Sylphanis

Sylphanis, a noble born half elf from the land of Feywull and Fortune. This poor Half-Elf happened upon a group of amateur adventurers who were looking into a necromantic horde decending upon the world from an island. Sylphanis was sent on a mission to locate, identify, and if possible, destroy the source of the terrible blight. The mission, as all missions for him are, was given to him by his "friend" and confidant. A mystical voice that speaks to Sylphanis when he needs direction to best serve his friend to keep the Warlock pact he has worked so hard to obtain.

He fights beside Holly, a half elf he admires and relates to, although he is still not certain she does not belong both emotionally and possessively to the Elven archer Arcwynn. Arcwynn is another member he calls ... well, he doesn't know what to call her. Sylphanis has a distrust and anger to most elves, although he has managed to table this feeling towards Arcwynn... Well, except when she shoots him in the ass with an arrow. He has however started to believe this is an act of admiration as she does this to all the members of the party. Sylphanis is a sly and crafty one looking to promote the parties reputation and popularity among all cities of the world, one day Courtis Nocturnum WILL be a household name and his father and mother will regret the day they abandoned him. That fateful day they decided it was best not to be seen as relation at to him at all. He will revel in their shame and regret, like a wolf on clover, a pig in stink, and when they finally realize who he had become without them, he will be the one to reject them.

Tick and Fate are the ones he views as his closet friends, the ones he would lay his life down for and would trust them with his own. Tick the loyal and beastly barbarian and fate the devote trickster cleric. Perhaps one day they will be Titans, Lords of the realm, and forever immortalized in the peoples eyes.