Tessele Whitehorn

In her youth, Tessele Whitehorn was a legendary adventurer,

renowned for her wild exploits and her beauty, with a steady stream

of men in her life. Eventually, she fell in love with one of her

adventuring companions, only to see him die in the jaws of a dracolich

on what would be her last adventure. Brokenhearted, Tessele

retired to the Leaves of Learning and adopted a life of quiet contemplation

for many years. Now in her sixties, she has found joy in

the simple pleasure of going out into the community and recording

the stories of those who have seen many years.

Although it has been quite some time since she wielded her quarterstaff

in combat, Tessele’s wits remain keen, as does her knowledge

of battle tactics. She keeps her trusty leather armor oiled and insists

that her fellows join her in a daily exercise regimen.

Recently, Tessele experienced a series of troubling visions, most

of which show a falling star crashing into a great forest, engulfing

the trees and the elves who dwell among them in a great conflagration.

Unbeknownst to her, her dreams bear witness to the fall of the

Lorelands of Uvaeren, an elven civilization dedicated to both magical

and mundane knowledge that thrived where Mistledale now lies.

Uvaeren’s founding and fall preceded the raising of the mythal over

Myth Drannor by millennia. What these dreams portend is known

only to the Binder.