|
|
Post by The Glandash on Mar 13, 2011 16:35:21 GMT -5
 Banril is a muscular man of just over six feet tall. He has a densely built musculature that lends itself well to precise, agile strength, weighing just under two hundred pounds. His hair is a dark brown color, his eyes are blue. He has a beard, but keeps it in good condition. His clothing is utilitarian, and he wears drab colors - the grays of stone, the dark tans of dirt, the black of shadow - to better be hidden in both natural and worked tunnels and tombs. His equipment is well-kept, speaking of a quiet pride in him. He carries a bastard sword on his right hip, and opposite it, a mace is tethered to his belt. Typically there is a bow in hand or slung over his shoulder. His quiver hangs across the small of his back, angled down, the high end near his right hip, the low end near his left. Banril's light armor is well-kept, supple, but strong leather, studded with rivets of steel,worn tight so as to not make noise. His boots are worn, his cloak is frayed, and his gloves are marked from use. Hanging from his belt, just in front of his left thigh, on a short two-inch tether, is a holy symbol. The symbol is this:  On Banril's symbol, the scales are a steel color, rather than gold, on a disk three inches in diameter. |
|
|
|
Post by The Glandash on Mar 13, 2011 17:13:36 GMT -5
Baldur's Gate
1364 DR, The Year of the Wave
Tarsakh 30, Greengrass
The shipment was ready. Before the Morning's Glory temple in the Twin Songs district, two wagons, laden with goods bearing the symbolism of the Morninglord, stood ready to depart for the far Northern port of Luskan. It was the beginning of the two-part journey to that City of Sails, where beneath the imposing glare of the Hosttower of the Arcane life was given some semblance of order, and Uthgardt barbarians brought objects of Amaunatori origin to the Dawngreeters of the temple, Lathander's Shining. The purpose of the venture was to retrieve these artifacts, and bring them South, to be studied by the Brotherhood of the Glorious Sun.
Spring was sprung. The snowy passes that would give the Lathandari passage to the frozen North would be open, though they were prepared to face Auril's icy breath in that forbidding region; her grasp in those places was supreme, and never was it truly warm in those sodden reaches.
Banril smiled. It would be the first journey his beloved wife would join him on. Shalyelara Ristgar, an elven maiden of Suldanessellar, far to the south, was the light of his life, the proof of Lathander's glory upon the world he watched over from the skies, smiling upon all of Toril's children. She was a Dawngreeter, and though Banril knew Lathander was not a god of elves, he knew her faith was pure and true. She was among the senior Dawnbringers at the Morning's Glory temple, and spoke glories in the name of Lathander with her every breath.
She had given Banril his beautiful daughter, Aleigh Ristgar, whose angelic face bore the angular narrowness and almond-shaped eyes of her mothers', with the straight nose, blue eyes, and dark hair of her father. Lathander's blessing upon his faithful, Banril praised each time he saw their daughter. She was only a yearling, and already she had brought incredible joy to the man and his elven wife. It always pained him when he went on these ventures, for it meant he would be away from them for such a long time. That they would be joining him gave him endless joy.
They set out that evening, along the Trade Way north, around the Troll Hills. They would make the Winding River by nightfall, and pass along to the Coast once more two days following. They would be home by Marpenoth, to enjoy the temperate winter of the more Southern port, safe within the walls of Morning's Glory.
|
|
