TownCrier/Faction Attraction/Regulators of the Northern Frontier

The world of Elanthia can be a cold place, and nothing exhibits this frigid fury than the state of the slow build of Northwatch, located in Icemule Trace. Comprised of giants, halflings, humans, and krolvin to name a few, a union of law and order from various nations continuously works to bring about structure to ensure the safety and security of Icemule. However, without the military structure found in the fortress of Ta'Vaalor or other more established nations, crime and hooliganism can rear its head on unsuspecting citizens. Where the Echoes of War, which I covered months ago, takes watch on the Frostmain Seas, a group of locals take vigilant watch to ensure the safety of their growing nation. These are the Regulators of the Northern Frontier.

Hosts and Members

Recruiter Lilanna Silverveil the Northwarden of Icemule Trace

She appears to be a Sylvankind

She is taller than average. She appears to be in the spring of life. She has voluminously lashed blue-green eyes and sun-kissed, unblemished skin. She has very long, flowing amber hair with shell-beaded braids scattered throughout. She has a heart-shaped face and well-defined, high cheekbones.

She has a crimson vaalin owl stud in her left nostril, a veniom-swept vaalin spike in her right eyebrow, and a pair of vivid orange lionfish spines set along the slender tips of her pointed ears.

She is in good shape.

A budding sentient potato wearing a sleek midnight black cat costume is settled on her shoulder.

She is holding a piece of fudge truffle chocolate in her right hand.

She is wearing an oversized black krinklevelt cavalier hat boasting extravagant ostrich plumes, a silk-lined black leather longcloak, a copper-rubbed dun leather underbust corset, an arctic blue armband with crossed ivory tusks, a shadowglass ring, a delicately woven engagement ring, a wide silver ring with a trio of blue seaglass chips, a tentacle-shaped brass signet ring, a carved thin blue gem band, a vaalin lighthouse ring, a pouch-lined suede belt riddled with brass eyelets, a roundish grey driftwood basket adorned with starfish and seashells, a high-slit skirt of jade lotus silk affixed with a buckle, a warped driftwood thigh scabbard, and some burgundy velvet thigh-boots laced with pale chainsil ribbon.

Jastalyn Dragorth the Town Councillor of Icemule Trace

She appears to be a Half-Elf from Ta'Faendryl.

She is diminutive and has a voluptuous body. She appears to be in the prime of life. She has thick-lashed cobalt-violet eyes and petal-soft, tanned skin. She has very long, gently curled champagne blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail wrapped with multiple braids and held in place by several tangled rose vines crafted into a thorn-caught haircomb. She has a perfectly symmetrical, delicately featured face, a pert, daintily upturned nose and luscious, pale pink lips. A rose-intaglio ethereal pink diamond is positioned between her eyes, which casts a sparkling rose pink sheen across her face.

She has an unfurling white and blush rose tattoo on her neck, a blush-winged spirited pixie tattoo clutching a lucent winter rose on her arm, a delicate wild rose tattoo on her wrist, an interlocking gold rings tattoo on her wrist, and a yarn-tangled calico kitten tattoo on her ankle.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing a platinum locket displaying a soft pink winter rose, a suede-sleeved rose paeline jacket, a pale blush pink chainsil bodice laced with rose-painted ribbons, a delicate hummingbird saewehna wristlet, a delicate bracelet suspending an intricate pixie charm with semi-translucent crystal wings, a delicate platinum wedding ring graced with onyx rose inlay, a sparkling balenite ring crowned with a wintry everfrost shard worn around the left ring finger, some hip-slung twilight pink leather pants with rose gold buttons, and a pair of blush leather ankle-boots raised on rosewood heels.

Queatus the Outlaw of the North

He appears to be a Half-Sylvan.

He is taller than average and has a muscular, able-bodied physique. He appears to be in the prime of life. He has sparkling pale blue eyes and tanned skin. He has short, tousled black hair with grey at the temples. He has an unshaven face, a broken nose and a thick scar that sweeps across his neck from one ear to the other. A full, thick beard of coarse black hair barely obscures his strong jawline.

Superimposed over Queatus's form is the ghostly silhouette of a human bandit, a calculating expression on his face. As you watch, he meets your gaze and his lips draw back in a predatory grin.

He gives off a persuasive demeanor.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing a night black chainsil shroud, a white gold halfmoon-shaped locket, a weathered raven-hued longcoat accented with twin rows of ko'nag buttons, a circle formed by opposing black and white claws, a battered black canvas loot sack with a blood crystal clasp, a faded black leather weapon harness bound in vaalin, a worn ghezyte-buckled bandolier of crossed black seathrak hide straps, an unadorned shadarl aketon, a trio of veil iron bangles thinly inlaid with black thorns, a ghezyte chelioboros ring, a simple vaalin band cradling a black diamond ring, a rune-carved shadowy black belt, a sun-faded black sharkskin satchel, an unpolished black ko'nag case closed with heavy veil iron plates, some worn and faded trousers of vaalin-threaded ebon spidersilk, and some lusterless black stalking boots.

Elronae Naikan the Witch

She appears to be a Sylvankind of the Lassaran D'ahranal.

She is statuesque. She appears to be in the spring of life. She has vivid sea green eyes and fair skin. She has hip length, shimmering silver hair loosely styled with some glittering dark emerald hairjewels scattered throughout. : She has a sprinkling of diminutive freckles across her cheeks. She has a tiny nacreous humanoid skeleton with bat wings and a scorpion tail sitting on her shoulder.

She has a smirking black demon tattoo trailing wisps of crimson smoke on her ankle.

She is in good shape.

A knobby sentient potato is settled on her shoulder.

There is a small white sprite flying above her shoulder.

She is holding a glowing runestaff in her right hand.

She is wearing a long midnight blue chainsil cloak, a veniom-framed dark jade brooch, a brushed coffee suede bodice with tightened ebon rawhide laces, a lightweight hunter tartan arisaid, a collarless hunter green chemise, a twisted black thorn hand-flower, a delicate agara-fae lirveil, a supple brown leather belt, a midnight chainsil pouch, a short dark leather skirt, and some knee-high brown leather boots.

Eofora Bitanweolf of the Snowflake Vale

He appears to be a Human

He appears to be old. He has hunter green eyes and dark skin. He has long, unkempt black hair.

You can hardly recognize him covered in all that soot and ash!

He has a twining ivy tattoo on his ankle, and a compact yew pipe clenched between his teeth.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing an onyx and cerulean-tinted taerethil, a set of multi-tined antlers, a dark red tartan wool scarf, a fine deerskin charm neckpouch printed with copper glyphs, a fleece-lined vibrant green cloak trimmed with blooming oak leaves, a sprig of Imaera's Lace, a scarlet owl-shaped pin, some fringed doeskin gloves, a drake-winged insignia, a low-slung herb satchel slung over his shoulder, some weathered black chainmail adorned with golden oak leaves laced into its steel rings, an arctic blue armband with crossed ivory tusks, an oiled brown leather feed bag, a battered leather map case, a dark leather pouch reinforced with sinew, a caribou-hide sheath, some dark tanned leather trousers, some cardinal heavy tartan wool moccasins lined with soft rolton fleece, and a finely carved driftwood buckler slung over his other shoulder.

Twisting vines writhe around Ibar Moirwinvail the Pirate, obscuring him in an ever-shifting barrier of thorns.

He appears to be a Half-Sylvan

He is tall in stature and has a broad-shouldered, thick frame. He appears to be youthful. He has silver-flecked thunderhead grey eyes and sun-bronzed, coppery skin. He has nape-length, layered ebonwood-hued hair slicked down beneath a soft leather tricorn hat adorned with a crimson raven feather, pulled down low on the brow. He has a chiseled, angular face, a thin-bridged nose and a jagged scar below his neckline. His features have a distinctly hardened appearance to them.

He has a tattooed band of black knotwork on his finger, a trio of sea urchin spines in his right eyebrow, and a trio of vaalin rings in the upper ridge of his left ear.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing a pair of antique platinum-framed spectacles with dark-tinted lenses, a tattered black sailcloth longcoat, a white linen shirt, an elegant ebon silk sash, a pair of loose-fitting ebony oilcloth trousers, and a pair of black shark skin boots strapped with tattered netting.

Lord Darphin Ta'Mori Faendryl the Sorcerer Guild Master

He appears to be a Dark Elf.

He is average height. He appears to be youthful. He has hooded silver-marbled ash grey eyes and smooth swarthy skin. He has very long, crimson-highlighted ebon hair worn in tightly braided rows against his scalp. He has an angular face, a small nose and a broad chest.

He has a crimson-swept black steel ring in his lip, an intricate Faendryl crest tattoo on his neck, a black steel crimson-veined spike in his left eyebrow, and a textured firestone ring in his left nostril.

He is in good shape.

He is holding a plump red pomegranate in his right hand.

He is wearing a small bone periapt, a carved copper-geared orbweaver fetish, a garnet red sirenglass trinket, a dimly glowing triangular bone talisman, a gold-chained oval clockwerke locket, a fitted black leather bodysuit scarred with sigils, some sanguine metal-plated bands, a midnight blue scrollcase, a furry black goat pin, a simple steel medallion etched with a geometric design, a sigil-etched golden relic, a metal-plated sanguine bracer, a midnight black oculoth pin adorned with polished bloodstone eyes, a White Haven bear head pin, a shimmering trinket, a dark elven leather case accented by an elegant demon design, a tall-collared black leather jacket, a long-sleeved navy shalloon shirt, a slim dark silver Faendryl wristband, a black eahnor ring, a black diamond-inset dark elven platinum wedding band, some brushed trousers crafted from iron grey wool, some formal whiskey-hued leather shoes polished to a glossy sheen, and a quintuple orb brooch.

Lord Randsford the Paladin of Oleani of Icemule Trace

He appears to be a Giantman of the Maeramil Clan.

He appears to have come of age. He has bright crystal green eyes and fair skin. He has short, thick dark brown hair with lighter streaks. He has a clean-shaven face and broad shoulders.

He has a circular blue tribal tattoo on his neck.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing a white eonake knight's aegis bound by shimmering silver and imbedded with emeralds that form the symbol of the goddess Oleani, an eonake banded knight's helm, a luminous gold Oleani pendant, an elegant white knight's cape, a blush-kissed Elanthian snow rose, a silver shield insignia, some spiked eonake gauntlets, a white eonake-studded pack, some pure white rolaren platemail imbedded with a symbol of Oleani, an arctic blue armband with crossed ivory tusks, a silver threaded silk satchel, a gleaming white warg pelt sheath inlaid with rune-swept auroral emeralds, a woven grapevine ankle-cuff, and some slim white boots.

Introduction

Lilanna thought it best for me to conduct this interview during their meeting, as it would draw the most members and promote conversation. My journey took me to the Stout Street Armory, which seemed a room more apropos for RYSK, but I imagine the local Icemulians enjoy staying warm with some libation. I hear Lithyia has cornered the market there. Hopefully, she won't catch a right cross from the proprietor of the Honeyberry Inn.

Stout Street Armory, Courtyard White dryad hedges grow along the high iron fence enclosing the courtyard, which is paved with cobblestones. Flying a silk pennant emblazoned with a charging mule, a low-roofed stone guard post stands toward the rear of the courtyard. A lone training dummy of sackcloth, propped up by a spruce stake, stands near to the entrance. It looks like it has endured more than a few beatings. You also see the Elronae disk, a pure white samoyed, a pallid skin-bound grimoire flying around with its pale leathery wings, the glossy pink Lilanna disk shaped like a jellyfish, the Ibar disk and a heavy wrought iron gate.

Inclining his head, Myharl lifts his right hand in greeting to you, the motion drawing attention to the tower signet ring on his right middle finger. He grins.

Lilanna turns to Yardie and cheers!

Ibar rubs Lilanna tenderly.

Lilanna gives you a friendly hug, and you detect the faint scent of sandalwood, marshmallow, and vanilla around her.

Jastalyn grins.

Madame Jastalyn is a kindred spirit in matters of the Faendryl, and her personality reflected that. She could be sweet, defined, noble, and then blazing like balefire the next. That made for a rather deadly combination, akin to the shifting melodies of song, dulcet and tranquil one moment, and then a maddening crescendo.

In similar retrospect, Lilanna also shared the talents of song, though her love for the sea brought about a peculiarity in seeing her lead the Regulators. Not that she was incapable; in fact, she made for a natural-born leader. I imagined her patrolling the seas, firing cannons on wayward Karlvin ships that threatened Northwatch. It was later brought to my attention that she was a bit under the weather, but from what I had seen, she always toughed out the most challenging encounters.

And then there was Myharl, the Dark Tower. I spent quite some time getting to know him through a close mutual friend, Lunaryna. It always surprised me how someone so massive, forged in nothing but muscle, could be so friendly and cordial. If one did not know better, he could break someone's hand with a mere handshake. All three made for a solid foundation to regulate the frontier.

Myharl gives Yardie a friendly hug.

His hugs haven't broken my back...yet.

Ibar grins at you.

Queatus fiddles with the top of the black ko'nag case, causing the metal plates to open. He gazes at his reflection in the smooth seaglass mirror.

Darphin put a copper-lipped goblet of viscous blood wine in his black leather jacket.

Lilanna: Evnin.

Ibar bows to Yardie.

Eofora waves to Yardie.

In seeing Elronae, I had to hug her. She and I have spent some time in the Folly, so it was a pleasant surprise to see her in the frozen tundra of Icemule Trace

Yardie: Evening to you all.

Ibar: Evenin.

Myharl: Evening.

Darphin: Good eve.

I did not expect Darphin here. Not that I question his concern for Icemule. He has expressed his intents for its safety. However, with certain concerns regarding the Coven, it became harder to discern.

Queatus waves to Yardie. Suddenly the plates at the top of Queatus's black ko'nag case snap shut with a loud *CLICK*!

Lilanna turns to face Yardie.

Yardie: I know you have your meeting today. I don't want to interrupt...or...uhh....ummm?

Lilanna: Let's get right into it.

No nonsense. A staple to Lilanna. But I needed to make sure.

Yardie (pointing at himself): Me?

Lilanna nods.

Yardie: Oh.

Lilanna: 'aye, yer the questioner."

Darphin agrees with Lilanna. Full of questions that one is.

Lilanna grins at Yardie.

I ran my hands nervously over your shirt and noticed them unusually sweaty. The shirt I wore provided a bit of discomfort and uneasiness. In my line of work, questions were as effective as any weapon. The fact that my reputation for inquiry preceded myself forced a bead of sweat down my neck. As if sensing my dread, Queatus echoed his thoughts.

Queatus: I don't know what you might have heard, but we are not a criminal organization. He winks at Lilanna.

I blinked at Queatus. I did not believe him for one second. Queatus was, in short, a professional. Those aware of the business kept a low-profile. When that didn't work, deny, deny, deny. Queatus employed this tactic often, though strangely, not during the final days of Caligos. So if his tactic meant to divert attention to nefarious actions, he was sadly mistaken.

Elronae agrees with Queatus.

Queatus nods.

Lilanna glances upward and whistles quietly, an innocent look on her face.

Yardie: So, let me start it off and explain the sort as much as I can.

Lilanna nods to you.

Yardie: I do these monthly gatherings for the TownCrier. The idea is to promote the MHOs and CHEs of the world. This month, I have you all, the Regulators of the Northern Frontier, as the selection. My hope is that this gives an inside look at what makes the Regulators tick, its history, origins, and the ideas such as members, events, and the sort.

Elronae: This is my first meeting, so I'll be learning as much as you are.

A rare opportunity. A new fresh set of eyes to give their thoughts and feelings as to why they joined the Regulators. This would be most engaging.