Description
Tall but somewhat slim, this knight stands confidently before you. Deep
azure eyes look out upon the world, their piercing nature seeming to
examine every detail of the land. The crisp Elven features of his face
are framed regally by two thin braids of chestnut brown hair. Sharply
pointed ears protrude from his mane, leaving no doubt of his High-Elven
heritage. A diplomatic smile is fixed upon his lips, but his fierce
determination is poorly hidden.
Role
Third of the Third
Added Sun Jul 24 19:50:33 2011 at level 1:
I was the third son of the third son of the King of Baromyr. I doubt very
much that you have seen or even heard of my city, but I assure you we
Elves come from more than the city of Darsylon alone.
While Darsylon is a beautiful city in it's own right, many of us have
looked to it as a warning sign, rather than a guiding light. That city,
as are all Elven cities, was glorious once. But it has been tainted by
the corrupted populace of Thera, and so the city suffers.
Baromyr does not suffer. It will remain pure and it's gates closed so
long as my family rules. And they will rule eternally.
But I am not here to tell you the story of Baromyr, or even the noble
House that has sat upon it's throne for millennia. Their tale is grand, no
doubt. But my path has diverged from theirs.
Many noble families have fallen due to lack of a strong heir. But that
has not been the case in Baromyr. There are eight before me, and so I
will never be expected to sit upon the Ivory Throne.
Instead, my path has taken a decidedly different path.
Many of my kin, high-born and low, talk of the corruption that has begun
to infest Darsylon. This corruption which is born and thrives in the
cities of the lesser races. They all speak of what must be done, that one
of the pure-born must descend to common Thera and set right what is
wrong.
They talk, but precious few have the will to act.
I have become the exception.
First to Leave
Added Sun Jul 24 19:52:23 2011 at level 1:
Before I truly understood the concept of this vile corruption, I felt a
calling to address it. And now
My family is nothing if not confident, and assured our people of my
success. From a young age, I was honored with the finest swordsmen as my
tutors. I was taught the ways of war, and the means to peace.
But even I knew, at that young age, that this would be a war won not on
the battlefield alone. This corruption was not merely an encroaching
army. My brethren have successfully fought raiding Orcs and even Drow for
thousands of years. But those skirmishes were nothing to what lie ahead.
I found myself in the church, more than I expected. We Elves are
religious, it is true, but we are also proud. It is a rare Elf that will
admit he needs divine aid to find success.
And yet I found myself praying for such favor.
Fittingly, it was at the altar that I realized the time was right. My
people had never partaken on this type of quest. I could never learn all
I needed here.
Surely there was a city in the desolate lands of Thera that was not yet
fully consumed. Surely there were others fighting this fight. Others who
could show me, as I showed them.
And with that thought, I left my home. The third of the third, but the
first to leave. I did not look back. They had their duties, and now I had
mine.
A Theran, yet not
Added Tue Aug 16 02:29:50 2011 at level 28:
I am now a true Paladin, and a learning Priest of the Spearmaiden. I have
begun calling Voralian City my home, but in Thera I still feel as if I am
a stranger.
The people of Thera are different. I knew this of course, though I did
not realize how different they truly were. The enemies are cold, callous
and ruthless, but that much I expected as well. What was truly surprising
was the outright foolishness and anger of so many of those who I might
otherwise claim to be allies.
Twice now I have been accused angrily by those who claim to walk a
similar path of my own. I am called arrogant often enough it no longer
surprises. But is it so wrong to help those to weak to help themselves?
From Baromyr, I always thought of Thera as a land hungry for heroes,
desperate to be rescued from the corruption that continues to feed upon
the weak and helpless. But what I find is half-hearted champions too
eager for a quick death to help themselves, let alone others. I find
half-breeds so anxious to ignore their past, that they let it consume
them.
This is not the Thera that I expected.
But I suppose that is why I should persevere. These people need me,
whether they can admit it or not. They need those like me. Those who can
see what must be done, and who can act without compromise. Particularly
now that I see so many are led astray. It is unfortunate that so many
refuse that truth, but I should not let that discourage me. I will not.
These past years have been enlightening, though not all in a negative
way. I have had the truest honor to speak directly with the Spearmaiden,
Lady Baerinika herself. My heart raced, my palms sweated, and my tongue
stumbled. But the Lady Jaguar seemed content enough with my potential,
and has set me on my path. No, I should say.. our path.
A New Home
Added Tue Aug 23 09:11:34 2011 at level 42:
After leaving Baromyr, I thought I may never see home again. Yet after
many years, I began to refer to Voralian City as my new home. But now I
finally know, my true place is within the Fortress of Light.
Unfortunately it is not a home entirely without flaws.
I have been welcomed by the Captain Morin, a fellow Paladin and Priest of
the Spearmaiden. He is no Elf, but I suppose no one can be truly perfect.
It is welcome leadership nevertheless, given my encounters with some of
his Squires.
Some of these Squires are confused. Others seem to be outright lost.
There is a Paladin, a flawed man and a former Priest of the Jaguar, who
suggests the Paladin Code is something less than absolute. Nonsense, of
course. There are others who let their rage guide them, or worse, their
compassion for our enemies. I counsel, I lecture and a do my utmost to
teach.. but thus far, it seems many have their ears closed. I must find a
way to convince them to open their minds to the wisdom of the
Spearmaiden.
Their trust may be earned in time, perhaps. I am still amongst the newest
Squires to the Fortress. Many have only just learned my name and my face.
As they begin to trust me in battle, they may too begin to trust the
Jaguar's wisdom when spoken from my own lips.
Yes, after a long wait I have been welcomed into the ranks of the Maran,
as their Squire. But that is not the end of my journey. This is only the
beginning. I begin to see my duty here. Now I must find the method to
accomplish it.
PK Wins
Jul 30, 2011|Lv 11|Balator|Razvan vs 1: Vhenylos (100%, wrath)
Aug 10, 2011|Lv 21|The North Road|Zratham vs 1: Vhenylos (100%, heavenly wrath)
Aug 14, 2011|Lv 27|The Inn of the Eternal Star|Yubotexz vs 1: Vhenylos (100%, shield jab)
Aug 16, 2011|Lv 28|Darsylon|Dreggin vs 1: Vhenylos (100%, heavenly wrath)
Aug 16, 2011|Lv 29|The Pass|Rolas vs 1: Vhenylos (100%, wrath)
Aug 17, 2011|Lv 29|Bramblefield Road|Zhebulon vs 1: Vhenylos (100%, lightning bolt)
Aug 17, 2011|Lv 30|The Redhorn Mountains|Yubotexz vs 2: Vhenylos (91%, heavenly wrath), Utharion (8%)
Aug 17, 2011|Lv 30|The Imperial Palace|Shougrah vs 2: Rotdru (14%), Vhenylos (85%, divine power)
Aug 20, 2011|Lv 36|The Past Grove|Dreggin vs 2: Vhenylos (95%, heavenly wrath), Zhebulon (4%)
Aug 23, 2011|Lv 44|The Imperial Palace|Easog vs 2: Rotdru (0%), Vhenylos (100%, heavenly wrath)
Aug 26, 2011|Lv 46|Coven of Dralkar Wood|Caerdryn vs 2: Vhenylos (6%), Tavlin (93%, claw)