Kaesonell Ligna Premarborell

The tree spoke slowly, but the Wood Elf listened patiently. After allaying its fears over his axe, the tree warned of the holdouts of the Blight in the Green Woods: plants and creatures that were able to maintain a foothold in the cleansing aftermath of Prince Karl’s assumption of the Crown of Leaves. It tended to explain the scars and black veins that remained on the prince’s left arm. But using their strange forms of communication, the plants of the Green Woods had mapped the locations of these holdouts. Now Kaesonell and his friends could get to work.

Auremar

With golden hair, golden eyes, and cloth of gold, the Ageless Songmaster stands on the sea cliff. As always being at elemental boundaries made his marks tingle: the puff of wind at his collar, the waves encircling his calf, and the earth cross at his breast. The burden of being a Warder of E’Arles, the first of many, still weighed on him, as did the imprisonment of his wife at the hands of the Malsedrans. However, he knew that with his magic, his sword, and bow, as well as the other Warders, there was always hope for her safe return.