April Has Arrived

[crumbling_tower]

As promised, Let our adventure begin with the festival of fools

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[zaneak]

Zaneak is a tall, black-haired man who is thin almost to the point of skeletal. Despite that, he doesn't give an impression of frailty; rather, there is an aura of intensity about him and a look of steadfast determination in his steel-grey eyes that suggests just the opposite

[zaneak]

Just before the storm hits, I will pit my will against its source in an attempt to Dispel it.

[alythana]

I am tall and thin with dark brown hair, blue eyes, and skin that is a rich woody brown. I travel with my wolf, Therkhan, who is grey and normally shaggy--however I have kept his hair trimmed to help him adapt to the heat of the desert. I came to Deeping Fast on my seemingly never-ending quest for the powerful magic that will cure the evil blight that is destroying my home forest. The source that told me to come here was clearly mistaken, as so many of them are, as the people of the town were not familiar with anyone who might possess the plant magic powerful enough to help me. I was planing on heading back to the capital to plan my next step, when I learned of the problems of this outpost. Why anyone would choose to make their home here, with wind and sun and heat and lack of shade or green growing things, is rather difficult for me to understand, but it is their home, and like mine, an evil blight has fallen upon it. I throw my lot in with the group guarding the caravan, for even if I cannot save my own home, perhaps I can

[zaneak]

(It seems a shame that "the most prominent and well-reknowned member of the party" is so slow to react when the caravan is threatened. Apparently it's up to the vagabonds...)

[verealing]

Verealing is a 3-foot tall Halfling who spends most of the time either riding or walking beside his ugly old warpony, shunning the camels provided by the queen. He wears ragged explorer’s clothes and a hat that molds comfortably over his long brown ponytail. Olive skin lays over blunt facial features and surrounds dark brown eyes. A dusty obsidian disk floats in the air around his head; he has never called attention to it but rather seems to ignore its orbit. Every night he takes out his composite bow and cleans it as best he can, tsking at the sand that gets everywhere. During the day he pesters his nearest riding companion for stories of adventures, perpetually unaware of any annoyance as he draws in. He is a chatty fellow, and tells of the myriad doubtworthy adventures he’s had since leaving his surrogate gnomish parents six years ago

[verealing]

By the way, he sleeps with his hat on and has a little earing in his left lobe.