Description
Tall, and with a degree of pride, he stands a head length or two
above his hollowed brethren. He has long, copper-toned hair, kept
from his face by a tight leather-hide headband. The rest of his fair
locks trail freely down to a midway point on his back. He has steely
grey eyes, sitting aside a flawless aqualine nose. His lips are thin,
and slightly rubied compared to his pale ashen white skin. His limbs
are lithe and he moves with a sullen grace, not uncommon of his kin.
Slender and tall, his movements seem purposeful and meticulous. He
wears a loose fitting cloak and robe over what looks to be a patch-
work of collection of leather and hide armors. His angular features
and slight build betray any thoughts one might have he is an elegant
warrior of the vale, but rather, he has the look of a quiet scholar
or monk of some distant mountain order.
Role
Bastard of the Vale
Added Thu Jan 2 18:32:59 2014 at level 7:
"You will take good care of him?" a female voice trails off, with a forlorn
echo.
"Yes, he will be well," a male voice answers firmly.
A forest cloak wood-elf, scoops the small elven babe up into his arms and
heads down the Aratouldain path. Weeping, the female slowly turns to the
west, glancing back at her cousin-kin every so often, and heads back to the
Western Vale.
What would drive an Elven-Mother to abandon a child to a Wood-Elf priest?
Young and unmarried, the babe was bastard- product of night of merriment with
a drunken vale scout. She believed it cruel, to have raised him as a single
mother, so perhaps a life in the cloth with the guild in Evermoon, her boy
would have a good life.
By the time Thaslal was old enough to understand such things, the old friar
told him of his origin. Most would think a boy would take such news harshly,
but in fact he chuckled a little.
"So this is why I am much prettier than you," he laughed saying.
One part of the scenario did stick to his gut, like the gas from eating bad
eggs- what kind of world, so absent of freedom would relegate mothers to
abandon their young, rather face the shame and scorn of raising a bastard
child.
Thaslal vowed he would do what it took to live a free life, unburdened by the
judgment and imposition of what others thought. And he would do his best to
bring that freedom to those who he could help, those of like mind, or could
be set on such a path.
Treatise on the Tree
Added Wed Jan 22 14:11:07 2014 at level 35:
Treatise on the Tree
An outline for Warden life in the Refuge of Outlanders
On Wardens.
Life and growth springs eternal. What Reavers and even Harbingers do not,
will not, ever understand- Thar-Eris and the Ancients will provide all we
need so long as we preserve and protect the wilds as they are. Without a
cataclysmic shift originating within the heavens themselves, our enemies will
always exist as they do now. We can do little to change this. The best we can
do is hope to influence our enemies power and take care we do no harm to
Thar-Eris in the process. Thinking and acting as a Reaver- bringing bloodshed
to our enemies brings harm to her bosom. Misguided as they are, defilers are
living creatures too. There are ways to outwit our enemies with the power of
life and vivimancy. The goal being to guide Thar-Eris to spring into action
with our guidance and feed on the weakness of our enemies, so she may grow
stronger with the barest level of bloodshed. Suffering and destruction are
the tools of Reavers. Wardens must take special care they do not become what
they detest for if they do- Thar-Eris will be lost. No higher stakes have
ever been placed on mere mortals. The failure of any other mortal would not
lead to the end of the world, as it would if the Wardens cannot balance the
Reavers. You cannot eat ash.
On Harbingers.
Harbingers are an odd lot, as they sit on the crossroads of our many
branches. The most bloodthirsty of them, Nkgeh for example, border on the
edge of Reaver, whereas Harbingers such as Tengi are quite the opposite. With
such a dichotomy it is easy for Harbingers to loose their way, to one side of
balance or the other. Our jobs as Wardens are to help them moderate, and
further as a priest, to tend their souls as woodsman would the wild.
On Reavers.
Vile and reprehensible, an unfortunate necessity, Reavers bring the circle
full fold by bringing death and destruction to the enemies of Thar-Eris. Some
even border on maniacal, Voszoad comes to mind, killing simply for sport.
What is a Warden's role in the wake of Reaver destruction? That is not a
simple answer, but I believe what Strienat says on the matter rings with a
singular clarity we should hold as a blanket of fear over our soul. You
cannot eat ash. All life, even Thar-Eris herself would be destroyed if the
Reavers were left to their devices. Though we as Wardens tolerate the
necessity of their existence, we should never assist in their path, the
imbalance of doing so could cause irreparable harm to Thar-Eris.
PK Wins
Jan 21, 2014|Lv 35|Forest of Prosimy|Jalrandar vs 1: [35] Thaslal (100%, bite)
Jan 26, 2014|Lv 51|The Slave Mines of Sitran|Damenafleur vs 4: [51] Thaslal (1%), [47] Khromm (0%), [51] Mog (44%, thrust), [46] Iluvceneu (53%)
Jan 26, 2014|Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|Damenafleur vs 3: [51] Thaslal (1%), [51] Nalaya (11%), [51] Yegrut (86%, mental jolt)
Jan 26, 2014|Lv 51|Mount Kiadana-Rah|Raksoxo vs 1: [51] Thaslal (100%, punch)