ShadowGleam Is a elven mysterious woman, garbed in deep robes of black. Though the picture here shows her without the dark covering. She is a mage of small abilities, and even more so ShadowGleam is of the shady sorts. Creeping down dark halls as the fighters were busy elsewhere. Her normal round of attack, was to throw off a magic missile or some other small impressive spell. Then slip in behind the attacking forces, while they were busy with the hacking and slashing fighters. Coming at her foes un-noticed and dropping a few before vanishing back into the darkness, only to once more be seen cowering behind Thor'an and Markus. The two fighters had never seen her face, only flashes of pale hands every now and then during the casting of a spell or such. Markus and Thor'an where far from stupid, and Knew ShadowGleam was behind alot of the strange things happening around them. The problem came when you'd try to catch her in the act. |
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Markus Was a plain old human fighter, out for the thrill of adventure. He was green to the realities of war-fare. He was newly released from his trainer's guidance when he joined this group. The only thing he didn't lack was a strong sword arm and the enthusiasm of youth. Markus is depicted here to the side, (sorry it's only black and white) He is clad in the armor of a great civilization that has fallen to ruins. The platemail he wear's is believed to be of some noble order of knighthood. At least that is what the three of them have pieced together. For Markus's helm and shield bore additional marking that's Thor'an's is lacking. These symbols where often placed in the temples and some of the more noble looking rooms. What the meaning behind them truly are, is still a mystery, But like all good fighters, once your old suit of armor falls apart, you grab what you can, to replace it. By Luck Markus grabbed this suit, which happens to be magical also. Unfortunately ShadowGleam is unable to Identify items, and it's magical properties remain unknown. |
Thor'an He was a half elven mercenary down on his luck, out of work and running dry on money. When he met up with ShadowGleam, and Markus, he went ahead and joined them on some crazy journey into the depths of an old mine, that was rumored to be haunted. It ended up being more than just haunted. The lower levels were filled with a strange form of Orc's, at least that's what they ended up calling the humanoids.(noted in the picture of Thor'an fighting below) When they passed out of the mine's into the lost city, things got stranger from there on out. Crazy Lizard men, that cast spells. Hollowed suits of armor that crumpled to dust after you destroyed them. But in Thor'an's mind it was more than worth it, if he could survive to get back out. The wealth of that underground city was staggering. Perhaps not in coins or gems, but the armor was only a small portion, Thor'an's axe was found down there, and it would lop off enemy’s limb's like passing through butter. The bolt's of his deadly crossbow, could freeze it's target, shattering them into a thousand bloody shards. These where the riches Thor'an enjoyed, anything that gave him a better chance of survival in those dark infested halls. |
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