Party Members
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Ashilda
Female Dwarf Arcane wizard, Arcanist Regiment
Ashilda is stocky, well-built dwarven at an even 4'. She has a fine enough figure (for a dwarf), though it's difficuilt to tell when she wears her more baggy clothing. Ashilda face is heavily-tanned and rough, weathered by years of desert travel. Ashilda's clothing generally tends towards the practical: flowing, light-tan robes with little embroidery or embellishment. She keeps a small brown, three-pocketed satchel on her at all times, and little else.
Ashilda's personality tends towards the brusque, with a hint of arrogance.
Deo
Male Gnome artificer, Experts Unit
Deo is a male gnome of about average height for his race. He wears artificer's clothing and has a belt positively brimming with tools of all types. He also has a helm and a pair of goggles (the goggles glow with transmutation magic). He has brown hair, brown eyes, and stained hands.
Jamisson
Male Human (Bel Amari) archivist, Experts Unit
Grown wan from her shadow n'er was pluck'd
from her claws to sink, from th' teat he suck'd.
--Oord Tanal, The Speaker
Khaldun
Male Human (Great Waste) cleric of Anubis, Divine Regiment
Khaldun is not a tall man, around 5'8", but hard - not cut like a bodybuilder, but like an old piece of weathered stone. They age early in the Waste. He wears armor beneath his white robes, and he wears a silver collar of the God around his neck. His hair is shaven, like all those who choose to follow the God, and his scalp is tattooed. Tattooos trail down his neck and onto his shoulders. His face is clear and lean, set with large black eyes, like a statue's.
His personality is a contradiction. He's still young, and enjoys the jokes and ribaldry of the young, but when he discusses the God, his manner changes. He may still joke, but the jokes are always dark and earnest.
Scion
Male Human (Great Waste) Warblade, Main Adventuring Regiment
He is a tall man with deeply tanned skin - although the only skin you can see is a few inches surrounding his eyes. A dark blue turban sits on his head, a black scarf is wound about his lower face and yards of loose, baggy cloth are draped about his frame. He is ever accompanied by a beautiful, large steed by the name of Freyfaxi.
Two strange blades hang at Scion's side - long, curved swords of a type virtually unknown in Bel Amar. The first, in the lower, subordinate position, has obviously seen many years of use. The second, however, hanging from his belt in a place of honor, has been immaculately cared for, and exudes a sense of extreme age. The sheath is of dark red leather embroidered with gold thread, the handle is pure obsidian set with large, perfect diamonds of jade.
Trudee
Female Halfling Ranger, Main Adventuring Regiment
In two words: short and grimy. Trudee, at a less-than-towering 3'2", might be mistaken by the inattentive as a muddy child playing poorly at being a bush. With rough, short-cut black hair, dark brown eyes, and an unremarkably boyish figure, Trudee generally fails to stand out, at least in the wilderness. In more civilized settings, though, the worn silver rings of her armor barely seen beneath a mud-spattered, weather-beaten woolen cape suggest a comfort as much with the woods as with the cities. A bow of dull white, prepared from the bones of some large creature, often rests over her shoulder, ready to see use. Every once in a while, she might be seen talking with a large, amused-looking badger.
In personality, Trudee is a cheery old soul for her relatively young years, full of folksy wit and humor, honest enough, and generally not too put off by much of anything.
Valarra
Female High Elven (Alairene) Bard, Experts Unit
Statuesque. There's no other word to describe Valarra of Ashencroft. Incrediby beautiful, with a buxom figure almost never seen amongst the elven women of life and legendry, Valarra is quite tall for a woman, dancing through life at a height of six full feet. Long golden hair falls in a shimmering cascade down to her waist, although as often as not it is caught up in a practical braided coronet about her head. Never a hair out of place and always a stray streak of colour about the golden round, Valarra is always immaculately composed. Even her travelling gear is spotless, and made of fine fabrics cut with an eye that insists upon melding form and function. A black leather belt is looped loosely about her waist and matches the pair of elegant black gloves and black leather boots she always wears. Rolls of parchment, covered with architectural drawings, often stick out from said belt. So yes, statuesque. An odd statue, to be sure, but statuesque.
