Description
A ragged young arial is before you, covering head to haunches in ivory
feathers showing the distinct signs of abuse. Mis-aligned, burnt edges, even
missing completely - his body shows the evidence of profound suffering at
some elemental hand. A once proud yellow beak is prematurely chipped and
cracked, with the entire front of the top portion missing and replaced with a
makeshift wooden facsimile, fastened to his face with simple leather straps
and brass buckles. Pale blue eyes are obscured by a murky grey film, odd in
one with so few years. His clothing provides a sharp contrast to his
features, being cut from the finest cloth and adorned with simple but
precious stones of various cuts and colors - evidence of refined
craftsmanship acquired at great cost. Nothing else of note is evident, save
for blue swatches of cloth on his shoulders reminiscent of military insignia.
Role
Seedling
Added Sun Jun 18 15:14:02 2023 at level 15:
The duty of a royal stormcaster is simple - cause as much material damage to
your foes as physically possible. Whether this is focused on enemy flesh,
encampments, or the very field of battle itself is unimportant. A
historically honored and lucrative role, at the pinnacle of it's mastery the
very living earth itself could be swept away under flood, fire, and
hurricane-force electrical storms. Utilizing natural born affinities, this is
the life I found myself immersed in, and I both gave and received profound
elemental violence in scores of desperate skirmishes. This may have been my
path in perpetuity, until one eventful night found our regiment on the
receiving end of a particularly savage melee. The skies opened in dense
curtains of rain that blinded and choked the men, and blasts of blinding
strokes of lightning tore into our ranks. I still do not know if any survived
aside from myself, I never returned to count the dead. I only know that I
found myself washed up on the banks of swollen river in the midst of a forest
that was foreign to me.I had no choice but to rely on the simple wood craft
resting in childhood memories that I had managed to retain after a life
primarily lived on city streets.
The wooded glade I chose as a place of
recovery and healing proved to be my salvation. The quiet allowed me to
comprehend the elemental songs, and I finally heard the soft melody of my
spirit join these canticles when I channeled the primal flows into
spellcraft. It was clear to me then that the way forward was far from the
busy streets, and instead through the softer harmonies of sky, land , and
water.
PK Wins
Jun 27, 2023|Lv 22|Keep of Ceawlin|Witarg vs 1: [22] Gilafal (100%, wall of fire)
Jul 2, 2023 |Lv 28|Mount Calandaryl|Kerdunkle vs 1: [28] Gilafal (100%, smash)
Jul 18, 2023|Lv 30|The Outlander Refuge|Xarpu vs 2: [30] Gilafal (0%), [37] Suillesnu (100%, claw)