Description
The figure of this graceful wood-elf displays femininity and resilience. The
curves of her body possess a subtle elegance, hinting at both strength and
grace. Her skin, kissed by the sun's warmth and wind's caress, carries a
healthy glow, with a hue reminiscent of ivory warmed by the seasons. The
patina of a life spent outdoors paints her cheeks with a rosy tint, mirroring
the shades of the dawn sky.
Merigaeld's face is a canvas of stories etched by the hands of time. High
cheekbones, a testament to her elven lineage, are softened by the gentle
sweep of delicate features. Her eyes, the verdant hue of emerald glades, hold
a depth that speaks of ancient wisdom and an understanding of the world's
intricate threads. Framed by lashes like dappled shadows, her eyes possess a
knowing twinkle that mirrors the enigmatic depths of the forests she roams.
A cascade of light brown hair, the color of chestnuts in the autumn sun,
falls in loose waves that mimic the gentle ripples of a woodland stream.
Adorned with intricately crafted bone, leather trinkets, and delicate strands
of twined vines and leaves woven into her hair; a homage embracing the
natural world.
Her attire, a fusion of leather and woven fabrics, seems to have sprung from
the very forest itself. The supple leather armor, embellished with delicate
leaf motifs, hugs her frame without sacrificing freedom of movement.
Intricate braids of natural fibers and animal sinew bind the leather armors.
Merigaeld's hands, calloused yet graceful, hold within them the ability to
create music that resonates with the spirits of the land. They are decorated
with intricate bracelets of fine silver and beads carved from etched bone,
each a symbol of her reverence for the primal forces she upholds.
Role
Merigaeld
Added Tue Aug 15 09:34:53 2023 at level 5:
Merigaeld is an embodiment of the harmonious connection between the natural
world and her spirit. A wood-elf of profound depth, she possesses an
unwavering devotion to the ancient lord Ergush, finding solace and purpose in
his teachings as they resonate with her very being.
Her heart beats in time with the rhythms of Thar-Eris, and her faith in
Ergush is an extension of her bond with the primal forces that define her
people. Merigaeld recognizes the dissonance caused by civilization's
encroachment upon the land she cherishes, and her worship is a resolute stand
against this discord. She seeks to return to the days when nature's laws
reigned supreme, and the spirits of the land roamed free.
Eager to further immerse herself in her beliefs, Merigaeld aspires to join
the Outlanders of Thar-Eris. In their midst, she hopes to amplify her role as
a guardian of the wilds, connecting with kindred spirits who share her
reverence for the ancient spirits and the untamed beauty of the land. Her
desire to be an Outlander reflects her longing for a community that
understands her deep-seated convictions and her aspiration to channel her
faith into meaningful actions.
Ergush's teachings, specifically within the spheres of Storm, Spirit, and
Pride, resonate deeply with Merigaeld's sense of purpose. She understands
that the storms, while seemingly chaotic, serve as a natural force that
maintains balance. Similarly, her devotion to the spirits of the land mirrors
her connection to the divine and the untamed. And her pride lies not in
arrogance, but in her identity as a protector of nature and a seeker of
harmony.
Becoming a bard was a calling that resonated with Merigaeld's essence. Her
melodies and stories are not just artistic expressions but also vehicles of
her faith. Through her music, she conveys the teachings of Ergush and
Thar-Eris, inspiring others to connect with the land's wisdom and beauty. Her
bardic skills are an embodiment of her desire to bridge the gap between the
spirits and the living, to spread the message of balance, and to preserve
the natural order through the power of her voice.
In her journey, Merigaeld's worship of Ergush, her aspiration to join the
Outlanders, her understanding of Ergush's teachings, and her role as a bard
are threads that weave a rich tapestry of her purpose. She stands as a beacon
of hope for the return of Thar-Eris' grace, a guardian of the wilds, and a
storyteller who weaves the threads of ancient spirits into the fabric of a
changing world.
Ode to the Ancient One
Added Tue Aug 15 09:35:59 2023 at level 5:
In forests deep where shadows dance,
Where nature's rhythms intertwine,
A tale unfolds of ancient grace,
A lord revered by heart and mind.
Oh Ergush, guardian of old,
Thy wisdom weaves through spirit's song,
In storms and pride thy truths unfold,
A bond unbroken, ever strong.
From Thar-Eris' heart, you rise,
A voice of wild and untamed lands,
In every leaf, the echo lies,
Of strength that from your teachings stands.
Oh Ergush, keeper of the storm,
Thy lightning's dance ignites our soul,
Through whispers, through the branches' form,
In nature's heart, you make us whole.
With pride not born of ego's might,
But pride in nature's balanced dance,
You teach us how to seek the light,
In every fleeting, feral chance.
Oh Ergush, lord of ancient ties,
Thy presence flows through every tree,
In every gust, in starry skies,
We find the grace that sets us free.
Through wood and wind, we hear your call,
In woven tales and melodies,
We stand united, one and all,
Beneath the sheltering forest trees.
Oh Ergush, timeless lord of lore,
Thy legacy in whispers shared,
In every heart that longs for more,
Thy guiding hand is always there.
So let us sing this ballad true,
Of Ergush, ancient lord of old,
With every note, our love we'll strew,
In stories told, our spirits bold.
Sharing Spirits
Added Thu Sep 7 09:49:42 2023 at level 31:
The world feels a little less vibrant today. I've walked the forests and
climbed the highest trees, seeking a whisper, a sign, any indication that
Lord Ergush still hears our songs. But alas, my heart aches with the heavy
silence that hangs like a shroud.
Lord Ergush, the only deity I've ever known, has disappeared into a deep
slumber, a quietude like a dormant volcano that may never awaken in my
lifetime. The thought of never seeing the ancient lord again fills me with
sorrow beyond words. The vibrant spirit of the woods has lost its guiding
star, and I, Merigaeld, am adrift in a sea of uncertainty.
But amidst this melancholy, there's a spark, a glimmer of excitement that
dances in the corner of my heart. In the wake of Lord Ergush's absence,
I've encountered a goddess named Joihe. She's a beacon of adventure, a
patron of exploration, and her presence ignites a fire in my soul.
Joihe's allure is undeniable. She beckons to those with adventurous spirits
to those yearning for something greater than the boundaries of our
existence. Her creed celebrates the unknown, the uncharted territories of
experience, the thrill of experimentation, and the cunning art of solving
life's challenges.
For the first time, I feel torn between two worlds. The loss of Lord Ergush
is a chasm in my heart, a deep well of sorrow that threatens to engulf me.
But Joihe, the Adventurer, opens a door to a realm of endless possibilities,
where the spark of inspiration and the adrenaline of discovery go hand in
hand.
To be accepted by Joihe and welcomed into the cadre of adventurers she seeks
to bless and guide is both a privilege and a burden. It's a conflict of
emotions that tugs at my very core. The weight of Lord Ergush's absence
lingers, but the promise of new experiences, untold stories, and a sense
of camaraderie with like-minded souls is a light that shines in the darkness.
As I stand on the precipice of this new chapter, my heart aches for the
lord I may never see again, yet it beats with excitement for the adventures
that await. In the balance between sorrow and joy, I find myself at a
crossroads, and the path ahead is shrouded in both uncertainty and promise.
May Lord Ergush, in his slumber, understand the choices I make, and may
Joihe, with her boundless spirit, guide me through the uncharted territories
of my heart and soul.
In Dormant Hearts the New Path Wakes
Added Thu Sep 7 09:57:11 2023 at level 31:
In the depths of night, beneath moon's gleam,
Merigaeld, lost in a waking dream,
Her heart weighed heavy, her spirit yearned,
For Lord Ergush, who'd never returned.
Oh, the wilderness weeps, the storm grows still,
In Ergush's dormancy, an empty chill,
But a new path awaits, where hope does gleam,
Joihe's embrace, a guiding dream.
With verdant eyes and nature's grace,
Joihe appeared in a sacred place,
Her presence gentle, her wisdom vast,
She whispered secrets of the ages past.
Oh, the wilderness weeps, the storm grows still,
In Ergush's dormancy, an empty chill,
But a new path awaits, where hope does gleam,
Joihe's embrace, a guiding dream.
A goddess of growth, a goddess of life,
She offered solace in nature's strife,
To Merigaeld, a chance anew,
To find her purpose, her spirit true.
With Joihe's blessing, a path unveiled,
A bardic journey, where songs prevailed,
To sing of nature, of life's grand scheme,
In Joihe's name, a radiant dream.
Oh, the wilderness weeps, the storm grows still,
In Ergush's dormancy, an empty chill,
But a new path awaits, where hope does gleam,
Joihe's embrace, a guiding dream.
Though Lord Ergush lay in slumber deep,
In Joihe's love, Merigaeld would keep,
Her spirit's yearning found its place,
In nature's arms, an eternal embrace.
Journal Entry: Month of the Ancients, year 489(6th Age)
Added Tue Sep 19 11:58:42 2023 at level 36:
Today, in the heart of the wilds where the ancient trees stand as witnesses
to the passing of ages, a profound revelation has graced my existence.
The ancients, those mysterious and revered beings who guide our sanctuary in
the refuge, have cast their gaze upon me with a decision that fills me with
disbelief and awe.
As a sentinel, my path was one of devotion to the principles of our refuge,
a dedication to the protection of Thar-Eris against defilers and those who
would seek to harm this sacred land. I've spent countless days honing my
craft, learning the secrets of the wilds, and immersing myself in the ancient
teachings of the bark. It was a calling I embraced with every fiber of my
being, and my spirit is bound to the totem.
Astonishingly, the ancients have chosen me, Merigaeld Thunderhart, for a role
that I had never dared to dream of: the role of the Harbinger of Thar-Eris.
The Harbinger, the leader of the sentinels, a guardian chosen by the ancients
themselves. It is a responsibility of unparalleled magnitude, and the mere
thought of it fills me with shock and disbelief!
To lead as the Harbinger is an honor beyond words, a privilege granted to
only the most devout and dedicated among us. It is a mantle of great weight,
a symbol of unwavering commitment to the sanctuary and the natural order. The
Harbinger stands as a vision of prophecy, a protector against the encroaching
darkness, a beacon of freedom.
My heart swells with happiness and humility at this incredible opportunity,
an opportunity to rise to the highest calling within the great tree. I am
filled with gratitude for the trust the ancients have placed in me, and a
deep sense of duty stirs within my very soul. The path ahead is daunting,
filled with challenges and trials that I cannot yet foresee, but I embrace it
with open arms, for I know that with the guidance of the ancients and the
support of my fellow sentinels, I can rise to meet any adversity that may
come our way.
As I prepare to take on this new role, I am reminded of the teachings of Lord
Ergush, the ancient wisdom that has shaped our refuge. I carry his spirit
with me, and with the blessing of the ancients, I shall strive to protect and
preserve the beauty and balance of Thar-Eris. If my last act to him is to
serve as Harbinger, than I have completed a great challenge. I look forward
to sharing these moments with Joihe and think her wise words about paths
presenting themselves when you least expect it. This path is a rare one and
I would not have survived without my faith in both.
The Flames of Sorrow, pt 1/2
Added Sat Sep 23 09:07:06 2023 at level 37:
In the heart of a lush, ancient forest, Merigaeld and her family lived in
harmony with nature. Their simple treehouse nestled high among the towering
branches, a haven of tranquility amidst the vibrant woods. Merigaeld, a
loving mother and protector of her children, cherished the serenity of their
woodland home.
One fateful day, the tranquility was shattered by the arrival of Imperial
invaders. They sought the valuable timber of the forest for their mighty
ships and showed no regard for the lives dwelling within. Merigaeld, her
heart aflame with fierce determination, rushed outside to confront the
intruders, instructing her children to stay hidden and safe inside their
sanctuary.
With shocking suddenness, a blaze of magical fire erupted, engulfing their
treehouse. The flames danced with wild ferocity, consuming everything in
their path. Merigaeld's cries of despair pierced the air as she desperately
tried to battle the inferno. She attempted to pry open the charred door of
their home, but the searing heat scorched her hands, bringing her to her
knees in agony, coughing and weeping.
Ashen tears streamed down her face, her pain mirroring the devastation that
raged around her. Other villagers arrived, their faces covered in black soot,
and carried Merigaeld away from the smoky woods. The forest, once so vibrant
and full of life, was now a scene of desolation.
The Flames of Sorrow, pt 2/2
Added Sat Sep 23 09:08:02 2023 at level 37:
Whenever Merigaeld's slender fingers caressed the strings of her instrument,
the past came rushing back to her with a visceral intensity. Each note she
played, each chord she struck, seemed to summon the memories of that fateful
day when her world was consumed by flames. As the melodies flow from her
instrument, so did the pain. It was as if the music acted as a portal,
transporting her back to the heart-wrenching moments when her forest home was
devoured by magical fire. The vivid recollection was etched into every beat.
The warmth of the fire's cruel dance, the acrid scent of smoke, the searing
heat that had scorched her hands all of it surged back with each
melancholic note. Her heart, heavy with grief, bore the weight of that
tragedy every time she played, and the strings seemed to vibrate in harmony
with her anguish.
Yet, in the midst of this torment, there was an unspoken resolve. The music
served as a testament to her enduring love for her lost family and her
unyielding determination to seek vengeance against those who had wrought such
devastation. With every chord, she channeled her pain into purpose, using the
haunting melodies to fuel her quest. The instrument, though an instrument of
sorrow, became her voice, her solace, and her weapon. It was a poignant
reminder that the scars of the past would forever shape her path, driving her
onward in her relentless pursuit of retribution, a way to quench the flames
of her pain; The pain a relentless thirst for vengeance, a yearning to
extinguish the flames of her sorrow with the fire of retribution.
Through the Fire and Flames
Added Sat Sep 23 09:11:24 2023 at level 37:
In the heart of the woods, 'neath the towering tree's shade,
Merigaeld's home, in serenity, it swayed.
With her children inside, she stood strong, so brave,
To protect all she cherished, she'd risk life's cruel wave.
Imperials arrived, with their ships made of greed,
Their eyes cold as steel, fueled by terrible need.
She rushed to defend, 'gainst the fire's cruel dance,
But the flames showed no mercy, in their fiery advance.
The inferno erupted, a magical blaze,
Her home turned to cinders, in a burning, cruel craze.
She screamed in despair, as the flames licked the sky,
As her treehouse crumbled, she could only cry.
Her hands, charred and scarred, tried to save all she knew,
But the fire was relentless, her heart it did skew.
Ashen tears on her cheeks, as she fell to her knees,
Her soul torn asunder, by the forest's cruel tease.
Black soot stained her face, as the villagers came,
To rescue Merigaeld from the inferno's cruel game.
But the loss was so great, her heart heavy with woe,
As the forest around her, with anguish did glow.
Now every note she plays, on her instrument so dear,
Echoes with the pain, and the loss she holds near.
In her fingers, the scars, remind her each day,
Of the price she paid, in that forest so gray.
Her quest for vengeance, a burning desire,
To quench the flames of her anguish, with malice on fire.
In the refuge of Thar-Eris, she finds her might,
To avenge her lost kin, in the depths of the night.
The Waking Nightmare
Added Sun Sep 24 09:30:22 2023 at level 37:
In the eerie stillness of the night, Merigaeld's dreams took a sinister turn
into a realm of darkness and dread. It was a chilling nightmare, haunting her
slumber, like a shadowy omen of the past.
In this ominous vision, a grotesque and corroded dragon, its body composed of
tarnished coins, gold, copper, and silver, slithered from the depths of her
subconscious. The scales that adorned its form were glistening with the
stain of a dark, malevolent hue of blood. With a guttural hiss, the spectral
dragon exhaled a torrent of searing flames that engulfed her woodland home,
just as it had in that unforgiving reality. The white-hot inferno, unlike any
fire of this world, devoured everything in its path with malevolence.
Merigaeld, trapped in this unholy spectacle, felt the same acute
powerlessness, the same despair that had consumed her on that dreaded day.
As the dragon's fire raged, her hands pulsated with an excruciating heat, a
burning agony that mirrored the pain she had suffered. The fiery sensation
scorched her skin, and she could almost smell the acrid stench of smoldering
wood and burning memories.
Each time she awoke from this spine-chilling nightmare, it left her trembling
in the icy grip of terror, her body drenched in a cold sweat. The anguish,
the sorrow, the torment; they clung to her soul like a shroud of eternal
darkness. But with each awakening, Merigaeld found herself driven by an
unrelenting determination. The nightmare, as chilling as it was, served as a
constant reminder of her quest. It fueled her thirst for vengeance, for
retribution, and for the chance to quench the insatiable flames of her pain
in a world ready to be cured of this waking nightmare.
PK Wins
Sep 12, 2023|Lv 31|The Citadel of Ostalagiah|Ghairn vs 1: [31] Merigaeld (100%, bite)
Sep 13, 2023|Lv 32|Northern Foothills|Aulon vs 1: [32] Merigaeld (100%, wall of fire)
Sep 15, 2023|Lv 32|The Eastern Road|Ghairn vs 2: [26] Ios (9%), [32] Merigaeld (90%, claw)
Sep 20, 2023|Lv 36|Shepherd's Row|Eoldraid vs 1: [36] Merigaeld (100%, bite)
Sep 23, 2023|Lv 37|Underdark|Dawrog vs 2: [35] Ios (59%, fire seed), [37] Merigaeld (40%)
Sep 29, 2023|Lv 51|The Outlander Refuge|Reurigath vs 2: [51] Merigaeld (18%), [51] Kinkraevn (81%, KB)
Oct 1, 2023 |Lv 51|The Imperial Lands|Rhourder vs 3: [51] Erorm (80%, heavenly wrath), [51] Sinaaht (8%), [51] Merigaeld (11%)
Oct 2, 2023 |Lv 51|The Tahril Mountains|Lythanur vs 4: [51] Ryfin (56%, double spin kick), [51] Merigaeld (9%), [49] Aashrith (27%), [51] Erorm (5%)
Oct 2, 2023 |Lv 51|Bramblefield Road|Rhourder vs 4: [51] Erorm (31%, heavenly wrath), [51] Ryfin (24%), [51] Merigaeld (0%), [44] Thraldin (44%)
Oct 22, 2023|Lv 51|The Outlander Refuge|Kerge vs 2: [51] Merigaeld (42%, reverberating blast), [43] Burgolt (57%)
Oct 22, 2023|Lv 51|Amaranthian Forest|Zelisha vs 2: [43] Burgolt (24%), [51] Merigaeld (75%, bite)
Oct 26, 2023|Lv 51|The Imperial Lands|Kareloth vs 3: [48] Osvolisso (22%), [51] Khumahk (17%), [51] Merigaeld (59%, mental assault)
Oct 30, 2023|Lv 51|Bramblefield Road|Yerek vs 3: [51] Merigaeld (12%), [51] Khumahk (77%, disembowelment), [47] Naobyn (9%) *Disemboweled*
Oct 30, 2023|Lv 51|Lost in the Mists|Morktoor vs 3: [51] Merigaeld (2%), [51] Khumahk (47%), [50] Naobyn (50%, punch)
Nov 1, 2023 |Lv 51|The Outlander Refuge|Kareloth vs 3: [51] Naobyn (2%), [51] Khumahk (77%, punch), [51] Merigaeld (19%)
Nov 1, 2023 |Lv 51|Galadon|Ghakler vs 2: [49] Osvolisso (37%), [51] Merigaeld (62%, mental assault)
Nov 1, 2023 |Lv 51|Mansion of Twilight|Kareloth vs 3: [49] Osvolisso (23%), [51] Khumahk (61%), [51] Merigaeld (14%, bite)
Nov 7, 2023 |Lv 51|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|Shaedrina vs 4: [51] Naobyn (2%, KB), [51] Khumahk (50%), [51] Xzelyx (15%), [51] Merigaeld (31%)
Nov 7, 2023 |Lv 51|Hamsah Mu'tazz|Dajedal vs 2: [51] Merigaeld (35%), [51] Naobyn (64%, KB) *Disemboweled*
Nov 8, 2023 |Lv 51|Forest of Prosimy|Rholgor vs 3: [51] Khumahk (40%, brutal attack), [51] Osvolisso (40%), [51] Merigaeld (18%)
Nov 13, 2023|Lv 51|Mansion of Twilight|Oroas vs 2: [51] Merigaeld (22%), [51] Khumahk (77%, brutal attack)
Nov 13, 2023|Lv 51|Forest of Prosimy|Dajedal vs 2: [51] Merigaeld (19%), [51] Khumahk (80%, bite)
Nov 13, 2023|Lv 51|Amaranthian Forest|Oroas vs 2: [51] Merigaeld (28%, divine power), [51] Khumahk (71%)
Dec 9, 2023 |Lv 51|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|Ghakler vs 3: [48] Honah (0%), [51] Merigaeld (0%), [51] Ios (100%, claw)
Dec 12, 2023|Lv 51|The Galadon Sewers|Zelisha vs 2: [51] Xzelyx (95%, chop), [51] Merigaeld (4%)
Dec 12, 2023|Lv 51|The Galadon Sewers|Ghakler vs 2: [51] Merigaeld (0%), [51] Xzelyx (100%, chop)