Across theealms, few walk alone. Some are bound by oath, others by fate, and others still by the quiet pull of shared purpose. These are the companions who may cross your path — warriors, wanderers, and wayward souls whose stories intertwine with your own. Each bears the weight of their past, the fire of their convictions, and the promise — or peril — of what lies ahead. Choose your allies wisely, for every blade, prayer, and whisper in the dark may shape the legend yet to come.

 

Companion Portrait Alignment Class Location Biography
Rothengar Truesilver Lawful Good Paladin The Wailing Wheel, Suzail When asked about his past, ROTHENGAR TRUESILVER speaks little, though his bearing reveals much. Born to the storied Truesilver line of Cormyr, his youth was steeped in duty, devotion, and the weight of expectation. From the marble halls of Suzail to the bloodied fields of the Tunlands, Rothengar has ever sought to balance the code of the paladin with the realities of a flawed and trembling realm. His faith in law and justice is unshaken, yet there are moments—quiet and fleeting—when doubt shadows his steady gaze.

Those who travel beside him sense a man at war with himself: a noble heart hardened by necessity, a defender of righteousness who has seen too much of its absence. He prays often but speaks rarely of the gods’ answers, as though uncertain whether they still hear him. In battle, his resolve is absolute; in peace, his silence weighs heavier than steel.
Braceforth Illance Neutral Evil Blackguard King's Forest, Broken Bridge When asked about his past, BRACEFORTH ILLANCE offers little more than a measured smile and a glance that chills the blood. Once a scion of the proud Illance family, his name was struck from the noble rolls after whispers of heresy and unholy oaths reached the Purple Throne. Cast out and scorned, Braceforth turned to the darker callings of faith, finding purpose not in mercy or law, but in the cold certainty of vengeance. He bears his blackened armor like a penance, each scar upon it a reminder of his own fall from grace.
Those who look upon him see a man unbroken, yet far from whole. The fire that drives him burns too fiercely, and where others seek redemption, Braceforth seems to crave only reckoning. Some say he serves a god; others whisper that he serves only his own wrath. Whatever truth lies behind his cold gaze, it is one he keeps buried beneath steel and silence.
Beliard Aulkirk Lawful Evil Fighter Wyvern Watch Inn, Wheloon When asked about his past, BELIARD AULKIRK answers with a grunt and a shrug, as though the telling of it were a waste of breath. Born the son of a stonemason in the river city of Arabel, he took to the soldier’s path early, trading the hammer for the blade before he had reached his manhood. The banners he fought beneath changed with the coin, and the friends he buried were many. Battle hardened his body but carved hollows in his heart, leaving him a man who trusts in steel more than speech.
Beliard carries the scars of countless skirmishes and one betrayal too many. He speaks little of loyalties or causes, claiming that both are luxuries for men who have never seen their comrades die screaming. Yet for all his cynicism, there lingers a spark of duty that refuses to fade—a quiet, stubborn honor he denies, but cannot entirely destroy.
Wynter Dauntinghorn Chaotic Good Ranger Lonesome Tankard, Eveningstar When asked about her past, WYNTER DAUNTINGHORN speaks with the measured tone of one long accustomed to silence. Born to the minor house of Dauntinghorn, she was trained not for courtly grace but for endurance — her father’s answer to a son he never had. She found solace beyond Suzail’s walls, where the quiet of the wilds drowned the clamor of expectation. There she learned the language of bow and beast alike, and her loyalty came to rest not upon crest or crown, but upon those who walked beside her.
Though Wynter carries the manners of her lineage, the road has worn nobility’s sheen from her hands. She trusts sparingly and speaks plainly, her heart steady even when the world is not. Yet sometimes, when the fire burns low, her gaze drifts to the horizon with an ache that words cannot name — the look of one who left her home but never quite escaped it.
Dannonvar Bleth Neutral Evil Fighter (Wizard Slayer) Road to Immersea When asked about his past, DANNONVAR BLETH smiles faintly, though the expression never reaches his eyes. Once a son of the Bleth line — a family whose fortunes rose and fell with the tides of Cormyrean intrigue — Dannonvar walked the razor’s edge between privilege and peril. Trained in both diplomacy and the sword, he learned early that words could wound as keenly as steel, and he wielded both with equal precision. When scandal and blood finally consumed his house, he vanished into the night, leaving behind the halls of Suzail for the shadows of the frontier.
Those who travel beside him find a man of contradictions: refined in speech yet ruthless in purpose, haunted but unrepentant. He wears civility as one might a well-tailored cloak — concealing, not softening, the cold ambition beneath. In the firelight his gaze burns steady, the look of a man who has lost everything, save the will to endure.
Morlan Hawksong Neutral Good Ranger (Stalker) Hills South of Minroe When asked about his past, MORLAN HAWKSONG gives little more than a quiet nod and a faint, knowing smile. Born in the wooded reaches near Immersea, he was a huntsman before he was ever a warrior, living by his bow and his wits among the whispering trees. The forest became his temple, and its silence his teacher. When brigands burned his village and the Cormyrean patrols came too late, Morlan swore fealty not to crown or creed, but to balance — the justice that the wild itself demands.
Those who walk beside him find comfort in his calm and unease in his distance. He speaks softly, as though his words might startle the world awake, yet his arrows fly with the certainty of conviction. There is gentleness in him, though it is sheathed like a blade — not gone, but waiting, patient as the forest that shaped him.
Andelvorn Cormaeril Lawful Good Paladin (Inquisitor) Five fine fish (Immersea) When asked about his past, ANDELVORN CORMAERIL speaks with the even measure of one long accustomed to judgment. Scion of the once-great Cormaeril line, he was raised amidst splendor that turned to scandal and exile. Where his kin sought restoration through politics or coin, Andelvorn sought it in faith and steel, swearing his life to the Inquisition and the cleansing of corruption — both within the realm and within the soul. To those who meet him, he is as unyielding as the plate he wears, a man who measures sin as precisely as a mason lays stone.
Yet beneath his discipline lies something less certain — a quiet unrest that no prayer has eased. He claims to serve truth, but truth can wound as surely as it heals, and Andelvorn bears many unseen scars. In his gaze burns a light that is neither zeal nor hatred, but the weary fire of one who still believes, though belief has cost him dearly.
Dalorna Daerlun Lawful Neutral Fighter/Cleric Blushing Mermaid Inn (Dhedluk) When asked about her past, DALORNA DAERLUN answers with quiet conviction, her voice carrying the weight of both faith and fatigue. Once a mercenary’s daughter raised among the alleys and shrines of Daerlun, she found her calling not through revelation, but through necessity. The gods, she claims, do not always choose their servants — sometimes they simply find one still standing after all others have fallen. A life of conflict tempered her into steel, and from battlefields drenched in both glory and grief, she emerged a soldier-priest devoted as much to healing as to the strike of her hammer.
Those who know her speak of discipline born from pain and compassion forged from loss. Yet behind her resolute calm lies a weariness she seldom betrays, as though each prayer and each victory remind her how much has already been taken. In her faith burns not serenity, but endurance — the steadfast fire that refuses to die.
Calathira Uskevren Lawful Good Cleric/Mage South of Collinwood When asked about her past, CALATHIRA USKEVREN smiles with the poise of one raised among Sembia’s merchant princes, though her eyes betray a scholar’s burden rather than a noble’s ease. Born to wealth in Selgaunt, she was groomed for trade and politics, yet her mind wandered beyond ledgers and courtly intrigue to the mysteries of faith and arcana alike. Torn between divine order and mortal ambition, Calathira left her family’s marble halls for a life of study and service, seeking a truth untouched by coin or contract.
Her manner is composed, her words deliberate — the practiced calm of one who has mastered both diplomacy and doubt. Yet there lingers within her an unease that no ritual or spell can quiet, a fear that her pursuit of higher purpose may merely be another kind of vanity. Those who travel beside her see flashes of warmth and faith beneath the restraint, like sunlight glinting through fine-cut glass — fleeting, but pure.
Asmura Illinar True Neutral Fighter/Druid Caravan Crash site When asked about her past, ASMURA ILLINAR speaks as one might recall a dream — with fondness touched by distance. Born in the green hills east of Arabel, she grew beneath open skies and the endless murmur of the woods. Her people were hunters, gatherers, and quiet worshippers of the old gods, but Asmura’s heart was never content with ritual alone. When a storm took her kin and left her half-dead among shattered trees, she claimed it was the land itself that raised her anew — binding her life to root and river.
She walks now between the wild and the civilized, never wholly belonging to either. There is gentleness in her hands and fierceness in her eyes, a balance she guards as jealously as others guard gold. In her calm lies the weight of every creature she has healed and slain alike — a woman of the forest who loves deeply, and mourns quietly, for all that must be taken so that life endures.
Baeralith Trantle Neutral Evil Cleric of Talos Suzail  When asked about his past, BAERALITH TRANTLE gives no answer, only a wry half-smile that seems to mock both question and questioner. Once a devout cleric in service to the Morninglord, his sermons drew crowds not for their warmth but for the fervor that bordered on flame. Yet the same zeal that inspired the faithful also invited ruin. A scandal of doctrine and pride saw Baeralith cast from his temple and branded a heretic — a punishment he accepted with unnerving calm. Since then, he has wandered from shrine to battlefield, offering prayers that sound more like accusations than hymns.
Those who travel with him find a man both weary and unrelenting, his faith neither whole nor broken but sharpened into something dangerous. He speaks of the gods with equal measures of awe and contempt, as though he loves them still, yet cannot forgive them. In his gaze burns a conviction that even damnation can serve a purpose — so long as it is his own.
Eldorn Hawkwinter True Neutral Druid Ghars When asked about his past, ELDORN HAWKWINTER pauses, as if searching for memories buried beneath the roots of time itself. Born to a minor noble branch of Waterdeep’s Hawkwinter line, he turned from courtly halls to the wild places beyond their reach. There, among whispering pines and ancient stones, he found solace in solitude and the unspoken language of nature. Years became decades, and men’s politics faded from his concern. He returned to the world of cities only when the balance he cherished began to falter — when even the forests seemed to groan beneath the weight of mortal folly.
Those who meet Eldorn find wisdom tempered by melancholy, and patience edged with sorrow. He speaks of the cycle of life and decay not as philosophy, but as a truth lived and witnessed. To some, he is a sage; to others, a relic. Yet in his eyes burns the steady light of one who serves something older, and far more enduring, than any crown.
Arduskrel Ormbril Lawful Evil Conjurer (Mage) Dreamer's rock When asked about his past, ARDUSKREL ORMBRIL offers an elegant deflection, a turn of phrase polished enough to hide the truth beneath it. Born in Westgate to a family of minor scholars, he rose swiftly through the arcane academies of the Dragon Coast, his brilliance matched only by his appetite for forbidden study. Where others sought knowledge, Arduskrel sought mastery — over spell, over mind, over fate itself. Such ambition drew patrons both mortal and otherwise, and when his name vanished from the academy rolls, few dared inquire after it.
In company, Arduskrel is courteous, urbane, and distant, his words chosen as carefully as his spells. Yet there are moments, brief and unguarded, when a flicker of weariness betrays him — the look of one who has stared too long into the void and found it staring back. He claims that power is but a tool, yet his eyes tell another story: that of a man who wields the flame even as it consumes him.
Thorn Marliir Chaotic Neutral Wild Mage The Gilded Feather (Suzail)

When asked about her past, THORN MARLIIR laughs — not cruelly, but as one who has long since accepted the chaos of her own making. Born in Suzail to a lesser branch of the Marliir family, she was marked early by restless curiosity and a mind ill-suited to restraint. Apprenticeship under a court wizard lasted scarcely a season before her temper and her talent both flared beyond her master’s control. They say the fire that consumed his tower was “accidental,” though Thorn never denies it with much conviction.

Since then, she has wandered the Heartlands as a Wild Mage, half scholar, half storm. She treats magic as a living thing — capricious, beautiful, and ungovernable — and seems almost amused by the peril it brings. Beneath her mirth, however, lies something older and more fragile: a longing to belong in a world that fears her gift. To some, she is reckless; to others, cursed. To herself, she is simply free.
         
Wynsel Dauntinghorn Lawful Neutral Enchanter   When asked about her past, WYNSEL DAUNTINGHORN answers with courtly grace, though there is caution in her words, as if each has been measured before release. Born to the Dauntinghorn family of Cormyr, she was trained not in arms, as her kin before her, but in the subtler arts of persuasion and enchantment. Her talent for magic revealed itself early, her charm later — and both she learned to wield with precision befitting a noble scion. Yet privilege did not spare her from the intrigues of Suzail, and whispers of betrayal drove her from its marble halls into the uncertain roads beyond.
Those who know Wynsel find her serene yet guarded, a woman who can unmake anger with a word but seldom reveals her own heart. She speaks often of harmony and understanding, yet her eyes betray the loneliness of one who can see too clearly the thoughts of others — and has forgotten what it means to be truly known.
Marothian Uskevren Chaotic Evil Sorcerer  

When asked about her past, MAROTHIAN USKEVREN replies with a smile that never quite reaches her eyes. Born amid the splendor and shadow of Selgaunt, she was the youngest daughter of House Uskevren — a family whose fortunes were built upon charm, cunning, and carefully veiled corruption. Where her kin dealt in trade and intrigue, Marothian found her calling in sorcery, a talent whispered to run in the blood of their line. Her gifts set her apart, both feared and prized, and in time she left Sembia’s merchant courts behind, seeking freedom from the gilded cage of her birth.

Marothian carries herself with effortless poise, her confidence masking the flicker of uncertainty that lurks beneath. She wields her power as others wield a blade — gracefully, dangerously, and without apology. Yet behind the hauteur lies a trace of longing, as though she still yearns for the home she abandoned, or for a truth she has not yet dared to face.
Raele Alantar Chaotic Neutral Illusionist/Thief   When asked about her past, RAELE ALANTAR answers with a smirk and a shrug, as if her history were of little consequence. Born in the shadowed lanes of Suzail, she learned early that a quick hand and a quicker wit could open more doors than coin or title. Apprenticed first to a street conjurer and later to a less reputable guild, Raele discovered that illusion was not merely a craft — it was a way of living. Her spells deceive as deftly as her words, and few can say with certainty where truth ends and her performance begins.
To her companions, Raele is equal parts confidante and mystery, charming and elusive in the same breath. She hides behind humor and half-truths, though her laughter sometimes carries the edge of regret. Those who have caught her unguarded speak of a weariness in her eyes — the look of one who has seen too much of the world’s cruelty, and learned to survive it by pretending not to care.
Iltara Chaotic Good Fighter/Thief    When asked about her past, ILTARA grows quiet, her hand resting instinctively upon the hilt at her side. Born amid the intrigues of Cormyr’s noble courts, she was trained as both blade and shadow, serving first her house’s will and later her own. Whether her exile came by betrayal or choice, she does not say, though her silence speaks more truth than any confession might. Now she walks the roads between loyalty and lawlessness, her daggers answering questions her tongue will not.
Those who fight beside her see a woman of precision — disciplined, restrained, yet haunted by something left undone. She treats duty as armor and solitude as a weapon, but neither hides the restlessness that burns behind her measured gaze. In the stillness before battle, she sometimes whispers names to no one in particular, as if reminding the dead — or herself — that she has not yet forgotten.
Jetharyon Illance Chaotic Neutral Bard (Blade kit)   When asked about his past, JETHARYON ILLANCE offers a courtly bow and a jest so polished it feels like a practiced evasion. Once a darling of Suzail’s salons and ballrooms, he was born into the same Illance bloodline that has sired knights and courtiers for generations — though Jetharyon preferred the stage to the battlefield. His songs won him patrons and scandal in equal measure, his tongue as quick as his wit. Yet a whispered affair, or perhaps a duel gone too far, ended his comfortable life among the nobility. Now he travels the realm as a bard without a home, his harp and rapier his only inheritance.
Those who meet him find charm that borders on arrogance and laughter that hides too much pain. He claims to live for the moment, yet his gaze often drifts toward memories unspoken. Beneath the wit and melody lies the ache of a man who has learned that fame fades, but shame endures — and both make for excellent stories.
Marantha Aluendral True Neutral Bounty Hunter (Thief kit)   When asked about her past, MARANTHA ALUENDRAL replies with the easy confidence of one accustomed to danger — and to concealing its source. Once an agent of Cormyr’s hidden circles, she served quietly as the realm’s unseen hand, hunting those who worked against the Crown. But the intrigues of court and the blood she spilled in the name of duty left marks that no blade could carve. One day she vanished from Suzail without a word, trading whispered orders and gilded halls for the freedom of the open road.
To those who travel beside her, Marantha is sharp-eyed and unflinchingly practical, quick to act and quicker still to vanish when the wind changes. Yet there is a restlessness to her, a weariness in the way she studies every horizon as though expecting pursuit. She claims she seeks no redemption — only the next contract — but when she thinks no one sees, her gaze drifts toward the sunset, soft and unguarded, as though remembering something worth returning to.
Estele Bleth Neutral Evil Thief   When asked about her past, ESTELE BLETH answers with practiced composure, the kind honed by years of courtly deceit. Once a daughter of House Bleth — a name spoken in Cormyr with both reverence and suspicion — she was raised amid whispered intrigues and velvet-draped betrayals. Trained to read every glance and silence as though it were scripture, Estele learned that survival often depends less upon truth than upon the artful shaping of it. When her family’s fortunes crumbled under the weight of their own ambition, she slipped away into the shadows that had so long been her tutors.
Estele is a thief by trade and a noble by temperament, her poise masking a heart both proud and wounded. She steals with precision, not hunger; her crimes seem almost acts of philosophy rather than greed. Those who look closely, however, might glimpse the conflict behind her calm — a woman torn between the blood that damned her and the freedom that now defines her.
Selannethra Truesilver Lawful Good Monk   When asked about her past, SELANNETHRA TRUESILVER lowers her gaze, as though her history were a burden best carried in silence. Born of noble Cormyrean blood, she turned from the glitter of her family’s halls to the quiet austerity of the monastic life. Where others sought glory through blade or decree, Selannethra sought truth through stillness and discipline, believing enlightenment might cleanse her lineage of its many sins. Years of study and solitude forged her into something both serene and unyielding — a weapon tempered by faith, guided not by passion but by purpose.
Yet beneath her calm lies the faint echo of doubt, a whisper she strives to master but never quite silences. She speaks seldom of the past, and less still of the family whose name she bears, though her eyes soften when tales of Cormyr’s honor are told. In her silence dwells peace, and perhaps sorrow — the quiet ache of one who has given everything to the gods, save herself.
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