Tiny by elven standards, Zariel stands only 5'3" tall. Long masses of auburn hair in earlier days worn free, now are pulled tightly beneath the confines of a sweeping hooded druid's cloak. Clear blue eyes gaze out from under the hood, watching the world around her with a mixture of fear and compassion for the hard-trodden. She seems to carry with her an air of the forests she so loves to wander.
Sira - Leader
Her features are sharp, high cheekbones and chiseled chin giving her
a strong appearance. Clear hazel eyes shimmer captivatingly, easily
seen behind oval wirerimmed glasses. Pulled back into a ponytail, her
long, brown hair falls behind her, small wisps floating in soft waves
around her face and softening her appearance. A thin gold chain lays
around her graceful neck, a small, rose-shaped charm hanging from it,
and a butterfly is tattooed just above her right shoulder blade.
Standing about average height, her lanky figure is hidden beneath her
shorts and shirt. She has slight curves, her bust petite and her legs
long. A strength is hidden in her leanly muscled arms, richly tanned
and dotted with faded scratches and scars. Her feet are covered in a
thin layer of dark, tightly curled hair.
Elbryan - Leader
Before you stands a Skeletal warrior decked out in the finest armor available. He is almost seven feet tall with just enough of his flesh left to tell that he had black hair. Where his eyes used to be, there are two small flames flickering in the wind. He has the mark of the lord of fire, Kossuth, upon his Armor in several Places. The heat radiating off of his armor is almost unbearable, though he seems to not be touched by it.
Calvin - Leader
He glances up, peering intently at you over his black-rimmed
glasses. You notice his smooth skin is a dark bronze from the
warm summer sun,and his shaggy,blonde hair hangs slightly over
his face with just enough clearance for you to catch a glimpse
of his intense blue eyes. A faint smile appears on his face as
he closes his book and stands up from his comfortable, wood
rocking chair, offering you help any way he can. You step back
and notice he is clothed in a simple white robe, some prayer
beads around his neck and a pair of well-used, brown sandals
cushioning his callused feet. You can't help but smile back as
you notice the happiness that engulfs him despite leading such
a simple life,for he has only one main goal;offer aid to those
worthy throughout the realms and make fun of that skank rasma.
Abadoon
You see standing before a tall man. His eyes are as dark as night.
His hair is as red as the blazing fires of hell. He has many scars on
his face from battles of the past. He has the look of hate and
confusion in his eyes. His stance is that of stone he does not seem
to move or flinch. Then as he finally starts to move he walks away
quickly. On the back of his shirt you notice there is saying which
reads, We who are truly brave will never live in fear.
Avlad
Dark blue eyes seem to stare into your soul, while making you feel
calm at the same time. Before you stands a... Elf... No... He
seems to be of mixed blood, a HalfElf. He radiates a holy light, and
has a soothing, tranquil presence. His body is covered in a heavy
cloak, with a hood that slightly covers his face. He has a scar that
starts about starts about an inch above his left eye and ends about 2
inches below his eye. Maybe it was caused by a dagger? Or maybe
something worse...
Avshar
At first all you see a young man with dark hair and olive coloured
eyes. But as you look more closely you see a hint of lightning
playing in those eyes and you feel the immense aura of power emenating
from this man in front of you. You suddenly recognise him as Avshar,
one of the enforcers of Celestia's law. Just as you begin to warily
step around him, you notice a hint of a smile on his lips and as he
nods to you while you pass him, you are glad that he has no reason to
be at odds with you.
Azarot
A tall and very old man with long white hair and bright blue eyes
stands here. He wears a dark green cloak with insignias of Oghma,
well known as the God of knowledge. Around his neck he carries a
small green oak leaf, the symbol of Silvanus, the God of wild nature.
He is walking on his old filthy sandals that are almost falling
apart. In each hand he is holding a long wooden staff, one is flaming
red and the other is surrounded by a glowing white aura. His skin
looks old and wrinkled and when he walks or stands, he leans on his
staffs to relieve his back. Although his appearance is not very
impressive, there is something in his smiling face that indicates
that he is not as helpless and insignificant as he might seem.
Azriel
A man of 5'9" stands here, looking around with deep green eyes,
semi-long dark hair covers his eyes from the sun above, though
his skin is well tanned and looks to be free of scars. He seems
to watch the world pass by him almost enjoying it, though
wishing for more
Cadacus
Taken as a picture frozen in time, Cadacus wonders the streets, helping those in need, and those in not. His love for his lost wife has not resulted in a smile across his face for a long time. His robes are wealthy, his appearance gloomy, his manners outstandingly charming. The smell of fine herbs and salts surround him. He plays a flute, a magical instrument that can charm the most aggressive fighters in a bar. Bound on a glorious and irrevocable mission, Cadacus can be seen in the most highly political events, charming the politians along the way; and in the most dingy down rotten pubs of Westbridge, enjoying a laugh and a drink with the locals.
Calista
Before you stands a slender figure in a white shimmering robe, soft ebony feathers cascading down the back of her head. Her soft smile soothes your spirit, and her radiant amber eyes seem to pierce your soul, gazing into the very fiber of your being. Having journeyed far, she seeks her brother, wielder of the Sunblade, who saved her from the world of darkness and brought her to the light. It is through his guidance she has learned to master the powers of purity and light, and by his example she has learned to use these magics to help those in need. A warming sensation spreads through your body as she bows slightly, pulls her hood over her head, and disappears.
Charly
A young healer dressed in a finely made, long blue robe emblazoned with
the insignia of the Crimson Guardians. A slight clinking can be heard
under his robes from the light mithril armor he wears beneath them. His
light blonde hair is well groomed and falls to his shoulders. Bright
blue eyes accentuate his face and show his wisdom. He wears a pair of
simple leather shoes on his feet and carries a steel staff engraved
with silver carvings. His face is clean-shaven. His eyes show kindness
and a willingness to help those that need it.
Corteo
Before you stands a slightly shorter than average dark elf with an impressive magical presence. There is a light yellow swirling mist around his whole body, shielding him for any magical harm. He wears a shiny chromatic helmet covered with dents from past battles. His sleek yellow hair appears from under the helmet and flows in the breeze. His eyes glow with a fierce yellow light and he looks at you intently. He in a full suit of chromatic armor with the insignia of a priest over the left breast, which flickers in the sunlight. There is a long jagged scar running down his right arm, no doubt the result of a vicious battle with a ferocious dragon. His silver cape moves in the breeze as if it were alive. He has his shimmering longsword sheathed in his scabbard over his back along with his shield, no doubt displaying his non-aggressive nature. He nods to you as you continue to stare and asks "Would you like any help with your wounds?"
Dagda
You see a medium height girl with raven hair and brown highlights as it meets the sonne. A single white feather is weaved in her hair. She gazes at you with big puppy brown chocolate eyes with a slight trace of a blue ring, suggesting a soft hint of mischief as she blows her bubblegum in your face. She bounces into your lap and ruffles your hair playfully, giggling. The little impish girl has strange celtic marking on her arms that make out traces of the word eire. A light mist enveloppes her body. On her left cheek, you can see a faint glow of blue - The Rune of Uruz
Darksaber
Before you stands a creature of myth and legend, born of a prophecy and
destined to bring peace to these lands.
A soft red flame burns in his wizened eyes.
Four pearlescent horns run down the crest of his head.
His scaly crimson hide displays the scars of battle and age.
There is an overall strength about him, yet...
there is a deep sadness within him.
Upon his shoulders weighs the honor and responsibility of upholding a legacy,
but upon his heart weighs the sorrow of being the last of his kind.
Dazia
Barely five stones tall, her lithe build, slightly pointed ears and
mischievous grin betray the drow blood mingled in her human ancestry.
Her sun kissed complexion is offset by a smattering of freckles and
three tiny black stars tattooed against her left temple. Brilliant
emerald hued eyes sparkle with ironic humour and partially concealed
laughter. A cascade of violet braids fall to her waist almost hiding
a small black firewyrm that is sitting on Dazia's shoulder seemingly
lazy but ferally aware of your presence. As you pass her by you can
catch the elusive scent of sandalwood and cinnamon.
Dieppe
You see a tall, slender elf with long wispy blond hair.
He has a bright sheen around him, almost like a
halo, or a shiny layer of light surrounding his skin.
He smiles at you, in a friendly, heart warming
way, and offers you any help he can give.
You look closer and see a Guardian patch on his sleeve!
Elminster
You see a dignified, grey bearded man of weathered visage. Long white hair
blows gracefully in the wind. His dancing eyes appear much younger than the
stately grandfather before you. A meerschaum pipe is help loosely between
his lips, giving off a thick green-blue smoke. His nondescript attire leads
you to believe he is unimportant, but you can tell by the look in his eyes
that he's not as powerless as he appears.
Erotavlas
Standing before you is a large and rather ugly creature. He stands about 7 feet tall with a heavily
muscled arms and legs. His face is scared and twisted from his many battles but the smile on it
along with the gleam in his blue eyes makes you feel comfortable and relaxed. He is wearing full
battle armor, which looks very heavy but due to his size he carries it quite effortlessly. His
weapons are sheathed at his sides so as to not look threatening but ready to protect and help any
innocent creatures.
Feldon
Dressed in garments that instantly tell you he is a member of the Flame, this human is of medium stature and his armor glistens in the sun like you have never seen before. His hair is an unusual shade of green and his eyes are as blue as the sky. His weapons seem to glow with a heavenly aura, and his piercing eyes seem to gaze deep into your soul.
Firehawk
Before you is an extreme normality. A human, 6 and 1 quarter feet tall
with dark, spiky hair. He stands rather unusualy, as if not accustomed
to his own balances. He wears a breastplate, worn from years of combat
as well as breeches and large wicked-looking talons over his hands. He
walks bare-foot, not wearing shoes wierdly for some odd reason. As you
see, you notice a strange disfigurement of muscles near his eye. It is
a long scar, running from the above of the hair on his forehead to the
base of his jaw. You notice other scars now, too, an irregular pattern
over his body. What could have done something to the human before you?
Upon his back, the large axe resting in a backside holster flames by.
Garret
A tall, handsome man stands here, with flaming Red Hair and bright eyes which seem to are made of solid Gold.
A holy symbol of the Lord of Fire, Kossuth, hangs around his neck and a bright insignia of the Crimson Guardians glitters in the light of the Staff of Fire the man is holding.
The man is not yet old, but his body looks toughened and his soul hardened by life itself.
His long, muscular frame moves swiftly and athletic, and the kind look on his face makes you feel comfortable.
Assisting those in need of help, Garret Hiltopple stands here, proud of being a
Crimson Guardian.
Glaurung
With the wind ruffling his hair this man stands before you a Master of his craft. A thief from birth it is said he could steal the heat from fire, the light from the sun and still have time for another wild carouse in the worst of the wine dens of Baldurs Keep. A quiet unassuming presence his only destiguishing feature is a wild mane of fiery red hair, slowly whitening as age starts to decend. A worhipper of Talos the Destroyer, he delights in Chaos, however if he befriends you he is the staunchest of allies.
Goliath
Before you stands a rather short man. Only about five feet tall at
the most. His hair is deep red and hanging down in ringlet curles
about six inches in length. His blue-grey eyes are flickering with
magical essence of his race. The paleness of his skin shows that he
spends much of his time indoors studying his magic.
Hellstrom
An unimpressive man stands here clothed in forest green with a yew bow strapped to his back and a small shortsword attached to his belt. His shiny black hair falls to his shoulders in gentle waves and his brown eyes scan the area warily. His wooden shield bears the symbol of Ehlonna, the goddess of the forrest. A long jagged scar marking his left cheek is the only mark on his otherwise darkly tanned face. Tattoo's of vines work their way up his forearms and dissapear under his green leather jerkin only to re-apear to create a circle around his neck.
Jessiah
From a blinding flash of light emerges the sagely figure of a handsome well-built man. As he draws farther from the shimmering beams, his glowing white eyes reflect onto the surrounding plane. Across his back hangs the sword engraved "REDEEMER". With its hilt iridescent over his right shoulder, a streek of dark, dusty-yellow hair lays along the beautiful sword and down the mans muscular back. His hair a heritage of his mother, that of which he and his two brothers claim; The sword, of his father, a proprietor of great power, and a reminder of a mournful past. On his chest lies the mark of the Falion family, the head of the beautiful black and grey great wolf, tattoo'd across his chest. And around his neck, a chain baring the pendant of the Key of Life(also known as ankh), one of the four sacred family medallions. His calm and sagely expression, along with an mistakable holy aura suggest that he is a blessed and powerful priest. Although his dark appearance implies an eccentric and mysterious persona.
Kairi - Protector
You see before you a girl of mystery. She seems
helpful and friendly, yet you sense some inner turmoil
deep within her psyche. She has very light blonde hair, streaked with
even lighter sun induced highlights. Her piercing green eyes
seem to delve deep into your soul. Her white cleric robes
glow mysteriously in any nearby light, adding to the enigma
that is Kairi. She flashes you a smile, and flits off
to do whatever tickles her fancy.
Kellistandra
Standing perhaps five feet and six inches, the woman before your eyes oft stands out from the crowd. Her hair is a strange white-silver in color, the length
falls to mid back and is tied with red ribbon. Her eyes are a deep
blue, much like the ocean. With skin quite pale, as if rarely she sees the sun.
Kossuth
Before you stands a tall being, his eyes flicker in amusement
under a shock of fiery orange hair. He's wearing a silken shirt that
seems to gleam with various colours between red, orange and yellow
depending on how the light catches it. His whole form shimmers as a
great heat radiates from him.
Laurania
She stands approximately 5 feet. She dazzled you with her sweet little smile.
Her beautiful Lavender eyes caught your first glimpse. Her long Blackish Blue hair blows gracefully in the wind, tickling your face as you approach her.
She salutes everyone, offering some help to those who are in need of it.
Lharka
The lady before you is composed, and somewhat reserved, Her armor is sparse and a natural deer skin. The top of the womans head is shaved short, a long spiral of White gold hair flows from a tail at the back. A long Gossimar sash of White, drapes over her left shoulder and down over her right breast, to trail along the ground. Her body is toned and agile, her complexion lightly touched by the sun, A bow is slung over the womans back, A fine sword at her waist. Scars on the womans hands, extend up her wrists, and up her arms, it only seems evident, the more you look at her.
Lynn
You are looking at a beautiful and elegant young girl. She has long silky sky blue hair hidden under her cap but left untied falling on her right shoulder. Her big round eyes are of the similiar color to her hair color. She wears a long white robe which is tight fitting, showing off her delicate waist. She beams a fine and polite smile which pleases those who see her. As she walks, you can hear a bell
rings. She is wearing a pair of cute little shoe with a bell attached on the tip of her shoes. Two moon-like stones orbiting around her, giving her absolute security from danger. As you walk closer to her, you can smell her scents of perfume getting stronger. Her perfume gives the feeling of relaxation and sensation. She greets you with a pleasant smile as she curtseys to you.
Mara
Clear, crystal blue eyes are the prominent feature upon this
young womans face. She usually has a smile upon her lips,
however sometimes she appears to drift off and it seems her
mind is anywhere else but the present. She wears her long
dark hair tied back into a simple braid that extends halfway down
her back. Wrapped around her shoulders is a comfortable looking,
but faded, cloak which still shimmers when the light hits it just right.
It is apparant although she is young, this woman has already led
a life that has seen sorrow, pain, and unjust. Her graceful body
moves slowly, yet confidently to face the world ahead.
Malfeus
Seek the Dawn for it is the first step of what is to come each day.
I pray for the new Dawn so I may have new experiences and adventures.
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Here before you is a young man that looks to be in his mid 20's.
He has a cheerful disposition and carries himself with Pride. His
Movement is both graceful and precise. Shoulder length strawberry
Blonde hair and big baby blue eyes make him not look like a fighting
Man but upon his lightly tanned face are the scars of battle and from
the armour that he wears you can see that he is a warrior priest
Manix
The diminutive figure standing before you is Manix
Sonnasei. Standing at a mere three feet in height,
this creature resembles a halfling, if not for the
fell traits about him. Framing his slender face, a
mane of bushy, coppery-brown hair. Two strikingly,
emerald green eyes adorn his face, seem to glisten
with an inner light, illuminating his face.
He stands bipedal upon a pair of claw-like toes on
each of his feet, covered lightly with bronze hued
scales. His hands are long and slender, resembling
great talons, lightly incrusted with scales. Manix
is garbed in a plain, leather tunic and a skirt of
scalemail. Running about his lean waist, a leather
belt bearing a small pouch, containing a multitude
of herbs known for their curative properties.
He branishes a strange light mace in hand, used in
defence moreso then anything else, though his true
calling resides within the tremendous magic within
his blood, wielding the power to create as well as
destroy.
Orcus
Standing in a corner alone completely cloaked in a dark raggedy hood is a young beat up mercenary. He wields two red swords that seem to flicker bits of fire, he wields two Flameblades. The young man seems to be a religious man, he proudly shows off his worship to the fire god, Kossuth. On his arms and legs are two dark red leather cuffs, but it isn't what he wears that stand out, it is his eyes a green glow. It seems that is young mercenary has been affected by a foreign substances, most-likely makou or magicite.
Psylince
In the midst of a town you are surrounded by a copious amount of sounds.
The sound is so penetratIng that you can't even think correctly.
Then a slight mist covers the whole area. Then! A CRASH of LIGHTNING!
Everybody and every sound seem to fade away.
You look around and see nothing. All there is to see is fog.
You stand there mesmerized, unable to say a single word or make a single sound.
You notice somebody next to you. He stands with great posture.
His hair is a dark black, like a black whole. It seems to absorb all light.
His body is of good build. The one thing you especially notice is his
six pak. You assume it's probably as hard as steel.
You open your mouth and try to scream, But nothing comes out.
He leans next to you and whispers "SILENCE"
All of a suddenly you are back in the town.
Retyon
A young man with medium brown hair cut short enough so his curls don't
show. His emerald green eyes sparkle brightly. He has grown to be a
good-sized man, his body, tanned and muscular under the clothes he
wears. His face is clean-shaven except for a goatee, which he keeps
neat. A small scar over his right eye adds to his boyish charms.
He wears a sleeveless shirt, showing the tanned muscles of his arms. He
carries a shield slung over his shoulder bearing the head and rattle of
a snake. A sword hangs from his belt alongside a couple belt pouches.
He wears a pair of well-worn shoes on his feet.
Rioghnach
In the lighthearted gaze of this human a sensual darkness can be found.
Bright azure eyes, rimmed in the color of the blackest midnight sky,
glitter with laughter and restlessness. Her careless, and at times
clumsy, actions are simply an illusion; a veneer created to hide her
true self.
Ronin
A man stands before you, hidden in robes the color of leaves, and
seem to be made of the same. His movements are quiet, but easy
He looks up and in his eyes burns a powerful soul, one that has
been a victim, but a predator, one that shapes his own way
It is then you notice the shapes of muscled shoulders under
his clothing, maybe he is a warrior. Then, you feel an odd
buzzing in your head as you can feel the Weave of Mystra
warp around him. Who was this man? How did he have
such quiet power? It was uncanny. It almost makes the hairs
on the back of the neck stand up in alarm, but at the
same time, you realise he will not hurt you as you
see the insignia of the Crimson Guardians on his robe, and
the mark of the Emperyean Armada on the other side of
his robe.
Ryel
A dark skinned man with a bright smile. Shimmering silver hair falls
to the bottom of his pointy ears. His crimson eyes sparkle brightly with
helpfulness and a bit of mischief. He wears black leggings and a
lightweight black shirt. He wears no armor for he feels he doesnt
need it anymore. His sword has a dragonhead as the hilt of his sword
the face of the dragon looking behind him. The eyes of the dragon
follow around those who walk behind him. His shield depicts an
attacking Bronze Dragon on its hind legs with its wings stretched out.
The Dragon is shooting its breath weapon one minute and simply standing
there the next. He is no longer an outcast, having found a home and
family with the Crimson Guardians. He walks the world helping people.
Rythryn
A small smile and a wink pass your way. Bright globes of blue peer
about intently. Small flecks of chaos warm about the whites of his eyes
Strands of white hair can be seen flowing out from underneith his hood.
His fingers seem almost like he is fidgiting, but yet are moving in patterns
A small spark flows between his fingers, and his hair turns differnt colours
for a few mere moments
Under his cloak he is dressed in a simple silk tunic with spiralling embroidery
His breeches are also simple, scattered with pockets. Pouches hang from his hips
each full with some sort of component and trinket. A sword hangs on his left
hip, swinging lazily as he walks. He turns and says "hello", or at least some
bubbles do. They form out of his mouth as he speaks, popping in the air to make
to make the syllables
Ryukan
Standing before you, you see a tall, well built man. His Hair
is as red as the fires of hell. Eyes as blue as the ocean's waters.
A large scar from the many battles he has fought runs down the side
of his face in a long, curved shape. You are still able to notice a
bright half grin, half snicker on his face. Clothing of the finest kind
cover his body from head to toe. The crest on his arm tells you he is
generally a good person.
Ryukio
A dark figure, cloaked in a shroud of secretivity, stands here looking at you. Its red eyes glows brighter and then dimmers. Under its bundle of cloth, which it carries on its back, you see the many weapons it carries, from quests, victories, and fallen foes. Its rags, torn and dirty, is stained with blood and sweat. This small machinery operates quite smoothly for something so old. It moves without a sound, and vanishes without a trace. Who was its creater? Was it created by technology lost to the humankind?
Sarlekk
Standing just over 6 foot, this dark man is made darker still by a constant
shroud of shadows that seem to cover him constantly.
His tall, lith form is covered in a flowing cloak of the finest black silk
with a deep, midnight purple trim along the edges. A flowing cloak
of Midnight purple silk trimed with greyish black and fastened with small disks of mithryl etched one with the Crimson guardians insignia and the other with
the godess Selunes yellow rose. The sight of an ornate, ancient silver breatsplate can be seen as the breeze catches his cloak.
From under the hood of his cloak, a set of pure white eyes can be seen taking in the suroundings.
As he speaks you catch a glimps of sharpened fangs that betray his vampiric nature.
He is a Guardian, and a Knight of the rose, that can be seen from the disks on his chest
Though he is drow, you get an odd fealing that you can trust him, and as sudenly as he was there
he is gone. and in you're head you hear him whisper
Taryn
A matronly woman of about 5'7" leans against her trusty staff smiling
up at the skies. Her lavender eyes still sparkle with a youthful
curiousity that defies her years. Her long knotted raven hair is piled
high tangled with bits of twigs and orchid petals. Her soft brown skin
only slightly wrinkles about her mouth and eyes. An ever present aura
surrounds her, giving her an ethereal glow.
Throm
The young man before you turns to look back at you, his piercing blue eyes
seeming to stare directly through your eyes and into your mind.
Dark black hair falls across the sides of Throm's face falling shoulder
length in back.
Though square jawed, his face seems rather unnaturally angular and feral showing
signs of perhaps a transformation not carried in his bloodline.
Noticing you watching him Throm smiles slightly, revealing elongated canine
teeth, also not befitting of him.
A symbol of Mystra hangs from his neck falling idly upon his chest.
Cut into a low "V", a jet black shirt billows loosely around Throm's upper body.
The shirt tucks into equally black leather pants ending in calf high soft suede boots.
The blade which his hand rests idly upon the pommel, lies bare in it's holder at his side
the blade glinting in the lamp-light.
Reading the ancient words scrawled across the blade's surface one side reads:
"Forged For He Who Represents The Ancients"
Vicbit
Standing before you, dressed in the everyday garb of the realms, is one extremely hairy dwarf.
The amount of hair protruding from his? body underlines the fear most dwarves have of razors, or any sharp scraping objects for that matter.
When you finally do get close enough to examine this ball of fur, you manage to make out two inquisitive but weary eyes, probably the result of many late nights on the turp's *cough* um healing the many races of the realms.
The hair parts around his mouth into a grin, or at least you assume it is a grin, however, intstantly you know you could rely upon this dwarf for whatever ails you.., for although you may not know it, this dwarf has been "around"...
longer than he can care to remember and longer than you can remember to care.
Zia
Here stands before you is a long goldin haired lady with sky blue eyes,
and of average height. On here head is a white silk made hood attached
to a long white silk cloak that drags across the ground. On her
face is a glowing mask of pure energy and around here neck is
the Amulet of Destiny. She has on her body a long White silk dress that
is bargly touches the ground and under her dress she has on white
leather breeches. Around her waist is a small white leather belt with
Flickering Diamonds. Hanging from the belt is a glowing energy flute. Around her
ankles are small silver anklets with a tiny diamond bell on them.
On her feet she has on small leather boots and surrounded her is a
glowing energy field.
Zivan
A dark blue hood is draped loosely over the head of this tall and
slender figure. The white sparkle of a star sapphire shines
from a thin circlet around his head. His face is handsome with
prominent cheeck bones and a stern jaw. Two brown eyes the color
of richly-tilled soil peer forth with an earnest curiosity and
yearning for knowledge. A soft blue glow permeates the air
surrounding this skilled enchanter as the magical energies at his
command swirl and weave in his proximity. Several tubes filled
with magical scrolls dangle from his belt alongside some bags
stuffed with various goods.