Young Wood elf adult of 112 seasons, apprentice in the Tranquil Order of Beamon Bear. He is currently an acolyte of the king of the silver river. Called in his dreams to serve the insubstantial and ghostly god who tends a sizable woodland on the banks of the silver river as his garden. This woodland is a paradise on earth with old animals and plants of extreme beauty.
Fernoris has been imbued with mysterious powers he doesn’t comprehend. Last week a wondering troll hewed a mighty branch from an ancient elm. Fernoris payed his hands on the trunk, an aura of green earth energy hummed through him and the girthy tree the branch knit itself to the trunk. Fernoris was elated, then light headed, then the world went black.
