last very long, I was frozen in fright and couldn’t move, only watch. I didn’t understand anything that was happening around me, especially when two men grabbed me. They tied my hands behind my back and gagged me. Tried as much as I could to break free, but couldn’t. They pretty much just carried me back to their small boat, tying me to one of the wooden seats and put a bag over my head.

I waited for anyone to come save me, but no one did. The boat was loaded with crates and more men before leaving shore. I heard shouting in the distance that was steadily getting louder. Shortly they were hauling me up a ladder and onto the deck. Orders were given to take me down to the hold with the other slaves. I was dropped on the floor before the bag was removed from my head. I looked around, there were three boys with me in front of this big man with years of stains on his shirt and pants. He assigned the boys to scrubbing the floors. I got the job of cleaning dishes, clothes, or anything else they wanted clean.

Over the years, I was promoted to different positions, each giving me more freedom on the ship. Eventually able to go ashore with the men. One night the captain decided to get really drunk, with the help of his first mate. Long after the bar was closed, the crew was making their way back to the ship, I saw the first mate leading the captain down a dark alley away from the docks. Having not felt like drinking, I followed the two of them. I stayed in the shadows, thats when I saw the first mate pull a sword on the captain, but he was too drunk to realize what was happening. I quickly ran up and used a flare spell to knock him away, he dropped his sword in his drunkenness, that I picked it up and stabbed him in the heart with it. The captain saw what I did for him and promoted me on the spot to be his new first mate.

When we got back to the ship, the captain made an announcement, “If any of you fuckers try to kill me again, I’ll have you walk the plank!” He started to walk away then turned back, “Oh yeah, that bitch is my new first mate!”

I only held that title for two years before I wanted out. And the only way off his ship was the plank. I tried to think of a cunning way to make it the captain’s idea to let me go. One night I came up with a game of strength. If I won, he had to let me go, if he won, I would stay and be his slave in bed. This was one game I refused to loose. But in the end I won, and won back my freedom. I had lost 8 years on that forsaken ship.

The first thing I did was try and find Elijah. Eventually I did find him, but he had a wife and was happy. I spent a few nights catching up on old times, but he had a life to get back to. I moved on, trying to find work. I tried to find out what had happened to my parents, but no one had ever heard of them.

Years later, Elijah has requested my assistance in a faction called the Crimson Shades Emporium. And here I am.

==CURRENT TIMELINE==

Played by: Cassandra Meltesen
Name: Lillian Mae
Gender: Female
Age: 81 (born in 184)
Race: Syndar
Class: Cleric
Hair: Long brunette hair with blonde tips
Eyes: Brown
Occupation: Alchemist
Known Skills: Divine casting, potion brewing, capability with sword and sheild.
Birthplace: Koehali (Faedrun)
Appearance: A small older Syndar woman
Notable Traits: The blonde in her hair and the markings on her right cheek.
Relationships: Only child. Parents have been deceased for over 60 years. No known close friends or confidants. Casually known by the townsfolk of the village she’s been living beside. Was a close friend of Vazra 60 years ago.
Rumors: Suspiciously little is known about her.

Many years ago she traveled with and fought alongside the Vandregon 5th. She left the 5th Regiment shortly after the death of her closest companions, most of whom she had grown up with in the village of Koehali. It is not known where she went to or what she did after leaving the 5th Regiment because Lillian rarely speaks of her time on Faedrun. She traveled to Mardrun in one of the last boats to cross over, arriving in New Aldoria. Several years ago she settled on the outskirts of a small village located a ways inland. After setting up a shack and alchemy lab she involved herself only as much as necessary with village life, interacting with the townsfolk only to trade and sell her wares. The villagers knew her as the reclusive town alchemist. Some whom she aided hold her in high regard, whereas others find her suspicious and disliked her and her reclusively. In December of 265 she packed up the most valuable of her belongings and left the small village behind.

==OLD WORLD TIMELINE==

Played by: Cassandra Meltesen
Name: Lillian Mae
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Race: Syndar
Hair: brown, blonde tipped
Eyes: brown
Occupation: Survivor
Known Skills: Light footed, deceptive. Average capability with simple weapons. Average capability with a shield.
Birthplace: Koehali
Appearance: Medium height
Notable Traits: The blonde in my hair, and markings on right cheek.

Bio: Lillian had an easy childhood and plenty of friends growing up in Koehali. There weren’t any fellow children that she didn’t get along with, except for Vazra and his friends. She hated him with a passion and she had made it a habit to steal his toys. Vazra was always all righteous and wouldn’t lie to the adults when she wanted him to, it irritated her. All aside, Vazra wasn’t much of an angel, he liked to tease and make Lillian’s life difficult. He didn’t succeed for the most part, life was good for Lillian. Then her parents died when she was fifteen. The death of her parents destroyed her. She became reclusive, isolated herself from her friends, she even ceased fighting with Vazra. It was not long after losing her parents that rumors of the undead first reached the village’s ears. Most inhabitants laughed at those warnings, they dismissed such grave news as a children’s story made to scare the young ones from wandering in the woods at night. Lillian believed the rumors, something inside her told her that they were true. She wasn’t disturbed by it though, in her mind it was only right that the rest of the world should fall apart as her world had already done. When the first attack came, she did not let them take her. She ran possessed with a will to live that she had forgotten she had. She ran far away from the screams, and further still into woods she did not recognize. When she finally stumbled across another person, they thought her to be undead, but undead do not cry out pleas of mercy. She traveled with her finder until they reached civilization, then she stole from him all that she could make use of. Taverns became a great source of information. She listened and stole and ran from the rumors of undead until she met a familiar face traveling with soldiers, Chisei. A beam of light amongst the dark, a reminder of the happy years of her life. Lillian had forgotten what it was like to care whether someone lived or died, for three years she had been on her own. She latched on to her old friend who is now called. ‘Artona,’ as she was no longer going by her birth name, Artona was surprised but happy still to see a familiar face and Lillian eagerly joined her crew. The soldiers were headed in the direction that she had been running and ranks of warriors to hide behind sounded appealing, so pretending to share their views felt like a wondrous idea. With them she was taught how to better wield a weapon and how to carry a shield, Artona even attempted to teach her how to properly bandage a wound. As Artona and her talked they both slowly began to agree with the cause they had at first only adopted to better their chances of survival. Alone she would have continued to run. With a friend by her side and the world ending, why not stand and fight?

Relationships: Family is deceased. Chisei Penton is a friend. Vazra was a childhood enemy.
Rumors: It is suspected that she’d run from a fight if the odds were not in her favor. Strangely collected in the middle of such chaos. Coldhearted one second and overly attached to the friends she has left the next. Has been known to steal.

CHARACTER NAME: Zepha de Sol Le Fleur “Zepha”

Played by: Violet Carpenter

GENDER: Female

CLASS: Cleric

AGE: 23 years

RACE: Human – with a hint of Syndar

HAIR: Blonde and long

EYES: Blue as the sky

OCCUPATION: Zepha is an herbalist and healer.

KNOWN SKILLS: Zepha has healing skills and is learned in medical herbs, flora and fauna. She can also cook and bake fairly well.

BIRTHPLACE: Faedrun

APPEARANCE: Zepha is a cheery, easy going girl. She likes bright colors and dresses. She has slightly pointed ears and long golden hair. She always has a sketch book handy and loves to carry around a large sunflower.

NOTABLE TRAITS: Pointed ears, but otherwise looks human.

RELATIONSHIPS: Zepha generally makes friends easily, but is a little nervous around Ulven. She is a bit flirtatious, but is not currently in a romantic entanglement.

RUMORS: People are unsure of who Zepha is and why she’s around. There are some rumors that she was a slave girl, other rumors about her parentage, and a few rumors about her not being the sweet girl she seems.

BIO / BACKGROUND HISTORY: Zepha is the eldest of 3 daughters. Her parents are human, but she looks like part Syndar… Her parents lived in Faedrun and were very poor. Her father had always been harsher with her than her sisters and after the move to Mardrun, he decided to arrange a marriage for Zepha. This marriage would ensure the family with some land. Zepha was vehemently against the idea, but was sold to a prominent Ulven as his wife. Luckily, she conspired with some of her captor’s underlings who weren’t so fond of his leadership and got away. She does not consider the marriage legitimate and will tell people she was kidnapped instead. Zepha is always on the lookout for her former captor, but appears easy going. She loves to travel and is very interested in nature and herbal medicine. She frequently draws new plants and animals in her sketchbook. She is currently wandering with some rogues, but is very open to helping other groups of people or joining other parties. She also prefers warm weather and may travel to warmer areas in the winter. Zepha currently has no idea where her family is. She misses her sisters and mother, but is relieved to be away from her father.

Played By: Kai Manspeaker
Name: Xorvintaal
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Race: Syndar
Occupation: Scavenger
Skills: Shield Proficiency, Improved Shield Proficiency, Shield Expert

Xorvintaal’s parents were merchants who traveled around the lands selling their goods.
Xorvintaal’s parents were on a trip selling their goods when they were ambushed by a large
group of Mordok, they were all slaughtered. When Xorvintaal heard, he was filled with rage and
the urge to kill every last Mordok, but he was not ruthless. Luckily, Xorvintaals father had taught
him how to fight and he found out how to use this to his advantage.
Xorvintaal began looking for ways to seek revenge for what the Mordok did to his parents.
He soon joined an adventuring party that often ran into groups of Mordok. He would try to kill as
many Mordok as he could, but still followed orders. He will continue to help the adventuring party in
whatever way he can. It’s been different without his parents around to help him during difficult
times. Xorvintaal was left with nothing except for chain-mail, a shield, a sword, and a few coins.
He had to scavenge for the rest of his belongings, which isn’t much.