We begin our story at one of the Izzet workshops, nestled in the blistercoils of Precinct Five. A congregation of engineers, students, and maintenance personnel can be observed in the process of dismantling equipment and packing it in boxes stamped with the Izzet League logo. The workshop once housed a magnificent apparatus, designed to contain the energy of an elemental force, but now it resembles an empty shell.
A Half-Elf donning a high-ranking uniform sits despondently atop a box in the center of the workshop. "We were so close! I was sure this was going to be a groundbreaking discovery," he laments. You, Tez, stand beside him: Ulzcerell, your elder brother.
"Tez, I thought you needed rest and wouldn't show up today," Ulz remarks, as he gathers his papers and notes before placing them into his satchel.
Outside the workshop, a small Boros patrol watches over the loading of equipment onto an Izzet vehicle. The task at hand is mundane, yet members of the guild remain vigilant, determined to ensure that anything of value reaches the warehouse safely. Among them, you see Toka and Trovik, along with two other legionnaires. It is an unspoken truth that both of you have been relegated to these petty tasks. A few weeks ago, you were repelling the Grull from neighboring districts, and today you are merely observing a group of interns packing boxes.
"Hey, big shot," one of the patrollers addresses Trovik, "I heard you once fought a bloodthirsty horde. How does this compare to that?"
Meanwhile, in Orzhova a ministrant shares the names of recent debtors, and a plethora of enforcers line the room with long parchments filled with names and numbers. Thes and Ioseph are present, and Thes, though not an enforcer herself, notices a name on Ioseph's list that catches her ethereal attention: "Toka," a low-level Boros guardian who had done something for her in the past. Was she alive then, or already a ghost? She cannot recall.
"Ioseph, your list only shows members of the Boros legion. You are expected to retrieve at least 10% of the debt amount by the end of the week. Failure to do so will result in a 5% increase in your own debt," the ministrant declares
(I'll detail later the amount of everyone's debts but for the moment we can assume that it is a very big amount)
The black haired female minotaur, dressed in her Boros garb stood vigilant as the workers loaded boxes, her soft brown eyes watching every box. She had to stifle a yawn inside though as the watch was long and...tedious. As one of the others gives a verbal jab to Trovik she gripped her mace slightly but didn't do more than flare her nostrils slightly. "I wish they would just focus on doing their best job instead of trying trample over everyone else," she mused in her head.
Thes Millia stands at 5''6 a and has light purple hair, pale skin, and grey eyes. She was 27 when she past away. She wears white practical robes and wears leather shoes. She carries a large pack on her back. Underneath her outer robes is chainmail and at her waist is a mace. She has an amulet around her neck with the symbol of the church of Orzhova. She also wears a belt made of gold coins and her shield is hooked onto her pack for easy reach.
Thes furrows her brow when she sees a familiar name on the list. The memory is hazy, but she remembers Toka helping her in the past Then she looks around half expecting some sniveling nose Borrower who would use such information to their advantage. Best keep that tidbit to myself. She looks to Ioseph. "Well we are together again today. Another day for collecting debts." she lets out a sigh "Well lets get going. I hope no one plans too be to unruly today"
Her robes flutter gently due to some ethereal breeze not felt by the living. She becomes almost translucent for a moment, revealing her ghostly being as she steps out onto the streets of the Tenth District.
Ioseph feels the muscles in his back tense at the mention of an increase to his debt, and the blood drains a little from his already pale face. Five percent by the week? One of the Ethereals must have misplaced a tithe somewhere along the line. Honestly, it's enough to make one miss picking up rent from a Kraul sewer! Let's see... the end of the week - that gives me...
The unexpected appearance of an old friend is a comfort, though a passing one. The prospect of wrangling a debt payment from the, shall we say, "spirited" commanders of the Boros Legion is a grim prospect., at the best of times First, then, the paperwork; then the footwork.
"Hail, cleric. I appreciate your company. And I as well - can't say I relish the thought of violence on so fine a morning. You are well, today, I trust?"
Ioseph wears the somewhat formal garb of an Orzhov enforcer - black and grey tunic, flexible, but not exactly concealing, a trait only emphasized by the coin-necklace of office. Ioseph's is pitiably small, next to the cleric's more fashionable belt and gear. Wrapping himself a little tighter and clutching an iron-shod staff close, he walks alongside Thes, shivering against a blustery wind smelling vaguely of gardens and ozone.
As they walk, he glances again at his sheet, looking over the list names - several of them (blessedly) low ranking legionnaires and not their more imperious higher-ups. Perhaps he might be able to entreat the debtors directly, rather than to rely on Azorius bureaucracy for once. It's not like those chicken-worshippers were going to actually add anything to the information now in his hand - perhaps a seal of approval if he was lucky. But can I afford the delay?
Ioseph nods his head slowly. "I suppose so - you heard the pronouncements of collection a few moments ago, I take it? And you saw that my list is mostly full of Boros debtors? Well, for all their zeal, the most recent collection reports indicate that their passion for combat does not carry over to their finances. In short... respectfully... I am given a dangerous task to dangerous folk, who are unlikely to be able to repay their debts, let alone willing. Again, I say this with utmost deference, Thes."
"I know the Boros Legion is full of militants, but this is our job and we cannot shirk it. Lets find the first Boros on the list and see what happens"says Thes as she gives Ioseph a comforting smile.
Trovik tries to ignore the patroller's teasing and focuses on the task at hand. Though it was a small task, Trovik knew that it was an important one, and he was proud to serve the Boros Legion in any capacity. He knew that the Boros Legion's duty was not limited to battling enemy hordes or defending the city against invasion. Every task assigned to them, no matter how small or mundane, was important in ensuring the safety and security of the people of Ravnica. Though he couldn't help but think back to his time at the Horizon Military Academy. He remembered the grueling training exercises and long hours of study, and the discipline and teamwork that had been instilled in him. He knew that even the smallest task required a similar level of focus and dedication.
Although trying to ignore the soldier he found himself speaking up "Every task assigned to us by the Boros Legion is equally important. Whether it's repelling a horde or protecting the equipment, it is our duty to ensure the safety and security of the people of Ravnica. It's not about comparing one task to another. It's about doing what needs to be done, no matter how big or small, and doing it to the best of our abilities. We're here to serve the Boros Legion and the people of Ravnica, and we will do so honorably, no matter what task is assigned to us."
With the words slipping from his mouth he just goes back to patrolling. His imposing presence doing what it is suppose to and providing intimidation to those who may seek to rob them. As a Minotaur, he stands taller than most humans at 7 foot, with a muscular build that suggests great strength and power. His short, dark hair is often tied back in a practical bun, and his skin has a deep, weathered tone that speaks to his years of fighting and training. His piercing green eyes glinting with a mix of determination and caution, giving him an intense and focused gaze. His strong jawline and rugged features suggest a hard-won resilience and strength, while the scars that mark his face and body hint at the many battles he has fought.
"Okay the first 3 are in the Tenth District, but we don't know which Precinct they are in. I doubt they are here in Precinct 1. Let me try asking a contact" says Thes. She then grabs her amulet and focuses on her great aunt Helora who became an ancestral spirit. "Auntie Helora can you help us find the location of Trovik, Toka, Brogmir from the Boros Legion. They should be somewhere here in the Tenth District"
Slowly a specter materializes before your eyes. You behold a woman of distinguished poise, garbed in vestments befitting a priestess. Her voice, soft and mellifluous, resounds with a regal authority.
"Thes, my dear, I am confounded by this sight of you so wan and pallid." her tone denoted sadness but also a hint of mockery. "So you need help finding some Boros Legionnaires...hmm, how trite. Surely, you can devise a more stimulating challenge next time" She pauses, lost in thought, before continuing. "Nevertheless, I know just the individual who can aid you in this endeavor. Wait for him at the main plaza, and you shall have what you seek."
Thes gives her Auntie Helora a smile. "You look as regal as ever Auntie Helora. Yes I am still dead. Don't worry I am sure there will be challenges ahead that are more suited to your skills. Thank you for assisting me today." She waves goodbye and heads towards the plaza. Mental note have tea with Auntie later.
We begin our story at one of the Izzet workshops, nestled in the blistercoils of Precinct Five. A congregation of engineers, students, and maintenance personnel can be observed in the process of dismantling equipment and packing it in boxes stamped with the Izzet League logo. The workshop once housed a magnificent apparatus, designed to contain the energy of an elemental force, but now it resembles an empty shell.
A Half-Elf donning a high-ranking uniform sits despondently atop a box in the center of the workshop. "We were so close! I was sure this was going to be a groundbreaking discovery," he laments. You, Tez, stand beside him: Ulzcerell, your elder brother.
"Tez, I thought you needed rest and wouldn't show up today," Ulz remarks, as he gathers his papers and notes before placing them into his satchel.
The half-elf next to the project leader looks like a slightly smaller copy of the latter. A nearly perfect copy if you disregard the dishevelled hair compared to the perfect haircut; or the dust smeared face with google cut-outs in contrast to the well-cared, smooth skin; or the heavily used, oil-stained peon apron juxtaposed to the starched and ironed uniform that leaves no doubt about its wearers authority. Right, perhaps not such a perfect copy after all, but anyone can see a semblance between the brothers.
Tez lets his arms fall down desperately, “I just don’t find rest, Ulz,” he says and tries to peek into the papers Ulz collects. “The theory is sound, it should have worked. I've studied your thesis a million times, you know it's true. Can’t we go over the logs again?” He pleads. "There must have been a mistake, I’m sure of it. We should try again. But this time without that fool who couldn’t keep the entity down."
Tez lets his arms fall down desperately, “I just don’t find rest, Ulz,” he says and tries to peek into the papers Ulz collects. “The theory is sound, it should have worked. I've studied your thesis a million times, you know it's true. Can’t we go over the logs again?” He pleads. "There must have been a mistake, I’m sure of it. We should try again. But this time without that fool who couldn’t keep the entity down."
"It's out of my hands now, our readings wouldn't detect the entity anymore, so there was no point keeping the laboratory up. By now most of the equipment has been packed and ready to be moved to a warehouse" Ulz walked to Tez and placed his right hand on his shoulder "You did good, don't let anyone tell you otherwise, this type of things happens I'm just glad no one was harmed...I need to go, I'll be meeting some investors soon"
Outside - Toka and Trovik please make a perception check -
Tez relaxes somewhat by his brother’s calming words, “I just know that we’re almostthere,” he says with sorrow. “If we could only try again. You have to convince them. We cannot stop now, it would be all for nothing and we’re so close.”His eyes light up and he smiles broadly, “Want me to come with you and help to convince them?,”he suggests hopeful against his gut instinct. “You know how much I hate to sit back, worse when I have to watch how it all falls apart,” he adds to support his plea.
Thes gives her Auntie Helora a smile. "You look as regal as ever Auntie Helora. Yes I am still dead. Don't worry I am sure there will be challenges ahead that are more suited to your skills. Thank you for assisting me today." She waves goodbye and heads towards the plaza. Mental note have tea with Auntie later.
As you make your way through the bustling plaza, a young human catches your attention. The adolescent, no older than 14, eagerly approaches you, waving his arms to get your attention. His attire is unremarkable and gives no indication of guild affiliation, he carries a large satchel bursting with letters.
"Well, howdy-do there, ma'am! I heard through the grapevine that a lovely spirit might be in need of some assistance. Might that happen to be you?" The kid let out a laugh before continuing. "No need to answer, I reckon I already know who you are. Here ya go, a scroll for your viewing pleasure." hands over a tiny scroll before adding, "I'd love to shoot the breeze, but I've got a whole lot of ground to cover. Catch you on the flip side!" With a bow to Thes, the young whippersnapper took a couple of steps back before spinning around 180 degrees and heading off in a different direction.
Upon unraveling the parchment, you discover it contains vital information regarding the location of every Boros legionnaire in the 10th district for the upcoming week.
Tez relaxes somewhat by his brother’s calming words, “I just know that we’re almostthere,” he says with sorrow. “If we could only try again. You have to convince them. We cannot stop now, it would be all for nothing and we’re so close.”His eyes light up and he smiles broadly, “Want me to come with you and help to convince them?,”he suggests hopeful against his gut instinct. “You know how much I hate to sit back, worse when I have to watch how it all falls apart,” he adds to support his plea.
Before Ulz can answer an explosion can be heard outside and he runs towards it "Oh no! If I lose any of this equipment I'm going to be ruined! - he finds the exit of the workshop and another explosion sends him to the floor it doesn't seem like he was harmed but he stays down looking at the several manifestations of energy.
"Hello...Yes... Oh nice to have met you" says Thes. That teenager seems to have nervous energy about him. She then politely nudges people out of way to get to Ioseph and shows him the scroll "Now we know where to go. Lets get going"she then heads to Trovik's location as indicated on the scroll.
We begin our story at one of the Izzet workshops, nestled in the blistercoils of Precinct Five. A congregation of engineers, students, and maintenance personnel can be observed in the process of dismantling equipment and packing it in boxes stamped with the Izzet League logo. The workshop once housed a magnificent apparatus, designed to contain the energy of an elemental force, but now it resembles an empty shell.
A Half-Elf donning a high-ranking uniform sits despondently atop a box in the center of the workshop. "We were so close! I was sure this was going to be a groundbreaking discovery," he laments. You, Tez, stand beside him: Ulzcerell, your elder brother.
"Tez, I thought you needed rest and wouldn't show up today," Ulz remarks, as he gathers his papers and notes before placing them into his satchel.
Outside the workshop, a small Boros patrol watches over the loading of equipment onto an Izzet vehicle. The task at hand is mundane, yet members of the guild remain vigilant, determined to ensure that anything of value reaches the warehouse safely. Among them, you see Toka and Trovik, along with two other legionnaires. It is an unspoken truth that both of you have been relegated to these petty tasks. A few weeks ago, you were repelling the Grull from neighboring districts, and today you are merely observing a group of interns packing boxes.
"Hey, big shot," one of the patrollers addresses Trovik, "I heard you once fought a bloodthirsty horde. How does this compare to that?"
Meanwhile, in Orzhova a ministrant shares the names of recent debtors, and a plethora of enforcers line the room with long parchments filled with names and numbers. Thes and Ioseph are present, and Thes, though not an enforcer herself, notices a name on Ioseph's list that catches her ethereal attention: "Toka," a low-level Boros guardian who had done something for her in the past. Was she alive then, or already a ghost? She cannot recall.
"Ioseph, your list only shows members of the Boros legion. You are expected to retrieve at least 10% of the debt amount by the end of the week. Failure to do so will result in a 5% increase in your own debt," the ministrant declares
(I'll detail later the amount of everyone's debts but for the moment we can assume that it is a very big amount)
The black haired female minotaur, dressed in her Boros garb stood vigilant as the workers loaded boxes, her soft brown eyes watching every box. She had to stifle a yawn inside though as the watch was long and...tedious. As one of the others gives a verbal jab to Trovik she gripped her mace slightly but didn't do more than flare her nostrils slightly. "I wish they would just focus on doing their best job instead of trying trample over everyone else," she mused in her head.
Appearance
Thes Millia stands at 5''6 a and has light purple hair, pale skin, and grey eyes. She was 27 when she past away. She wears white practical robes and wears leather shoes. She carries a large pack on her back. Underneath her outer robes is chainmail and at her waist is a mace. She has an amulet around her neck with the symbol of the church of Orzhova. She also wears a belt made of gold coins and her shield is hooked onto her pack for easy reach.
Thes furrows her brow when she sees a familiar name on the list. The memory is hazy, but she remembers Toka helping her in the past Then she looks around half expecting some sniveling nose Borrower who would use such information to their advantage. Best keep that tidbit to myself. She looks to Ioseph. "Well we are together again today. Another day for collecting debts." she lets out a sigh "Well lets get going. I hope no one plans too be to unruly today"
Her robes flutter gently due to some ethereal breeze not felt by the living. She becomes almost translucent for a moment, revealing her ghostly being as she steps out onto the streets of the Tenth District.
Ioseph feels the muscles in his back tense at the mention of an increase to his debt, and the blood drains a little from his already pale face. Five percent by the week? One of the Ethereals must have misplaced a tithe somewhere along the line. Honestly, it's enough to make one miss picking up rent from a Kraul sewer! Let's see... the end of the week - that gives me...
The unexpected appearance of an old friend is a comfort, though a passing one. The prospect of wrangling a debt payment from the, shall we say, "spirited" commanders of the Boros Legion is a grim prospect., at the best of times First, then, the paperwork; then the footwork.
"Hail, cleric. I appreciate your company. And I as well - can't say I relish the thought of violence on so fine a morning. You are well, today, I trust?"
Ioseph wears the somewhat formal garb of an Orzhov enforcer - black and grey tunic, flexible, but not exactly concealing, a trait only emphasized by the coin-necklace of office. Ioseph's is pitiably small, next to the cleric's more fashionable belt and gear. Wrapping himself a little tighter and clutching an iron-shod staff close, he walks alongside Thes, shivering against a blustery wind smelling vaguely of gardens and ozone.
As they walk, he glances again at his sheet, looking over the list names - several of them (blessedly) low ranking legionnaires and not their more imperious higher-ups. Perhaps he might be able to entreat the debtors directly, rather than to rely on Azorius bureaucracy for once. It's not like those chicken-worshippers were going to actually add anything to the information now in his hand - perhaps a seal of approval if he was lucky. But can I afford the delay?
"I am as well as I can be Ioseph. Looks like you worried about something. Care to share?" asks Thes Millia as she keeps on walking.
Ioseph nods his head slowly. "I suppose so - you heard the pronouncements of collection a few moments ago, I take it? And you saw that my list is mostly full of Boros debtors? Well, for all their zeal, the most recent collection reports indicate that their passion for combat does not carry over to their finances. In short... respectfully... I am given a dangerous task to dangerous folk, who are unlikely to be able to repay their debts, let alone willing. Again, I say this with utmost deference, Thes."
"I know the Boros Legion is full of militants, but this is our job and we cannot shirk it. Lets find the first Boros on the list and see what happens" says Thes as she gives Ioseph a comforting smile.
Trovik tries to ignore the patroller's teasing and focuses on the task at hand. Though it was a small task, Trovik knew that it was an important one, and he was proud to serve the Boros Legion in any capacity. He knew that the Boros Legion's duty was not limited to battling enemy hordes or defending the city against invasion. Every task assigned to them, no matter how small or mundane, was important in ensuring the safety and security of the people of Ravnica. Though he couldn't help but think back to his time at the Horizon Military Academy. He remembered the grueling training exercises and long hours of study, and the discipline and teamwork that had been instilled in him. He knew that even the smallest task required a similar level of focus and dedication.
Although trying to ignore the soldier he found himself speaking up "Every task assigned to us by the Boros Legion is equally important. Whether it's repelling a horde or protecting the equipment, it is our duty to ensure the safety and security of the people of Ravnica. It's not about comparing one task to another. It's about doing what needs to be done, no matter how big or small, and doing it to the best of our abilities. We're here to serve the Boros Legion and the people of Ravnica, and we will do so honorably, no matter what task is assigned to us."
With the words slipping from his mouth he just goes back to patrolling. His imposing presence doing what it is suppose to and providing intimidation to those who may seek to rob them. As a Minotaur, he stands taller than most humans at 7 foot, with a muscular build that suggests great strength and power. His short, dark hair is often tied back in a practical bun, and his skin has a deep, weathered tone that speaks to his years of fighting and training. His piercing green eyes glinting with a mix of determination and caution, giving him an intense and focused gaze. His strong jawline and rugged features suggest a hard-won resilience and strength, while the scars that mark his face and body hint at the many battles he has fought.
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
"Okay the first 3 are in the Tenth District, but we don't know which Precinct they are in. I doubt they are here in Precinct 1. Let me try asking a contact" says Thes. She then grabs her amulet and focuses on her great aunt Helora who became an ancestral spirit. "Auntie Helora can you help us find the location of Trovik, Toka, Brogmir from the Boros Legion. They should be somewhere here in the Tenth District"
Slowly a specter materializes before your eyes. You behold a woman of distinguished poise, garbed in vestments befitting a priestess. Her voice, soft and mellifluous, resounds with a regal authority.
"Thes, my dear, I am confounded by this sight of you so wan and pallid." her tone denoted sadness but also a hint of mockery. "So you need help finding some Boros Legionnaires...hmm, how trite. Surely, you can devise a more stimulating challenge next time" She pauses, lost in thought, before continuing. "Nevertheless, I know just the individual who can aid you in this endeavor. Wait for him at the main plaza, and you shall have what you seek."
Thes gives her Auntie Helora a smile. "You look as regal as ever Auntie Helora. Yes I am still dead. Don't worry I am sure there will be challenges ahead that are more suited to your skills. Thank you for assisting me today." She waves goodbye and heads towards the plaza. Mental note have tea with Auntie later.
The half-elf next to the project leader looks like a slightly smaller copy of the latter. A nearly perfect copy if you disregard the dishevelled hair compared to the perfect haircut; or the dust smeared face with google cut-outs in contrast to the well-cared, smooth skin; or the heavily used, oil-stained peon apron juxtaposed to the starched and ironed uniform that leaves no doubt about its wearers authority. Right, perhaps not such a perfect copy after all, but anyone can see a semblance between the brothers.
|| Tryncaryn - Halfling Monk/Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak || Berry - Fairy Barbarian - Deathworld: Lost Mine of Phandelver || Taya - Mysterious Fighter - Echoes of Empire || Myrla Stardust - Wood Elf Rogue - After the Fall ||
"It's out of my hands now, our readings wouldn't detect the entity anymore, so there was no point keeping the laboratory up. By now most of the equipment has been packed and ready to be moved to a warehouse" Ulz walked to Tez and placed his right hand on his shoulder "You did good, don't let anyone tell you otherwise, this type of things happens I'm just glad no one was harmed...I need to go, I'll be meeting some investors soon"
Outside - Toka and Trovik please make a perception check -
(In game log: Perception 10)
Tez relaxes somewhat by his brother’s calming words, “I just know that we’re almost there,” he says with sorrow. “If we could only try again. You have to convince them. We cannot stop now, it would be all for nothing and we’re so close.” His eyes light up and he smiles broadly, “Want me to come with you and help to convince them?,” he suggests hopeful against his gut instinct. “You know how much I hate to sit back, worse when I have to watch how it all falls apart,” he adds to support his plea.
|| Tryncaryn - Halfling Monk/Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak || Berry - Fairy Barbarian - Deathworld: Lost Mine of Phandelver || Taya - Mysterious Fighter - Echoes of Empire || Myrla Stardust - Wood Elf Rogue - After the Fall ||
(In game log: Perception 6)
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
As you make your way through the bustling plaza, a young human catches your attention. The adolescent, no older than 14, eagerly approaches you, waving his arms to get your attention. His attire is unremarkable and gives no indication of guild affiliation, he carries a large satchel bursting with letters.
"Well, howdy-do there, ma'am! I heard through the grapevine that a lovely spirit might be in need of some assistance. Might that happen to be you?" The kid let out a laugh before continuing. "No need to answer, I reckon I already know who you are. Here ya go, a scroll for your viewing pleasure." hands over a tiny scroll before adding, "I'd love to shoot the breeze, but I've got a whole lot of ground to cover. Catch you on the flip side!" With a bow to Thes, the young whippersnapper took a couple of steps back before spinning around 180 degrees and heading off in a different direction.
Upon unraveling the parchment, you discover it contains vital information regarding the location of every Boros legionnaire in the 10th district for the upcoming week.
Without any of the legionaries or the Izzet member noticing a small explosion destroys one of the boxes and cackling beams of pure energy wreak havoc.
both of you (Trovik and Toka make a Dex ST)
Before Ulz can answer an explosion can be heard outside and he runs towards it "Oh no! If I lose any of this equipment I'm going to be ruined! - he finds the exit of the workshop and another explosion sends him to the floor it doesn't seem like he was harmed but he stays down looking at the several manifestations of energy.
"Hello...Yes... Oh nice to have met you" says Thes. That teenager seems to have nervous energy about him. She then politely nudges people out of way to get to Ioseph and shows him the scroll "Now we know where to go. Lets get going" she then heads to Trovik's location as indicated on the scroll.
(In game log: Dec ST 6)
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9