A harvest queen, a druid of war, a monarch of leaves.
A burned and withered female elven ranger, with a hatred of giants, a love for animals, and a desire to seek out and thank the man who saved her life and disappeared just as quickly.
Has your kid been acting strangely? Returning home late at night, bearing bruises and clothes torn? Something else than puberty may be the reason.
Some elves lose patience teaching the ‘young’ races, and set out to employ harsher methods. A few doubt the very intent of mother nature, and set out to bring their own vision to life.
An environmentally-minded dwarf who opposes the mining of the Kalorsan, the exploitation of goblins in mines and the poisonous, choking fumes from the furnaces of Tr’S-Nang. He is an active member of “Green War”, the dwarfish environmentalist sect, who (though they have renounced their innate dwarfish industrialism) have yet to reach the stage of pacifistic demonstration.
When the campfires grow dim, stories are told. Stories of lost cities, great heroes and legends of old. One of these is the story of Knurlheim. Once the proud capital of the Dwarfs, now a ruin- abandoned long ago. Filled with vast riches and treasure. It’s secrets forgotten with the decline of the Dwarfs, long ago. No one knows is certain if it ever exsisted at all.