Description
A slight scent reminiscent of sage-fired campfires catches your nose.
When you look around you notice the tall, wiry and deeply tanned elf nearby.
His longish brown hair hangs loose save for a single braid on the right side.
Entwined in the braid are small beads of turquoise and onyx, each
with an intricate carving of an animal or plant.
Well cared for leathers, though more than a little dusty adorn the thin frame
And a bit of dark mud splatters the sides of his boots and leggings as though
he had recently wandered through a wet meadow or swamp.
Deep grey eyes, the color of smoke from a heartwood fire peer restlessly at
the nearby vegetation perhaps looking for food, or signs of regeneration.
Role
The Initial Mission.
Added Sun Oct 23 15:13:33 2005 at level 3:
I am a simple elf from a deep woods clan that has long worshipped
the powers of the storms that rake across the land.
Our clan has long seen the continued degradation of our hunting grounds.
But we are a cautious group and it wasn't until the settlers nearby came
and started clearing the woods of our tribal lands that we decided enough was enough.
And so I, like a few others among the younger members, have been sent forth.
Our mission is to learn the extent of the damage to the realm at large.
And to report back to the clan if we can find signs of the gods of the Ancient times.
These old ones will surely not like what has become of their works and will rise up
to restore the realm and our hunting lands. All I have to do is find the signs.
The wanderings
Added Wed Dec 21 12:06:46 2005 at level 40:
It has been a long time since last I sat across the fire from the elders.
This world is bigger, bigger by far than I had imagined.
It is peopled with those far worse than the settlers as well, though
they are but the forefront of the changes that have been taking place.
My search led me through the darkest woods and murkiest swamps,
as well as the snowiest peaks and driest of deserts.
And yet I did find signs of the Ancients. They did not disappear to
the ages but seem to be slumbering still. Or at least most of them.
The few awakened have made a focal point for a loose alliance,
peoples of various races and paths who seek the same things my clan does:
A return to the wilder days of old where there was balance
between the deer and the wolf, the rabbit and the hawk,
and people and the lands. This has restored my once waning hope
that the Ancients will awaken sooner rather than later.
Indeed, like the calm before the mightiest of storms, I can
almost sense the Ancients turning to awaken, even now.
The Storm of the Ancients.
Added Tue Jan 10 17:00:29 2006 at level 51:
An almost countless numbers of full moons have risen and set it seems,
since last I hunted in our clan woods. I made one trip
back to the elders to report what I had found.
I was much saddened by the news that many of the others sent out
have never been heard from again. In my absence, the clan has grown smaller
the repeated sendings of our youth to scout for the Ancients has left many
fires gone cold. Yet a few, like myself have brought back signs of hope.
I reported to the elders that I had found distinct signs of the Ancients.
I have even seen more signs of the awakening, not all have slumbered
to oblivion. So the hope remains, yet the wanderings had ignited
something in myself as well, a hungering to slow and reverse
the spread of the disease of civilization. So I left the clan again.
And now hunt again with the friends of the refuge to try and stem the loss.
To draw out the storms of renewal and let the walls tumble for the ages.
The lessons of the elders remain with me though: patience in the hunt
recognizing the ways of your prey and pouncing when they least expect it.
These things I try to master.