Description
A slender arial is before you, quietly humming a whimsical melody.
Bright golden wings tipped with sterling plumage flare out from behind him,
and they flicker subtly. His avian face is craned at an ackward angle,
though his beige beak symmetrically juxtaposes the ackward slant. His breast
is slim and his plumage lightens to a pale yellow identical to the
colour of his sinewy arms which grasp his weapon with an odd tenderness.
His lower body is rather undevelopped compared to his upper frame, though
his brown talons click together from time to time making a shrill 'tchk'.
Glowing below his right shoulder blade is the tattoo of a mithril
warhammer shrouded in pale golden flames. Feathers surround, but the
tatoo itself is barren of any plumage.
Role
A Particular Rage
Added Sun Feb 13 21:28:26 2005 at level 5:
Icthaen is spawn from a rare breed, hailing all the way back to the Ancient
Birds of which his kindred evolved from. He can be flightly, even ignorant at times,
but above all Icthaen is a being of rage. Not to be confused with anger, resentment
or even vengeance, Icthaen's rage is particular to the energy that drives him to his goals.
Bubbly at times (under the influence of liquor or not), Icthaen is much less affected
by the darkness that often encircles him. However, he is a warrior, and a proud one
and he does not take kindly to the destruction and deception that often harrows the night.
Yet somehow Icthaen still finds time to stop at local pubs, bards and sneaks off
to his friends in Akan for a sip from their special brew. He is aware of his duty to himself,
to harvest his essence towards the Destruction of evil, for the good of himself, and others.
The beliefs that flows over him is that the destruction of darkness if obtained not only
with the blade, but with the heart. You will often hear him speak of 'shining', refering
to the need to make the light shine as brightly as can be with happiness, companionship
and merry making.
The discovering of the Forge
Added Wed Feb 16 10:04:06 2005 at level 32:
Icthaen, in his journey to achieve control over his energy came upon a great
forge in the depths underneath Akan. Amazement flowed over him, as the sight of dwarves,
humans, minotaurs, and even his own kindred all working towards the perfection
of their craft inspired him. He spents hours in the busy forge, examing the texts
that described the sacred art of the forging of whitesteel. This experience changed him,
and alongside his will to join the ranks of the Holy Brigade and bring about change with his blade,
he now had a goal more secretive in nature. To one day be a smith of the Forge of
Aarn, and someday understand the sacred art as best as he could.
The passing of his Captain.
Added Sat Mar 5 21:17:25 2005 at level 51:
Before his very eyes, the Captain Iramath said his farewells, and took his
leave from the Fortress. Closer than any other had ever come to Icthaen, the retirement
of his Captain has had quite an effect on him. A trace of innocence no longer lingers
in his actions and words, as Icthaen feels that he must stay strong for the
Fortress to prosper. He is a bit less cheerful, and the rage that perviated his every fibre
is somewhat more directed to the destruction of evil than previously after this loss.
He thinks of the Forge often, and it's place in his life. Iramath had hoped to see
Icthaen as a true Smith someday, and Icthaen holds these thoughts to heart and
vows that one day, they will stand in the Forge together once more.
The hardened warrior.
Added Sun Mar 20 14:17:01 2005 at level 51:
Icthaen, though still young in body and spirit, knows that he must
grasp every moment of what is left of his time in the Fortress,
for he has enjoyed his time within it. He has seen his brothers and sisters
who were mentors to him when he was young pass on the Azure, and he hopes
one day to earn his place among them.
However, he still feels he can do much for the ongoing war, and takes great joy
in speaking with the young ones who would take up the cause. As for the
inner fire within him, it burns still as strongly as ever. HIs rage
has grown fierce through witnessing the passing of his brothers, and he
clenches his axes ever with purpose.