Elinor Piers

Name: Elinor Piers

Class: Rogue

Race: Human (some elf lineage)

Moral Alignment: Lawful/neutral good

Skills: Nature, lore, stealth

Before the Order found her, Elinor was making her own living as a wanderer in Ravenwood. She grew to be friends with the woodland creatures, especially a few mouslings, and enjoyed tracking down and learning of the many legends in the wood. She would return home to her native village on occasion, always eager to share what she learned. Then, two years ago, she was recruited by the Order of Falconers.

Not to be confused with the roguish Falcon band, the Order of Falconers have long since been keepers of the peace. For centuries, the Order of Falconers has worked in harmony with the rare and ancient race of Bitterwing Falcon, a keen eyed, sharp witted creature indigenous to the region of Ravenwood. It is said that the relationship between the falconer and his/her bird goes beyond a mere partnership. In fact, legend has it that those who possess a strong connection to their falcon can see through the bird’s eyes. The Order has long guarded the forests with their small, strangely magical companions. Bitterwing Falcons are a little smaller than common falcons, and have an innate magic about them, which enables them to become powerful allies. The birds have been described as strangely cunning, and some swear they can talk, though they never use any common speech. They’re stubborn and their affection and loyalty is not easily won, even by an experienced warrior.

Elinor and her falcon were assigned together by the Falconer’s Council, only seven months prior, but despite being selected as partners, the two never seemed to get along. No matter how polite, or impolite, Elinor tried to be. Her falcon, Esgaroth, clearly still bore allegiance to his recently departed partner, who died during a surprise attack by rebels and ruffians in the east, over a year ago. It is suspected these rebels and ruffians were members of the merciless Falcon’s band, but nothing was ever proven.

During a trial mission not far from the boarders of Ravenwood, Esgaroth slipped away and disappeared on business of his own. It wasn’t the first time. Elinor assumed he’d gone on another solo mission and pretended not to notice or care. But when the bird did not return the next day, or the day after, she began to worry. Picking up a nearly impossible trail, she began to try and track Esgaroth, convinced he’d landed himself in some sort of trouble. It’s been almost a week with no sight or sound of her quarry, but with the help from her woodland friends she hopes to find her lost companion, hopefully before the council expects them back.