In the Far Reaches of the PleasantField Mountains, on a small desolate field, rises a noxtious green steam. In the middle of these artistic fumes is an object completely unlike it's surrounding, a beauty unparalleled and unimaginable. It is stunningly powerful, deceptively peaceful and more consuming of the mind than the most ravenous carnivorous of the acid sea.
This enormous entity of life was none other than a tree. It was simplistic in design, yet more complex in detail than atoms that make up the very core of the wind. In fact staring at it Penelope could see the very electrons that made up the tree and the wind swirling gently around it.
Arathway the Archer,
She is unlike others and yet like all of them. She is the halfbreed. The one who is niether accepted nor denied. Talented, straightlaced, and very impish (although she tries desperatly to cover it up) She has the sadness of the elves, and the laughter of the halflings. She has the sturdiness of a dwarf and the sensibility of the wizards. She is all and nothing.
his name is Tibor Madgar, He's young. He's energetic. He's vibrant. He's terrified
He has a pet. I think it's a dog but I'm not sure. The dog is very friendly and all nice and a little irritating sometimes. The animals name is Ocheste. Ocheste goes everwhere with Tibor, Ocheste is Tibors guiding light, saving grace and every other clique imaginable.
Tibor also has a smile that although very engaging stops before it reaches his eyes. No matter how well he can make his lips lie the eyes never do
but he's sweet, compassionate, and always good for a laugh. From what people know of him, he's everything they want to be. It's what they don't know that they wouldn't want to be
Tibor often wakes in a panic, from some unknown nightmare. Although he vividly lives the nightmare over and over none but Ocheste have any incling that Tibor sleeps anything but the most peaceful rests.
