I was born, Mikze Xilokiir, in a small elven community that I don’t really recall very well.

My father was an entertainer, talented in playing multiple instruments and singing, Linee always told me I got my voice from him. Father was playing music constantly, not that I’d remember. He passed away when I was less than 20. It was then that my mother decided that Linee, my older sister, and I were to go traveling with her.

Since then we’ve rarely stayed in a place longer than a few weeks. Mother taught us how to use basic weaponry for self-defense but was determined that we learn as much as possible, especially languages. Being well off we were able to take classes in Sylvan and Orc everything else we learned language wise was in travel or was spoken in our village.

When mother was killed for mistranslating a difficult spell, Linee and I became traveling scribes and would occasionally entertain the people around us with story and song. We were hurting financially at this point, all the money we had had been used on our education. It took a while but Linee found some work. The peoples seemed kind of shady but they paid her well. After a couple of weeks they took my sister away. Since then I’ve been looking for anything that would bring me closer to finding her.

And that brings me here – to Lynn’s Brook.



More to come once interview with Phinik occurs.

He fancies himself to be a trickster, he was kicked out of his gnome village for pulling too many tricks and the church took him in to train him. Phinik is a cleric who lives in Lynn’s Brook and assists Allarha in healing of the townsfolk amongst other things.


More to come once interview with Samson occurs.

His parents fought and died in a paladin war, so grew up with his aunt and uncle in Lynn’s Brook. Where he also took up the paladin sword and became a local hero when he defeated the Orcs who threatened the village. When nothing else happened Samson took up drink and occasionally would have hallucinations from the amount of liquor her consumed.


Kyriah was born to an elfen father and human mother who met because they both had the desire to travel. When Kyriah was thirty he decided that he would leave his family and the gypsies to venture forth to a monastery, where he could learn how to be self sufficient while still being able to appease his curiosity and love of travel.

With his petite and slender build this angular half-elf found it easier to not wear armor but instead adorn himself in the traditional wraps and robes of a monk. While training, the monks taught Kyriah to not be so physically emotive and to improve the lives around him. Although some monks frowned upon physical violence Kyriah found that by using his body and simple items around him he was able to easily defend himself and those around.

Instilled with the teachings of many monks of different heritage, for Kyriah never called one monastery home, he went forth to improve his skills and aid those who behave with honorable intentions.