Description
An ascetic-looking elf about six feet tall, with high cheekbones and
delicately pointed ears, is here. Long, loose hair is held back with a
simple leather strand, and it flows in reddish-brown waves across the
battle dress that is simple, well-kept, and deadly serious. Strapped to
one arm is a shield, and sheathed on a grey belt are the weapons of the
templar orders. His bright green eyes are fierce, flashing out from under
the arching brows that echo the color of the hair on his head. The slender
but muscular limbs, the strong, pointed chin, the silent and steady tred: the
hallmarks of the high elves of Thera are all present in this warlike figure,
as he strides with the air of commanding purpose and surety of will.
The violence of his dress and the seriousness of his demenour are tempered
slightly by the easy smile that lights his face for a moment.
Role
Fortress
Added Thu Jun 7 16:14:38 2007 at level 51:
Greetings to you my family,
I have been crusading against the wicked with my utmost abilities of late and
have not had time to write to you. The tides of the War rise and fall with
the blood of my friends and enemies alike. It seems like such a waste, but I
will not falter on this course.To allow the wicked to be given any quarter
would cost far too much. I will fight until I can no longer lift my blade at
the van of my forces, as I have been chosen Captain and leader of the
Fortress of the Light.
There is some division amongst our ranks, some call us mindless killers,
honorless and unjust in many of our battles. I will do what it takes to see
the darkness revealed in my Lady's light. Through Unity our goal will be
achieved, individually we will be washed away in the tides of war never to be
remembered as our foes boost their morale and lust over our corpses.
However, some of my applicants seem very murderous themselves. I was
approached by a young assassin who was neither wicked nor wholey good who
told me a tale of being murdered by our fellow elves for wearing a tainted
helm, further research into the matter revealed them to be applicants to the
Fortress. I explained that such actions not only did not follow our Creed,
but it made the light seem impure to those who have never known it's embrace.
are we, Imperials to force our will upon others who do not immediatly
jump to our demands, in this case removal of a helm? I informed them that I
will not accept them as squires until ramifications were made to the assassin
and I had his written letter stating that he accepted their apology.
I hope I have the patience to see to it that this Fortress is lead in the
direction it should go, and that my Squires will demonstrate wisdom instead
of blind hatred and greed.
May you all be blessed by her pure touch on your souls.
-Niheriva Vilisital, Captain of the Fortress of the Light
Felicity
Added Tue May 8 16:56:39 2007 at level 51:
I am quite pleased to say that I am truly favored by my Goddess. We
discussed at length the metamorphosis of my spirit from a mere spark of light
to the blazing fire of her righteous fury that burns within me now. I walked
away from the encounter uplifted and resolute, the mark of a black jaguar
with burning eyes and claws on my shoulder.
I have acquired a blade I feel truly unworthy to carry at times. Like my
Goddess, a strong willed warrior stood against hundreds, looked into the many
faces of death, gave a shout of defiance at an offer of power, and slew many
foul creatures before she was overrun. After death, her spirit was so
restless to finish the battle that it took home in her fallen sword and flew
across the entire battlefield, finishing the battle she died fighting in and
slaughtering the wicked force. She resides within the blade even now as I
carry it, her soul destined to always combat the wicked even after I pass on
from this life.
I do my best to channel the inspirations around me against the wicked, giving
them no quarter. The Fortress of the Light stands tall still, though I hope
to see its halls one day filled with those eager to serve the light. I
invite any of you who feel so inclined to seek out my home and tell them I
sent you, though I have fallen by the time you read this.
Like the jaguar, wait for the right time to strike, fight ferociously with
everything you have, and never give in to weakness or temptation. May my
words inspire you to better yourself.
-Niheriva Vilisital
Family
Added Mon Apr 16 17:46:49 2007 at level 51:
Where to begin?Firstly, I apologize to you all, my kin-once-more, for the
delay in this journal. With so much happening, these writings slipped my
mind. In my journeys I heard countless times of the deeds of the Fortress of
the Light. The Fortress stands as a symbol to all, and while it stands,
there is hope that one day the world will be purified of the taint. Until
that day, the innocent may find protection within and without its walls.
The Code instructed me to fight for all worthy causes and I could never have
found a more worthy cause than the call of the Maran. Upon receiving further
blessings from the Lady Jaguar, I was allowed in its walls and called myself
a Squire once more.
I was tasked by the Lords of the Fortress to attempt to strengthen the bonds
that tie us together as a family. What a challenging task that is! In
getting to know my fellow squires I found that some of them have beliefs that
go against the very Creed they are sworn to live by. I have been told I am
strong in my convictions, but I feel slightly guilty in that two of my
Fortress family have been greatly offended by my discussions to the point
that they are no longer with us. But, my Lady is with me, and I feel that if
I said or did anything out of line I would quickly feel her icy stare and
receive my just desserts.
I have been promoted to the position of Maran. I try to lead the squires and
my brothers by example, fighting with courage and trying not to make the same
mistakes repeatedly. Frequently I am overwhelmed by the power of our
enemies, but like the phoenix I rise again, hopefully gaining some insight of
myself in the process.
I have been redeemed to House Vilisital and am truly blessed to be able to
return to the courts of my beloved Darsylon, yet that is not where I belong
and is a life to which I shall never return. I ask that you take a moment to
reflect upon our Elders sacrifice that brought me to this path, may he
rest easy and at peace in the Azure Fields knowing his last breaths were not
wasted on me.
May you all honor and give my Lady Baerinika your thoughts and praises as
well. It is her power that flows through me and allows me to strike the
wicked with such fervor. Remember to remain pure in all things, actions,
thoughts, and spirit. Remember that courage is to stand up for what is
right, even if you stand alone, never give up and never accept something you
know to be wrong. Like the jaguar, watch and wait for the opportunity to
strike out at the impurities of the world and when you do, do so with great
conviction.
May my thoughts bring guidance to your life.
In her name,
-Niheriva Vilisital, Maran of the Holy Brigade
Fervor
Added Sat Mar 31 09:58:22 2007 at level 22:
The air is hot and arid in this desert city, and I seek to cool down in more ways than one.
I have just had my first successful combat against the anathema of my guild.
The anti-paladin was a fire giant, a hulking brute with dark red skin and a definite aura of evil.
Lady Baerinika saw fit to bless me with her Holiest of powers, and I am the vessel through which her wrath finds the
wicked. I feel I still have much, much to learn about being a Paladin. In the dark hours of the night I still despair at
times, feeling that I am in over my head and still just a social blemish and a fop. This lack of confidence troubles me
somewhat, as I see other Holy Warriors cast themselves about fiercely with no hesitation in their eyes.
I do so as well, but I still have that nagging sensation that I will fail my Lady as I failed my family.
I feel that to dwell on such thoughts only gives them power over me, so I will move onward away from them.
The fight with the anti-paladin has left me feeling a bit odd. The battle was true, and I did feel my Lady's vengeance called down upon him in righteous fury, but after he spirited himself away I was not overly glorified at my success.
The need to bring death to others to purify Thera is great, but at the same time I do not feel overly excited or happy
about killing, or my enemies deaths. I have fallen numerous times now, and I do not fear for my safety.
I will go to the fight with courage, grateful to know that my Lady has given me a chance to redeem myself
and walks the path by my side.
May my Lady give you the courage to better yourself, and may my reflections bring some form of wisdom to you.
-Niheriva
Fate
Added Mon Mar 26 17:20:06 2007 at level 1:
The snow still dances in the window, the fire is almost out. I am exhausted
in body, mind and spirit. I have never been more alone. I have never felt
such sorrow. I weep now at the memory of my Elder, of my wasted past, and of
the shame I feel of my retreat.Choices. I was given no instruction. I
cannot return to Darsylon, I know I am not ready to face the temptation that
awaits me there even if I were allowed to return. I am tasked to bring
purity to this tainted world, and my tainted soul. But alone, I cannot be
successful. Am I tainted still? Is there hope? Was my Elder's
intervention enough? I will be judged.I will find Baerinika , the Maiden
of Spears. I will request that she strike me down if I am unworthy of the
Light, or guide me and empower me to strike the wicked if I am in her favor
after these trials and those yet to come.
-Niheriva
Faith
Added Mon Mar 26 17:18:15 2007 at level 1:
Illegal name, try another.
Name: took in my surroundings. A large white war steed
snorted in annoyance at me from over head. My Elder was a comical sight in
his ancient armor and out of style longsword. He looked frail, his hair had
long since turned stark white and his pale skin sagged on his face with many
wrinkles. His eyes were gray, yet teeming with life and full of anger.
'You are my Squire now.You are mine. If you try to run, when I catch you,
and catch you I shall, I will beat your bottom with a switch as should have
been done hundreds of years ago. I am to blame for your failures, thus I
have taken responsibility for your actions and cast myself into the world to
die, but first I will do right by you. This I vow to the Goddess and to
myself.'
I was scared. Like a child I ran. The high grass didn't slow my feet but
quickly I tired. The plains were vast and open. I was run down, but not
over, by his mount. Quickly he was off his horse, he bound my hands and
feet, lifted me bodily and threw me across the saddle, and beat my bottom
until it screamed with fire and pain. It was humiliating, and I swore not to
let it happen again. But it did. I was craven, I learned to run and hide in
a number of surroundings; cities, forests, swamps, and always he was there
within a day, and always I was disgraced like a child. Finally I submitted
to his iron will. The fear died in my eyes, and he said it was time to
begin.
He taught me many things. He trained me in the use of sword and shield.
Befriend and love them both as much as you have loved yourself, for when
everyone else is dead, they will be all you have left. Fight with courage
and purity of spirit, never disgrace yourself in battle with dirty tricks as
you did with dirty wines and women in the past.Sing for the glories of the
Light and the Maiden of Elves, not for the vanity of hearing your own voice.
Possess only that which you need to survive and strike blows to the wicked,
the treasures of your past will only weigh you down in body and spirit.Old
as he was, he was stronger of will, wit, and body than I, and far more
intelligent. I ran to build muscles, not in fear. I sang praises to the
light, not myself. I ate plain fare, bread, water. I was purified and
cleansed, remade into the form I take now. My head is shaven until such a
time that I know my vanity and past vices are cleansed from my soul.
I traveled on foot, my Elder on horseback. We traveled the cities of the
world, I identified the enemy. I found evil. We vanquished it when we were
able. Well, he vanquished, I watched, learned, and guarded him. He taught
me that the one true law was that the wicked must be halted and the innocents
protected. The laws of mortals cannot supercede this law. He told me of the
wars of old, the love he lost when his wife died fighting beside him as they
were overrun by a drow battalion, and how his heart died with her. In these
past twenty years I have grown more than I ever did since my birth.
We came upon them on the road. Two giants, two orcs, and a drow leading
them. 'It is time. Remember what you have learned. Regain your name and
honor. Now: Run!' I shook my head, running was anathema to everything I had
learned. I never saw the blow coming, he caught me with the flat
Folly
Added Mon Mar 26 17:09:21 2007 at level 1:
Illegal name, try another.
Name: s on the window sill, gracefully twirling
like a pale dancer in the moonlight. The image takes me back to the court of
my home, my memories embrace me, tickling my mind with reminiscences of my
past. The applewood logs in the tavern's hearth crack loudly, sending a rain
of embers up towards the chimney and back down again. The sound is like a
harsh slap to the face as I am brought back to my present circumstances. Ah
but I am feeling very alone, I am nameless and without a family or home to
call my own. But Niheriva, you ask, how did it come to this? I will tell
you, I do not fear the consequences, for what have I left to lose?
For hundreds of years I grew in Darsylon, raised with boundless freedom, no
responsibility, close minded to the world around me. I knew nothing of evil,
and thus it grew within me. Lust, Gluttony, Vanity, EnvyCourt life grew
on me quickly. I spent my days disgracing myself and my heritage; drinking
the finest wines in excess, singing songs to hear the beauty of my own voice,
swearing loyalty to female after female while spending my inheritance
bedecking them with jewels in an effort towards the release of my constant
arousal. I took and I gave nothing back. I was a parasite, a leech upon the
Vilisital host. Was.
I remember every word of the exchange though it happened quickly. My Elder,
the wisest and oldest of our line, came to me. He told me of my folly, what
and who I had become, the evil I was working within myself, and what it would
lead me to. I disrespected him, I called him an old fool and upon the rise
of my ire at his annoying me by pressing the issue I struck him, my signet
ring opening a gash on his cheek. I never saw the blow coming, old as he
was, ancient by man's standards, I was always amazed at his speed from that
point on. I was banished on the spot in the palace ballroom. All witnessed
it. Banished until I had earned back my name through pain and blood,
dedication and humility. I felt, I still feel, that I wont see my beloved
home again. I was banished, but through an ultimate act of altruism and
kindness, I was not alone.
First
Added Mon Mar 26 17:05:29 2007 at level 1:
My honored Elder has perished, and I am to blame. He rests happily with his
beloved in the Azure Fields from what I have come to learn. Ah, where to
begin. I was instructed to begin keeping a Squire's Journal on the day my
Elder found peace once more. For that, he said, was when my life was to
begin. Upon my death it is to be returned to House Vilisital for keeping. I
was told to put insights, thoughts, and feelings in it's pages, baring all to
my family that they might learn from my successes and failures alike. I will
try to give brief yet insightful passages as the story of my existence
reveals itself to me.