Description
Slender and chiseled, the male wood-elf before you is clad
in a pair of light brown breeches with soft, supple leather
boots and a dull gray, hooded cloak. A shirt of faint green
adorns his upper torso and he carries a thick deerskin
rucksack over his shoulders. A pair of large scroll cases
hang from either side of the rucksack, and a thick heartstone
buckle adorns his worn leather belt. A soft brown sack hangs
easily from his hip. It is obvious this wood-elf is a well
travelled one just by the ease with which he moves. Fine
boned facial features and a sharp point to his ears give him
a roguish, dashing look, even by the fair standards of his
people. Light green eyes with silver flecks flank his thin
nose and seem to dance with though when open. A thin band
of silver leaves intertwined upon a branch adorns the ring
finger of his right hand. Closer inspection reveals that..
Role
Synopsis
Added Tue Oct 24 17:51:43 2006 at level 50:
Many things define Athellnon Silverleaf, complexity of character, ease in
interacting with others, competancy in both bardcraft and combat. He is truly
the jack of all trades most bards are known for.
Beneath the typical wood-elven demeanor however, lies a thirst for knowledge
that rivals an anti-paladin's thirst for souls. He can move from an
easy-going drinker to a driven explorer of parts best left unknown.
A simple need to know the answer to most all questions regarding history and
lore is the driving force behind almost all of his adventures. Born to normal
parents, he was the child who stayed at home, reading every book in the
familial library while his friends were out frolicking in the forests. The
only thing to tear him away from his love of knowledge has been his love for
his betrothed, Aelinnaria. Having grown up with her, his devotion to her is
unquestionable, and frequently he finds himself having to end joyous
adventures to arrive promptly at his arranged meetings with her. Planning
their wedding has been rough. Born to a wealthy family, her parents do not
approve of Athellnon in the way either had hoped.
Around the middle of his adventuring days, Athellnon found the need to share
his knowledge growing. He sought a repository of sorts for such knowledge,
that others who sought it might one day have access to said information. His
studies determined only the Celestial Lyceum fit this bill. As he learned
more, he felt the calling of the Heralds, and sought to add his talents to
their ranks. Thankfully the wise and beautiful fela Iunna had returned from a
slumber of sorts to lead the Heralds as she had as a mortal. Her questions
for Athellnon left him with lingering questions of his own, but soon he was
accepted into the ranks of Herald. The only sadness he has found due to this
is when the High Herald Eacer collapsed and died in front of his very eyes, a
mere moment before Athellnon warned him not to wield the axe, Rancor, the
Black Blade of Yzekon. Yet another example of how knowledge could have
prevented sadness, he recalled, but his service to Herald remains and he
hopes one day to add many works to the Lyceum so that others can find the
enlightenment he has.
His future days should include lots of exploring, some drinking, and
countless stories told in front of the fire with a captive audience to
partake of such enjoyment. In addition, Athellnon hopes that when his
marriage is complete, his future father in law will allow him to peruse their
personal library, a place said to hold knowledge left secret for ages.