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Looking like a tae'dae in miniature, Tinjtak Gladheart is coated in golden-brown and clad in a simple tunic and trousers. An affable grin is plastered across the furrikin's snout and bright brown eyes gaze warmly at the surroundings. A cudgel is clasped lightly in one chubby paw and currently finds service as a walking stick, while the other hangs onto a pouch slung over Tinjtak's back. | Looking like a tae'dae in miniature, Tinjtak Gladheart is coated in golden-brown and clad in a simple tunic and trousers. An affable grin is plastered across the furrikin's snout and bright brown eyes gaze warmly at the surroundings. A cudgel is clasped lightly in one chubby paw and currently finds service as a walking stick, while the other hangs onto a pouch slung over Tinjtak's back. | ||
===Cyarun Thornleaf=== | ===Cyarun Thornleaf=== | ||
Possessing green-tinted skin, this short elfen man is draped in ragged, brown robes. Every bit of unclothed skin is smudged with dirt and tar, caking him in layers of grime. A wild tangle of sorrel hair falls from his scalp, the unruly wisps coming together as a shaggy mane, out of which a pair of long, pointed ears peek out. His slender face is a series of angular features, high cheekbones and a hawkish nose, above which rests two vibrant chartreuse eyes. Around his neck is a beaten silver torc, and in his right hand, he tightly grips the shaft of a gnarled, mystic cudgel. | |||
In support of Slaghora'ruin, he urges others to put animal corpses inside nearby tar pits in service of his master. | |||
===Mebor Greenhunt=== | ===Mebor Greenhunt=== | ||
Kneeling with the posture of a statue, Mebor Greenhunt's true height is difficult to determine. Clad in a neatly trimmed doeskin tunic and oiled leather breeches, his coppery skin seems to blend into the clothing, appearing as if he were wearing a full piece suit. Tousled locks of auburn hair fall down to frame a slender face, cut through by a pair of pointed ears. His facial features are far too striking to be considered handsome, and his slate grey eyes gaze out with a soulful yearning. He clutches a golden sickle and a simple red leather sling in one hand and presses the other firmly in the soft soil. | Kneeling with the posture of a statue, Mebor Greenhunt's true height is difficult to determine. Clad in a neatly trimmed doeskin tunic and oiled leather breeches, his coppery skin seems to blend into the clothing, appearing as if he were wearing a full piece suit. Tousled locks of auburn hair fall down to frame a slender face, cut through by a pair of pointed ears. His facial features are far too striking to be considered handsome, and his slate grey eyes gaze out with a soulful yearning. He clutches a golden sickle and a simple red leather sling in one hand and presses the other firmly in the soft soil. | ||