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« on: March 28, 2007, 02:27:12 pm »
* a note is tacked to the board in elegant handwriting recognizeable to those who have bought Elohanna's scrolls as her handwriting*
Due to a recent surge in scroll request I have found myself in a spot. I do not have any Mahogany scrolls. I am hopefull that some fine woodsman or woman will be willing to quote me a fair price for 30 to 40 of these.
*sighed*
Elohanna Min A'Lite
Scribe to the Angel's Guild
//feel free to submit your bids here or via PM
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« on: November 04, 2006, 12:30:04 pm »
Real Name: Amireana Mandrine
Age: 28
Class: Fighter 7* / (*with hopes of Duelist. I understand I will have to resubmit the character again later to request levels in Duelist along with evidence from my character development thread to show I have RPed the character to that end.)
Race: Human
Eye Color: Purple, similar to an amethyst
Hair color: White
Origin: Unknown
Alignment: Neutral Good
Diety: Rofirien
Language: Common
Description:
This woman stands about 5’9 with long naturally white hair. A very light complexion, almost white. With her hood collected about her face, his features remain hidden except for those piercing purple eyes that seem cold and distant as if you were staring at a pair of cold amethyst and they were gazing back. She says little and observes everything. Her eyes collect the sights around her as if he were preserving them in a book. When she speaks her voice is neither harsh nor abrasive but the voice of someone who is sure and confident. Her unusual hair and eye color suggest that she may have some Drow heritage.
History:
If you are reading this, it is because perhaps you wish to know more about my memories or perhaps the events that have led up to my calling. If this is not the case, and you don’t wish to know, then do not bother concerning yourself with the contents held within this apparently simple book. This was not meant for you. It was meant for them. Who you ask? It was meant for those who dare to remember.
Remember what you might ask? Remember the past. To remember where we have been and where we are headed. To know who we are, we must know what we were to begin with. What led us down the road to decide to fight, live, or decide to die? Was death a decision or was it the hand of fate deciding it was just our time?
If you are truly interested in knowing who I am, then surely you are curious about the past as well. Perhaps you believe as I do and you find the need to learn about the memories of what has brought us here. That brought me here.
My name is Amireana, at least that is what Johan called me. Who is Johan you ask? Johan Mandrine, he was the man on whose doorstep I was left as an infant, and who subsequently raised me. I asked him once why he chose Amireana and he simply said “white” and continued the task of chopping more wood. He was a man of few words, but always when he spoke it was fraught with meaning, and thought.
I asked him once how I came to be on his doorstep. He replied as if he believed it, “Pixies, those meddlesome creatures, always butting into affairs they ought not to.” He shook his head at me as he seemed amused at my question. Never would he elaborate. So I never questioned it again and adopted the family name of he who raised me. From then on it did not matter much where I came from, he was all I knew. I had by this time grown up with him as if he was my father. He has been the only family I have known. My true family name is yet unknown to even me. What happened…did happen, and there is no changing the past.
Johan did tell me though that when I first came to be on his doorstep, he had made the same assumption that most would make upon first glance, that I could be of Drow heritage. To be certain, he had taken me to a friend of his. A master of divination, who was able to confirm for a certainty that I was not. I admit it was tough growing up with the assumption that I was, and not everyone was entirely convinced that I was not. The evil that the Drow are known for made most shun me and look upon me with fear. I look upon people without making assumptions of their heritage. I judge them based upon what I would learn from them and about them. I watch their actions and the way they speak more carefully. I listen to their body speak what their lips are afraid to. I see the fear and hatred in their eyes, but I know the truth.
Johan Mandrine was a master in the ways of the blade. He taught as much as he could to me about the intricacies of the blade, the codes of the warrior and chivalry. He was a man of honor and he fought with a grace unlike any I have yet seen to date. He fought as if his life depended on it and died as if he had no fear. From him I learned much. For him I will fight with honor and die with grace. I will fight to rid the lands of the evil that breeds in its darkest corners.
Who am I? I am Amireana Mandrine, a warrior, a protector. I serve to the will of the Great Dragon Rofirein and protect those who can not protect themselves. I will likely die as I lived. I will die fighting the cause to rid the world of evil. I am Dragon called to fight the war against the evil that plagues the world of Layonara.
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There are many weapons I have been taught to use over my time with Johan. My preferred is the rapier. Its long thin blade suited to striking fast at the enemy and ending their life swiftly and most effectively. Its handle suited to protecting, much as the one who wields it in battle. It has a distinct style and elegance suited to the grace that Johan personified, and personally, I find soothing. It is not a heavy weapon at all and in the right hands can slice its opposition before they even realize they have been cut.
I have seen many men battle with such anger inside their hearts. Without any purpose, making their form sloppy and ugly. Their control over the weapon they wield without the respect that such an instrument of life and death deserves. To hold in your hand the means to end a man’s life deserves nothing but the utmost respect. The enemy deserves to die with dignity and respect, as much as we do.
I will not boast of victories, I will not hang my head in shame upon those that I have killed in my attempt to rid the world of evil. I will simply look upon those who have fallen in battle and admire them. They fought bravely for the cause they felt just in their own hearts, even if it may not agree with my own. I will take what I can from them and share what I have learned with the one who would genuinely wish to know what it is I know. I will fight for the Great Dragon with my head held high and know that the reason I fight is not with malice or fear, but with pride, and a cause that is just.
Unknown History to the Character: Her parents frightened of the way their daughter looked when she was born, and the way they would be treated, abandoned her. Afraid they would be associated with the much feared Drow. The fact is her unique appearance is akin to partial albinism.
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« on: October 29, 2006, 12:37:02 pm »
Dear Friends,
It is with a heavy heart that I write this notice to inform you all of the recent events that have happened within the nearby township of Haven. As some of you may be aware this effects not only Haven, but the mines in which many of you, mine the iron you use to craft your weapons, rings, and armor. As they have also been affected by this threat.
What has befallen the city you may ask? Gnolls. Many Many Gnolls. The very same gnolls that not long ago attacked a caravan of full of weapons on route to Haven and fled deep into the Sielwoods. Many have laid witness to a large and growing encampment there of Gnolls, who at the time took three of our number from us. This is not a joke, this is no laughing matter this is a very real threat and they want us to know they are there.
They are massing their forces and this is to serve as warning of for you all, that the roads near and around Haven, the roads especially leading to Spellgard are not safe. Animals are not safe, and neither are we. Haven is erecting barricades as I write this to try to keep out the invaders but I fear barricades will not be enough if we all don’t stand up to assist.
While we may idly sit by and concern ourselves with trivial concerns things, if we do not band together against this ever present and ever growing threat of Gnolls. They will over run the castle and its townsfolk, as well as cutting us off from a resource that can help us to fight back against them.
It is time now to listen to the words that Melanna speaks, and to instead of taking up arms against the Ogres in the Haven mines, to seek out the assistance of those friendly Ogres who could possibly help us all. Let us all stand together and fight back the evil or separated we will all fall, and the Gnolls will only serve to drive us from our land.
Please listen to the words I speak, I have no ill will towards any of you, but wish to see all of those who I hold dear to be aware of this growing threat.
There are already many that have fallen to the random attacks of the Gnolls. These are not typical Gnolls but by all accounts and recognition, part of something very evil, possibly arcane magic. As Serissa, has suggested possibly the work of druids. If this is the case, who knows what dark magic or deeds they are planning. Kit and the townsfolk have been directly attacked, the slaughter of many animals has been witnessed, and even some of the Haven guards have been killed.
I urge you all not to travel alone along the route to Spellgard. If possible to travel in large parties. You will notice these Gnolls by their unusual markings and their ability to seemingly appear and disappear at will. If you dare to venture on your own, May Aeridin watch you and keep you safe.
Please I urge you all to prepare yourselves for the very real threat that lies ahead.
Elohanna Min A’Litae
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« on: September 08, 2006, 09:05:30 pm »
Elohanna Min A'Litae
(Daughter of the Light)
Age: 150
Class: Wizard
Race: Elvish
Sub Race: Sun Elf
Eye Color: Pale Blue
Hair color: Copper-Brownish
Diety: Aeridin
Origin: Saida, Voltrex
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Language ears needed: Elven, common
Description:
Elohanna stands about 4’9 with copper-brownish wavy long hair that comes to the middle of her back. Pale Bluish that seem to pierce even the farthest corner of your soul. She is about 90 pounds. At first glance the soft features of her face give the impression of one who is kind and of gentle spirit. Her eyes seem to focus on sights far away with the air of a dreamer lost on the winds of her thoughts. Yet when brought to bear upon you they seem to read your own thoughts and reflect a scholarly wisdom that somehow both touches you within and puts you at distance, categorized and kept in the place you belong, just out reach of she herself. Her posture is graceful yet somewhat rigid, like one who orders herself with precision down to the last detail of pose, yet also showing of long hours spent in study over tomes and texts in ancient libraries.
Personality:
She is a quiet, shy person who prefers people to come to her if they wish to engage her rather than being the first to initiate social interaction. Once engaged in conversation that interests her though she can become rather passionate about her own thoughts on things she has studied and has a firm grasp of. Even in crowds she tends to let others shine more than herself and tends to stay more to the background. She is an observer of society and cultures. She tends to listen more to those around her than try to enforce her views on others but keeps a very open mind for an Elf.
When facing conflict she tends to push her reservations aside and her thoughts become more focused to the moment. While she is intensely loyal to her friends, she usually seeks to protect them through subtle means behind the scenes.
Family:
Elwe Lissesul: Father
Enelya Sirfalas: Mother
Nessa Galathil : Nanny
Eli Shamoon: Friend and Mentor after her parents passing, someone she considered much more than just a friend but close family to her.
History:
Elohanna grew up in the Elven city of Saida. She was brought up in a very loving home, leaving her very little reason to leave the fine city. At least until the time where wars began to plague other Elven communities throughout the land and her parents, Elwe and Enelya went to help her distant cousins. Elohanna was left in the care of a trusted friend of theirs while they were away in order to keep their little girl safe.
‘Auntie Nessa’ is what she preferred to be called. We were never as close over the years and grew even more distant when the news finally reached us that my parents had died. For the longest time, she and I had not spoke, Elohanna had not wanted to speak to anyone. She pushed everyone away and became a loner. The last thing she wanted was to become close to anyone again only to lose them. So she immersed herself in books, in fantasy, in legends and worlds that were anything but what was the reality that caused the pain she lived in now. Finally not even Nessa was left to console her heart of her parents passing. She was alone now completely.
She spent many hours each day immersed in the text of the great libraries, seeking to learn all she could about the world around me. It was here she met her one true friend who brought her under his wing, sensing about her the potential for great things.
For many years after her family’s death, she would hide away among the large dusty texts learning their secrets, dreaming of her family, crying alone for many hours. Eli didn’t let her really be alone though. He let her immerse herself in the books and let her stay in the library as long as she cared too. Even at times when she was not paying attention to anything other than the books he would sneak snacks to her discreetly.
Eli Shamoon had been keeping an eye on her. Feeling her pain and sorrow at the loss of her parents and could see how much it tore her up inside. He could see how much she hid from the truth and tried to hide it behind the books, she buried herself in. He also was intrigued by the clarity of thought she seemed to possess, her unique perspective and insight, that allowed her to grasp things in ways that others could not.
Her intelligence and willingness to learn made him approach her and ask her if she would like to become his apprentice. Elohanna was very flattered by such an offer and found herself unable to refuse the opportunity to learn even more.
Eli would stretch her thoughts in new and amazing ways. He was a very stern proctor, but also rewarded her when she exceeded his expectations. He was growing older, weaker though. He wanted to teach her as much as he could while he could. He wanted her to be able to take care of herself and to help her achieve her dreams. He wanted to give her a solid foundation in which to build her future.
On the eve of his death he told her about amazing far away places where she would be welcomed, where she would find her true purpose. He told her how she was not meant to be secluded away in the confines of the city of Saida, no matter how beautiful the city was. She was a rarity even among their kind and her destiny lie far away. She held tightly to him as he faded from their world, she held tightly to his body and cried deeply.
With his passing, she had lost her best and truest friend, her one and only reason for staying in the city of Saida. She no longer had any reason to be here. No one else she truly felt the same kinship and family with. Many people who she had met in passing but none who she dared call family.
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It wasn’t long ago I met him, His name is Rain Darsus. At first our meeting so brief, I thought that perhaps he could have been just a dream I was having. Since coming to Hlint most things have seemed that way. Why should I have thought him to be any different.
There was also a strange woman, I am unsure of her name as we were never introduced but she seems a little arrogant. I suppose I shall meet her again if fate determines our paths are meant to cross. It would seem my only friend that seems constant is Fiora, my beautiful familiar. She is a constant companion who watches over me and keeps me safe. I have found in her a true friend.
Although I admit after learning today that Rain was no dream, and having the opportunity to meet his lovely wife. Counting them as dreams has been pushed to the back of my mind as I have come to the firm conclusion that they are indeed very real. That not only are they real, but generous in spirit and heart. Rain and Sonya are two I believe will be good friends, and whom I will learn much from.
Today’s adventures into the crypts, were definitely a profitable adventure, it wasn’t my only adventures I was also to able to help deliver some mail, experience crafting, and cooking. Cooking I must admit I don’t think to be my strong suit. Tinkering and Crafting on the other hand it seems with some practice I could have a genuine knack for. We shall see. For now it is time for sleep.
Elohanna Min A’Litae
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