<a href="http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=975114" rel="nofollow">http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=975114</a> A native of Golden Rock, and trained by his guild specifically to fulfill the role of adviser and bookkeeper after his intellect was noted by The Oligarch. When the dark elves invaded the city, he fled through an escape portal prepared specifically by his guild's acting oligarch for such an invasion event, but something went wrong. There was a strange resonance in the portal that altered its destination, but the decision was made to proceed through anyway. The Oligarch, Warnel, and the rest of the close staff were thrown unceremoniously into the Feywild where many of them were separated, or killed. Warnel has survived in this place for quite some time, eking out an existence and looking for a way back to his home. Wearing a dark robe and typically a form concealing cloak, Warnel dresses in the traditional garb of learned men and wizards. He wears a traveler's pack and a thin traveling spell book hangs from his belt. Warnel has long dark hair drawn back in a tail to keep it from his face and a beard at least several months old of matching color to his dark hair. Warnel's hazel eyes are his most striking feature, without which it would be easy to lose him in a crowd. Hot-headed and brash. Warnel has supreme confidence in his ability, which has only been reinforced as he has been tested during these harsh times. It is in his nature to lash out with his magic first and ask questions later when he feels threatened. In spite of this, Warnel has a friendly nature when he is not uneasy or threatened that is just as warm as his temper.