Description
Locks of thin golden hair fall from the head of this slender and
elegant figure with a vengeance, tangled and matted, yet somehow
manage to flail around his thin ivory face, each clump tied back
by various leather bands, or dried red sinews would numerously
around his wild hair in a vein attempt to tame it.
His thin, wiry frame has been touched by the sun, the deep brown
of his once pale ivory skin an extreme comparison to the norm of
what has been traditionally seen from his kinsmen, yet the frail
form of his brethren is still apparent in the appearance of this
primitive elf, his limbs thin and lithe but appear hardened and
weathered by the elements of the lands.
A smeared black mark covers the side of his smooth, golden neck,
weathered and dull and appears to waver as you attempt to make
out the shapes which form this intricate pattern.
Deep blue eyes stare out from the flawlessness of his thin, gold
toned face, radiating a sense of calmness and confidence that one
would be accustomed to finding in the eyes of a much wiser being,
yet something mysterious also twinkles deep within their depths.
Role
Tales Aboard
Added Sun Oct 8 09:11:00 2006 at level 22:
Well, I was a farmer as long as I could remember...
John, my father was called.
Father? More of a foster father...
Foster father?! Am I kidding, the matron sold all the boys to the farmers of Aturi while
all of the girls were kept in the alleys of Seantryn Modan.
Working the fields was my life, little did I know that it was all going to change.
It turned out I was blessed with a gift...
A natural talent for the use of the Arcane magic!
Suddenly the Empress had use for me...
And sent for me at once!
Mother found out about this somehow...
Apparently someone was telling secrets in bed!
Heck, even I knew not to do that!
She smuggled me out of town, somehow...
That's how I got on the blasted ship.
And I tell you what! I have never thrown up as much as this in my life!
Not even from intoxication..
But heh, another story...
Another day!
Tales at the Tavern
Added Sun Oct 8 20:47:23 2006 at level 23:
A pint of your finest mead sir!
Heck, make that two, you have no idea what I've just been through...
Smuggled away from the Southern Continent.
Away from the Farm and my family..
On a creaky old ship, Bah!
Only to have it be wrecked upon a misty Isle..
Wait!
You might know if this Isle...
Its got a big watch tower with a dragon guarding at its base?
Rumor tells it was the Isle of Selric...
The Kara Chal?
It must be!
I climbed the tower and studied the ancient texts...
Oh my!
You must excuse me sir, cancel that order.
I don't need mead, I need to go and do something!
Tales at the Maran
Added Tue Oct 10 20:59:55 2006 at level 36:
Who ever thought eh?
Me, a Scribe of the Fortress?
Obviously you didn't...
But heck! All you do is stand guard at these gates all the time...
Fun work for a Maran eh?
Ah well, I respect that!
Nice view anyhow...
I've done alot you know...
I've fought the Undead!
Defended the Fortress!
Offered the path of the Light to many!
All in a days work for me, you see...
Are you listening, Master Maran?
Even if you aren't...
Its never stopped me speaking before!
As for the rewards for my work you ask?
It's all inside, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy!
I get to see the world step one step closer to peace.
And!
I get free keys
Soleric the Keeper of the Keys!
Got a ring to it don't you think?
Anyhow, the Cardinal will have my hide unless I go and read more of those texts
You give us a shout if you need anything yep?
The Wanderer
Added Sun Oct 8 08:24:03 2006 at level 22:
Ever wondered what lay within the city of Seantryn Modan?
Ever spent a moment of you life to ponder?
Ever ventured deep within the walls of the city?
Found yourself in the alleys?
Maybe even stumbled into one of the brothels there?
Well, tell me then stranger, do you know of my mother?
An ancient Elf who gave birth to a child, that she hid from the matron of the brothel so
she could raise him as her own.
Only to have him discovered and sent to Aturi as a farmers son.
Well stranger, that son was I.
Soleric, they called me, an Elven word for Wanderer.
And for most of my life, I knew myself as a farmer.
The cows, the herd, the harvest!
And of course, those beautiful country girls!
Boy did they get me into some trouble...
Anyhow, it's a rocky boat ride from the Southern Continent, I am sure I will tell you much
more of my tale upon the way.