Description
Lithely muscled and long of limb, this elven warrior is tall even for one
of his kin, perhaps four inches over six feet if not a little more. The
ivory glow of his skin is thrown into sharp relief by the deep black of his
hair, worn long and pulled into a utilitarian tail at the back of his head.
Eyes of a pale grey close to silver stare out from a face made harsh by the
stripes of white pigment which bisect either cheek, the paint akin to two
slashes of snow upon an already pale canvas.
Role
A little bit of loathing.
Added Sat Jan 31 01:25:45 2026 at level 34:
Many will hate me for what I believe. Even those who profess to be my
allies will doubtless find great fault in my lack of compromise.
They will garb me in epithets of crimson. Butcher, murderer, unrepentant
killer; and yet this raiment red I wear gladly, for they do not see as I
see. They have not mourned as I have mourned, not of life's unjustly spent,
but of something far worse.
They do not understand that we languish in autumn, and what must come to
pass for this time of unfeeling iron and defiler's paradise to end is for
the rotten leaves to fall in their totality.
So do we set the spark and let it burn as those who reave would do?
Do we tend that which is yet green and let hopes gentle glow soothe our
woes?
No and no.
We cut that which must be cut, and save that which is worth saving, and do
it if not with joy, then with resolve.
But this grim autumn must end, and though it hues the soul and makes the
heart weigh heavy, there can be but one thing that follows before hope may
spring a new.
Winter.
Hate me, if you will. Curse me, if you will.
But I shall tell you of the beginning, and perhaps, amidst misplaced
loathing, you shall also understand.
May we yet see spring.
I pray that we do.
Not so different.
Added Sat Jan 31 01:28:29 2026 at level 34:
"Without death there would not be decay and new life. Death is the only
inevitable part of life. Guaranteed from the moment a child begins
breathing."
- Qhab'Rertnat, the Qhabiszan Priest of Death
If you were to search for two more different parents, you would need look
no further than my own. Perhaps there is something to the whole opposites
attract, or perhaps it is simply that love works in mysterious ways.
They met at the temple of Qhabiszan. I have never been, and I am told that
it is a dangerous journey. What compelled them to leave I do not know for
certain, for they were silent on the matter even as I grew older and
pressed for answers; though I can assume that disapproval was no small part.
After all, my father was a priest of Summer, and my mother was of Autumn.
Many are the humans of Qhabiszan, and though I hold only fondness for such
people in my heart, they are not of the elven blood. So often polarised, so
often sworn to a single course above all others, fleeting as they are in
all their vibrance.
I do not doubt that they did not approve, vocally or in silence. One can
tell.
So it was that I grew up roaming the northern plains with my parents and
younger sister, far from the teachings of Qhabiszan, but doubtless touched
by them nevertheless, and heavily at least in part. It was taught to me
from the day that I can first recall of the seasons, of great fertile
spring, joyous summers bounty, Autumn's reclaiming touch and, of course, of
deep and grimmest winter.
I grew seeing the world through this lens. Not as men would measure them
with calendars and maps, with soulless device of measurement and
mathematics, but as mythos and macrocosm both.
The seasons are bigger than us. They are concepts as old as time. Renewal.
Life. Decay. Death. We gave them names and bound them in our understanding
to the flow of time, but they far eclipse such notions. To understand this
is to see the world differently.
I tell you this so you may see the world as I see it, but at once know the
truth of me.
For I fear, dear reader, that I, at least in part, am not so different
from those humans that I so gently chide but scant words ago.
Not so different, at all.
A father's fear.
Added Sat Jan 31 01:30:09 2026 at level 34:
I dread for my son, for there is so much of his mother in him.
I love her more than I can put to speech, and yet I know her as well as I
know myself: and in that knowing I know how far on much we do diverge.
Summer is a time of joy. A time of excess. A time when food is plentiful be
it claimed in the honourable hunt or from the bounty of the boughs and soil.
Yet above all of these, Summer is a time of life, a celebration of that
most precious thing of all.
Who can not love summer? Who can not be content in that kindest of the
seasons?
My dear wife, for one.
There are those that see a life, and think first and foremost not of its
splendour, but of how fleeting and fragile a thing it is. They see the
excess of Summer, and instead of praise its wonder, honour what must surely
follow in decline. I can look upon the great cycle and appreciate
reclamation for what it is: but I can take no joy in it.
This is something to which we shall never reach accord concerning, and we
have long made peace with that truth.
But it worries me, for the eyes are but the window to the soul, and though
I see the setting Autumn's sun in my heart's eyes:
I have ever seen but the light of the winter moon in those of my son.
And that terrifies me, for I know too well what such men may yet become.
And what father wishes for such a bloodstained future for his children?
Summer's end.
Added Sat Jan 31 01:31:31 2026 at level 34:
Perhaps the happiest days of my early life were those times spent with my
younger sister. No great gap separated us, by the reckoning of my people,
but a decade and some years besides. There is little of my father in me
beyond the skin deep matters: and we would often jest that all his cloth
was saved for her.
So full of life and pleasure at the simple things, I often felt a passenger
in a summer storm, and was happy to be such for the longest time: and
perhaps my most close held wish would be for those simpler times to once
more come again. I find beauty in the rivers and the trees, in the sighing
of the wind and the crashing of the rapids, but not as she did.
Never as she did.
I was as a shadow, cast harsh upon the snow, a pale shade trailing in her
wake, and in my foolish youth, in time, I grew weary of her boundless
energy.
So one day, as we set down camp as we had a thousand times before, I
declined her offer to join her in her latest quest, to find the falcon
nests that must surely lie nearby.
It is the greatest regret of my life, that my last memory of her shall be
the disappointment in her face, the first and last time I would snub her
company.
Perhaps if I had been there, it would have been different.
A foolish notion, I know. Two corpses beneath defiler blades, and nothing
else to show for it but a doubling of despair.
And yet I wonder still, and fear I always will.
A mask of Winter white.
Added Sat Jan 31 01:34:50 2026 at level 34:
I could have gone down dark roads in those following years, though
doubtless many in the years to come will accuse me of such sin.
How many, stricken by mourning, fall to wicked vice and corruption to salve
a wounded soul and so only set those wounds with pus?
I was blessed to yet have my parents, and though their grief was a thing to
match or eclipse my own, they possessed the wisdom of years where in my
person it was yet lacking.
My father would often counsel me to remember the good times spent. To
celebrate life. To mourn, but not become malign.
I fear however that I have always been my mother's son, and her lessons
were starker ones. Cruel, some might claim, though I felt there was no
cruelty in either intention or result, at least in the manner that men
would judge it so. The storm can be cruel, but is it a cruel thing? A
distinction beyond our ability to articulate, perhaps, but one we
understand as naturally as breathing. This is simply how things are, and
there is no ill in that truth.
We spoke long of Autumn and the way of things; and though I learned the
lessons well she aimed to teach, I came to believe a thing the same and yet
apart.
Perhaps I am a poor student. Perhaps there is some righteousness in me.
Perhaps I am but a fool: but I cannot accept that all leaves should fall
the same, that all are equal beneath the cycle's march.
There is a peace in autumn, in knowing that the leaves will some day fall.
In knowing that we all expire and return to nature's soil. That we are a
part of the cycle, and Autumn is the fulcrum upon which that great wheel
turns.
But it was not enough for me.
I have not the joy of Summer, and I fear, dear reader, that in this I may
prove too weak to suffer Autumn's most grim solace gladly, for doubtless we
are in the most harsh of Autumns, when rotten leaves cling to branch and
bough while that which yet lives is cut loose.
This is not how it should be.
This rot. These defilers are the blight in the cycle's heart.
And, I fear, I am but Winter's creature.
So as I grew, I thought, and came to that most bitter resolve: that it is
better to cut the rotten leaves rather then to wait for all to take its
course, and to do as Winter beasts have long since toiled. To preserve
those things most dear, despite the chilling embrace of the darkest of the
seasons to come.
Let us see Winter.
Let us cut what must be cut, and save that which must be saved.
And then blessed Spring may at last come, and I shall scrub the Winter's
mask that I daubed upon my face, and set down the blades of stone and bone.
Character sheet.
Added Sat Jan 31 01:37:03 2026 at level 34:
Ezaerwenn Saiga is the son of a priest of Summer and a priestess of Autumn
from the temple of Qhabiszan. He grew up being taught to view the world
through the lens of the seasons, so addresses these as overarching concepts
more than as times of the year.
His younger sister was killed by 'defilers'. Ambiguous intentionally which
kind, as he views them all equally. Rather narrow minded on this issue, if
its a defiler its bad. A lot of his worldview has been shaped by the
feeling he was partially to blame for this and should have done more.
When coming to terms with the loss he was unable to accept that it is
simply the natural order that defilers may carry out their depredations
against nature and thrive whereas those he views as being harmonious with
nature are slain. His mindset aligns with a view of the world where they
must cut the 'rotten' leaves (defilers) while preserving that which does
live in harmony with Nature (cut what must be cut, save what must be saved
as in Winter etc).
He does not consider himself a good person, but does consider himself a
positive force performing necessary acts.
Quick season explanations through his viewpoint:
Autumn is where he believes the world is, stuck in a corrupted Autumn where
the wrong 'leaves' (lives) are being lost due to the acts of the defilers.
Winter is where he believes they must go, a harsh time but one free of
defiler influence, he also uses it as an analogue for death (so may
threaten someone with Winter, etc).
Spring is aspirational to him, but something he believes he will never see.
In the context of Outlander he'd believe this would be Thar-eris returning,
when everything is once more as it should be.
Summer is a season he will not reference much. He has a deep seeded guilt
complex and believes himself unworthy of Summer, but may say he hopes
someone else will see it as a nice thing to say. If Spring is Hope, Summer
would be happiness.
Cabal: outlander. Very intolerant of defilers of any kind, not someone who
will play nice in this respect. While paladins et al would be a lower
priority to him he doesn't make a distinction between say, an imperial and
an azure, both are intolerable.
Sphere: death. The concept associated with Winter in Qhabiszan.
PK Wins
Jan 24, 2026|Lv 15|Galadon|Jalvin vs 2: [16] Royceld (68%), [15] Ezaerwenn (31%, slice)
Jan 24, 2026|Lv 18|Maethien|Jalvin vs 2: [20] Royceld (24%, mental jolt), [18] Ezaerwenn (75%)
Jan 24, 2026|Lv 20|East Sumner's Road|Sugui vs 2: [25] Royceld (58%), [20] Ezaerwenn (41%, stab)
Jan 25, 2026|Lv 23|The Bandit Stronghold|Hanri vs 1: [23] Ezaerwenn (100%, penetrating acid)
Jan 28, 2026|Lv 30|Udgaard|Yygrath vs 2: [30] Ezaerwenn (85%, penetrating acid), [25] Caserque (14%)
Jan 28, 2026|Lv 30|Feanwyyn Weald|Elion vs 1: [30] Ezaerwenn (100%, stab)
Jan 28, 2026|Lv 30|The Galadon Sewers|Rakuatha vs 2: [30] Jakii (17%), [30] Ezaerwenn (82%, searing cut)
Jan 29, 2026|Lv 30|The Grove|Gulguos vs 1: [30] Ezaerwenn (100%, parting blow)
Jan 29, 2026|Lv 33|Galadon|Hanri vs 1: [33] Ezaerwenn (100%, magic)
Jan 30, 2026|Lv 33|The Pass|Gulguos vs 1: [33] Ezaerwenn (100%, magic)
Feb 1, 2026 |Lv 35|BattleRager Village|Finktisae vs 1: [35] Ezaerwenn (100%, magic)
Feb 1, 2026 |Lv 35|The Slave Mines of Sitran|Neximarana vs 1: [35] Ezaerwenn (100%, slice)
Feb 1, 2026 |Lv 37|The Eastern Road|Gurwunt vs 1: [37] Ezaerwenn (100%, searing cut)
Feb 1, 2026 |Lv 37|Galadon|Gurwunt vs 2: [35] Jakii (25%, torments), [37] Ezaerwenn (74%)
Feb 3, 2026 |Lv 40|The Galadon Sewers|Malith vs 2: [40] Ezaerwenn (43%), [43] Gurwunt (56%, caustic smash)
Feb 3, 2026 |Lv 40|The Frigid Wasteland|Rakuatha vs 1: [40] Ezaerwenn (100%, brutal attack)
Feb 4, 2026 |Lv 40|The Inn of the Eternal Star|Dariont vs 1: [40] Ezaerwenn (100%, searing cut)
Feb 4, 2026 |Lv 42|The Frozen Gorge|Ymstrecca vs 3: [51] Muirrigg (55%, bite), [42] Ezaerwenn (31%), [42] Baltinar (12%)
Feb 7, 2026 |Lv 51|Ayr'Trinil, the Arial City|Det vs 1: [51] Ezaerwenn (100%, parting blow)
Feb 8, 2026 |Lv 51|Shepherd's Row|Vashgul vs 3: [51] Ezaerwenn (30%), [51] Athnelis (29%), [51] Sezaryal (39%, brutal attack)
Feb 8, 2026 |Lv 51|The Dragon Sea|Vashgul vs 1: [51] Ezaerwenn (100%, disembowelment) *Disemboweled*
Feb 8, 2026 |Lv 51|Galadon|Dulfung vs 2: [51] Ezaerwenn (78%, disembowelment), [51] Yoglolthen (21%) *Disemboweled*
Feb 9, 2026 |Lv 51|Mortorn|Dosmanzo vs 1: [51] Ezaerwenn (100%, parting blow)
Feb 9, 2026 |Lv 51|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|Dosmanzo vs 1: [51] Ezaerwenn (100%, brilliant radiance)
Feb 9, 2026 |Lv 51|Silverwood|Dulfung vs 2: [51] Ezaerwenn (28%, brilliant radiance), [51] Baltinar (71%)
Feb 10, 2026|Lv 51|The Outlander Refuge|Dondonxa vs 1: [51] Ezaerwenn (100%, disembowelment) *Disemboweled*
Feb 14, 2026|Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|Rakuatha vs 3: [51] Kushkuna (5%), [51] Ezaerwenn (57%, brilliant radiance), [51] Athnelis (37%)
Feb 15, 2026|Lv 51|Voralian City|Ghaldron vs 1: [51] Ezaerwenn (100%, disembowelment) *Disemboweled*
Feb 15, 2026|Lv 51|Ayr'Trinil, the Arial City|Zarloth vs 2: [51] Ezaerwenn (9%, hamstring slice), [51] Vazthiir (90%)
Feb 15, 2026|Lv 51|Arkham|Vuxa vs 3: [51] Ezaerwenn (21%), [51] Vazthiir (45%, claw), [51] Athelos (33%)
Feb 15, 2026|Lv 51|Eaststride Road|Zograthe vs 2: [51] Athelos (28%), [51] Ezaerwenn (71%, brilliant radiance)
PK Deaths
Feb 1, 2026 |Lv 37|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|vs 1: [40] Gurwunt (100%, slash)
Feb 3, 2026 |Lv 40|Forest of Prosimy|vs 1: [43] Gurwunt (100%, suction)
Feb 3, 2026 |Lv 40|The Oryx Steppes|vs 1: [40] Rakuatha (100%, punch)
Feb 4, 2026 |Lv 42|The Outlander Refuge|vs 2: [51] Ymstrecca (54%, freezing cut), [47] Elereaux (45%)
Feb 8, 2026 |Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|vs 2: [51] Iada (54%), [51] Vashgul (45%, caustic slime)