Character

If Etain's parents are night and day, then she is the glorious dawn. The gold threads of elfland weave through the dark forest of Dubhaine tresses, the prominent features of her grand-dames tempered by ancient summers when the world was young and war a future memory. Golden irises swirl into pits of deepest black, at one moment filled with ancient knowledge, at the next bubbling with youthful passions. The same lithe, willowy frame is there, but it moves more subtly, the primal power of the predatory great cat sheathed in a harlequin's humorous grace.

Etain's wargear is that of a Toxophilite minus its insignia. The long concave stave of Sirion rosewood strung with spider silk, the black bodkins, the slender stabbing sword and hooked hunting knife, the lantern target shield, the night-black brigandine doublet, the russet coat and hood.