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.
He is the chief ranger of HalÃ©fas, otherwise known as the white wood. With his ranger patrole of seasoned fighters:Vaxtar, Wellfur and Dawmith, they defend their home from the evils that lurk all around.
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.
In a small inn (the more remote the better), a man turns up dead. There are no wounds on his body what-so-ever, and he aboslutely reeks of garlic.
The man died of a curse that forced him to eat a clove of garlic a day or suffer the penalty. This gets really interesting if the body somehow appears on top of a someone the villagers are suspcious of.