Description
A lithe being is before you, the almond color of his skin creating a crisp
contrast to the streaks of raven colored hair that hang wildly about his
head. A set of rather pointed ears protrude from the blackened wisps of
hair, their shape easily betraying his elven heritage. They sit to either
side of a slender face, and a distinct set of cheekbones frame in the emerald
eyes that peer out from above them. There is a certain look of savagery
about this being, mostly due to the rather subdued and tattered condition of
the clothing he wears. His body is held erect when standing, and is thinly
framed by a set of slender shoulders. There is also a certain herbal smell
emitted from his direction, the odor containing a slightly pungent tinge to
it. Judging by his dress and the amount of mud and sand he tracks with him,
it is safe to assume he has spend many a day within the wilds.
Role
Departing the circle
Added Tue Jun 26 15:36:12 2007 at level 1:
Raised from a young beginning within the circle of Go'Shesh, a group of both
healers and druids, Hyrieden was what was known simply as a community child.
Being raised within the circle was an event that taken up by all of those
within the circle. Each child was nurtured in the ways of nature and each of
the members within the circle added to the nurturing. All races were
considered equal -- the wood elf, the high elf, the human, arials, clouds and
gnomes alike all found solace within the woods of Elatar and the circle of
Go'Shesh. Known as the protectors of its forest, each young initiate was
brought up to learn to live within nature as well as to keep it alive and
flourishing. It is through Spirit that the forest lived on, and those
initiates of the circle were taught of how its ways made their home eternal.
Hyrieden was no exception, and was taught in these ways as a youngling.
Having seen the circle and its perpetual life that came from it, Hyrieden
felt the need to spread its philosophies further into the world. Knowing
Elatar as a place of Utopia where peace was constant, Hyrieden began to set
out on a journey into far away lands that knew not the peace of Elatar. After
seeking council with the elder members of the circle, he was advised of one
in faraway lands that would likely help him in the task he had taken upon
him. While his powers within nature were strong in Elatar, the enchantment of
the circle would not pass further than its most outstretched branch. It was
the wise elders that informed him of the great Sebeok and his abilities to
grant Hyrieden the powers he would need in order to continue with what he
sought out. Hearing such, Hyrieden set out his journey to the home of the
great Sebeok to seek his blessings and bring forth his word into the lands
that they may know of the ways of the great Sebeok and his teachings that
brought for the ways of Elatar.
Progression
Added Mon Jul 2 12:17:42 2007 at level 24:
It had been many years since Hyrieden had seen his home and the circle.He
had begun his quest within the lands about him and right now his mind had
been set on the tasks thus far.He had managed to garner the blessings of
Sebeok, but had yet to come face to face with the great ancient himself.
Nonetheless though, he felt the Ancient course throughout him, the blessings
bestowed upon him thriving inside. With these blessings, Hyrieden never felt
alone. He always found solace in that.He had also joined a group of those
who believed much as his circle had. While his affiliation with them was
new, he felt a certain connection to all those he had met within the tree.
There they all were with the same struggles and fight. While the word
Thar-Eris was new to him, it was the same utopia spoken of within his
homelands. Hearing others preach of it excited Hyrieden. His belief in it
now had become stronger than ever. So it was that Hyrieden progressed, and
moved forward each day.Each day a free spirit, each day a freer of spirits.
A System of Beliefs
Added Tue Jul 24 16:31:20 2007 at level 39:
The members of GoShesh had become quite a distant memory in the mind of
Hyrieden by now. It had been near two centuries since he last walked there
amongst the peaceful branches and calming streams. Still, Elatar was vivid
in his mind. If anything, it served as a constant reminder to how his new
home could be. The teachings of GoShesh still resonated in the mind of
Hyrieden, and although many moons had come and gone since his departure, he
still felt it close to his heart.
Thus far, most of the life of Hyrieden was spent not as the teacher he
thought he might have been, but instead as the punisher. There were many
that served to taint the lands of Thera, and Hyrieden has seen many a day
spent in their pursuit.The majority of his despises and discontent centered
on those who called themselves black magicians.They were the army of the
black legion, and Hyrieden had sworn himself to spend every ounce of his life
fighting their ways. They were the targets most sought after by Hyrieden.
There were also those that raised the dead and blasphemed against the natural
process of vivimancy, those that raped women to produce foul offspring and
defiled the very manner of fertility, and of course those who would enslave
the spirit. Some, Hyrieden found, managed to fit in more than one of these
horrid descriptions.
There were also those who served the law. Hyrieden found their
profession quite distasteful. Not only did it seek to enslave instinct, but
also here these folks were making places a mockery of the natural world. In
GoShesh all were protected by each other. Never was there a need for law
or decree to make one feel safe. Here he felt that through scare tactics and
the greed caused by commerce and envy of worldly things, the law makers
had managed to profit from the little racket they had built. They had
managed to not only build a wall to hold in all that was vile, but they had
also made the wall so thick that any held by its grasp were blind to the
hypocrisy that ran amuck within it. People had actual begun to feel that the
city made them safe, and that its protectors made it that way. Yet, in truth
those walls served only as a bright beacon in the night to any that would rob
or steal. And in the end the ones who suffered were its people. In the end
it made all within it a slave to it. Slaves to gold, possessions, and their
own weakness. Zombies, Hyrieden called them. Mindless beings blind to their
spirit and taught to ignore their own instinct.
The more Hyrieden had contemplated on such things, the more he came to
ignore those he felt were only marginally as guilt of crimes against nature.
To this point he had harassed the likes of dwarves and paladins, but in the
end he pondered on whether or not his time could be spent more usefully.
Most of those he observed that fell into these categories did little else
from those common to Thera. While of course he did not condone their actions
nor would he associate with any of such nature, he felt that hunting them at
this point was not quite a priority. Perhaps once the greater of tainted
forces had been put into check he would pursue these loose ends. But,
for now there were things that required his attention more so than these.
Hyrieden strived to be the priest his elders wer