Exil Brownstone
Exil Brownstone
Exil hails from Silverymoon, the anchor of the Silver Marches and the most wealthy and important surface city of the North. He is a male half elf in his mid-twenties of average height and build. He has a pale complexion, green eyes, reddish bronze hair and sharp human features with distinct elvish ears. His parents are ardent explorers, usually travelling about and focusing on desert artifacts and unusual locations. The magical city of Silverymoon was an interesting and engaging place to grow up.
Exil is a talkative young man and spends much time visiting the taverns, Inns and other interesting locations within the city. The greatest adventure of all was gaining entrance to The Cloak of Stars with a Sunnite Priestess. They have all the fun. It was the end of a grand time watching the image of Sune gently sway as she disappeared into the night. It is enough to make one question their faith in Selune. Well, there is enough faith to go around, right?
At a young age Exil starting working with a group of smugglers, running errands to various locations in the north, performing basic lookout duties and creating minor distractions. It passed the time and was much more interesting than other types of jobs. Somewhere along the way an interesting natural magical force manifested within his being and his parents took him to Arkhen the Icey at Arkhen's Invocatorium to see if he could help hone this inner force. Exil had a natural affinity for languages and helped Arkhen with translation services and said services were often loaned to The Conclave of Silverymoon… boring. Of course there was no pay for this internship and funds where, shall we say something scarce.
The cloistered prison was maddening, when the opportunity to go fetch some rare herbs in Neverwinter for one of Arkhen’s associates presented itself, the half elf was gone in a Silverymoon minute!
