The Heroes

Born in the south western corner of the Gold County of Furyondy, in the year 568cy, Makaus Fangorn was raised by his father, Market and Angrin his father’s life long friend and confidant. Makaus was brought up in the country side on his father’s estate which grew wine. Wine distribution from the Fangorn Estate can be seen as far as Greyhawk city or as close as the neighboring residence. Fangorn produces several varieties of red wine including Merlot, Syrah, Pinot Noir and Cabernet Sauvignon that are moderate in price to inexpensive. Fangorn Reserve has once or twice seen an appearance in a noble’s banquet for special occasions.

Makaus has one special friend that he shares many similarities with named Meric VonHearth. This relationship started many years past with the boy’s fathers. Both sons had lost there mothers at an early age, so as a result they have spent all there childhood growing up together to the point of mutual brotherhood. Makaus and Meric share a bond as strong as blood.

Makaus is light skinned of possible oeridian descent. He stands 5’9” tall, has platinum blond hair that is kept very short in the current Furyondian styles and weighs in at 165 pounds. It seems that Makaus has not yet acquired the facial hair of adulthood nor the changing of voice.

While traveling Makaus has adopted a combination of styles of dress that reflects his eclectic training thus far. Melias, Meric’s father trained Makaus in all things having to do with the wilderness and therefore he wears hood and heavy cloak in shades of dark green, brown and gray. He travels in a chain shirt and wields a rapier, both of his forging. The rest of his garb is mostly heavy leathers of black and gray that allows fast and dexterous movement. A short bow is slung over his shoulder with one quiver of arrows at his hip. Makaus wears the appearance of one who is wide eyed to the world due to a lack of experience. His steps are unsure and gait skittish as he fronts his obvious bravado to all observers.

        "Confused" is probably the best word to describe Meric VonHearth. Meric is a precocious 14 (almost 15) year-old. He is at constant struggle with himself and constantly questioning himself and frequently others. He has experienced some scary times in his life, but always with the protection of his father nearby.
        He is of moderate height (5'8"), but he may still grow yet. He is a good-looking young man and will grow nicely into his features. He is often seen reading a book with a perplexed look on his face. When not reading, he seems to tag along with Makaus often. Although he understands that he and Makaus frequently play different roles in scouting and combat, during regular travel and when the shit really hits the fan in combat, he is never far from Makaus.
        For his age, he seems surprisingly astute with weapons of all sorts. Despite being precocious, Meric is very naive about travelling with strangers, and is having a difficult time with the adjustment. His initial animosity toward Thaer is lightening up. All can see his attitude toward Thaer becoming more accepting. His relationship with Wylaer seems to be one of mutual respect, but there is no obvious love to speak of. The relationship with Makaus is pretty obvious, though everyone realizes that the two "brothers" haven't spent much time together in the past couple years, when both of them have done much growing, both physically and emotionally. Meric's attitude toward Jers and Blorys seems to be of significant respect. He looks to them as leaders, and Meric dislikes it when he feels he has to play a leadership role in their absence. Although he hasn't always been the smoothest in difficult situations, it is apparent that he has potential. He has some aspects of a natural leader. He has always been there when a comrade falls, and he fights with a lot of heart. The only time he cowars from a fight is when he feels it is his duty to protect himself in order to be able to heal his comrades. His relationship with Eddis and company is similar to that with Wylaer. Despite a similar age, Meric has not identified with M'Whan.

      Wylaer is just over 6 feet tall, with flowing silver hair and deep violet eyes. When traveling he wears a suit of fine elven leather armor. The craftsmanship of this armor surpasses most standard leather armor, not so much as in offering more protection, but it has intricate designs woven throughout it, and as well it seems to absorb light slightly, and in darkness, Wylaer sometimes seems to disappear. He nearly always wears a forest green traveling cloak on top of his leather armor, with hood nearly always drawn. He also wears a scarf of black silk around his face, which conceals his pale facial features. The shadowed area below the hood of his cloak and above where the scarf rests on his nose being the only area of exposed skin on his entire body. He has a silver whistle about his neck, and carries a curious looking club which on one end has what looks like some sort of animal paw, perhaps a bear, claws, fur, and all. He also keeps a dagger at his side, and one in his boot. When in the keep he wears a deep blue tunic with highly detailed silver embroidery. He carries with him a short bow as well, and like his armor, its workmanship is exquisite. During his free time he can be found either conversing with Sephyre, or reading one of his massive tomes. He does not offer much in the way of conversation, however, he is polite and friendly, with a slight air of distrust. When he speaks he is terse and to the point, rather matter of fact, with an air of confidence and intelligence behind his words. He speaks slowly, carefully choosing his words. His common is a bit rusty, and sometimes he pauses as though searching for the right word, though this happens less and less as time goes on. When he moves his actions are quick and concise like his speech, and he moves effortlessly and gracefully. When hiding and sneaking while scouting, his grace is particularly noticable.    It is evident that he is quite at home in the woods.
      Along the road it has been revealed that Wylaer is from the realm of Celene. He was in Verbobonc on an errand retrieving some documents (the contents of which remain a mystery). It is plain to see that he is disgusted by the city of Verbobonc and its uncleanliness. While in Verbobonc he stayed in the elven quarter, and other than on a few occasions had little contact with the people there. He is fascinated by humans, and is constantly looking at them in wonder, though sometimes with disgust. At one point, no longer able to bare the constant affront to his senses, he asks Thaer to bathe, his scent becoming overwhelmingly distracting. Occasionally he removes his scarf and sniffs the air as though there were something not quite right. Wylaer is almost always surprisingly well kept and clean. There is an air of cleanliness about him. His attention to detail though can seem obsessive at times, and you notice that his belongings are always stacked and ordered neatly and his quarters in the campsite look nearly identical every night, everything ordered and stowed in its proper place. He takes great care of his books, of which he has two, one massive, the other much smaller, which he takes great pleasure in reading.
        Sephyre is a rather mysterious entity. The language he speaks with Wylaer is strange and foreign. He appears to be rather young and seems to hold Wylaer in great esteem. He has a saddle and saddle bags, and occasionally Wylaer will mount him and fly off to scout, though when traveling Sephyre will usually scout unmounted, returning occasionally to speak with Wylaer before disappearing into the sky once again. He is tawny in color with black tips on the ends of his wing feathers. He can sometimes get quite excited when talking to Wylaer, and at these times stands in stark contrast to the ever calm and calculating Wylaer.