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Fironus · 10-22-04, 05:03 PM

Full Name: Felinar Sven'aele
Age: 85
Class(es): Cleric 40
Race: Elf
Subrace:
Alignment: Neutral
Deity: Kithairien
Domains (if cleric): Animal/Trickery
Short Bio/Description:
Born to a small clan of elves in the north end of Sielwood you have always been attracted to nature. As you progressed in age you were naturally drawn to the god Kithairien. Every time you would go on the hunt with your fellow elves you tended to become more at one with the environment then even your elvin brethren. As you grew and researched the world and worldly ways you came to learn of a god known as "The Runner". It was then while sitting in the clan matron mothers study reading that you finally heard your calling. The calling to the woods...the calling to...the hunt.
From that day forward you have delved deep into your studies as a cleric of Kithairien. You excelled as a cleric, besting even the prophecy told by your matron mother of a great cleric of Kithiarien coming from your clan. As you progressed in your studies you realized that there was no law as great as that of nature. You finally understood your calling...that strange feeling that you had felt from youth that something was missing. You realized that under your current living conditions you could never attain the level of wisdom you would need to do justice to your god. And so you desided on that damp dreary day that you had to leave. And so you set about collecting a the few meager possesions you owned. You sat and looked at them...your spear, your bow and the leather armor you had hand stitched in your youth. It wasnt much but it was more then enough to do what needed to be done.
After you had left the matron mother in the study hall you remember what she told you, the words kept rolling through your head. "You will be great one day, greater then you can ever imagine. At that point your god will call on you to give greater then most can ever imagine. At that point you will understand what your true calling is." The words baffled you. You couldnt understand what she could be talking about. As you traveled the words kept running through your head. You knew you had attained a level few would ever see in your studies but you were nowhere near the level she had been hinting at. At that point you decided that to become that elf you would need to devote the rest of your life to Kithairien. And so it was, you studied harder and harder. Striving to become the one you had been fortold of. Knowing that one day you would be called upon, called upon to give for your god more then most could imagine.

10-22-04, 05:03 PM	#1
Fironus Recruit Join Date: Oct 2004 Posts: 4 Thanks: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts	Felinar Sven'aele Full Name: Felinar Sven'aele Age: 85 Class(es): Cleric 40 Race: Elf Subrace: Alignment: Neutral Deity: Kithairien Domains (if cleric): Animal/Trickery Short Bio/Description: Born to a small clan of elves in the north end of Sielwood you have always been attracted to nature. As you progressed in age you were naturally drawn to the god Kithairien. Every time you would go on the hunt with your fellow elves you tended to become more at one with the environment then even your elvin brethren. As you grew and researched the world and worldly ways you came to learn of a god known as "The Runner". It was then while sitting in the clan matron mothers study reading that you finally heard your calling. The calling to the woods...the calling to...the hunt. From that day forward you have delved deep into your studies as a cleric of Kithairien. You excelled as a cleric, besting even the prophecy told by your matron mother of a great cleric of Kithiarien coming from your clan. As you progressed in your studies you realized that there was no law as great as that of nature. You finally understood your calling...that strange feeling that you had felt from youth that something was missing. You realized that under your current living conditions you could never attain the level of wisdom you would need to do justice to your god. And so you desided on that damp dreary day that you had to leave. And so you set about collecting a the few meager possesions you owned. You sat and looked at them...your spear, your bow and the leather armor you had hand stitched in your youth. It wasnt much but it was more then enough to do what needed to be done. After you had left the matron mother in the study hall you remember what she told you, the words kept rolling through your head. "You will be great one day, greater then you can ever imagine. At that point your god will call on you to give greater then most can ever imagine. At that point you will understand what your true calling is." The words baffled you. You couldnt understand what she could be talking about. As you traveled the words kept running through your head. You knew you had attained a level few would ever see in your studies but you were nowhere near the level she had been hinting at. At that point you decided that to become that elf you would need to devote the rest of your life to Kithairien. And so it was, you studied harder and harder. Striving to become the one you had been fortold of. Knowing that one day you would be called upon, called upon to give for your god more then most could imagine.