Ilmar, Dragon of Misdal

A reputable mercenary from the town of Amisdallen. Ilmar got his dramatic title after singlehandedly defending the quaint little place from a rogue band of raiders, showcasing an unexpected mastery of pyromancy, setting the Misdal peaks ablaze in seconds. The night sky was lit by raging hellfire for but a few minutes, engulfing the small army in devastating flames, reducing men and beasts alike to ashes. The mountains remained a scorched black, a blight on the otherwise idyllic settlement of Amisdallen, until one day, the ashes of the fallen sunk into the soil, bringing a lush, flowered grassland. What was once an unfortunate side effect of their rescue, was now a monument to the peace and quiet of their home. It was thus that Ilmar was dubbed a folk hero, the Dragon of Misdal.

… At least, that’s how the story goes, and Ilmar speaks of the event far more humbly than most from his hometown. He is a quiet, brooding elf, who simply happens to carry an extraordinary flame inside him. None quite know where he got his power — some claim he was blessed by the gods, others say it was centuries of relentless training. But if you ask him personally, he will simply chuckle and wave you off. How such a person came to the humble company of Marilou’s, some say it was a coincidence, where he was in need of a job, and she in need of incredibly capable muscle. Ilmar, being both capable and muscular, felt a trek into the Uncharted Lands might be a refreshing change of pace.

And so, Ilmar became the tracker and muscle of their little party. Though not exactly a master zoologist like Marilou, he is an adept survivalist, with great knowledge of all tracks and traces of wildlife there is to find in the Uncharted Lands. With navigational skill, endurance, and reliable instinct, he is perhaps more of an irreplaceable ally than anyone would like to admit. If only he had the social skills to match. Particularly when an unexpected child shows up, not more than a few minutes old from his perspective, his no-nonsense attitude may be a touch too unforgiving.

Ilmar is an elf of roughly 6 feet tall. His skin is a greyish green, and his hair a pale blond, with several small braids. He is muscular and bulky, with proportionally longer arms and legs compared to a human. He is exceptionally beautiful underneath his helmet, with sharp feline eyes and red, ember-like irises. There are markings on his face resembling the veins on a leaf.
His armor is a haphazardly assembled set of layers, He wears a metal, dragon-scale breastplate and metal leg guards, layered with a thick leather blacksmith’s apron. Around his apron is a belt, to which his wedding ring is attached. He wears black steel pauldrons that resemble furnace doors. He wears no armor on his arms save for large, bulky, elbow-length leather gloves. He wears a leather helmet, resembling a vajen bader firefighter’s helmet. He never takes it off.
He carries a broadsword on his hip, the scabbard of which is decorated with a pendant that matches his wife’s.

• He is secretly an amazing cook.
• In human terms, he is genderless, but fulfills the role of “husband” in his marriage.
• When not adventuring, he is a blacksmith in Amisdallen.
• He and his wife own a pet bird named “Dagwin”, which translates into the Elvish word for “goose”. it is not a goose whatsoever.