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Eldarim Khiasa Hirao ...of the stars great multitude, a nomad student... | |||||
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Introduction
Family: Silverleaf [.SIL - .ver - .leaf] Ancestry: Wood Elf, Wood Elf Base Class: Khiasa Nomad Brief Character Description: Bound to honor, he is an elf believing in the ultimate good of the world. He is at one with nature, and the only place he truly feels at home is in the woodlands. His mood determines whether he speaks or not.
Nay, the answer is no, for little has I achieved compared to the legends of history. Little have I done for the land that has fostered me, little compared to what I owe it; - the land which I have learned to call mother. But then again, would I truly want to earn my right into history? Would I truly want to go through fire and death to become a legend, a story to the bard’s hungry crowd? Again, my answer is no, I wish not. Who could call themselves at one with nature, at peace, if one was a breed of chaos, a breed of war? My heart is longing for peace, and ever it has, since my birth in a land of destruction. My heart is longing for a chance to walk among animals in the quiet woods of an unknown land without ever being anxious of any shadow or sound, without ever needing to lay my hands ready on the pommel of my sheathed sabers, prepared to defend myself on my life… Nay, why would I wish to be remembered for such trials, if I could choose them away? Ever since my birth I have been on the run from what I wish would never be. Evil, chaos, -a life I can never understand. Yet I live in it, breathe in it, fight in it… and I have come to realize that I may never find peace, a world where evil is not, a land of perfect harmony, and so my trials in this world will go in vain... yet I am determined to defend nature from the evil that has cursed it so. When my family died, all those years back, too little to understand, I was left alone. Still I remember it as if it was yesterday. Our flight through the burning forest, the death of my mother, and my own escape… how I learned to survive in the forest, and how the wolves greeted me so kindly. I guess my destiny among nature was already sealed at birth, for the breed of the forest has always treated me with respect, greeted me as their friend, a true friend… yet ever was the presence of evil… …but, perhaps, it was not until I met Daltien Mithrandir, the last surviving member of an ancient elven house called Eldarele, that my perspectives opened. Living among animals for many years, I had learned their way. I was a hunter, and at the same time I was the hunted. I was living of the earth and with the earth, at one with nature. Master Daltien tutored me in the ways of civilization and of known lore of the lands, and so he freed me, but at the same time enslaved me to the true realm we live in… Why he left Eldarele I know not, and probably never will… but he shall always remain in my heart as a father. With him, a lot of other new members of the house took their farewells too, and in the end only three of us remained. Determined to both honor Daltien, the ancient elves, and the gift Tunare once laid upon our house, we swore on the oath to bring Eldarele to new hights, and give back the true reputation of elves. I am proud to be an Eldarim Eldarele, I am honored to be among my kin… ~Glimdrell Silverleaf
One must realize the truth. In these chaotic times it is hard to believe in universal truth, and I continuously asked myself in doubt, is there truly any purpose to life? In the world of most, purpose is only ambition, the ambition to gain recognition, wealth and power. In this world, all that truly matters are oneself and the reputation one gain with each deed and kill, or the fear one gain with ones constant evolution of destructive power. In truth, the ambition of those who follow selfish principles is no more than a chaotic waste, a measurable gain that must be followed by immeasurable loss. Nay, the truth of the universe lies in the harmony, the mellifluous singing of common prosperity. To join that song, one must find inner harmony, must find the notes that ring true. That is the truth of the universe. Evil creatures cannot sing... ~Glimdrell Silverleaf |
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of lands afar and regions war torn, to tales of once lost mithral beworn stories so powerful shake our core... |
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Structure and content by the local webelf, Liren. |