Name: Calonveriel (Cal or Calon)

Race and Age: Young elf, 95 years.

Class: Druid

From: Moonshallows – a druidic community who dwell in Brux, in the Beastlands.

Allegiances: Ehlonna - Neutral Good

Animal Companion: Silverpaw (Silver) A grey wolf with a peculiar penchant for shiny objects.

Additional: Has some wood carving skill, including the ability to make a wooden flute that he has learned to play.

Appearance:

Cal is 5 ft 8” and has flaxen hair with silver streaks – laughably why his wolf has a fondness and an odd sense of ownership of him. Cal’s relative youth means that there are few outward signs of an animal aspect that often manifests itself in those who choose to make the Beastlands their home. With the exception of a yellow tint to his eyes and canine teeth perhaps sharper than would be normal, Cal looks very much like any other elf.

Background:

A native of Arborea, Cal’s affinity with nature and wildlife revealed itself when he was thirteen. His parents, two quite unlucky and rightly retired rogues, nevertheless could not escape their ignoble and failed past. Nor, by association and parentage, could Cal. A regular trip to the market one sunny morning became quite irregular when a trader refused to sell to Cal’s father who was trying to purchase a gift for their mother. His father saddened but untroubled, began to lead them away to find another stall. Before the two had made even two steps the trader began shouting, accusing his father of having stolen his money. Of course his father had coin with him, enough to purchase the gift for their mother, and all this money had been honestly earned from his father’s new occupation as a wood carver. But how could his father argue against a mob who all knew of his immoral and irreparable past. Cal watched his father hand over nearly all of his money to the malicious and sly trader. But right before his father had emptied his last coin from his pocket, all of the animals in the market, from the rats stealing crumbs beneath the food stalls to the trader’s own mongrel dog, erupted into a cacophony of angry squeaks, caws and barks that seemed to echo the bitter beating of Cal’s raging heart. The market was in an uproar and Cal used the pandemonium to pocket the most beautiful of the trader’s items – a delicate brooch that fell from the trader as he sought to control his dog. The brooch was in the shape of a starling with sapphires for eyes.

Little did Cal know the terrible set of events his act would set in motion.

The brooch was in fact not for public sale, and it’s true worth was far more precious than its beauty and the value of its bejeweled eyes. When they returned home and Cal admitted to what he had done, both his parents fell to their knees for they knew the dire trouble that Cal had unwittingly gotten them all into. They had seen the brooch before, or at least one very much like it, in their previous lives as thieves. The starling was the mark of a powerful thieves’ guild calling themselves the Rise of the Swift.

His parents knew that the trader, or those he held allegiance to, would not suffer the theft of one of their own sigils. So Cal’s parents made the ultimate sacrifice and decided to separate themselves from their son so that blame and retribution would not fall upon him. The family left that night, heading for the one place where Cal’s parents knew their son would not only be hidden but also where his talents would allow him to thrive. Together the family arrived in the Beastlands, but only Calonveriel was convinced to stay. His parents promised to return for him. They never did, but their promise that their son would thrive in the wilds proved to be true.

Having found - or perhaps been lead to - the Moonshallows, the Druidic community there became Cal’s refuge and his teachers.

Many years have passed but Cal’s anger and anxiety concerning his parents has not. Depite being well loved, his fellow Druids can no longer abide the imbalance within Cal and desperately wish him to sever the memories and feelings that are chaining him to the past and his biased emotions. Cal must learn to live in the present and truly commit himself to the balance.

The Druids have demanded of him to seek out whatever resolution he needs in order to achieve this. And so Cal has left the Moonshallows and found himself in Sigil where his path to the finding the truth about his parents’ fate can begin.