Description
Before you stands a wood-elf, his six foot frame resting
easily beneath the folds of a heavy wool cloak. Muscular,
if not a bit on the wiry side, he seems to have spent most
of his time on the roads. With well traveled woodsman
gear, and heavily worn armor, there seems to be nothing
about him that would refute that simple fact. His handsome
face seems to be slightly weathered against the elements,
yet you notice that his long dark hair seems very well kept,
as if he had just come from the city that very morning.
His luggage looks worn as well, any trace of a leatherworks
insignia having been worn off long ago, along with a trio
of what seems to be different colored ribbons (black, green,
and red) wrapped tightly about each bicep. As for what
those might mean you can hardly begin to guess, yet with
the cool glint in his dark eyes and the strange looking
sheathes tucked tightly up against his sides, it may not be
a good idea to ask.
Role
Blood On the Rood
Added Thu Jan 4 22:58:02 2007 at level 36:
remember very little of the first years in thera.
I do remember one thing very clearly. That is
day I lost the parents I never knew, I cannot
I loved them for they were taken far too soon
me to know such a feeling. However I do
the incident like it happened just the
day. I cannot recall my age, only that I was
a few years on this earth. I could walk and I
see, I was born in the Holy grove. So near to
Eastern road I often saw traveling merchants
through. I remember the day I wandered to
road, and I saw a group being ambushed. My
went to intervene, to help the innocent
and were also cut down before my eyes by
clad in black armor. I watched helplessly as
road itself became crimson in color and these
who were merely trying to live died because of
greed of another. This was my first encounter
injustice, I ran back into the grove and found
familiar and took him back to the road. The
were Gone by then, although he did see the remains
my parents and brought me back into the Grove. I was
by the druids and rangers of the grove until I
of age to begin training, but I knever grew to
myself to the forest as they had. So I was sent
Eryn Galen in the North, to train in weapons and not
and magic. I spent many years under the tutelage
the warriors there, and it was there I encountered
notion of Balance. All things are part of something
we all have a place in the circle of balance.
do not remember much of my time there, a few bar brawls
some fights over squabbles. I protected the smaller
from the bullies small things like this, when It
time for me to leave, i was imparted a few minor gifts;
as my sheathes, and sent back home. For the first time
many years I had set eyes on the eastern road, and it
looked blood red in my eyes.
Of justice and Friendship
Added Thu Jan 4 23:31:57 2007 at level 36:
have come to know many in my years walking the land.
left the Grove shortly after returning from my training.
road called to me, the blood of the innocent called to
Or perhaps it was something more, the night before
left I had a strange and vivid dream. A silver spirit
to me, called me to seek the blood of the wicked.
my dream I answered that I was no high elf, possesed of
goodly nature but rather a gray elf. The spirit answered
with this " there is no good, there is no Evil, I am
Do my will, seek the blood of those who spill blood
greed and pleasure. Seek justice for the innocents of the
who suffer death continually at their hands." After this;role +I was handed two sheathed longblades, their names never spoken;role +yet still known to me."Pyretongue and FrostTomb" Weapons
only to me in dream. I still have this dream, less
now, but it sill comes to me. After that night, I
to do as the Dream spirit bade me, I left to help
innocent of thera. Wherever an innocent suffered the
of another, I would try to help them despite danger
my own person. In my wanderings I foudn my way to the
inn of the eternal star. It is here I met my first
friends. Sharwyn and Deylani, Sharwyn I fell in love
though she never knew. Her kind spirit and want to
have everything well in her Inn won my heart over.
a bard of my own racial bloodlines, the most
and jovial person I had ever met. he who gave me
first truly fine weapon, which to my regret I lost.
two were my friends, I had no others, for to my dismay
foudn those who were my friends one day could be my
the next shoudl they attack an innocent, for my path
not make for allowances for friend or ally. These two
they were never malicious to others, they kept the
of the inn and that was all. I spent many years in
out of the Inn, meeting many who I kept at arms length
travel. I did not wish to have to make enemies of
whom I decided to call friend, and was fortunate
most times to not have to take up blade against
It was a sad day when Deylani and Sharwyn passed,
after, I fell into a sleep of depression not to
for many years.
Wisdom with age
Added Thu Jan 4 23:51:13 2007 at level 36:
awoke just before magic began to fall into chaos.
who were young when I began my sleep were now
Many had grown to great power, others had
down to a more homely existence. I began to
the roads once more, seeking companions to
me hone my abilities and criminals to try to
to justice. The dreams continue to come when
sleep, of the spirit and the swords. As I traveled
met new people who would outgrow me, and I came to
with the fact that I would outlive many I would
in this life of mine and that it should not sadden
I also learned wisdom in the recent years since I
I cannot serve justice if I am dead, and quite
I have fallen to a opponent beyond my mean to
So I have amended my ways, I will protect the
where I go, but I will not send myself into
battle I cannot win and upset balance with two deaths
of merely one. It may seem flawed in word, but I
one man. I must know my limitations. It was soon after
awoke I met my newest friends, Meora, A friend who
on a dark path and amended her ways as she
in life. I traveled with her a bit and in
she passed me. I do not mind such things though,
when we met she worked in my favorite place to
the time. It was here I also met Tiatan, A more
fellow I have never had the privilege of
Both have passed now, and I miss them dearly.
the lessons they imparted will endure, Meora one
peace and acceptance and Tiatan one of thought
action while enjoying each moment of life.
always sought to help their fellow man as well.
am over two hundred years now, nearing my three
I have just recently learned of a god who
share my view of justice, although I hear he is
in deep sleep. I feel I must find his place of
and awaken him, perhaps he has been waiting
one like me to awaken him...