Description
Before you lingers the lithe form of an elven female. Her clothing is simple,
but refined, and well-kept. Her hair is light brown, kept reasonably short,
reaching barely past her shoulders, and kept in a small ponytail. Her white
robe is lined with various symbols of faith, and carries what appears to be a
conjurer's seal of protection on the back. She is toned, but not muscular,
and her appearance betrays a lack of difficult work in her lifetime.
Role
Introduction and a Story of my Beginnings
Added Sun Jun 11 20:31:50 2006 at level 26:
This seems such a strange thing to do, keeping a diary. Almost two-hundred
years have passed since my birth and never have I kept one. Oh well... such
feelings as this have driven people to do stranger and greater things than
this. Oh, I bet you are wondering what feelings I speak of ever so much right
now, aren't you? Well, I'll come to that in good time yet. First I suppose I
must start where all things do... at the beginning.
Two-hundred years ago, I was born to my father, Tharin, and my mother,
Ylleana, into the Ytholl family of Darsylon. It is a fair-sized family, but
with little power among those of Darsylon. The family has a long history of
travel and adventure, many of the family being travelling merchants, and so
it is only natural that I, myself, would also become an adventurer. I was a
shy child, not playing much with the other young elves, preferring to read or
go to the mages' guildhalls in the trees above Darsylon to observe their
magics. More often than any other guild, I would visit the conjurer's guild
to watch as creatures from a plane other than this were brought forth. As I
matured, I spent more and more time there, until I finally joined officially.
By this point, I had become something of an outcast among many of those in
our village near Darsylon. After all, becoming a conjurer was something those
other elves did, not something an elf from our village did. My family was
accepting, but worried about me staying in such a hostile environment, and so
sent me to the Voralian City to continue my learning, which I did. And so I
suppose not much can be said about the time between now and then. Stories of
adventures are not much worth speaking of here. Well... save for one of them.
Of Crysseara and the Fortress of the Light
Added Sun Jun 11 21:07:19 2006 at level 26:
Before I get to that adventure, though, I will take another sidetrack. Yes, I
know by now that you must be dying to find out what I've to say, but you can
be a bit more patient than that.
As Fate would have it, one day a dwarf contacted me. His name I can never
fully remember, but it was something like Anjgaar, I believe. He contacted me
about becoming a Scribe of the Acolytes of the Golden Sun, though it seems he
himself was a Maran of the Holy Brigade, and so instructed me to speak to Her
Lady, Crysseara Ayl'Ludivyn. She graciously guided me and spoke to me about
my motivations for joining (which I will lay out here in this diary in but a
moment). Being adequately satisfied with my answers I suppose, she gave me
the names of those whom I would need to contact. (At this point, I have not
been able to contact them, but my hope does not waver. I believe it is my
fate that I join them in their protection of the Light and therefore must
only be patient.)
I suppose it is worth mentioning here my reasons for wishing to join the
Fortress of Light, isn't it? Many times I have seen the death of those who
walk in the Light and wished that I would have only been strong enough to
stop their death. Unfortunately, against the strength of a warrior or the
songs of a bard, I am often inadequate to stand alone, but when I help those
who can take blows, I can be of much more use, both myself and those that I
have conjured to this plane to aid me. And so when the sword of the Marans go
forth, I wish that I shall one day join in and aid in their protection, along
with the other Shield-bearers of the Light.
Of Alyathane and of Love
Added Sun Jun 11 21:49:42 2006 at level 26:
Now we can finally come to the reason I am writing this. His name is
Alyathane, and he is the one with whom I wish to spend the rest of my days
with. I write this so that one day he might know all that I feel and all that
I believe. And that, if I pass before he, that he might have this to remember
me by. (Oh, and that emotion, the one I spoke of before, is love, as you
might have guessed by now.)
We met... well... I can no longer recall how long ago that was. It was he, I,
and one called Erith, if I recall correctly. We had undergone many attacks
that day from all sides. We suffered much loss of money and equipment and
were at our wits ends. And then when fighting South of Hamsah Mu'Tazz,
Alyathane was struck down. I waited by his thing for him to return, saddened
by what had happened. And when he returned, I was so happy to see that he had
survived well enough, I threw my arms around him and hugged him to myself. In
return, he gently put his lips to my own, and we both realised that fate had
brought us to this point and now we see that all we had endured was as
nothing compared to the love that we now share. Our relationship is hard to
define, as I believe I am his only as he is mine, so perhaps one might call
him my suitor, though I do hope that our fates shall remain intertwined, and
that one day he might take me as his wife. And so that brings us to this very
day, as I write this diary. And here is where I shall stop for now, lest I go
on about nothing.
On Inner Conflict
Added Mon Jul 3 18:07:51 2006 at level 35:
Much time has passed since last I wrote here. So many things have changed,
and though Fate has treated me kindly these very recent times, I cannot help
but find myself in low spirits in this time of introspection. My beloved
Alyathane has departed these realms, never to be seen again, and though he is
still loved, the pain has dulled over the times. Perhaps, however, that has
been for the best; allowing me to focus on protecting and spreading the
Light, as is my duty and wish. That brings me to my next thought, what does
it mean to be an Acolyte? This is something I have oft wondered these recent
years. Aye, we are to protect the Light, but to what extent? When it would be
surely suicidal, do I throw my life away, only to have done no good, because
I could protect for but a fleeting moment? And before I have travelled with
some, particularly a certain paladin, who seem to be bent on leading
companions into obviously dangerous, essentially suicidal, situations. Do I
protect one who only throws his own life away in vain or do I leave him to
thrash about in his vain attempts without my assistance? Perhaps the answer
to this can only be found inside of myself. And if that is true, then I shall
say that when death is inevitable, then why throw away two lives when one can
be sparred, but I shall also ask: when does one truly know what is certain?
And that, I believe, is where the answer lies. Therefore, I must will myself
to consider no fight hopeless until the final moments in which all hope has
been lost and my duty becomes the survival of those whom I call my
companions. As for those who would lead their companions into blatant danger,
I am convinced a different approach is necessary. The Elder Prophet, Anaisah,
when she bestowed upon me the honour of induction into the Fortress of Light,
spoke to me of how it is our duty as Acolytes to protect not only the
physical aspects of our Brothers, but also the spiritual aspects, and it is
from this that I draw my inspiration. If one of the Light behaves in such a
way as to harm others of the Light, then it becomes apparent that they do not
truly understand their duty, and it becomes my duty as an Acolyte, to rebuke,
teach, and correct that behaviour. For as the Maran and Acolyte should not
work against the other, and as a blow to the Shield by the Sword serves only
to weaken the both, so must the Light not be the source of harm against the
Light, for to harm those of the Light is the way of those who are of the
Darkness. However, if they find themselves in a situation where my aid would
be required, it remains my duty to protect and help them as much as I am
able. And so as I close this, I find myself in higher spirits, for often when
one simply confronts their fears internally, solutions can be found and the
fears may be set aside.