Notable NPCs Achievements The party Brick Orcrender dwarf weaponmaster Height: 4'3, Weight: 200 lbs Eyes: green, Hair: blonde             A strong, stout specimen of a Dwarf, Brick has hair and beard of light straw. The latter he arranges in three well-tended, wide plaits. The center and longest of which occasionally gets tucked into his belt when he's not in combat. His green eyes sparkle good-naturedly, especially when he laughs and/or is well-lubricated by quality brew. He has an ever-present tankard emblazoned with the symbol of Dumathoin; the gem under the mountain. When not in-hand and being used, the tankard is clipped to a special ring on his belt. His twin axes are stored on his back, handles up for ease of access.             Brick is largely a good-natured Dwarf, gravitating to his own kind when they are present. Especially if ale is involved. If other Dwarves are present, he will gravitate towards them and socially drink. He especially enjoys sampling new ales; the stronger the better.             Once combat begins, Brick turns serious. He usually wields two axes at the same time, but will switch to a single axe if the encounter demands it. He likes the intimidating aspect of the twin blades, and often rushes headlong into battle, leading with a battlecry. Languages: Common (Shaaran) Dwarven (Dethek) Special items: Nominis Expers fetchling umbral weaver Height: 5'8, Weight: 140 lbs Eyes: blue, Hair: dyed black             Darker skinned then most of his tribe, his skin is much grayer then it should be due to his prolonged stay on the shadow plane. His face is disfigured from close brush with death on the Shadow plane and one of his eyes remains milky white. He wears the patch over it, but depe scratches can be seen continuing up and down from the eye. He shaves his head, but when it grows, his hair is pale white. His beard too, but he dyes it black.             He wears armor pathced together from leather and scales of some kind of large lizard or snake, with black scales with greenish flashes in the sun. He also carries a whip of the same dark skin and a shield that appears to be a skull of some horned creature.             On the chest, back of his head and over the arm there are runes etched deep into the skin white scars showing on his black skin. On the upper arm there is a head of the golden lion tattoo, auspicious tattoo he got when he was brought into the tribe.             Careful and withdrawn due to Shadow Planes constant danger. But opening up slowly. Silently dangerous, has no compulsion about taking things from others to survive or running to save his life and return later for revenge.             Due to his upbringing, he values community and WILL try to compensate for the taking when he can. Dark side of him, more pronounced now, fights constant battle with his upbringing in the Lion tribe. Still, the conflict strengthened his good side too, he had to hang to something to survive. Languages: Common (Shaaran) Elven (Espruar) Fetchling Special items: Tharivol "Blackfingers" Galanodel wild elf bowbound eldritch archer magus Height: 6'6, Weight: 199 lbs Eyes: pale blue, Hair: white blond             Taller than most humans or elves, with a lithe, willowy build. His hair- so pale it’s almost white- falls like a veil to the middle of his back and chest, and with his pale blue eyes make him look cool and remote from afar.             In stark contrast to his pale skin and wintry hair, the tips of his fingers are stained black and his fingernails are a glossy, iridescent black like smooth black pearls at the ends of his long fingers. The veins on the backs of his hands and under his wrist stand out starkly under his skin, the blue blood darker and more noticeable than normal.             He is never found without his bow, a curved length of black wood as black and twisted as mangrove roots. When he sits he tends to put it in his lap, stroking it like a pet. When he is standing idle he usually cradles it across his chest. When he sleeps he tucks the bow into his bedroll or if he’s in a bed in between himself and the wall. He can often be overheard quietly murmuring to it in elven (never common), though he denies it when it’s brought up.             With half a dozen centuries of life ahead of him, Tharivol is a very patient, thoughtful person. He appreciates that things that seem insurmountable and critical now might look different in as little as ten or twenty years. At the same time, he realizes that things change and if he doesn’t stop to appreciate it now, it might be gone or very different the next time he encounters it. This gives him an outlook that is both focused on the here and now and looks to the very long view. This can make it seem like he doesn’t care about the challenges facing shorter-lived races, but in fact he is just acknowledging that today’s problem can be tomorrow’s opportunity or even nothing at all next year. Languages: Common (Shaaran) Elven (Espruar) Draconic Special items: Valtyrina aasimar cleric of Eilistraee Height: 5'11, Weight: 145 lbs Eyes: Very pale silver/blue, show iridescent purple when working magic, Hair: Purple, falling to just below mid-thigh in length             Tall for a female - human or half-elven – standing an inch shy of six feet, and with the slim, firm (and firmly feminine) build of a professional dancer, Valtyrina’s most striking feature is probably her hair. Purple, shot with strands of glittery iridescence, if left to hang free, it would reach to mid-thigh on her. She keeps it ”artfully touseled,” in a complex pattern of enough weaves, braids, pins and other accessories that it typically only reaches the middle of her back, although that can change, depending on her mood for the day. Her irises are palest silver, with the shifting hint of the violet or blue of a moonstone, and expressive of her mood or emotions.             If she were human, one might think she was just barely out of her teens, but along with her hair, eyes, and ears, thin, feathery, translucent purple, scale-like protrusions at her hairline make clear that she is definitely more than human.. If an elf, she might be anywhere from a score to six-score in years. But lest there be any doubt, the freckles that start at her temples, sweep proninently across her cheekbones and nose, and also dust her shoulders, serve to make it clear that there is more than just fey blood in her veins as well.             Valtyrina’s skin is tanned from the Southern sun, exposed as it so often is by her garments, which are always of thin fabrics, cut to flow and breathe, even when they aren’t gauzy and transparent (which they are, more often than not). There is also, however, a slightly blueish-grey undertone to her skin, as if the elven side of her parentage hinted at Moon blood... or perhaps a darker heritage altogether.             Her smile, nearly ever-present, is full of kindness and even love for all she meets. The only sign that she may not be completely accepting of everyone, regardless of their attitude towards her, is the sword at her hip. With an over-long hilt, sweeping lines, and no crossguard to speak of, it is clearly a blade of Elven make. If it is – as it seems to be – a duplicate of the hand-sized sword pendant that hangs from a mithril chain at her neck, then the full-sized blade will be of the finest craftsmanship, clad in silver, and bedecked with graceful, flowing runes. Both pendant and weapon seem almost more decorative than deadly, but something about the fluid grace with which Valtyrina moves hints that such an assumption would be a foolish one. The sword, however, is the only sign of weapon or armor she’s carrying. Languages: Common (Shaaran) Celestial Dambrathan Elven (Espruar) Special items: Achievements Destroyed the Gulthias Tree (in absentia) Notable NPCs Belak the Outcast An evil druid who tended the Gulthias Tree in the Sunless Citadel, until the party threw a stick in the spokes of his plans. He and his giant frog managed to escape without a trace. Calcryx The dragon for which the Tooth of Calcryx kobold tribe in the Sunless Citadel is named, Calcryx is a cat-sized dragon with scales of red, bronze, and green. Draugrim convinced Calcryx to return to the Tooth of Calcryx kobold tribe in the Sunless Citadel. Dalian Linceia “Well met,” the young human offered with an honest smile and insightful, warm eyes open to the moment. He was stepping towards the cusp of full adulthood, and the occasional glances he cast about the world about him were of equally honest interest and wonder. His mind saw connections, intuited patterns, felt the hints of the flow of life and energy instilled in each moment. As a young man contemplating his meaning might sit upon the grassy bank of a woodland stream and drift fingers in the clear water to remark at the feel of the parting water and marvel at the plays of light upon its altered surface, so was he in the arcane energies he had always knew were there, but had only begun to frame within discipline. He’d sat upon that bank many times, and pretended to be nothing more than the boy who’d done so, dressed still in simple, light traveling clothes appropriate to the hot, humid climate of the Shaar, a backpack with most of his worldly possessions, and a stout oaken staff marking third footsteps along his walks. His brown eyes, brown hair, and tanned face lacked the scars of conflict and hard labor, but his nod to the practical realities of the lands included a pair of routine daggers at his belt and the metal arms of a light crossbow spread like wings out from the upper flap of his pack’s primary interior. Dalian begged off following the party deeper into the Sunless Citadel, instead following Orklar back to the surface. Draugrim Wildmane Despite his muscular frame and taller build, Draugrim’s slightly-pointed ears and the mossy sheen to his green eyes betray him immediately as a Half-Elf rather than a lean human. His skin is clearly darkened by long periods spent under the sun, with roughened hands further demonstrating that his was never a life of luxury. Rich brown hair maintains touches of red in it from his mother’s side, and Draugrim further honors his human side with a light beard that he maintains. To accompany that, his brow is inked with the tribal tattoos of the Tiri Kitor, the local Wild Elves of the Vale, marking him as one of their own. His face bears multiple light scars across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose – remnants of the constant combat he had been engaged in since his teenage years. In dress, Draugrim favors earthen tones of brown, cream, and green, combining a civilized leather coat that is ornamented with horn, bone, and feathers in the Sy-Tel'Quessir way. Chief Durnn The hobgoblin Chief of the Durbuluk tribe in the Sunless Citadel. A deep cut in his scalp has been "mended" with metal to pin it together. His hate-filled eyes watch you with far greater discernment than a common goblin would. Durnn was killed by Brick, the goblins he ruled slaughtered by the kobolds. The party granted his territory to the Tooth of Calcryx kobolds. Erky Timbers An emaciated, middle-aged gnome kept prisoner by the goblins of the Sunless Citadel. The party freed him together with Draugrim, and he tagged along with them as they delved deeper into the Citadel. When the party reached town, he took his leave of them, with many thanks for his rescue, and a promise of his hospitality should they ever need it. Grenl The Durbuluk tribe's shaman, Grenl inspires fear in all she meets. With one side of her face hanging slack, the other with a bulbous and pale blue eye, her hideous visage isn't what brings chills so much as her presence. She spent some time tormenting Draugrim and Erky. She cursed Orklar and Vol as they killed her. Kellin Shadowbanks The cheerful halfling proprietor of the Old Bridge Inn in Drellin's Ferry. Matron Kerowyn Hucrele An intelligent aging woman, Matron Hucrele is stern, with a reputation as a hard bargainer. She runs a mercantile business out of Drellin's Ferry, and is the head of the important Hucrele merchant family. Two of her children, Talgen and Sharwyn, are members of the missing Shining Swords adventuring band. Matron Hucrele hired the party to return them safely to her - or at least bring evidence of their passing by returning their signet rings. She disapproves of her sister's child, Draugrim Wildmane. Meepak, Ex-Keeper of Dragons A green-clad and blue-scaled kobold who told the party of the woes of his tribe, and promised them safe passage through the Sunless Citadel should they rescue his tribe's dragon. Knowing the party was responsible for his life being spared by Calcryx, Meepak spoke for them to Yusdrayl. Morlin Coalhewer The dwarf master armor- and weaponsmith in Drellin's Ferry. Nala Nala stands 3’3” with hair as red as a rose in full bloom, which she keeps in a long braid down to her waist. Her emerald green eyes are wide and large and slightly slanted, too big for her face, like most gnomes. She has a cute button nose and small mouth with a ready smile. Her chain shirt is simple but well-kept and decorated with various trinkets and charms to bring her luck and protection, the typical accoutrements of a nomadic warrior. Her small great axe is made of well-forged steel and decorated with a tassel of the tuft of hair from a lion’s tail. A leather sling and pouch of bullets hangs at her side. Nala aided the party in dealing with the threat of the Sunless Citadel, and returning proof of death of her children to Matron Hucrele, but she returned to the Shaar after that. Orklar the Forgotten             Orklar is a robust half-Orc specimen covered in hide and iron. Most notably he walks with a pronounced limp and a quarterstaff built to support his weight under one armpit. The damaged left arm and leg are amplified by the charcoal colored scar tissue covering that exposed skin and in direct contrast to his lighter gray mottling elsewhere. Scar tissue wrinkles the left side of his balding head as well with only a puckered hole remaining where an ear should have been. His left eye is covered by a black patch, and he has a propensity of teeth emerging from the right side of his mouth. The one visible eye is a pale green and roves quickly with searching abandon.             A hefty hunk of mace bounces along at Orklar's side, but the majority of his kit is attached to a donkey that trundles along behind him, of which, only a worn wooden shield can be openly identified, depicting what once may have been a flared claw but is now largely just a blackened thumb and middle finger. Unimpressed with party politics, Orklar returned to the surface after the party killed Chief Durnn and granted the kobolds the goblins' territory in the Sunless Citadel. Captain Soranna Anitah The capable and respected captain of the town guards in Drellin's Ferry. Yusdrayl, She Who Sits The Dragon Throne The white-scaled, red-robed leader of the Sunless Citadel clan of kobolds, the Tooth of Calcryx. She granted the party safe passage in return for their deeds and their respect - but not all the party granted her respect, and so she curtailed the safe passage for those who did not show her the proper respect to only their current delve. The Shining Swords An adventuring party that had gone missing, whom the party was tasked to find and return home, or at least return proof of their demise, by the mother of two of them, Matron Hucrele. Her children Sharwyn and Talgen were the cousins of Draugrim, her sister's black sheep child. Both died in their exploration of the Sunless Citadel. The other two members of the party were Karakas, a ranger the party found the corpse of, and Saer Braford, a paladin who died together with Sharwyn after the party destroyed the Gulthias Tree.