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<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Vas'Waerd Family]]<br /> <br /> Aestiera Mir Eilaede (Bard and wife of Cairyn Vas Waerd): first to lay down plans in the event that the World Dragon awoke <br /> <br /> Cairyn Vas'Waerd (Paladin, Human): taught a unique fighting style that was unsurpassed in all of Elanthia. They called themselves the Waerd Mir and their style was known as Hentoi rae il Waerd. Cairyn died helping the Paladins of House Theren in their conflict with Teiro<br /> <br /> Maize L'dar Ebonrune (Bard, Elf): Aestiera gave her the title &quot;Waerd rae li Mir&quot; in honor of her husband. He continued to expand their fighting style and transformed it into a two weapon style. He called this style &quot;audru rae telo&quot;. Maize taught His five best students. They called themselves the Seord Mir.<br /> <br /> Together Cairyn and Aestiera are the original founders of the order known as the [[Iron Circle]].<br /> <br /> [[Aerathor]] Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Human) Decedent of the remaining mixed blood lineage of the Vas'Waerd and Moonbender families. After discovering his lost ancestry he changed his surname from Moonbender to Vas'Waerd and began seeking knowledge of the forgotten order and martial forms his family was responsible for creating. After finding remnants of the Hentoi rae il Waerd mixed together with variations of several other lost forms in a crystal hand monastery library he begun training to master them and vowed to bring the lost forms back into the world. Naming his sect of martial arts Waerd Kai which means Dragon's Four in [[gamgweth]] he trains to master the varied forms of the ancient Mir tradition.<br /> <br /> [[Avelia]] Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Elf) Wife of Aerathor and newest member of the family. Apprenticed to Aerathor seeking power to avenge her mother and father who were murdered in cold blood. Aerathor quickly became infatuated with the young elf and slowly won her heart as they traveled together researching the history of the Hentoi rae il Waerd. As her mastery of weapons improved Aerathor gave her the title of Waerd Alshabi. Bonded and driven they work to revitalize the tradition of the Vas'Waerd bloodline as guardians of the realms from the threat of the World Dragon's eventual re-awakening.</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Vas%27Waerd&diff=513764 2020-01-16T22:51:06Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Vas'Waerd Family]]<br /> <br /> Aestiera Mir Eilaede (Bard and wife of Cairyn Vas Waerd): first to lay down plans in the event that the World Dragon awoke <br /> <br /> Cairyn Vas'Waerd (Paladin, Human): taught a unique fighting style that was unsurpassed in all of Elanthia. They called themselves the Waerd Mir and their style was known as Hentoi rae il Waerd. Cairyn died helping the Paladins of House Theren in their conflict with Teiro<br /> <br /> Maize L'dar Ebonrune (Bard, Elf): Aestiera gave her the title &quot;Waerd rae li Mir&quot; in honor of her husband. He continued to expand their fighting style and transformed it into a two weapon style. He called this style &quot;audru rae telo&quot;. Maize taught His five best students. They called themselves the Seord Mir.<br /> <br /> Together Cairyn and Aestiera are the original founders of the order known as the [[Iron Circle]].<br /> <br /> [[Aerathor]] Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Human) Direct decedent of the remaining mixed blood lineage of the Vas'Waerd and Moonbender families. After discovering his lost ancestry he changed his surname from Moonbender to Vas'Waerd and began seeking knowledge of the forgotten order and martial forms his family was responsible for creating. After finding remnants of the Hentoi rae il Waerd mixed together with variations of several other lost forms in a crystal hand monastery library he begun training to master them and vowed to bring the lost forms back into the world. Naming his sect of martial arts Waerd Kai which means Dragon's Four in [[gamgweth]] he seeks out new pupils who would listen and refers to four pillars upon which his teachings rest. <br /> <br /> [[Avelia]] Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Elf) Wife of Aerathor and newest member of the family. Apprenticed to Aerathor seeking power to avenge her mother and father who were murdered in cold blood. Aerathor quickly became infatuated with the young elf and slowly won her heart as they traveled together researching the history of the Hentoi rae il Waerd. As her mastery of weapons improved Aerathor gave her the title of Waerd Alshabi. Bonded and driven they work to revitalize the tradition of the Vas'Waerd bloodline as guardians of the realms from the threat of the World Dragon's eventual re-awakening.</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Vas%27Waerd&diff=513762 2020-01-16T17:46:25Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Vas'Waerd Family]]<br /> <br /> Aestiera Mir Eilaede (Bard and wife of Cairyn Vas Waerd): first to lay down plans in the event that the World Dragon awoke <br /> <br /> Cairyn Vas'Waerd (Paladin, Human): taught a unique fighting style that was unsurpassed in all of Elanthia. They called themselves the Waerd Mir and their style was known as Hentoi rae il Waerd. Cairyn died helping the Paladins of House Theren in their conflict with Teiro<br /> <br /> Maize L'dar Ebonrune (Bard, Elf): Aestiera gave her the title &quot;Waerd rae li Mir&quot; in honor of her husband. He continued to expand their fighting style and transformed it into a two weapon style. He called this style &quot;audru rae telo&quot;. Maize taught His five best students. They called themselves the Seord Mir.<br /> <br /> Together Cairyn and Aestiera are the original founders of the order known as the [[Iron Circle]].<br /> <br /> [[Aerathor]] Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Human) Direct decedent of the remaining mixed blood lineage of the Vas'Waerd and Moonbender families. After discovering his lost ancestry he changed his surname from Moonbender to Vas'Waerd and began seeking knowledge of the forgotten order and martial forms his family was responsible for creating. After finding remnants of his fathers style the Hentoi rae il Waerd mixed together with variations of several other lost forms in a crystal hand monastery library he begun training to master them and vowed to bring the lost forms back into the world. Naming his sect of martial arts Waerd Kai which means Dragon's Four in [[gamgweth]] he seeks out new pupils who would listen and refers to four pillars upon which his teachings rest. <br /> <br /> [[Avelia]] Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Elf) Wife of Aerathor and newest member of the family. Apprenticed to Aerathor seeking power to avenge her mother and father who were murdered in cold blood. Aerathor quickly became infatuated with the young elf and slowly won her heart as they traveled together researching the history of the Hentoi rae il Waerd. As her mastery of weapons improved Aerathor gave her the title of Waerd Alshabi. Bonded and driven they work to revitalize the tradition of the Vas'Waerd bloodline as guardians of the realms from the threat of the World Dragon's eventual re-awakening.</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Vas%27Waerd&diff=513761 2020-01-16T17:46:10Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Vas'Waerd Family]]<br /> <br /> Aestiera Mir Eilaede (Bard and wife of Cairyn Vas Waerd): first to lay down plans in the event that the World Dragon awoke <br /> <br /> Cairyn Vas'Waerd (Paladin, Human): taught a unique fighting style that was unsurpassed in all of Elanthia. They called themselves the Waerd Mir and their style was known as Hentoi rae il Waerd. Cairyn died helping the Paladins of House Theren in their conflict with Teiro<br /> <br /> Maize L'dar Ebonrune (Bard, Elf): Aestiera gave her the title &quot;Waerd rae li Mir&quot; in honor of her husband. He continued to expand their fighting style and transformed it into a two weapon style. He called this style &quot;audru rae telo&quot;. Maize taught His five best students. They called themselves the Seord Mir.<br /> <br /> Together Cairyn and Aestiera the original founders of the order known as the [[Iron Circle]].<br /> <br /> [[Aerathor]] Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Human) Direct decedent of the remaining mixed blood lineage of the Vas'Waerd and Moonbender families. After discovering his lost ancestry he changed his surname from Moonbender to Vas'Waerd and began seeking knowledge of the forgotten order and martial forms his family was responsible for creating. After finding remnants of his fathers style the Hentoi rae il Waerd mixed together with variations of several other lost forms in a crystal hand monastery library he begun training to master them and vowed to bring the lost forms back into the world. Naming his sect of martial arts Waerd Kai which means Dragon's Four in [[gamgweth]] he seeks out new pupils who would listen and refers to four pillars upon which his teachings rest. <br /> <br /> [[Avelia]] Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Elf) Wife of Aerathor and newest member of the family. Apprenticed to Aerathor seeking power to avenge her mother and father who were murdered in cold blood. Aerathor quickly became infatuated with the young elf and slowly won her heart as they traveled together researching the history of the Hentoi rae il Waerd. As her mastery of weapons improved Aerathor gave her the title of Waerd Alshabi. Bonded and driven they work to revitalize the tradition of the Vas'Waerd bloodline as guardians of the realms from the threat of the World Dragon's eventual re-awakening.</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Vas%27Waerd&diff=513760 2020-01-16T17:42:15Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Vas'Waerd Family]]<br /> <br /> Aestiera Mir Eilaede (Bard and wife of Cairyn Vas Waerd): first to lay down plans in the event that the World Dragon awoke <br /> <br /> Cairyn Vas'Waerd (Paladin, Human): taught a unique fighting style that was unsurpassed in all of Elanthia. They called themselves the Waerd Mir and their style was known as Hentoi rae il Waerd. Cairyn died helping the Paladins of House Theren in their conflict with Teiro<br /> <br /> Maize L'dar Ebonrune (Bard, Elf): Aestiera gave her the title &quot;Waerd rae li Mir&quot; in honor of her husband. He continued to expand their fighting style and transformed it into a two weapon style. He called this style &quot;audru rae telo&quot;. Maize taught His five best students. They called themselves the Seord Mir.<br /> <br /> Together Cairyn and Aestiera the original founders of the order known as the [[Iron Circle]].<br /> <br /> [[Aerathor]] Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Human) Direct decedent of the remaining mixed blood lineage of the Vas'Waerd and Moonbender families. After discovering his lost ancestry he changed his surname from Moonbender to Vas'Waerd and began seeking knowledge of the forgotten order and martial forms his family was responsible for creating. After finding remnants of his fathers style the Hentoi rae il Waerd mixed together with variations of several other lost forms in a crystal hand monastery library he begun training to master them and vowed to bring the lost forms back into the world. Naming his sect of martial arts Waerd Kai which means Dragon's Four in [[gamgweth]] he seeks out new pupils who would listen and refers to four pillars upon which his teachings rest. No fear, No pain, No defeat and No mercy for the enemy. <br /> <br /> [[Avelia]] Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Elf) Wife of Aerathor and newest member of the family. Apprenticed to Aerathor seeking power to avenge her mother and father who were murdered in cold blood. Aerathor quickly became infatuated with the young elf and slowly won her heart as they traveled together researching the history of the Hentoi rae il Waerd. As her mastery of weapons improved Aerathor gave her the title of Waerd Alshabi. Bonded and driven they work to revitalize the tradition of the Vas'Waerd bloodline as guardians of the realms from the threat of the World Dragon's eventual re-awakening.</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Moon_Mage_vision_list_2012&diff=500870 2019-03-09T17:04:06Z

<p>AERATHOR: /* 2012 */</p> <hr /> <div>This list includes visions from the [[Moon mage]] [[Prediction#Other prediction types|event prediction]] ability experienced in 2012. <br /> <br /> Also included are spontaneous visions experienced without the use of the {{com|Predict}} command. These latter visions can be experienced by any moon mage as long as they're logged into the game environment when the vision is distributed. Generally these visions signal incipient invasions or immediate developments in an ongoing event or storyline.<br /> <br /> Moon mage visions stem directly from their prophetic link to the [[Plane of Probability]] and connection to Fate.<br /> <br /> <br /> ==2012==<br /> {{visions|date=12/16/2012|vision=Your vision goes hazy and you find yourself looking at a village with a large gathering of Elpazi. A small group has broken off, and looks to be standing away from the bigger cluster. From the large group, one, clearly an elder steps forward and says, &quot;No. We want peace.&quot; Your view changes, and you find yourself looking at the smaller group, all appear to be younger and angrier. One of them, his piercing crystal blue eyes blazing, spits on the ground before the small knot turns their backs and disappears from the village. |sub=Elpalzi, Alret}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=12/15/2012|vision=Your vision blackens momentarily, and you find yourself in a dark room, a young Elpazi tinkering with some sort of explosive device, with cages of various small animals stacked behind him. The last thing you see is a pair of Elpazi hands removing a spitting and hissing cat from its cage. The vision ends. |sub=Elpalzi |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=11/13/2012|vision=A young mage dressed in black and silver gazes up at the obelisk, unconsciously fiddling with his pewter shrew amulet. A calm voice ends the vision, though the message lingers in your mind, &quot;Be gone, your kind is not welcome here.&quot; |sub=Children of Kalestraum, Taisgath |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=11/13/2012|vision=Silvery threads stretch delicately in every direction forming an impossibly complex web. A particular strand catches your eye as it begins to smolder. |sub=Web of Fate |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=Late October 2012|vision=A Y'shai stands nearly motionless, weapon at rest, with eyes ceaselessly scanning the shadows. Without warning his hand darts into the shadows to grab a skulking figure. He decrees, &quot;That is enough from you.&quot; and dispassionately drags the struggling figure away. |sub=Y'Shai, Throne City justice system? |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=Late October 2012|vision=An elderly but remarkably well aged man strides through darkness. Every step, every gesture, every motion he makes is done with conviction and accompanied by swirls of crimson.<br /> <br /> A pair of massive bronze doors stands in his path, but they smoothly swing open at his approach. Eventually, he reaches a long marble table lit by an unseen light and ringed by a wide assortment of people, all finely dressed. Most seem unnerved by the man's approach, though several are visibly pleased.<br /> <br /> Only as the man steps into the light do you notice the disfiguring scars that mar the man's face. He places his right hand on the table, for his left sleeve hangs empty, and gazes at the crowd in euphoria, &quot;Let us begin.&quot;<br /> |sub= |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=10/08/2012|vision= Accosted by a sudden, unfamiliar equine sensation, you open your eyes to a snow-covered world passing rapidly by you as you gallop mightily. Hazy shapes appear in front of you, only to be mowed down like so many wheat stalks. Soon, the snow is painted a holy red as far as the eye can see, yet you cannot slow down. |sub=Asketi's Ride |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=10/06/2012|vision= You open your eyes to a vision, but only see a giant snake staring back maliciously. Immediately, it strikes at you with a tremendous force that jolts your foresight painfully and disrupts your concentration. |sub=Asketi's Ride |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=10/06/2012|vision= From a distance, you see the indistinct skyline of a sprawling city -- burning and half-destroyed. The cloudy image of a pair of frosty blue eyes dominates the night sky from horizon to horizon, causing your spirit to shrivel. |sub=Asketi's Ride |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=10/05/2012|vision= Clad in peasant garb, you are thrown to the side of the road by a passing rider. Although you feel no pain, your wretched inability to stand back up suggests a severe wound. Your ragged plea for help to a nearby woman dies in your throat when you notice her long, smoke-like black hair billowing about a face of even deeper blackness. |sub=Asketi's Ride |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=10/05/2012|vision= You stumble through icy terrain, lost in a bleak blizzard and knowing that your companions are already dead. A banshee scream begins in the distance and draws nearer. Tears flood uncontrollably from your eyes, only to snap-freeze on your face, as your will to live is inexorably smothered by the cruel sound. |sub=Asketi's Ride |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=10/05/2012|vision= Monstrous creatures and dark-clad humanoids pour down a foggy mountainside, while a lone silver-haired woman stands before them all on their path. Her one hand is raised in an imperious gesture as if to halt them, but her head is bowed in humble resignation. The chaotic armies rumble past the woman, forking around her at a respectful distance. |sub= |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=10/05/2012|vision= You suddenly find yourself at the bottom of a dry well, sheer stone walls rising around you. High above, what appears to be a sickle dangles over the well's mouth. Blood drips endlessly from it, drenching your helpless body and filling the well at an unreal rate. The vision dims away just before you drown. |sub= |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=08/19/2012|vision= You feel your heart begin to race, a surge of battle-fury wracking you. The need to *know* throbs in your breast almost as urgently as your heartbeat. You stand before a Human woman with pale blue eyes. You fix her with your gaze and grate, &quot;Tell...me...&quot; The urge to wrap your hands around her pale white throat is almost uncontrollable, but you keep yourself still with an effort. The woman smiles at you, her eyes full of sadness. She shakes her head silently and opens her mouth. You recoil in horror. |sub= |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=08/19/2012|vision= You see an austere classroom overfilled with people. Robed men and women of different ages -- even a few elders and astute-looking children -- are seated at rows of desks, poring over pristine parchments. The instructor scrawls numbers and formulae on the blackboard, pausing often to strike through something and rewrite it. A thick sense of frustration exudes from everyone but the children. |sub= |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=08/19/2012|vision= Darkness folds upon darkness, and you are suddenly standing beside a large white table. Someone is lying atop it, shrouded by the shadows. For some reason, you can only focus your vision on their arm -- a strong, tanned arm.<br /> Devoid of hesitation, you draw your lancet deeply across the upper arm. Instead of blood, what looks like multicolored ink spills out in distinct ribbons -- white, yellow, blue, green and others. Only once they are out of the body do they begin to mingle, congealing together into a revulsive muck that sticks to your hands.<br /> You shudder, slowly coming to your senses. |sub= |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=08/19/2012|vision= As you gaze at the heavens, deep in contemplation, an unusual rainbow somehow bearing more colors than it should streaks from horizon to horizon. A second rainbow, this one of regular colors, *slithers* across the sky from another angle, far underneath the first. Your mind's eye is suddenly blinded by a tearing sensation, and you never get to see the third rainbow that was beginning to coalesce. |sub=}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=08/19/2012|vision= A small masked figure crouches before a round door of diamondique-reinforced steel, radiant tricolor runes running along its circumference. He or she reaches out to each rune, in seemingly random order, and white lights burst at the touch, extinguishing the runes one by one. As the last light fades away, you notice the figure rubbing its hands together with unmistakable anticipation. |sub= |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=08/19/2012|vision= You find yourself on a vast stretch of steppe, between a herd of antelopes and several skulking pards that approach fast. Without warning, all the animals in sight are startled as if by a whipcrack inaudible to your vision-self. The antelopes dash in one direction, and the pards in another. |sub= |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date= 07/27/2012|vision= You see a line of statues against the background of a starlit night, each made of sleek black marble. The hems of a pair of ragged grey robes sweep past your vision, accompanied by chatter in disconcerting, throaty voices. |sub= |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=07/27/2012|vision= A Human woman stands silent and unmoving, her features hidden in the depths of a deep cowl. A S'Kra Mur female approaches briskly, touching the Human almost tenderly on the arm. The cloaked figure leans forward and gently detaches her own tongue, placing it unflinchingly in the other's hand. The S'Kra Mur gazes at the organ distastefully, tossing it to the ground. Taking the Human by the elbow, the S'Kra Mur woman leads the cloaked figure away into the surrounding darkness. |sub= |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=07/27/2012|vision= The world turns hazy and indistinct as your consciousness is pulled elsewhere. <br /> Your vision clears and you find yourself looking down upon a dry lake bed in the middle of a small island. A trio of adventurers catches your eye as they cautiously explore the area. Unseen by them is a swarm of lurking armadillos preparing to attack.<br /> Before the carnage can begin you find your vision drawn back to the here and now.|sub= |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=07/03/2012|vision= An elderly Halfling woman sits at a table covered by a blue tablecloth. A vase filled with bellflowers sits among the remains of a gracious breakfast. A tall Human woman with dark brown skin occupies a larger chair, hands folded in her lap and spine as straight as a fencepost. <br /> The Halfling takes a dainty sip of tea from a delicate bone-white teacup. Gazing up at the Human, she says, &quot;Yes, she will be dealt with, but first we need more information. That will be your task, dear.&quot; <br /> The Human woman gazes down at her hands, expression unreadable. She says in a neutral tone, &quot;How forceful do you wish me to be in my inquiries, Khalo?&quot; <br /> &quot;Goodness, child, there's no need yet to think of such extremes. If we silence her too vigorously, people will believe we fear what she might say. Bring your report to me first.&quot; <br /> The Human woman rises, smoothing the dove-grey fabric of her silk blouse. <br /> &quot;As you say, Khalo.&quot; |sub=Wyllen, Asrea |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=02/25/2012|vision= High overhead, the ruby light of Yavash gazes down, turning the wave-filled sea below you a bloody crimson. The wind shifts and the entire world seems a rumbling, unstable mess. Just as it all settles...<br /> Darkness.<br /> <br /> Yavash is snuffed.<br /> <br /> The sky is snuffed.<br /> <br /> The stench of hot breath fills the air, pressing in on you from all sides. Where the red moon once poured its light, a seemingly endless stream of liquid crashes down into the sea below. Scared and confused, you skitter back from the intrusion, carefully repairing a broken section of webbing before hunkering in a nearby crack. |sub= |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=02/25/2012|vision= Swirls of muted color occlude your sight, throwing your surroundings into quiet chaos. You find yourself in a peaceful village tinged by the foul deceit of death. A small boy's eager hand clutches your fingers, forcing you to focus.<br /> <br /> Underneath a blanket of stars, a Gor'Tog and Elf share a conversation from the doorway of a whitewashed inn. You push the boy further behind you, a vain effort to protect him from the ghastly sight of the putrefied, venom-riddled corpse marring the otherwise tranquil scene. Only a handful of words escape their tete-a-tete to reach your ears.<br /> <br /> The red-haired Elf pauses a moment before flicking her head toward the slain Elpalzi. The Gor'Tog approaches the corpse and unfolds a tarpaulin. Feebly, the boy whimpers, and the woman's eyes instantly settle on you with a fierce gaze.<br /> <br /> Tears well up as you move to guard the boy. With one blink, they spill from your eyes and return you to the present. |sub=Parnore |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=02/25/2012|vision= All around you is darkness. The whisper of a cold wind caresses the back of your neck, and you shiver involuntarily. From the distance you hear hooves thundering, causing the earth to tremble. As the sound draws closer, the cold wraps its icy tentacles around your whole body.<br /> The darkness fades with the cacophony of the unseen steeds, leaving you with an intense feeling of foreboding. |sub= |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=02/25/2012|vision= A bright summer sun blazes down, illuminating the calm water below. High above, at the edge of your world, a massive shadow comes into view. The great dark shape plunges toward you, falling from the sky. Landing with a splash, the object just as quickly returns skyward, taking its newly gathered cargo with it. Nonplussed, you return to work wrapping your latest victim in a shroud of fine webbing. |sub= |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=02/25/2012|vision= Through the haze of time, an indistinct scene unfolds before your eyes. Two nervous women wearing plain dresses, Elven and Elothean, confront a large bald man, whose jaw drops at something they say. He bellows in rage, but becomes smaller and smaller in stature. The last thing you see is the Elothean cowering behind the Elf before the vision is engulfed in haze. |sub= |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=02/25/2012|vision= You see a line of statues against the background of a starlit night, each made of sleek black marble. The hems of a pair of ragged grey robes sweep past your vision, accompanied by chatter in disconcerting, throaty voices.|sub= |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=02/04/2012|vision= You see a pair of towering Elpalzi warriors striding purposefully toward you, blue eyes blazing. One of them growls, &quot;It's time, Parnore. Time for you to step down. Time for our people to take back Zoluren.&quot; You stand quietly staring at them, unmoving. The pair grin fiercely as they draw small blades and begin circling you. |sub=Parnore, Alret, Garhal |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=02/04/2012|vision= The great expanse of a bright blue sky passes slowly in front of your eyes. You ache all over, every bump and jostle from the road you're being dragged across sends piercing bolts of pain into your back and abdomen. Just when the pain becomes unbearable, your journey stops and you are uncerimoniously dumped before a town well. Townspeople scurry by, all but ignoring your bleeding body as it drains its vital fluids from the stab wounds in your belly. Just as the vision fades, you hear a small girl screaming. |sub= |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> <br /> {{visions|date=Early January 2012|vision= You see a ragged Human underneath the night sky. He sits on a large rock at the crest of a hill, his tri-color robes torn and bloody. In front of him is a tall creature, Human in basic shape but formed by flat planes of white light. Coldness radiates from the creature, forming a frost in the surrounding grass.<br /> The Human, his face in his hands, asks, &quot;Why?&quot;<br /> The creature responds, &quot;You inherited a debt. Your kind claimed the majesty of the heavens as their own. It is not without price. It is not without obligation. Yet even that... even those who know they are called, fall victim to your hands.&quot;<br /> &quot;You are the children of foolish, but prideful men. When did you start needing gods to come tell you good from evil? Celestial or cthonic freedom or fate. You wield your ambivalence as a shield. You were called, and you have not answered.&quot;|sub= Arbiter and Pelag |rep=True}}<br /> <br /> {{Cat|Events|*}}</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=The_Theory_of_Temporal_Shadows&diff=500756 2019-03-04T18:24:01Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>[[The Theory of Temporal Shadows]]&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> The following is the only surviving lecture by [[Aaoskar]] Moonbender on [[The Theory of Temporal Shadows]] (NOTE: This is only Aaoskar's theory). (NOTE: Further research reveals the original truth- &quot;I want you to know that this new theory is only possible due to the collaboration of many within our guild, including my good friend and colleague Aerathor Vas’Waerd.&quot; -Revision as of 16:46, 12 June 2018 by ELWYNN)(NOTE: Further study reveals Reyael's ideas on time were crucial to this theory's development.) <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aaoskar blushes as he says, &quot;What I propose this night is a new theory on Shadow, Time, Probability, and Prophecy. It is best described as The Theory of Temporal Shadows. It is a theory that expands upon our first lessons within the guild. While I am speaking tonight, I want you to know that this new theory is only possible due to the collaboration of many talented seers within our guild.&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> “As you all know, the shadows spell is often thought of an introductory spell, but this spell is particularly advanced and it is quite extraordinary that we have come to think of it as simple. This spell aids us in many practical ways, but its true worth is that it gives us a deeper understanding of the the Plane of Probability, Shadow, and Time itself.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;We are all indebted to Erzebet Crowther who firmly set this perfected version of the shadows or shadebringer spell in our lunar tradition. Whether she created it or rediscovered it from the text, Thee Mottl'd Tyxte, is a debate best left to another day.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; <br /> &quot;Prior versions of this spell had a tendency to swallow the caster and propel them into other dimensions or planes. And as should be apparent by all earlier failed versions of this spell, the Shadows spell works by enveloping the caster in shadow caused by a Moon Mage's subtle manipulations of the Plane of Shadow causing a temporal distortion, which we then perceive as a shadow or darkening of reality. This understanding of lunar magical theory coincides and helps explain the nature of Katamba.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;It is believed by many within our guild that Katamba is past the point where its land should be scorched and blackened by a past cataclysmic event. Indeed, many have speculated that shadow covers or emanates from Katamba. But as we believe that the shattering of Grazhir halted time's progression, I now hypothesize that Katamba appears black for the same reason that the shadow spell works. The shadows of Katamba are due to a temporal distortion which is a result of The Children of Grazhite creating a temporal stasis or distortion that we still see when gazing upon the moon, Katamba. Similarly, the Plane of Probability is often known as the Plane of Shadow because shadow or temporal distortion is an inherent quality of the Plane of Probability. This coincides with Tezirah's claim that time passes differently within the Plane of Probability.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; <br /> &quot;This Theory of Shadow, Time, Probability, and Prophecy might also explain the possible &quot;immortality&quot; of a mortal transformed into the being we now call Pelag Ai Aldam. Perhaps his nature has been infused with the essence of the Plane of Shadow or perhaps a long existence is a side effect of living on a Plane where time is either distorted or halted. Of course, if this were the case, longevity would be an odd term to use for his existence may reside between the blink of an eye.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;This understanding might indicate that Prophecy is possible because we are gazing upon the Web of Fate through the lens of a Plane of existence enveloped in temporal distortion and perhaps stasis.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;And lastly, on a side note of which I have only recently considered and of which I am hesitant to mention for I do not wish this one statement to tarnish the beauty of this new theory.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;It could be possible that the Rakash transformation back into their moonskins is somehow connected to the Temporal Distortions as seen in Katamba. When Katamba is at its darkest, the temporal distortions are at their greatest, which results in the Rakash people being returned to their true, ancient form.&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;I know that this is a different explanation of the inner workings of our magic, our gifts, and our relationship to the Plane of Probability, but after much research, I believe this to be an accurate representation of a &quot;simple&quot; spell and the nature of Katamba, the Plane of Shadow, and Time itself.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;Unfortunately, there is little other evidence that I can or am willing to share at this time. I put forth this new theory of Time and Probability not because I expect any of you to accept my words, but rather as a way to open up new discussion into the nature of reality. I find it distasteful to accept any tradition without constantly re-examining it from different perspectives.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aaoskar glances back up and blushes before taking a seat amongst his esteemed colleagues.&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=The_Theory_of_Temporal_Shadows&diff=500755 2019-03-04T18:18:57Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>[[The Theory of Temporal Shadows]]&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> The following is the only surviving lecture by [[Aaoskar]] Moonbender on [[The Theory of Temporal Shadows]] (NOTE: This is only Aaoskar's theory). (NOTE: Further research reveals the original truth- &quot;I want you to know that this new theory is only possible due to the collaboration of many within our guild, including my good friend and colleague Aerathor Vas’Waerd.&quot; -Revision as of 16:46, 12 June 2018 by ELWYNN) <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aaoskar blushes as he says, &quot;What I propose this night is a new theory on Shadow, Time, Probability, and Prophecy. It is best described as The Theory of Temporal Shadows. It is a theory that expands upon our first lessons within the guild. While I am speaking tonight, I want you to know that this new theory is only possible due to the collaboration of many talented seers within our guild.&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> “As you all know, the shadows spell is often thought of an introductory spell, but this spell is particularly advanced and it is quite extraordinary that we have come to think of it as simple. This spell aids us in many practical ways, but its true worth is that it gives us a deeper understanding of the the Plane of Probability, Shadow, and Time itself.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;We are all indebted to Erzebet Crowther who firmly set this perfected version of the shadows or shadebringer spell in our lunar tradition. Whether she created it or rediscovered it from the text, Thee Mottl'd Tyxte, is a debate best left to another day.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; <br /> &quot;Prior versions of this spell had a tendency to swallow the caster and propel them into other dimensions or planes. And as should be apparent by all earlier failed versions of this spell, the Shadows spell works by enveloping the caster in shadow caused by a Moon Mage's subtle manipulations of the Plane of Shadow causing a temporal distortion, which we then perceive as a shadow or darkening of reality. This understanding of lunar magical theory coincides and helps explain the nature of Katamba.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;It is believed by many within our guild that Katamba is past the point where its land should be scorched and blackened by a past cataclysmic event. Indeed, many have speculated that shadow covers or emanates from Katamba. But as we believe that the shattering of Grazhir halted time's progression, I now hypothesize that Katamba appears black for the same reason that the shadow spell works. The shadows of Katamba are due to a temporal distortion which is a result of The Children of Grazhite creating a temporal stasis or distortion that we still see when gazing upon the moon, Katamba. Similarly, the Plane of Probability is often known as the Plane of Shadow because shadow or temporal distortion is an inherent quality of the Plane of Probability. This coincides with Tezirah's claim that time passes differently within the Plane of Probability.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; <br /> &quot;This Theory of Shadow, Time, Probability, and Prophecy might also explain the possible &quot;immortality&quot; of a mortal transformed into the being we now call Pelag Ai Aldam. Perhaps his nature has been infused with the essence of the Plane of Shadow or perhaps a long existence is a side effect of living on a Plane where time is either distorted or halted. Of course, if this were the case, longevity would be an odd term to use for his existence may reside between the blink of an eye.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;This understanding might indicate that Prophecy is possible because we are gazing upon the Web of Fate through the lens of a Plane of existence enveloped in temporal distortion and perhaps stasis.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;And lastly, on a side note of which I have only recently considered and of which I am hesitant to mention for I do not wish this one statement to tarnish the beauty of this new theory.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;It could be possible that the Rakash transformation back into their moonskins is somehow connected to the Temporal Distortions as seen in Katamba. When Katamba is at its darkest, the temporal distortions are at their greatest, which results in the Rakash people being returned to their true, ancient form.&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;I know that this is a different explanation of the inner workings of our magic, our gifts, and our relationship to the Plane of Probability, but after much research, I believe this to be an accurate representation of a &quot;simple&quot; spell and the nature of Katamba, the Plane of Shadow, and Time itself.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;Unfortunately, there is little other evidence that I can or am willing to share at this time. I put forth this new theory of Time and Probability not because I expect any of you to accept my words, but rather as a way to open up new discussion into the nature of reality. I find it distasteful to accept any tradition without constantly re-examining it from different perspectives.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aaoskar glances back up and blushes before taking a seat amongst his esteemed colleagues.&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=The_Theory_of_Temporal_Shadows&diff=500754 2019-03-04T18:18:25Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>[[The Theory of Temporal Shadows]]&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> The following is the only surviving lecture by [[Aaoskar]] Moonbender on [[The Theory of Temporal Shadows]] (NOTE: This is only Aaoskar's theory). (NOTE: Further research reveals the original truth- &quot;I want you to know that this new theory is only possible due to the collaboration of many within our guild, including my good friend and colleague Aerathor Vas’Waerd.&quot; -Revision as of 16:46, 12 June 2018 by ELWYNN) <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aaoskar blushes as he says, &quot;What I propose this night is a new theory on Shadow, Time, Probability, and Prophecy. It is best described as The Theory of Temporal Shadows. It is a theory that expands upon our first lessons within the guild. While I am speaking tonight, I want you to know that this new theory is only possible due to the collaboration of many talented seers within our guild.&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> “As you all know, the shadows spell is often thought of an introductory spell, but this spell is particularly advanced and it is quite extraordinary that we have come to think of it as simple. This spell aids us in many practical ways, but its true worth is that it gives us a deeper understanding of the the Plane of Probability, Shadow, and Time itself.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;We are all indebted to Erzebet Crowther who firmly set this perfected version of the shadows or shadebringer spell in our lunar tradition. Whether she created it or rediscovered it from the text, Thee Mottl'd Tyxte, is a debate best left to another day.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; <br /> &quot;Prior versions of this spell had a tendency to swallow the caster and propel them into other dimensions or planes. And as should be apparent by all earlier failed versions of this spell, the Shadows spell works by enveloping the caster in shadow caused by a Moon Mage's subtle manipulations of the Plane of Shadow causing a temporal distortion, which we then perceive as a shadow or darkening of reality. This understanding of lunar magical theory coincides and helps explain the nature of Katamba.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;It is believed by many within our guild that Katamba is past the point where its land should be scorched and blackened by a past cataclysmic event. Indeed, many have speculated that shadow covers or emanates from Katamba. But as we believe that the shattering of Grazhir halted time's progression, I now hypothesize that Katamba appears black for the same reason that the shadow spell works. The shadows of Katamba are due to a temporal distortion which is a result of The Children of Grazhite creating a temporal stasis or distortion that we still see when gazing upon the moon, Katamba. Similarly, the Plane of Probability is often known as the Plane of Shadow because shadow or temporal distortion is an inherent quality of the Plane of Probability. This coincides with Tezirah's claim that time passes differently within the Plane of Probability.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; <br /> &quot;This Theory of Shadow, Time, Probability, and Prophecy might also explain the possible &quot;immortality&quot; of a mortal transformed into the being we now call Pelag Ai Aldam. Perhaps his nature has been infused with the essence of the Plane of Shadow or perhaps a long existence is a side effect of living on a Plane where time is either distorted or halted. Of course, if this were the case, longevity would be an odd term to use for his existence may reside between the blink of an eye.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;This understanding might indicate that Prophecy is possible because we are gazing upon the Web of Fate through the lens of a Plane of existence enveloped in temporal distortion and perhaps stasis.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;And lastly, on a side note of which I have only recently considered and of which I am hesitant to mention for I do not wish this one statement to tarnish the beauty of this new theory.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;It could be possible that the Rakash transformation back into their moonskins is somehow connected to the Temporal Distortions as seen in Katamba. When Katamba is at its darkest, the temporal distortions are at their greatest, which results in the Rakash people being returned to their true, ancient form.&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;I know that this is a different explanation of the inner workings of our magic, our gifts, and our relationship to the Plane of Probability, but after much research, I believe this to be an accurate representation of a &quot;simple&quot; spell and the nature of Katamba, the Plane of Shadow, and Time itself.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;Unfortunately, there is little other evidence that I can or am willing to share at this time. I put forth this new theory of Time and Probability not because I expect any of you to accept my words, but rather as a way to open up new discussion into the nature of reality. I find it distasteful to accept any tradition without constantly re-examining it from different perspectives.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aaoskar glances back up and blushes before taking a seat amongst his esteemed colleagues.&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> (Shortly after this lecture, Aaoskar, with the aid of a group of seers, unleashed a planar invasion upon Elanthia during his research into the shattering of Grazhir and the Obelisk builders. NOTE: )</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=The_Theory_of_Temporal_Shadows&diff=500753 2019-03-04T18:09:43Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>[[The Theory of Temporal Shadows]]&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> The following is the only surviving lecture by [[Aaoskar]] Moonbender on [[The Theory of Temporal Shadows]] (NOTE: This is only Aaoskar's theory). (NOTE: Further research reveals the original truth- &quot;I want you to know that this new theory is only possible due to the collaboration of many within our guild, including my good friend and colleague Aerathor Vas’Waerd.&quot; -Revision as of 16:46, 12 June 2018 by ELWYNN) <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aaoskar blushes as he says, &quot;What I propose this night is a new theory on Shadow, Time, Probability, and Prophecy. It is best described as The Theory of Temporal Shadows. It is a theory that expands upon our first lessons within the guild. While I am speaking tonight, I want you to know that this new theory is only possible due to the collaboration of many talented seers within our guild.&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> “As you all know, the shadows spell is often thought of an introductory spell, but this spell is particularly advanced and it is quite extraordinary that we have come to think of it as simple. This spell aids us in many practical ways, but its true worth is that it gives us a deeper understanding of the the Plane of Probability, Shadow, and Time itself.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;We are all indebted to Erzebet Crowther who firmly set this perfected version of the shadows or shadebringer spell in our lunar tradition. Whether she created it or rediscovered it from the text, Thee Mottl'd Tyxte, is a debate best left to another day.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; <br /> &quot;Prior versions of this spell had a tendency to swallow the caster and propel them into other dimensions or planes. And as should be apparent by all earlier failed versions of this spell, the Shadows spell works by enveloping the caster in shadow caused by a Moon Mage's subtle manipulations of the Plane of Shadow causing a temporal distortion, which we then perceive as a shadow or darkening of reality. This understanding of lunar magical theory coincides and helps explain the nature of Katamba.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;It is believed by many within our guild that Katamba is past the point where its land should be scorched and blackened by a past cataclysmic event. Indeed, many have speculated that shadow covers or emanates from Katamba. But as we believe that the shattering of Grazhir halted time's progression, I now hypothesize that Katamba appears black for the same reason that the shadow spell works. The shadows of Katamba are due to a temporal distortion which is a result of The Children of Grazhite creating a temporal stasis or distortion that we still see when gazing upon the moon, Katamba. Similarly, the Plane of Probability is often known as the Plane of Shadow because shadow or temporal distortion is an inherent quality of the Plane of Probability. This coincides with Tezirah's claim that time passes differently within the Plane of Probability.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; <br /> &quot;This Theory of Shadow, Time, Probability, and Prophecy might also explain the possible &quot;immortality&quot; of a mortal transformed into the being we now call Pelag Ai Aldam. Perhaps his nature has been infused with the essence of the Plane of Shadow or perhaps a long existence is a side effect of living on a Plane where time is either distorted or halted. Of course, if this were the case, longevity would be an odd term to use for his existence may reside between the blink of an eye.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;This understanding might indicate that Prophecy is possible because we are gazing upon the Web of Fate through the lens of a Plane of existence enveloped in temporal distortion and perhaps stasis.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;And lastly, on a side note of which I have only recently considered and of which I am hesitant to mention for I do not wish this one statement to tarnish the beauty of this new theory.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;It could be possible that the Rakash transformation back into their moonskins is somehow connected to the Temporal Distortions as seen in Katamba. When Katamba is at its darkest, the temporal distortions are at their greatest, which results in the Rakash people being returned to their true, ancient form.&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;I know that this is a different explanation of the inner workings of our magic, our gifts, and our relationship to the Plane of Probability, but after much research, I believe this to be an accurate representation of a &quot;simple&quot; spell and the nature of Katamba, the Plane of Shadow, and Time itself.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;Unfortunately, there is little other evidence that I can or am willing to share at this time. I put forth this new theory of Time and Probability not because I expect any of you to accept my words, but rather as a way to open up new discussion into the nature of reality. I find it distasteful to accept any tradition without constantly re-examining it from different perspectives.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aaoskar glances back up and blushes before taking a seat amongst his esteemed colleagues.&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> (Shortly after this lecture, Aaoskar, with the aid of a group of seers, unleashed a planar invasion upon Elanthia during his research into the shattering of Grazhir and the Obelisk builders.)</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=The_Theory_of_Temporal_Shadows&diff=500752 2019-03-04T18:09:12Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>[[The Theory of Temporal Shadows]]&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> The following is the only surviving lecture by [[Aaoskar]] Moonbender on [[The Theory of Temporal Shadows]] (NOTE: This is only Aaoskar's theory). (NOTE: Further research reveals the original truth- &quot;I want you to know that this new theory is only possible due to the collaboration of many within our guild, including my good friend and colleague Aerathor Vas’Waerd.&quot; -Revision as of 16:46, 12 June 2018 by ELWYNN) <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aaoskar blushes as he says, &quot;What I propose this night is a new theory on Shadow, Time, Probability, and Prophecy. It is best described as The Theory of Temporal Shadows. It is a theory that expands upon our first lessons within the guild. While I am speaking tonight, I want you to know that this new theory is only possible due to the collaboration of many talented seers within our guild.&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> “As you all know, the shadows spell is often thought of an introductory spell, but this spell is particularly advanced and it is quite extraordinary that we have come to think of it as simple. This spell aids us in many practical ways, but its true worth is that it gives us a deeper understanding of the the Plane of Probability, Shadow, and Time itself.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;We are all indebted to Erzebet Crowther who firmly set this perfected version of the shadows or shadebringer spell in our lunar tradition. Whether she created it or rediscovered it from the text, Thee Mottl'd Tyxte, is a debate best left to another day.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; <br /> &quot;Prior versions of this spell had a tendency to swallow the caster and propel them into other dimensions or planes. And as should be apparent by all earlier failed versions of this spell, the Shadows spell works by enveloping the caster in shadow caused by a Moon Mage's subtle manipulations of the Plane of Shadow causing a temporal distortion, which we then perceive as a shadow or darkening of reality. This understanding of lunar magical theory coincides and helps explain the nature of Katamba.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;It is believed by many within our guild that Katamba is past the point where its land should be scorched and blackened by a past cataclysmic event. Indeed, many have speculated that shadow covers or emanates from Katamba. But as we believe that the shattering of Grazhir halted time's progression, I now hypothesize that Katamba appears black for the same reason that the shadow spell works. The shadows of Katamba are due to a temporal distortion which is a result of The Children of Grazhite creating a temporal stasis or distortion that we still see when gazing upon the moon, Katamba. Similarly, the Plane of Probability is often known as the Plane of Shadow because shadow or temporal distortion is an inherent quality of the Plane of Probability. This coincides with Tezirah's claim that time passes differently within the Plane of Probability.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; <br /> &quot;This Theory of Shadow, Time, Probability, and Prophecy might also explain the possible &quot;immortality&quot; of a mortal transformed into the being we now call Pelag Ai Aldam. Perhaps his nature has been infused with the essence of the Plane of Shadow or perhaps a long existence is a side effect of living on a Plane where time is either distorted or halted. Of course, if this were the case, longevity would be an odd term to use for his existence may reside between the blink of an eye.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;This understanding might indicate that Prophecy is possible because we are gazing upon the Web of Fate through the lens of a Plane of existence enveloped in temporal distortion and perhaps stasis.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;And lastly, on a side note of which I have only recently considered and of which I am hesitant to mention for I do not wish this one statement to tarnish the beauty of this new theory.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;It could be possible that the Rakash transformation back into their moonskins is somehow connected to the Temporal Distortions as seen in Katamba. When Katamba is at its darkest, the temporal distortions are at their greatest, which results in the Rakash people being returned to their true, ancient form.&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;I know that this is a different explanation of the inner workings of our magic, our gifts, and our relationship to the Plane of Probability, but after much research, I believe this to be an accurate representation of a &quot;simple&quot; spell and the nature of Katamba, the Plane of Shadow, and Time itself.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;Unfortunately, there is little other evidence that I can or am willing to share at this time. I put forth this new theory of Time and Probability not because I expect any of you to accept my words, but rather as a way to open up new discussion into the nature of reality. I find it distasteful to accept any tradition without constantly re-examining it from different perspectives.&quot;&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aaoskar glances back up and blushes before taking a seat amongst his esteemed colleagues.&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> (Shortly after this lecture, Aaoskar, with the aid of a group of seers, unleashed a planar invasion upon Elanthia during his research into the shattering of Grazhir and the Obelisk builders.)</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Aerathor&diff=496668 2018-11-22T04:00:05Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Aerathor |<br /> Race = Human |<br /> Gender = Male |<br /> Guild = Moon Mage |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You are Weapon Master Aerathor Vas'Waerd, Astral Guardian of Elanthia, a Human.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aerathor has an oval face, pointed ears and deep-set blue-grey eyes. His golden brown hair is short and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has tanned skin.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is very tall for a Human. He has a lean build. <br /> He appears young.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is wearing a flowing martial artist's headband embroidered with a blazing sun, a flowing martial artist's robe embroidered with a golden scaled serpent and some battered leather sandals with frayed straps splattered by melted candle wax<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Beginning<br /> <br /> <br /> After being orphaned near the end of the [[Sorrow War]] at the age of 7, Aerathor spent his early years living as a vagabond on the streets of [[The Crossing]] relying on stealth and his wits. Having no ties left to his family to reach out to he was an easy target for gang recruitment. His age and skills made him ideal for running illegal goods in and out of the city after they had been smuggled in from [[Qi'Reshalia]]. His reward for a successful shipment brought in from the docks safely was usually a small taste of tea made from the [[Oshu'mary]] he regularly delivered into the heart of the city, and perhaps enough Kronar to buy food and drink for a few days. The coin always ran out fast however and the winter months were especially hard when the shipyard traffic slowed. It was on a cold winter night that a simple act of kindness changed his life forever and put him onto a new path.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Path<br /> <br /> As hey lay sleeping on the cold streets, shivering without blankets or shelter, a monk passing by laid something upon him bringing him warmth and protecting him from the chilling winds. In the morning when he woke to find himself wrapped in a cloak bearing a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and not knowing where it came from he placed the cloak on his shoulders thankful for the good fortune. After stretching and rubbing his eyes he realized he was lost on the outskirts of town. The familiar pangs of hunger set in and bid him to begin walking in search of a bread cart. It wasn't long however before his newfound garment attracted unwanted attention. In the corner of his eye he noticed movement and before he could react, he was quickly surrounded by several sleazy looking louts who had been in the area looking for an easy mark. One of them, most likely the leader stepped forward to speak.<br /> <br /> &quot;That is quite the fancy cloak for a pick snapper like yourself&quot;. Laughter echoed across the street as the group began to advance with weapons drawn. Looking around Aerathor realized he had nowhere to flee. As his eyes darted about for a place to hide or escape to, he heard the soft clatter of a dagger dropping to the pavement followed by a hollow thud as the leader of the group collapsed unconscious. If not for the steady sound of his breathing the sudden silence would have been complete. Anticipation hung in the air of the narrow street until a shadowy figure suddenly materialized beside the remainder of the group. Before they could react decisive strikes left them crippled and broken on the ground. As the leader stirred into consciousness a deathly silent circle of light spun into being, whirling and bristling with glistening spines until coalescing into a dark crystalline spike. The spike crackled with a shimmering light before discharging an undulating blast towards the sleazy lout. The blast most likely stopped its heart, since it was laying on the ground in a dozen burning pieces. <br /> <br /> Still in shock but thankful for the rescue Aerathor stared in awe at the wizened monk standing before him. &quot;These poor fools never had a chance, they began down the wrong path early on. You too will have to make a choice.&quot; The monks calm voice carried confidence and sincerity with it. Something about his presence was reassuring and comforting. &quot;The path I can set you upon will not be easy, but it will be worth it. Come now with me child, and I will see you learn the ways of the Crystal Hand.&quot; Without waiting for a response the monk silently turned and walked slowly towards the observatory rising over the middens in the distance. A cold wind picked up and Aerathor realized the monk was wearing no cloak. Still hungry but no longer lost he followed.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> As an adult his lineage was traced back to the [[Vas'Waerd]] family on his fathers side and the [[Moonbender]] family on his mothers. After discovering many lost weapon forms originating from the [[Seord Mir]] he has taken his fathers name and begun training to renew his family legacy.<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Has mixed Human and Elvish heritage.<br /> *Spent the majority of his life on [[Ratha]] and the other islands of [[Qi'Reshalia]] training his mind and body in the arts of war and serving the Order of the Iron Circle.<br /> *Joined the [[Monks of the Crystal Hand]] at an early age, rose to an Ascetic by age 19.<br /> *Enjoy's [[Oshu'mary]] tea and smoking. They are two of the three luxuries he allows himself on a regular basis. The third is a hot bath.<br /> *Is seeking answers to the strange recent events surrounding Tiv and the connection that may exist to the Arbiter.<br /> *Believes in the existence of a nameless creative force that is responsible for all life and awareness in existence in all the various planes.<br /> *Bonded to [[Avelia]]<br /> *Joined the [[Heritage House]] recently in an effort to help re unify the Moon Mage Guild but is a Monk at heart.<br /> *Feels [[Astral Travel]] is being abused as well as the breaching of the [[plane of probability]] to fuel moon mage predictions.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Heritage House]]<br /> [[Category:Moonbender Family]]<br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Aerathor&diff=494897 2018-11-09T00:14:25Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Aerathor |<br /> Race = Human |<br /> Gender = Male |<br /> Guild = Moon Mage |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You are Weapon Master Aerathor Vas'Waerd, Astral Guardian of Elanthia, a Human.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aerathor has an oval face, pointed ears and deep-set blue-grey eyes. His golden brown hair is short and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has tanned skin.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is very tall for a Human. He has a lean build. <br /> He appears young.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is wearing a flowing martial artist's headband embroidered with a blazing sun, a flowing martial artist's robe embroidered with a golden scaled serpent and some battered leather sandals with frayed straps splattered by melted candle wax<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Beginning<br /> <br /> <br /> After being orphaned near the end of the [[Sorrow War]] at the age of 7, Aerathor spent his early years living as a vagabond on the streets of [[The Crossing]] relying on stealth and his wits. Having no ties left to his family to reach out to he was an easy target for gang recruitment. His age and skills made him ideal for running illegal goods in and out of the city after they had been smuggled in from [[Qi'Reshalia]]. His reward for a successful shipment brought in from the docks safely was usually a small taste of tea made from the [[Oshu'mary]] he regularly delivered into the heart of the city, and perhaps enough Kronar to buy food and drink for a few days. The coin always ran out fast however and the winter months were especially hard when the shipyard traffic slowed. It was on a cold winter night that a simple act of kindness changed his life forever and put him onto a new path.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Path<br /> <br /> As hey lay sleeping on the cold streets, shivering without blankets or shelter, a monk passing by laid something upon him bringing him warmth and protecting him from the chilling winds. In the morning when he woke to find himself wrapped in a cloak bearing a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and not knowing where it came from he placed the cloak on his shoulders thankful for the good fortune. After stretching and rubbing his eyes he realized he was lost on the outskirts of town. The familiar pangs of hunger set in and bid him to begin walking in search of a bread cart. It wasn't long however before his newfound garment attracted unwanted attention. In the corner of his eye he noticed movement and before he could react, he was quickly surrounded by several sleazy looking louts who had been in the area looking for an easy mark. One of them, most likely the leader stepped forward to speak.<br /> <br /> &quot;That is quite the fancy cloak for a pick snapper like yourself&quot;. Laughter echoed across the street as the group began to advance with weapons drawn. Looking around Aerathor realized he had nowhere to flee. As his eyes darted about for a place to hide or escape to, he heard the soft clatter of a dagger dropping to the pavement followed by a hollow thud as the leader of the group collapsed unconscious. If not for the steady sound of his breathing the sudden silence would have been complete. Anticipation hung in the air of the narrow street until a shadowy figure suddenly materialized beside the remainder of the group. Before they could react decisive strikes left them crippled and broken on the ground. As the leader stirred into consciousness a deathly silent circle of light spun into being, whirling and bristling with glistening spines until coalescing into a dark crystalline spike. The spike crackled with a shimmering light before discharging an undulating blast towards the sleazy lout. The blast most likely stopped its heart, since it was laying on the ground in a dozen burning pieces. <br /> <br /> Still in shock but thankful for the rescue Aerathor stared in awe at the wizened monk standing before him. &quot;These poor fools never had a chance, they began down the wrong path early on. You too will have to make a choice.&quot; The monks calm voice carried confidence and sincerity with it. Something about his presence was reassuring and comforting. &quot;The path I can set you upon will not be easy, but it will be worth it. Come now with me child, and I will see you learn the ways of the Crystal Hand.&quot; Without waiting for a response the monk silently turned and walked slowly towards the observatory rising over the middens in the distance. A cold wind picked up and Aerathor realized the monk was wearing no cloak. Still hungry but no longer lost he followed.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> As an adult his lineage was traced back to the [[Vas'Waerd]] family on his fathers side and the [[Moonbender]] family on his mothers. After discovering many lost weapon forms originating from the [[Seord Mir]] he has taken his fathers name and begun training to renew his family legacy.<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Has mixed Human and Elvish heritage.<br /> *Maintaining a neutral alignment enables him to see both good and evil in all things<br /> *Spent the majority of his life on [[Ratha]] and the other islands of [[Qi'Reshalia]] training his mind and body in the arts of war and serving the Order of the Iron Circle.<br /> *Joined the [[Monks of the Crystal Hand]] at an early age, rose to an Ascetic by age 19.<br /> *Enjoy's [[Oshu'mary]] tea and smoking. They are two of the three luxuries he allows himself on a regular basis. The third is a hot bath.<br /> *Is seeking answers to the strange recent events surrounding Tiv and the connection that may exist to the Arbiter.<br /> *Believes in the existence of a nameless creative force that is responsible for all life and awareness in existence in all the various planes.<br /> *Bonded to [[Avelia]]<br /> *Joined the [[Heritage House]] recently in an effort to help re unify the Moon Mage Guild but is a Monk at heart.<br /> *Feels [[Astral Travel]] is being abused as well as the breaching of the [[plane of probability]] to fuel moon mage predictions.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Heritage House]]<br /> [[Category:Moonbender Family]]<br /> [[Category:Player Characters]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Aerathor&diff=494895 2018-11-09T00:12:42Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Aerathor |<br /> Race = Human |<br /> Gender = Male |<br /> Guild = Moon Mage |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You are Weapon Master Aerathor Vas'Waerd, Astral Guardian of Elanthia, a Human.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aerathor has an oval face, pointed ears and deep-set blue-grey eyes. His golden brown hair is short and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has tanned skin.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is very tall for a Human. He has a lean build. <br /> He appears young.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is wearing a flowing martial artist's headband embroidered with a blazing sun, a flowing martial artist's robe embroidered with a golden scaled serpent and some battered leather sandals with frayed straps splattered by melted candle wax<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Beginning<br /> <br /> <br /> After being orphaned near the end of the [[Sorrow War]] at the age of 7, Aerathor spent his early years living as a vagabond on the streets of [[The Crossing]] relying on stealth and his wits. Having no ties left to his family to reach out to he was an easy target for gang recruitment. His age and skills made him ideal for running illegal goods in and out of the city after they had been smuggled in from [[Qi'Reshalia]]. His reward for a successful shipment brought in from the docks safely was usually a small taste of tea made from the [[Oshu'mary]] he regularly delivered into the heart of the city, and perhaps enough Kronar to buy food and drink for a few days. The coin always ran out fast however and the winter months were especially hard when the shipyard traffic slowed. It was on a cold winter night that a simple act of kindness changed his life forever and put him onto a new path.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Path<br /> <br /> As hey lay sleeping on the cold streets, shivering without blankets or shelter, a monk passing by laid something upon him bringing him warmth and protecting him from the chilling winds. In the morning when he woke to find himself wrapped in a cloak bearing a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and not knowing where it came from he placed the cloak on his shoulders thankful for the good fortune. After stretching and rubbing his eyes he realized he was lost on the outskirts of town. The familiar pangs of hunger set in and bid him to begin walking in search of a bread cart. It wasn't long however before his newfound garment attracted unwanted attention. In the corner of his eye he noticed movement and before he could react, he was quickly surrounded by several sleazy looking louts who had been in the area looking for an easy mark. One of them, most likely the leader stepped forward to speak.<br /> <br /> &quot;That is quite the fancy cloak for a pick snapper like yourself&quot;. Laughter echoed across the street as the group began to advance with weapons drawn. Looking around Aerathor realized he had nowhere to flee. As his eyes darted about for a place to hide or escape to, he heard the soft clatter of a dagger dropping to the pavement followed by a hollow thud as the leader of the group collapsed unconscious. If not for the steady sound of his breathing the sudden silence would have been complete. Anticipation hung in the air of the narrow street until a shadowy figure suddenly materialized beside the remainder of the group. Before they could react decisive strikes left them crippled and broken on the ground. As the leader stirred into consciousness a deathly silent circle of light spun into being, whirling and bristling with glistening spines until coalescing into a dark crystalline spike. The spike crackled with a shimmering light before discharging an undulating blast towards the sleazy lout. The blast most likely stopped its heart, since it was laying on the ground in a dozen burning pieces. <br /> <br /> Still in shock but thankful for the rescue Aerathor stared in awe at the wizened monk standing before him. &quot;These poor fools never had a chance, they began down the wrong path early on. You too will have to make a choice.&quot; The monks calm voice carried confidence and sincerity with it. Something about his presence was reassuring and comforting. &quot;The path I can set you upon will not be easy, but it will be worth it. Come now with me child, and I will see you learn the ways of the Crystal Hand.&quot; Without waiting for a response the monk silently turned and walked slowly towards the observatory rising over the middens in the distance. A cold wind picked up and Aerathor realized the monk was wearing no cloak. Still hungry but no longer lost he followed.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> As an adult his lineage was traced back to the [[Vas'Waerd]] family on his fathers side and the [[Moonbender]] family on his mothers. After discovering many lost weapon forms originating from the [[Seord Mir]] he has taken his fathers name and begun training to renew his family legacy.<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Has mixed Human and Elvish heritage.<br /> *Maintaining a neutral alignment enables him to see both good and evil in all things<br /> *Spent the majority of his life on [[Ratha]] and the other islands of [[Qi'Reshalia]] training his mind and body in the arts of war and serving the Order of the Iron Circle.<br /> *Joined the [[Monks of the Crystal Hand]] at an early age, rose to an Ascetic by age 19.<br /> *Enjoy's [[Oshu'mary]] tea and smoking. They are two of the three luxuries he allows himself on a regular basis. The third is a hot bath.<br /> *Is seeking answers to the strange recent events surrounding Tiv and the connection that may exist to the Arbiter.<br /> *Believes in the existence of a nameless creative force that is responsible for all life and awareness in existence in all the various planes.<br /> *Bonded to [[Avelia]]<br /> *Joined the [[Heritage House]] recently in an effort to help re unify the Moon Mage Guild but is a Monk at heart.<br /> *Feels [[Astral Travel]] is being abused as well as the breaching of the [[plane of probability]] to fuel moon mage predictions.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Moon Mage,Heritage House]]<br /> [[Category:Moonbender Family]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Vas%27Waerd&diff=486664 2018-04-24T18:52:56Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Vas'Waerd Family]]<br /> <br /> Cairyn Vas'Waerd (Paladin, Human): taught a unique fighting style that was unsurpassed in all of Elanthia. They called themselves the Waerd Mir and their style was known as Hentoi rae il Waerd. Cairyn died helping the Paladins of House Theren in their conflict with Teiro<br /> <br /> Maize L'dar Ebonrune (Bard, Elf): Aestiera gave her the title &quot;Waerd rae li Mir&quot; in honor of her husband. She continued to expand their fighting style and transformed it into a two weapon style. She called this style &quot;audru rae telo&quot;. Maize taught her five best students. They called themselves the Seord Mir.<br /> <br /> Together Cairyn and Maize are the original founders of the order known as the [[Iron Circle]].<br /> <br /> [[Aerathor]] Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Human) Direct decedent of the remaining mixed blood lineage of the Vas'Waerd and Moonbender families. After discovering his lost ancestry he changed his surname from Moonbender to Vas'Waerd and began seeking knowledge of the forgotten order and martial forms his family was responsible for creating. After finding remnants of his fathers style the Hentoi rae il Waerd mixed together with variations of several other lost forms in a crystal hand monastery library he begun training to master them and vowed to bring the lost forms back into the world. Naming his sect of martial arts Waerd Kai which means Dragon's Four in [[gamgweth]] he seeks out new pupils who would listen and refers to four pillars upon which his teachings rest. No fear, No pain, No defeat and No mercy for the enemy. <br /> <br /> [[Avelia]] Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Elf) Wife of Aerathor and newest member of the family. Apprenticed to Aerathor seeking power to avenge her mother and father who were murdered in cold blood. Aerathor quickly became infatuated with the young elf and slowly won her heart as they traveled together researching the history of the Hentoi rae il Waerd. As her mastery of weapons improved Aerathor gave her the title of Waerd Alshabi. Bonded and driven they work to revitalize the tradition of the Vas'Waerd bloodline as guardians of the realms from the threat of the World Dragon's eventual re-awakening.</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Vas%27Waerd&diff=486295 2018-04-13T17:11:39Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Vas'Waerd Family]]<br /> <br /> Cairyn Vas'Waerd (Paladin, Human): taught a unique fighting style that was unsurpassed in all of Elanthia. They called themselves the Waerd Mir and their style was known as Hentoi rae il Waerd. Cairyn died helping the Paladins of House Theren in their conflict with Teiro<br /> <br /> Maize L'dar Ebonrune (Bard, Elf): Aestiera gave her the title &quot;Waerd rae li Mir&quot; in honor of her husband. She continued to expand their fighting style and transformed it into a two weapon style. She called this style &quot;audru rae telo&quot;. Maize taught her five best students. They called themselves the Seord Mir.<br /> <br /> Together Cairyn and Maize are the original founders of the order known as the [[Iron Circle]].<br /> <br /> [[Aerathor]] Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Human) Direct decedent of the remaining mixed blood lineage of the Vas'Waerd and Moonbender families. After discovering his lost ancestry he changed his surname from Moonbender to Vas'Waerd and began seeking knowledge of the forgotten order and martial forms his family was responsible for creating. After finding remnants of his fathers style the Hentoi rae il Waerd mixed together with variations of several other lost forms in a crystal hand monastery library he begun training to master them and vowed to bring the lost forms back into the world. Naming his style Waerd Alshabi which means Dragon Seeker in [[gamgweth]] he seeks out new pupils who would listen..<br /> <br /> [[Avelia]] Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Elf) Wife of Aerathor and newest member of the family. Apprenticed to Aerathor seeking power to avenge her mother and father who were murdered in cold blood. Aerathor quickly became infatuated with the young elf and slowly won her heart as they traveled together researching the history of the Hentoi rae il Waerd. Bonded and driven they work to revitalize the tradition of the Vas'Waerd bloodline as guardians of the realms from the threat of the World Dragon's eventual re-awakening.</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Aerathor&diff=485001 2018-03-05T22:03:22Z

<p>AERATHOR: /* Notes */</p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Aerathor |<br /> Race = Human |<br /> Gender = Male |<br /> Guild = Moon Mage |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You are Weapon Master Aerathor Vas'Waerd, Astral Guardian of Elanthia, a Human.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aerathor has an oval face, pointed ears and deep-set blue-grey eyes. His golden brown hair is short and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has tanned skin.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is very tall for a Human. He has a lean build. <br /> He appears young.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is wearing a flowing martial artist's headband embroidered with a blazing sun, a flowing martial artist's robe embroidered with a golden scaled serpent and some battered leather sandals with frayed straps splattered by melted candle wax<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Beginning<br /> <br /> <br /> After being orphaned near the end of the [[Sorrow War]] at the age of 7, Aerathor spent his early years living as a vagabond on the streets of [[The Crossing]] relying on stealth and his wits. Having no ties left to his family to reach out to he was an easy target for gang recruitment. His age and skills made him ideal for running illegal goods in and out of the city after they had been smuggled in from [[Qi'Reshalia]]. His reward for a successful shipment brought in from the docks safely was usually a small taste of tea made from the [[Oshu'mary]] he regularly delivered into the heart of the city, and perhaps enough Kronar to buy food and drink for a few days. The coin always ran out fast however and the winter months were especially hard when the shipyard traffic slowed. It was on a cold winter night that a simple act of kindness changed his life forever and put him onto a new path.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Path<br /> <br /> As hey lay sleeping on the cold streets, shivering without blankets or shelter, a monk passing by laid something upon him bringing him warmth and protecting him from the chilling winds. In the morning when he woke to find himself wrapped in a cloak bearing a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and not knowing where it came from he placed the cloak on his shoulders thankful for the good fortune. After stretching and rubbing his eyes he realized he was lost on the outskirts of town. The familiar pangs of hunger set in and bid him to begin walking in search of a bread cart. It wasn't long however before his newfound garment attracted unwanted attention. In the corner of his eye he noticed movement and before he could react, he was quickly surrounded by several sleazy looking louts who had been in the area looking for an easy mark. One of them, most likely the leader stepped forward to speak.<br /> <br /> &quot;That is quite the fancy cloak for a pick snapper like yourself&quot;. Laughter echoed across the street as the group began to advance with weapons drawn. Looking around Aerathor realized he had nowhere to flee. As his eyes darted about for a place to hide or escape to, he heard the soft clatter of a dagger dropping to the pavement followed by a hollow thud as the leader of the group collapsed unconscious. If not for the steady sound of his breathing the sudden silence would have been complete. Anticipation hung in the air of the narrow street until a shadowy figure suddenly materialized beside the remainder of the group. Before they could react decisive strikes left them crippled and broken on the ground. As the leader stirred into consciousness a deathly silent circle of light spun into being, whirling and bristling with glistening spines until coalescing into a dark crystalline spike. The spike crackled with a shimmering light before discharging an undulating blast towards the sleazy lout. The blast most likely stopped its heart, since it was laying on the ground in a dozen burning pieces. <br /> <br /> Still in shock but thankful for the rescue Aerathor stared in awe at the wizened monk standing before him. &quot;These poor fools never had a chance, they began down the wrong path early on. You too will have to make a choice.&quot; The monks calm voice carried confidence and sincerity with it. Something about his presence was reassuring and comforting. &quot;The path I can set you upon will not be easy, but it will be worth it. Come now with me child, and I will see you learn the ways of the Crystal Hand.&quot; Without waiting for a response the monk silently turned and walked slowly towards the observatory rising over the middens in the distance. A cold wind picked up and Aerathor realized the monk was wearing no cloak. Still hungry but no longer lost he followed.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> As an adult his lineage was traced back to the [[Vas'Waerd]] family on his fathers side and the [[Moonbender]] family on his mothers. After discovering many lost weapon forms originating from the [[Seord Mir]] he has taken his fathers name and begun training to renew his family legacy.<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Has mixed Human and Elvish heritage.<br /> *Maintaining a neutral alignment enables him to see both good and evil in all things<br /> *Spent the majority of his life on [[Ratha]] and the other islands of [[Qi'Reshalia]] training his mind and body in the arts of war and serving the Order of the Iron Circle.<br /> *Joined the [[Monks of the Crystal Hand]] at an early age, rose to an Ascetic by age 19.<br /> *Enjoy's [[Oshu'mary]] tea and smoking. They are two of the three luxuries he allows himself on a regular basis. The third is a hot bath.<br /> *Is seeking answers to the strange recent events surrounding Tiv and the connection that may exist to the Arbiter.<br /> *Believes in the existence of a nameless creative force that is responsible for all life and awareness in existence in all the various planes.<br /> *Bonded to [[Avelia]]<br /> *Joined the [[Heritage House]] recently in an effort to help re unify the Moon Mage Guild but is a Monk at heart.<br /> *Feels [[Astral Travel]] is being abused as well as the breaching of the [[plane of probability]] to fuel moon mage predictions.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Monks of the Crystal Hand]]<br /> [[Category:Moonbender Family]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Aerathor&diff=485000 2018-03-05T22:00:43Z

<p>AERATHOR: /* Appearance */</p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Aerathor |<br /> Race = Human |<br /> Gender = Male |<br /> Guild = Moon Mage |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You are Weapon Master Aerathor Vas'Waerd, Astral Guardian of Elanthia, a Human.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aerathor has an oval face, pointed ears and deep-set blue-grey eyes. His golden brown hair is short and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has tanned skin.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is very tall for a Human. He has a lean build. <br /> He appears young.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is wearing a flowing martial artist's headband embroidered with a blazing sun, a flowing martial artist's robe embroidered with a golden scaled serpent and some battered leather sandals with frayed straps splattered by melted candle wax<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Beginning<br /> <br /> <br /> After being orphaned near the end of the [[Sorrow War]] at the age of 7, Aerathor spent his early years living as a vagabond on the streets of [[The Crossing]] relying on stealth and his wits. Having no ties left to his family to reach out to he was an easy target for gang recruitment. His age and skills made him ideal for running illegal goods in and out of the city after they had been smuggled in from [[Qi'Reshalia]]. His reward for a successful shipment brought in from the docks safely was usually a small taste of tea made from the [[Oshu'mary]] he regularly delivered into the heart of the city, and perhaps enough Kronar to buy food and drink for a few days. The coin always ran out fast however and the winter months were especially hard when the shipyard traffic slowed. It was on a cold winter night that a simple act of kindness changed his life forever and put him onto a new path.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Path<br /> <br /> As hey lay sleeping on the cold streets, shivering without blankets or shelter, a monk passing by laid something upon him bringing him warmth and protecting him from the chilling winds. In the morning when he woke to find himself wrapped in a cloak bearing a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and not knowing where it came from he placed the cloak on his shoulders thankful for the good fortune. After stretching and rubbing his eyes he realized he was lost on the outskirts of town. The familiar pangs of hunger set in and bid him to begin walking in search of a bread cart. It wasn't long however before his newfound garment attracted unwanted attention. In the corner of his eye he noticed movement and before he could react, he was quickly surrounded by several sleazy looking louts who had been in the area looking for an easy mark. One of them, most likely the leader stepped forward to speak.<br /> <br /> &quot;That is quite the fancy cloak for a pick snapper like yourself&quot;. Laughter echoed across the street as the group began to advance with weapons drawn. Looking around Aerathor realized he had nowhere to flee. As his eyes darted about for a place to hide or escape to, he heard the soft clatter of a dagger dropping to the pavement followed by a hollow thud as the leader of the group collapsed unconscious. If not for the steady sound of his breathing the sudden silence would have been complete. Anticipation hung in the air of the narrow street until a shadowy figure suddenly materialized beside the remainder of the group. Before they could react decisive strikes left them crippled and broken on the ground. As the leader stirred into consciousness a deathly silent circle of light spun into being, whirling and bristling with glistening spines until coalescing into a dark crystalline spike. The spike crackled with a shimmering light before discharging an undulating blast towards the sleazy lout. The blast most likely stopped its heart, since it was laying on the ground in a dozen burning pieces. <br /> <br /> Still in shock but thankful for the rescue Aerathor stared in awe at the wizened monk standing before him. &quot;These poor fools never had a chance, they began down the wrong path early on. You too will have to make a choice.&quot; The monks calm voice carried confidence and sincerity with it. Something about his presence was reassuring and comforting. &quot;The path I can set you upon will not be easy, but it will be worth it. Come now with me child, and I will see you learn the ways of the Crystal Hand.&quot; Without waiting for a response the monk silently turned and walked slowly towards the observatory rising over the middens in the distance. A cold wind picked up and Aerathor realized the monk was wearing no cloak. Still hungry but no longer lost he followed.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> As an adult his lineage was traced back to the [[Vas'Waerd]] family on his fathers side and the [[Moonbender]] family on his mothers. After discovering many lost weapon forms originating from the [[Seord Mir]] he has taken his fathers name and begun training to renew his family legacy.<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Maintaining a neutral alignment enables him to see both good and evil in all things<br /> *Spent the majority of his life on [[Ratha]] and the other islands of [[Qi'Reshalia]] training his mind and body in the arts of war.<br /> *Joined the [[Monks of the Crystal Hand]] at an early age, rose to an Ascetic by age 19.<br /> *Enjoy's [[Oshu'mary]] tea and smoking. They are two of the three luxuries he allows himself on a regular basis. The third is a hot bath.<br /> *Is seeking answers to the strange recent events surrounding Tiv and the connection that may exist to the Arbiter.<br /> *Believes in the existence of a nameless creative force that is responsible for all life and awareness in existence in all the various planes.<br /> *Bonded to [[Avelia]]<br /> *Joined the [[Heritage House]] recently in an effort to help re unify the Moon Mage Guild.<br /> *Feels [[Astral Travel]] is being abused as well as the breaching of the [[plane of probability]] to fuel moon mage predictions.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Monks of the Crystal Hand]]<br /> [[Category:Moonbender Family]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Vas%27Waerd&diff=484866 2018-02-24T17:51:21Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Vas'Waerd Family]]<br /> <br /> Cairyn Vas'Waerd (Paladin, Human): taught a unique fighting style that was unsurpassed in all of Elanthia. They called themselves the Waerd Mir and their style was known as Hentoi rae il Waerd. Cairyn died helping the Paladins of House Theren in their conflict with Teiro<br /> <br /> Maize L'dar Ebonrune (Bard, Elf): Aestiera gave him the title &quot;Waerd rae li Mir&quot; in honor of her husband. She continued to expand their fighting style and transformed it into a two weapon style. She called this style &quot;audru rae telo&quot;. Maize taught her five best students. They called themselves the Seord Mir.<br /> <br /> Together Cairyn and Maize are the original founders of the order known as the [[Iron Circle]].<br /> <br /> [[Aerathor]] Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Human) Direct decedent of the remaining mixed blood lineage of the Vas'Waerd and Moonbender families. After discovering his lost ancestry he changed his surname from Moonbender to Vas'Waerd and began seeking knowledge of the forgotten order and martial forms his family was responsible for creating. After finding remnants of his fathers style the Hentoi rae il Waerd mixed together with variations of several other lost forms in a crystal hand monastery library he begun training to master them and vowed to bring the lost forms back into the world. Naming his style Waerd Alshabi which means Dragon Seeker in [[gamgweth]] he seeks out new pupils who would listen..<br /> <br /> [[Avelia]] Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Elf) Wife of Aerathor and newest member of the family. Apprenticed to Aerathor seeking power to avenge her mother and father who were murdered in cold blood. Aerathor quickly became infatuated with the young elf and slowly won her heart as they traveled together researching the history of the Hentoi rae il Waerd. Bonded and driven they work to revitalize the tradition of the Vas'Waerd bloodline as guardians of the realms from the threat of the World Dragon's eventual re-awakening.</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Avelia&diff=484857 2018-02-24T02:33:32Z

<p>AERATHOR: /* History */</p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Avelia |<br /> Race = Elf |<br /> Gender = Female |<br /> Guild = Moon Mage |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Avelia Vas'Waerd of Elanthia, an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Avelia has a round face, pointed ears, almond-shaped crystal blue eyes and a small nose. Her black hair is very long and wavy, and is worn pulled back in a bun. She has fair skin and a curvaceous figure. She is short for an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> She appears young <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-Family-'''<br /> <br /> Growing up Avelia was quite different than other bone elf girls. In fact she was totally ignorant of her heritage. Her father like some of his kind chose to venture out into the world for a sort of rite of passage. However along the way he found himself quite entranced with what he discovered. The smells and sounds of a large city quickly seduced him, drawing him into the world that he was never meant to be a part of. As fate would have it, there was a river elf who coincidentally was similarly drawn away from her own family and people for the allure of a city. It of course can never be known if in fact their stars were crossed and fated for love...but it sure does make for a good story. The pair ran off together leaving their pasts behind to explore the world together. After years of discovery through travel they finally settled down together to raise a family in Throne City. There they raised Avelia together living modestly but happily.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> But fate can be a cruel mistress as well. After Avelia's father made the mistake of sharing his true past with his beloved, an angry mob was set upon them. Though she herself would have never betrayed his confidence, others in the city did not feel the same. Some thug who had been lurking nearby in the shadows overheard the conversation and quickly ran to inform others in the city of her fathers dark past. A brutal mob of malicious and fanatical members of the inquisition seized her father and mother, carrying them way to their deaths. No fair trial was given and no evidence was needed for their paranoia was so great. Avelia being naturally perceptive and good at hiding was able to avoid detection that horrible and torrid day as she blended into the city living in the shadows, taking what she needed when she could. Vengeance however tempting was out of her reach.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-New Beginning-''' <br /> Months after the incident while hungry and in search of food or perhaps coins to buy some, Avelia overheard the very man who had turned a mob onto her parents boasting as he counted the heavy golden coins with which he had been rewarded. She carefully memorized his features knowing one day she would return and have her vengeance. With no formal combat training and only days of street smarts to go by, she knew she must find a way to harness her own potential and enact her revenge. Anger fueled her passion as she swore to herself a silent vow. But again, as fate would have it there was another in the city in search of something. As she exited the city on her way to Dock she took a wrong a turn and found herself lost near the ruins of the old colosseum. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> It was there a drearily colored combination of grays and mottled brown scales slithered into her view chilling her to her very bones. The behemoth before her appeared to be an enormous snake-like creature with neither arms nor legs. Its open wide maw leered before her. Tufts of reddish hair protruding from beneath its maw gave the aged beast an almost regal appearance. Her heart pounded in her chest as the creature lunged forward as if to swallow her whole. But Avelia could not move, frozen with fear her limbs would not respond to her desire to flee. The creature moved with the speed of a striking snake all of its focus on its prey. A blur of crimson seared her vision as an inky black moonblade flashed soundlessly through the air. The creature's warbled moans of despair echoed through the area as it rasped its final breaths. Standing beside her stood a tall man holding a blade of dull black light. The commotion drew others into the area and soon several of the monsters surrounded her and the cloaked figure standing above the mottled corpse.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Without hesitation the newly arrived creatures lunged forward with a single minded intent to devour them both. Just as quickly the man morphed into a garish blur of movement and color. His long white headband and black robes flowed like waves behind him as he moved fluidly from one creature to the next leaving a scarlet trail in his wake. With a flourish his moonblade vanished into nothingness and the two stood together silently in the dim light of encroaching dusk. Casually the man stooped down over the freshly made corpses and began ripping husks free of the serpent-like creatures as he spoke. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;You are lucky. This is a bad part of town to be lost in.&quot; Now standing he began to break large scales free of the husks and continued on. &quot;Normally this is when one would say thank you.&quot; A subtle yet knowing smile parted his lips as he glanced at Avelia. Regaining her wits she finally found herself stammering. &quot;th, thanks..what,...i'm, i'm sorry I wandered this way. My father warned me before..&quot; Thoughts of her father suddenly rekindled her anger and determination. &quot;Where did you learn to fight that way? I've never seen anything quite like that weapon you used..&quot; The wheels in her mind were already turning, if she were to learn from this man, perhaps her vengeance was closer than she thought. &quot;do you think,...do you think you can train me to fight like you?&quot; Her determination and intrigue were obvious to see. The man regarded her a long moment as if staring through her being at something he alone could see in the distance. &quot;When I came into the city I was searching for something, but I was not sure what it was. Hearing your request I'm certain now it was you that I was looking for. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Bonded to [[Aerathor]] [[Vas'Waerd]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Bone Elf]]<br /> [[Category:Player Elf]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Aerathor&diff=484856 2018-02-24T02:30:16Z

<p>AERATHOR: /* Appearance */</p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Aerathor |<br /> Race = Human |<br /> Gender = Male |<br /> Guild = Moon Mage |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Astral Guardian Aerathor Vas'Waerd, Weapon Master, the Novitiate, a Human.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aerathor has an oval face and deep-set blue-grey eyes. His golden brown hair is short and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has tanned skin.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is very tall for a Human. He has a lean build. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is wearing a flowing martial artist's headband embroidered with a blazing sun, a flowing martial artist's robe embroidered with a golden scaled serpent and some battered leather sandals with frayed straps splattered by melted candle wax<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Beginning<br /> <br /> <br /> After being orphaned near the end of the [[Sorrow War]] at the age of 7, Aerathor spent his early years living as a vagabond on the streets of [[The Crossing]] relying on stealth and his wits. Having no ties left to his family to reach out to he was an easy target for gang recruitment. His age and skills made him ideal for running illegal goods in and out of the city after they had been smuggled in from [[Qi'Reshalia]]. His reward for a successful shipment brought in from the docks safely was usually a small taste of tea made from the [[Oshu'mary]] he regularly delivered into the heart of the city, and perhaps enough Kronar to buy food and drink for a few days. The coin always ran out fast however and the winter months were especially hard when the shipyard traffic slowed. It was on a cold winter night that a simple act of kindness changed his life forever and put him onto a new path.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Path<br /> <br /> As hey lay sleeping on the cold streets, shivering without blankets or shelter, a monk passing by laid something upon him bringing him warmth and protecting him from the chilling winds. In the morning when he woke to find himself wrapped in a cloak bearing a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and not knowing where it came from he placed the cloak on his shoulders thankful for the good fortune. After stretching and rubbing his eyes he realized he was lost on the outskirts of town. The familiar pangs of hunger set in and bid him to begin walking in search of a bread cart. It wasn't long however before his newfound garment attracted unwanted attention. In the corner of his eye he noticed movement and before he could react, he was quickly surrounded by several sleazy looking louts who had been in the area looking for an easy mark. One of them, most likely the leader stepped forward to speak.<br /> <br /> &quot;That is quite the fancy cloak for a pick snapper like yourself&quot;. Laughter echoed across the street as the group began to advance with weapons drawn. Looking around Aerathor realized he had nowhere to flee. As his eyes darted about for a place to hide or escape to, he heard the soft clatter of a dagger dropping to the pavement followed by a hollow thud as the leader of the group collapsed unconscious. If not for the steady sound of his breathing the sudden silence would have been complete. Anticipation hung in the air of the narrow street until a shadowy figure suddenly materialized beside the remainder of the group. Before they could react decisive strikes left them crippled and broken on the ground. As the leader stirred into consciousness a deathly silent circle of light spun into being, whirling and bristling with glistening spines until coalescing into a dark crystalline spike. The spike crackled with a shimmering light before discharging an undulating blast towards the sleazy lout. The blast most likely stopped its heart, since it was laying on the ground in a dozen burning pieces. <br /> <br /> Still in shock but thankful for the rescue Aerathor stared in awe at the wizened monk standing before him. &quot;These poor fools never had a chance, they began down the wrong path early on. You too will have to make a choice.&quot; The monks calm voice carried confidence and sincerity with it. Something about his presence was reassuring and comforting. &quot;The path I can set you upon will not be easy, but it will be worth it. Come now with me child, and I will see you learn the ways of the Crystal Hand.&quot; Without waiting for a response the monk silently turned and walked slowly towards the observatory rising over the middens in the distance. A cold wind picked up and Aerathor realized the monk was wearing no cloak. Still hungry but no longer lost he followed.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> As an adult his lineage was traced back to the [[Vas'Waerd]] family on his fathers side and the [[Moonbender]] family on his mothers. After discovering many lost weapon forms originating from the [[Seord Mir]] he has taken his fathers name and begun training to renew his family legacy.<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Maintaining a neutral alignment enables him to see both good and evil in all things<br /> *Spent the majority of his life on [[Ratha]] and the other islands of [[Qi'Reshalia]] training his mind and body in the arts of war.<br /> *Joined the [[Monks of the Crystal Hand]] at an early age, rose to an Ascetic by age 19.<br /> *Enjoy's [[Oshu'mary]] tea and smoking. They are two of the three luxuries he allows himself on a regular basis. The third is a hot bath.<br /> *Is seeking answers to the strange recent events surrounding Tiv and the connection that may exist to the Arbiter.<br /> *Believes in the existence of a nameless creative force that is responsible for all life and awareness in existence in all the various planes.<br /> *Bonded to [[Avelia]]<br /> *Joined the [[Heritage House]] recently in an effort to help re unify the Moon Mage Guild.<br /> *Feels [[Astral Travel]] is being abused as well as the breaching of the [[plane of probability]] to fuel moon mage predictions.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Monks of the Crystal Hand]]<br /> [[Category:Moonbender Family]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Aerathor&diff=484852 2018-02-23T23:49:04Z

<p>AERATHOR: /* History */</p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Aerathor |<br /> Race = Human |<br /> Gender = Male |<br /> Guild = Moon Mage |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Astral Guardian Aerathor Vas'Waerd, Weapon Master, the Novitiate, a Human.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aerathor has an oval face and deep-set blue-grey eyes. His golden brown hair is short and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has tanned skin.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is very tall for a Human. He has a lean build. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is wearing a flowing martial artist's headband embroidered with a blazing sun, a flowing martial artist's robe embroidered with a golden scaled serpent, a gleaming haralun quarterstaff, a leather weapon harness with polished brass buckles and fittings, a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and some fitted shadowy black sandals with detailed straps<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Beginning<br /> <br /> <br /> After being orphaned near the end of the [[Sorrow War]] at the age of 7, Aerathor spent his early years living as a vagabond on the streets of [[The Crossing]] relying on stealth and his wits. Having no ties left to his family to reach out to he was an easy target for gang recruitment. His age and skills made him ideal for running illegal goods in and out of the city after they had been smuggled in from [[Qi'Reshalia]]. His reward for a successful shipment brought in from the docks safely was usually a small taste of tea made from the [[Oshu'mary]] he regularly delivered into the heart of the city, and perhaps enough Kronar to buy food and drink for a few days. The coin always ran out fast however and the winter months were especially hard when the shipyard traffic slowed. It was on a cold winter night that a simple act of kindness changed his life forever and put him onto a new path.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Path<br /> <br /> As hey lay sleeping on the cold streets, shivering without blankets or shelter, a monk passing by laid something upon him bringing him warmth and protecting him from the chilling winds. In the morning when he woke to find himself wrapped in a cloak bearing a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and not knowing where it came from he placed the cloak on his shoulders thankful for the good fortune. After stretching and rubbing his eyes he realized he was lost on the outskirts of town. The familiar pangs of hunger set in and bid him to begin walking in search of a bread cart. It wasn't long however before his newfound garment attracted unwanted attention. In the corner of his eye he noticed movement and before he could react, he was quickly surrounded by several sleazy looking louts who had been in the area looking for an easy mark. One of them, most likely the leader stepped forward to speak.<br /> <br /> &quot;That is quite the fancy cloak for a pick snapper like yourself&quot;. Laughter echoed across the street as the group began to advance with weapons drawn. Looking around Aerathor realized he had nowhere to flee. As his eyes darted about for a place to hide or escape to, he heard the soft clatter of a dagger dropping to the pavement followed by a hollow thud as the leader of the group collapsed unconscious. If not for the steady sound of his breathing the sudden silence would have been complete. Anticipation hung in the air of the narrow street until a shadowy figure suddenly materialized beside the remainder of the group. Before they could react decisive strikes left them crippled and broken on the ground. As the leader stirred into consciousness a deathly silent circle of light spun into being, whirling and bristling with glistening spines until coalescing into a dark crystalline spike. The spike crackled with a shimmering light before discharging an undulating blast towards the sleazy lout. The blast most likely stopped its heart, since it was laying on the ground in a dozen burning pieces. <br /> <br /> Still in shock but thankful for the rescue Aerathor stared in awe at the wizened monk standing before him. &quot;These poor fools never had a chance, they began down the wrong path early on. You too will have to make a choice.&quot; The monks calm voice carried confidence and sincerity with it. Something about his presence was reassuring and comforting. &quot;The path I can set you upon will not be easy, but it will be worth it. Come now with me child, and I will see you learn the ways of the Crystal Hand.&quot; Without waiting for a response the monk silently turned and walked slowly towards the observatory rising over the middens in the distance. A cold wind picked up and Aerathor realized the monk was wearing no cloak. Still hungry but no longer lost he followed.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> As an adult his lineage was traced back to the [[Vas'Waerd]] family on his fathers side and the [[Moonbender]] family on his mothers. After discovering many lost weapon forms originating from the [[Seord Mir]] he has taken his fathers name and begun training to renew his family legacy.<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Maintaining a neutral alignment enables him to see both good and evil in all things<br /> *Spent the majority of his life on [[Ratha]] and the other islands of [[Qi'Reshalia]] training his mind and body in the arts of war.<br /> *Joined the [[Monks of the Crystal Hand]] at an early age, rose to an Ascetic by age 19.<br /> *Enjoy's [[Oshu'mary]] tea and smoking. They are two of the three luxuries he allows himself on a regular basis. The third is a hot bath.<br /> *Is seeking answers to the strange recent events surrounding Tiv and the connection that may exist to the Arbiter.<br /> *Believes in the existence of a nameless creative force that is responsible for all life and awareness in existence in all the various planes.<br /> *Bonded to [[Avelia]]<br /> *Joined the [[Heritage House]] recently in an effort to help re unify the Moon Mage Guild.<br /> *Feels [[Astral Travel]] is being abused as well as the breaching of the [[plane of probability]] to fuel moon mage predictions.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Monks of the Crystal Hand]]<br /> [[Category:Moonbender Family]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Avelia&diff=484851 2018-02-23T23:42:55Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Avelia |<br /> Race = Elf |<br /> Gender = Female |<br /> Guild = Moon Mage |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Avelia Vas'Waerd of Elanthia, an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Avelia has a round face, pointed ears, almond-shaped crystal blue eyes and a small nose. Her black hair is very long and wavy, and is worn pulled back in a bun. She has fair skin and a curvaceous figure. She is short for an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> She appears young <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-Family-'''<br /> <br /> Growing up Avelia was quite different than other bone elf girls. In fact she was totally ignorant of her heritage. Her father like some of his kind chose to venture out into the world for a sort of rite of passage. However along the way he found himself quite entranced with what he discovered. The smells and sounds of a large city quickly seduced him, drawing him into the world that he was never meant to be a part of. As fate would have it, there was a river elf who coincidentally was similarly drawn away from her own family and people for the allure of a city. It of course can never be known if in fact their stars were crossed and fated for love...but it sure does make for a good story. The pair ran off together leaving their pasts behind to explore the world together. After years of discovery through travel they finally settled down together to raise a family in Throne City. There they raised Avelia together living modestly but happily.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> But fate can be a cruel mistress as well. After Avelia's father made the mistake of sharing his true past with his beloved, an angry mob was set upon them. Though she herself would have never betrayed his confidence, others in the city did not feel the same. Some thug who had been lurking nearby in the shadows overheard the conversation and quickly ran to inform others in the city of her fathers dark past. A brutal mob of malicious and fanatical members of the inquisition seized her father and mother, carrying them way to their deaths. No fair trial was given and no evidence was needed for their paranoia was so great. Avelia being naturally perceptive and good at hiding was able to avoid detection that horrible and torrid day as she blended into the city living in the shadows, taking what she needed when she could. Vengeance however tempting was out of her reach.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-New Beginning-''' <br /> It was day's after the incident while hungry and in search of food or coin, Avelia overheard the very man who had turned a mob onto her parents boasting as he counted the heavy golden coins with which he had been rewarded. She carefully memorized his features knowing one day she would return and have her vengeance. With no formal combat training and only days of street smarts to go by, she knew she must find a way to harness her own potential and enact her revenge. Anger fueled her passion as she swore to herself a silent vow. But again, as fate would have it there was another in the city in search of something. As she exited the city on her way to Dock she took a wrong a turn and found herself lost near the ruins of the old colosseum. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> It was there a drearily colored combination of grays and mottled brown scales slithered into her view chilling her to her very bones. The behemoth before her appeared to be an enormous snake-like creature with neither arms nor legs. Its open wide maw leered before her. Tufts of reddish hair protruding from beneath its maw gave the aged beast an almost regal appearance. Her heart pounded in her chest as the creature lunged forward as if to swallow her whole. But Avelia could not move, frozen with fear her limbs would not respond to her desire to flee. The creature moved with the speed of a striking snake all of its focus on its prey. A blur of crimson seared her vision as an inky black moonblade flashed soundlessly through the air. The creature's warbled moans of despair echoed through the area as it rasped its final breaths. Standing beside her stood a tall man holding a blade of dull black light. The commotion drew others into the area and soon several of the monsters surrounded her and the cloaked figure standing above the mottled corpse.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Without hesitation the newly arrived creatures lunged forward with a single minded intent to devour them both. Just as quickly the man morphed into a garish blur of movement and color. His long white headband and black robes flowed like waves behind him as he moved fluidly from one creature to the next leaving a scarlet trail in his wake. With a flourish his moonblade vanished into nothingness and the two stood together silently in the dim light of encroaching dusk. Casually the man stooped down over the freshly made corpses and began ripping husks free of the serpent-like creatures as he spoke. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;You are lucky. This is a bad part of town to be lost in.&quot; Now standing he began to break large scales free of the husks and continued on. &quot;Normally this is when one would say thank you.&quot; A subtle yet knowing smile parted his lips as he glanced at Avelia. Regaining her wits she finally found herself stammering. &quot;th, thanks..what,...i'm, i'm sorry I wandered this way. My father warned me before..&quot; Thoughts of her father suddenly rekindled her anger and determination. &quot;Where did you learn to fight that way? I've never seen anything quite like that weapon you used..&quot; The wheels in her mind were already turning, if she were to learn from this man, perhaps her vengeance was closer than she thought. &quot;do you think,...do you think you can train me to fight like you?&quot; Her determination and intrigue were obvious to see. The man regarded her a long moment as if staring through her being at something he alone could see in the distance. &quot;When I came into the city I was searching for something, but I was not sure what it was. Hearing your request I'm certain now it was you that I was looking for. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Bonded to [[Aerathor]] [[Vas'Waerd]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Bone Elf]]<br /> [[Category:Player Elf]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Avelia&diff=484850 2018-02-23T23:42:24Z

<p>AERATHOR: /* Notes */</p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Avelia |<br /> Race = Elf |<br /> Gender = Female |<br /> Guild = Commoner |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Avelia Vas'Waerd of Elanthia, an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Avelia has a round face, pointed ears, almond-shaped crystal blue eyes and a small nose. Her black hair is very long and wavy, and is worn pulled back in a bun. She has fair skin and a curvaceous figure. She is short for an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> She appears young <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-Family-'''<br /> <br /> Growing up Avelia was quite different than other bone elf girls. In fact she was totally ignorant of her heritage. Her father like some of his kind chose to venture out into the world for a sort of rite of passage. However along the way he found himself quite entranced with what he discovered. The smells and sounds of a large city quickly seduced him, drawing him into the world that he was never meant to be a part of. As fate would have it, there was a river elf who coincidentally was similarly drawn away from her own family and people for the allure of a city. It of course can never be known if in fact their stars were crossed and fated for love...but it sure does make for a good story. The pair ran off together leaving their pasts behind to explore the world together. After years of discovery through travel they finally settled down together to raise a family in Throne City. There they raised Avelia together living modestly but happily.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> But fate can be a cruel mistress as well. After Avelia's father made the mistake of sharing his true past with his beloved, an angry mob was set upon them. Though she herself would have never betrayed his confidence, others in the city did not feel the same. Some thug who had been lurking nearby in the shadows overheard the conversation and quickly ran to inform others in the city of her fathers dark past. A brutal mob of malicious and fanatical members of the inquisition seized her father and mother, carrying them way to their deaths. No fair trial was given and no evidence was needed for their paranoia was so great. Avelia being naturally perceptive and good at hiding was able to avoid detection that horrible and torrid day as she blended into the city living in the shadows, taking what she needed when she could. Vengeance however tempting was out of her reach.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-New Beginning-''' <br /> It was day's after the incident while hungry and in search of food or coin, Avelia overheard the very man who had turned a mob onto her parents boasting as he counted the heavy golden coins with which he had been rewarded. She carefully memorized his features knowing one day she would return and have her vengeance. With no formal combat training and only days of street smarts to go by, she knew she must find a way to harness her own potential and enact her revenge. Anger fueled her passion as she swore to herself a silent vow. But again, as fate would have it there was another in the city in search of something. As she exited the city on her way to Dock she took a wrong a turn and found herself lost near the ruins of the old colosseum. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> It was there a drearily colored combination of grays and mottled brown scales slithered into her view chilling her to her very bones. The behemoth before her appeared to be an enormous snake-like creature with neither arms nor legs. Its open wide maw leered before her. Tufts of reddish hair protruding from beneath its maw gave the aged beast an almost regal appearance. Her heart pounded in her chest as the creature lunged forward as if to swallow her whole. But Avelia could not move, frozen with fear her limbs would not respond to her desire to flee. The creature moved with the speed of a striking snake all of its focus on its prey. A blur of crimson seared her vision as an inky black moonblade flashed soundlessly through the air. The creature's warbled moans of despair echoed through the area as it rasped its final breaths. Standing beside her stood a tall man holding a blade of dull black light. The commotion drew others into the area and soon several of the monsters surrounded her and the cloaked figure standing above the mottled corpse.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Without hesitation the newly arrived creatures lunged forward with a single minded intent to devour them both. Just as quickly the man morphed into a garish blur of movement and color. His long white headband and black robes flowed like waves behind him as he moved fluidly from one creature to the next leaving a scarlet trail in his wake. With a flourish his moonblade vanished into nothingness and the two stood together silently in the dim light of encroaching dusk. Casually the man stooped down over the freshly made corpses and began ripping husks free of the serpent-like creatures as he spoke. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;You are lucky. This is a bad part of town to be lost in.&quot; Now standing he began to break large scales free of the husks and continued on. &quot;Normally this is when one would say thank you.&quot; A subtle yet knowing smile parted his lips as he glanced at Avelia. Regaining her wits she finally found herself stammering. &quot;th, thanks..what,...i'm, i'm sorry I wandered this way. My father warned me before..&quot; Thoughts of her father suddenly rekindled her anger and determination. &quot;Where did you learn to fight that way? I've never seen anything quite like that weapon you used..&quot; The wheels in her mind were already turning, if she were to learn from this man, perhaps her vengeance was closer than she thought. &quot;do you think,...do you think you can train me to fight like you?&quot; Her determination and intrigue were obvious to see. The man regarded her a long moment as if staring through her being at something he alone could see in the distance. &quot;When I came into the city I was searching for something, but I was not sure what it was. Hearing your request I'm certain now it was you that I was looking for. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Bonded to [[Aerathor]] [[Vas'Waerd]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Bone Elf]]<br /> [[Category:Player Elf]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Avelia&diff=484849 2018-02-23T23:40:50Z

<p>AERATHOR: /* Appearance */</p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Avelia |<br /> Race = Elf |<br /> Gender = Female |<br /> Guild = Commoner |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Avelia Vas'Waerd of Elanthia, an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Avelia has a round face, pointed ears, almond-shaped crystal blue eyes and a small nose. Her black hair is very long and wavy, and is worn pulled back in a bun. She has fair skin and a curvaceous figure. She is short for an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> She appears young <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-Family-'''<br /> <br /> Growing up Avelia was quite different than other bone elf girls. In fact she was totally ignorant of her heritage. Her father like some of his kind chose to venture out into the world for a sort of rite of passage. However along the way he found himself quite entranced with what he discovered. The smells and sounds of a large city quickly seduced him, drawing him into the world that he was never meant to be a part of. As fate would have it, there was a river elf who coincidentally was similarly drawn away from her own family and people for the allure of a city. It of course can never be known if in fact their stars were crossed and fated for love...but it sure does make for a good story. The pair ran off together leaving their pasts behind to explore the world together. After years of discovery through travel they finally settled down together to raise a family in Throne City. There they raised Avelia together living modestly but happily.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> But fate can be a cruel mistress as well. After Avelia's father made the mistake of sharing his true past with his beloved, an angry mob was set upon them. Though she herself would have never betrayed his confidence, others in the city did not feel the same. Some thug who had been lurking nearby in the shadows overheard the conversation and quickly ran to inform others in the city of her fathers dark past. A brutal mob of malicious and fanatical members of the inquisition seized her father and mother, carrying them way to their deaths. No fair trial was given and no evidence was needed for their paranoia was so great. Avelia being naturally perceptive and good at hiding was able to avoid detection that horrible and torrid day as she blended into the city living in the shadows, taking what she needed when she could. Vengeance however tempting was out of her reach.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-New Beginning-''' <br /> It was day's after the incident while hungry and in search of food or coin, Avelia overheard the very man who had turned a mob onto her parents boasting as he counted the heavy golden coins with which he had been rewarded. She carefully memorized his features knowing one day she would return and have her vengeance. With no formal combat training and only days of street smarts to go by, she knew she must find a way to harness her own potential and enact her revenge. Anger fueled her passion as she swore to herself a silent vow. But again, as fate would have it there was another in the city in search of something. As she exited the city on her way to Dock she took a wrong a turn and found herself lost near the ruins of the old colosseum. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> It was there a drearily colored combination of grays and mottled brown scales slithered into her view chilling her to her very bones. The behemoth before her appeared to be an enormous snake-like creature with neither arms nor legs. Its open wide maw leered before her. Tufts of reddish hair protruding from beneath its maw gave the aged beast an almost regal appearance. Her heart pounded in her chest as the creature lunged forward as if to swallow her whole. But Avelia could not move, frozen with fear her limbs would not respond to her desire to flee. The creature moved with the speed of a striking snake all of its focus on its prey. A blur of crimson seared her vision as an inky black moonblade flashed soundlessly through the air. The creature's warbled moans of despair echoed through the area as it rasped its final breaths. Standing beside her stood a tall man holding a blade of dull black light. The commotion drew others into the area and soon several of the monsters surrounded her and the cloaked figure standing above the mottled corpse.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Without hesitation the newly arrived creatures lunged forward with a single minded intent to devour them both. Just as quickly the man morphed into a garish blur of movement and color. His long white headband and black robes flowed like waves behind him as he moved fluidly from one creature to the next leaving a scarlet trail in his wake. With a flourish his moonblade vanished into nothingness and the two stood together silently in the dim light of encroaching dusk. Casually the man stooped down over the freshly made corpses and began ripping husks free of the serpent-like creatures as he spoke. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;You are lucky. This is a bad part of town to be lost in.&quot; Now standing he began to break large scales free of the husks and continued on. &quot;Normally this is when one would say thank you.&quot; A subtle yet knowing smile parted his lips as he glanced at Avelia. Regaining her wits she finally found herself stammering. &quot;th, thanks..what,...i'm, i'm sorry I wandered this way. My father warned me before..&quot; Thoughts of her father suddenly rekindled her anger and determination. &quot;Where did you learn to fight that way? I've never seen anything quite like that weapon you used..&quot; The wheels in her mind were already turning, if she were to learn from this man, perhaps her vengeance was closer than she thought. &quot;do you think,...do you think you can train me to fight like you?&quot; Her determination and intrigue were obvious to see. The man regarded her a long moment as if staring through her being at something he alone could see in the distance. &quot;When I came into the city I was searching for something, but I was not sure what it was. Hearing your request I'm certain now it was you that I was looking for. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Bonded to [[Aerathor]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Bone Elf]]<br /> [[Category:Player Elf]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Vas%27Waerd&diff=484847 2018-02-23T23:23:37Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Vas'Waerd Family]]<br /> <br /> Cairyn Vas'Waerd (Paladin, Human): taught a unique fighting style that was unsurpassed in all of Elanthia. They called themselves the Waerd Mir and their style was known as Hentoi rae il Waerd. Cairyn died helping the Paladins of House Theren in their conflict with Teiro<br /> <br /> Maize L'dar Ebonrune (Bard, Elf): Aestiera gave him the title &quot;Waerd rae li Mir&quot; in honor of her husband. His continued to expand their fighting style and transformed it into a two weapon style. She called this style &quot;audru rae telo&quot;. Maize taught her five best students. They called themselves the Seord Mir.<br /> <br /> Together Cairyn and Maize are the original founders of the order known as the [[Iron Circle]].<br /> <br /> [[Aerathor]] Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Human) Direct decedent of the remaining mixed blood lineage of the Vas'Waerd and Moonbender families. After discovering his lost ancestry he changed his surname from Moonbender to Vas'Waerd and began seeking knowledge of the forgotten order and martial forms his family was responsible for creating. After finding remnants of his fathers style the Hentoi rae il Waerd mixed together with variations of several other lost forms in a crystal hand monastery library he begun training to master them and vowed to bring the lost forms back into the world. Naming his style Waerd Alshabi which means Dragon Seeker in [[gamgweth]] he seeks out new pupils who would listen..<br /> <br /> [[Avelia]] Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Elf) Wife of Aerathor and newest member of the family. Apprenticed to Aerathor seeking power to avenge her mother and father who were murdered in cold blood. Aerathor quickly became infatuated with the young elf and slowly won her heart as they traveled together researching the history of the Hentoi rae il Waerd. Bonded and driven they work to revitalize the tradition of the Vas'Waerd bloodline as guardians of the realms from the threat of the World Dragon's eventual re-awakening.</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Vas%27Waerd&diff=484846 2018-02-23T23:19:28Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Vas'Waerd Family]]<br /> <br /> Cairyn Vas'Waerd (Paladin, Human): taught a unique fighting style that was unsurpassed in all of Elanthia. They called themselves the Waerd Mir and their style was known as Hentoi rae il Waerd. Cairyn died helping the Paladins of House Theren in their conflict with Teiro<br /> <br /> Maize L'dar Ebonrune (Bard, Elf): Aestiera gave him the title &quot;Waerd rae li Mir&quot; in honor of her husband. His continued to expand their fighting style and transformed it into a two weapon style. She called this style &quot;audru rae telo&quot;. Maize taught her five best students. They called themselves the Seord Mir.<br /> <br /> Together Cairyn and Maize are the original founders of the order known as the [[Iron Circle]].<br /> <br /> Aerathor Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Human) Direct decedent of the remaining mixed blood lineage of the Vas'Waerd and Moonbender families. After discovering his lost ancestry he changed his surname from Moonbender to Vas'Waerd and began seeking knowledge of the forgotten order and martial forms his family was responsible for creating. After finding remnants of his fathers style the Hentoi rae il Waerd mixed together with variations of several other lost forms in a crystal hand monastery library he begun training to master them and vowed to bring the lost forms back into the world. Naming his style Waerd Alshabi which means Dragon Seeker in [[gamgweth]] he seeks out new pupils who would listen..<br /> <br /> Avelia Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Elf) Wife of Aerathor and newest member of the family. Apprenticed to Aerathor seeking power to avenge her mother and father who were murdered in cold blood. Aerathor quickly became infatuated with the young elf and slowly won her heart as they traveled together researching the history of the Hentoi rae il Waerd. Bonded and driven they work to revitalize the tradition of the Vas'Waerd bloodline as guardians of the realms from the threat of the World Dragon's eventual re-awakening.</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Vas%27Waerd&diff=484845 2018-02-23T23:18:25Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Vas'Waerd Family]]<br /> <br /> Cairyn Vas'Waerd (Paladin, Human): taught a unique fighting style that was unsurpassed in all of Elanthia. They called themselves the Waerd Mir and their style was known as Hentoi rae il Waerd. Cairyn died helping the Paladins of House Theren in their conflict with Teiro<br /> <br /> Maize L'dar Ebonrune (Bard, Elf): Aestiera gave him the title &quot;Waerd rae li Mir&quot; in honor of her husband. His continued to expand their fighting style and transformed it into a two weapon style. He called this style &quot;audru rae telo&quot;. Maize taught his five best students. They called themselves the Seord Mir.<br /> <br /> Together Cairyn and Maize are the original founders of the order known as the [[Iron Circle]].<br /> <br /> Aerathor Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Human) Direct decedent of the remaining mixed blood lineage of the Vas'Waerd and Moonbender families. After discovering his lost ancestry he changed his surname from Moonbender to Vas'Waerd and began seeking knowledge of the forgotten order and martial forms his family was responsible for creating. After finding remnants of his fathers style the Hentoi rae il Waerd mixed together with variations of several other lost forms in a crystal hand monastery library he begun training to master them and vowed to bring the lost forms back into the world. Naming his style Waerd Alshabi which means Dragon Seeker in [[gamgweth]] he seeks out new pupils who would listen..<br /> <br /> Avelia Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Elf) Wife of Aerathor and newest member of the family. Apprenticed to Aerathor seeking power to avenge her mother and father who were murdered in cold blood. Aerathor quickly became infatuated with the young elf and slowly won her heart as they traveled together researching the history of the Hentoi rae il Waerd. Bonded and driven they work to revitalize the tradition of the Vas'Waerd bloodline as guardians of the realms from the threat of the World Dragon's eventual re-awakening.</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Aerathor&diff=484843 2018-02-23T21:42:36Z

<p>AERATHOR: /* Notes */</p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Aerathor |<br /> Race = Human |<br /> Gender = Male |<br /> Guild = Moon Mage |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Astral Guardian Aerathor Vas'Waerd, Weapon Master, the Novitiate, a Human.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aerathor has an oval face and deep-set blue-grey eyes. His golden brown hair is short and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has tanned skin.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is very tall for a Human. He has a lean build. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is wearing a flowing martial artist's headband embroidered with a blazing sun, a flowing martial artist's robe embroidered with a golden scaled serpent, a gleaming haralun quarterstaff, a leather weapon harness with polished brass buckles and fittings, a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and some fitted shadowy black sandals with detailed straps<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Beginning<br /> <br /> <br /> After being orphaned near the end of the [[Sorrow War]] at the age of 10, Aerathor spent his early years living as a vagabond on the streets of [[The Crossing]] relying on stealth and his wits. Having no ties left to his family to reach out to he was an easy target for gang recruitment. His age and skills made him ideal for running illegal goods in and out of the city after they had been smuggled in from [[Qi'Reshalia]]. His reward for a successful shipment brought in from the docks safely was usually a small taste of tea made from the [[Oshu'mary]] he regularly delivered into the heart of the city, and perhaps enough Kronar to buy food and drink for a few days. The coin always ran out fast however and the winter months were especially hard when the shipyard traffic slowed. It was on a cold winter night that a simple act of kindness changed his life forever and put him onto a new path.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Path<br /> <br /> As hey lay sleeping on the cold streets, shivering without blankets or shelter, a monk passing by laid something upon him bringing him warmth and protecting him from the chilling winds. In the morning when he woke to find himself wrapped in a cloak bearing a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and not knowing where it came from he placed the cloak on his shoulders thankful for the good fortune. After stretching and rubbing his eyes he realized he was lost on the outskirts of town. The familiar pangs of hunger set in and bid him to begin walking in search of a bread cart. It wasn't long however before his newfound garment attracted unwanted attention. In the corner of his eye he noticed movement and before he could react, he was quickly surrounded by several sleazy looking louts who had been in the area looking for an easy mark. One of them, most likely the leader stepped forward to speak.<br /> <br /> &quot;That is quite the fancy cloak for a pick snapper like yourself&quot;. Laughter echoed across the street as the group began to advance with weapons drawn. Looking around Aerathor realized he had nowhere to flee. As his eyes darted about for a place to hide or escape to, he heard the soft clatter of a dagger dropping to the pavement followed by a hollow thud as the leader of the group collapsed unconscious. If not for the steady sound of his breathing the sudden silence would have been complete. Anticipation hung in the air of the narrow street until a shadowy figure suddenly materialized beside the remainder of the group. Before they could react decisive strikes left them crippled and broken on the ground. As the leader stirred into consciousness a deathly silent circle of light spun into being, whirling and bristling with glistening spines until coalescing into a dark crystalline spike. The spike crackled with a shimmering light before discharging an undulating blast towards the sleazy lout. The blast most likely stopped its heart, since it was laying on the ground in a dozen burning pieces. <br /> <br /> Still in shock but thankful for the rescue Aerathor stared in awe at the wizened monk standing before him. &quot;These poor fools never had a chance, they began down the wrong path early on. You too will have to make a choice.&quot; The monks calm voice carried confidence and sincerity with it. Something about his presence was reassuring and comforting. &quot;The path I can set you upon will not be easy, but it will be worth it. Come now with me child, and I will see you learn the ways of the Crystal Hand.&quot; Without waiting for a response the monk silently turned and walked slowly towards the observatory rising over the middens in the distance. A cold wind picked up and Aerathor realized the monk was wearing no cloak. Still hungry but no longer lost he followed.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> As an adult his lineage was traced back to the [[Vas'Waerd]] family on his fathers side and the [[Moonbender]] family on his mothers. After discovering many lost weapon forms originating from the [[Seord Mir]] he has taken his fathers name and begun training to renew his family legacy.<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Maintaining a neutral alignment enables him to see both good and evil in all things<br /> *Spent the majority of his life on [[Ratha]] and the other islands of [[Qi'Reshalia]] training his mind and body in the arts of war.<br /> *Joined the [[Monks of the Crystal Hand]] at an early age, rose to an Ascetic by age 19.<br /> *Enjoy's [[Oshu'mary]] tea and smoking. They are two of the three luxuries he allows himself on a regular basis. The third is a hot bath.<br /> *Is seeking answers to the strange recent events surrounding Tiv and the connection that may exist to the Arbiter.<br /> *Believes in the existence of a nameless creative force that is responsible for all life and awareness in existence in all the various planes.<br /> *Bonded to [[Avelia]]<br /> *Joined the [[Heritage House]] recently in an effort to help re unify the Moon Mage Guild.<br /> *Feels [[Astral Travel]] is being abused as well as the breaching of the [[plane of probability]] to fuel moon mage predictions.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Monks of the Crystal Hand]]<br /> [[Category:Moonbender Family]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Aerathor&diff=484842 2018-02-23T21:42:04Z

<p>AERATHOR: /* Notes */</p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Aerathor |<br /> Race = Human |<br /> Gender = Male |<br /> Guild = Moon Mage |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Astral Guardian Aerathor Vas'Waerd, Weapon Master, the Novitiate, a Human.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aerathor has an oval face and deep-set blue-grey eyes. His golden brown hair is short and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has tanned skin.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is very tall for a Human. He has a lean build. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is wearing a flowing martial artist's headband embroidered with a blazing sun, a flowing martial artist's robe embroidered with a golden scaled serpent, a gleaming haralun quarterstaff, a leather weapon harness with polished brass buckles and fittings, a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and some fitted shadowy black sandals with detailed straps<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Beginning<br /> <br /> <br /> After being orphaned near the end of the [[Sorrow War]] at the age of 10, Aerathor spent his early years living as a vagabond on the streets of [[The Crossing]] relying on stealth and his wits. Having no ties left to his family to reach out to he was an easy target for gang recruitment. His age and skills made him ideal for running illegal goods in and out of the city after they had been smuggled in from [[Qi'Reshalia]]. His reward for a successful shipment brought in from the docks safely was usually a small taste of tea made from the [[Oshu'mary]] he regularly delivered into the heart of the city, and perhaps enough Kronar to buy food and drink for a few days. The coin always ran out fast however and the winter months were especially hard when the shipyard traffic slowed. It was on a cold winter night that a simple act of kindness changed his life forever and put him onto a new path.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Path<br /> <br /> As hey lay sleeping on the cold streets, shivering without blankets or shelter, a monk passing by laid something upon him bringing him warmth and protecting him from the chilling winds. In the morning when he woke to find himself wrapped in a cloak bearing a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and not knowing where it came from he placed the cloak on his shoulders thankful for the good fortune. After stretching and rubbing his eyes he realized he was lost on the outskirts of town. The familiar pangs of hunger set in and bid him to begin walking in search of a bread cart. It wasn't long however before his newfound garment attracted unwanted attention. In the corner of his eye he noticed movement and before he could react, he was quickly surrounded by several sleazy looking louts who had been in the area looking for an easy mark. One of them, most likely the leader stepped forward to speak.<br /> <br /> &quot;That is quite the fancy cloak for a pick snapper like yourself&quot;. Laughter echoed across the street as the group began to advance with weapons drawn. Looking around Aerathor realized he had nowhere to flee. As his eyes darted about for a place to hide or escape to, he heard the soft clatter of a dagger dropping to the pavement followed by a hollow thud as the leader of the group collapsed unconscious. If not for the steady sound of his breathing the sudden silence would have been complete. Anticipation hung in the air of the narrow street until a shadowy figure suddenly materialized beside the remainder of the group. Before they could react decisive strikes left them crippled and broken on the ground. As the leader stirred into consciousness a deathly silent circle of light spun into being, whirling and bristling with glistening spines until coalescing into a dark crystalline spike. The spike crackled with a shimmering light before discharging an undulating blast towards the sleazy lout. The blast most likely stopped its heart, since it was laying on the ground in a dozen burning pieces. <br /> <br /> Still in shock but thankful for the rescue Aerathor stared in awe at the wizened monk standing before him. &quot;These poor fools never had a chance, they began down the wrong path early on. You too will have to make a choice.&quot; The monks calm voice carried confidence and sincerity with it. Something about his presence was reassuring and comforting. &quot;The path I can set you upon will not be easy, but it will be worth it. Come now with me child, and I will see you learn the ways of the Crystal Hand.&quot; Without waiting for a response the monk silently turned and walked slowly towards the observatory rising over the middens in the distance. A cold wind picked up and Aerathor realized the monk was wearing no cloak. Still hungry but no longer lost he followed.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> As an adult his lineage was traced back to the [[Vas'Waerd]] family on his fathers side and the [[Moonbender]] family on his mothers. After discovering many lost weapon forms originating from the [[Seord Mir]] he has taken his fathers name and begun training to renew his family legacy.<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Maintaining a neutral alignment enables him to see both good and evil in all things<br /> *Spent the majority of his life on [[Ratha]] and the other islands of [[Qi'Reshalia]] training his mind and body in the arts of war.<br /> *Joined the [[Monks of the Crystal Hand]] at an early age, rose to an Ascetic by age 19.<br /> *Enjoy's [[Oshu'mary]] tea and smoking. They are two of the three luxuries he allows himself on a regular basis. The third is a hot bath.<br /> *Is seeking answers to the strange recent events surrounding Tiv and the connection that may exist to the Arbiter.<br /> *Believes in the existence of a nameless creative force that is responsible for all life and awareness in existence in all the various planes.<br /> *Bonded to [[Avelia]]<br /> *Joined the [[Heritage House]] recently in an effort to help re unify the Moon Mage Guild.<br /> *Feels Astral Travel is being abused as well as the breaching of the plane of probability to fuel moon mage predictions.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Monks of the Crystal Hand]]<br /> [[Category:Moonbender Family]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Aerathor&diff=484841 2018-02-23T21:41:45Z

<p>AERATHOR: /* Notes */</p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Aerathor |<br /> Race = Human |<br /> Gender = Male |<br /> Guild = Moon Mage |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Astral Guardian Aerathor Vas'Waerd, Weapon Master, the Novitiate, a Human.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aerathor has an oval face and deep-set blue-grey eyes. His golden brown hair is short and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has tanned skin.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is very tall for a Human. He has a lean build. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is wearing a flowing martial artist's headband embroidered with a blazing sun, a flowing martial artist's robe embroidered with a golden scaled serpent, a gleaming haralun quarterstaff, a leather weapon harness with polished brass buckles and fittings, a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and some fitted shadowy black sandals with detailed straps<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Beginning<br /> <br /> <br /> After being orphaned near the end of the [[Sorrow War]] at the age of 10, Aerathor spent his early years living as a vagabond on the streets of [[The Crossing]] relying on stealth and his wits. Having no ties left to his family to reach out to he was an easy target for gang recruitment. His age and skills made him ideal for running illegal goods in and out of the city after they had been smuggled in from [[Qi'Reshalia]]. His reward for a successful shipment brought in from the docks safely was usually a small taste of tea made from the [[Oshu'mary]] he regularly delivered into the heart of the city, and perhaps enough Kronar to buy food and drink for a few days. The coin always ran out fast however and the winter months were especially hard when the shipyard traffic slowed. It was on a cold winter night that a simple act of kindness changed his life forever and put him onto a new path.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Path<br /> <br /> As hey lay sleeping on the cold streets, shivering without blankets or shelter, a monk passing by laid something upon him bringing him warmth and protecting him from the chilling winds. In the morning when he woke to find himself wrapped in a cloak bearing a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and not knowing where it came from he placed the cloak on his shoulders thankful for the good fortune. After stretching and rubbing his eyes he realized he was lost on the outskirts of town. The familiar pangs of hunger set in and bid him to begin walking in search of a bread cart. It wasn't long however before his newfound garment attracted unwanted attention. In the corner of his eye he noticed movement and before he could react, he was quickly surrounded by several sleazy looking louts who had been in the area looking for an easy mark. One of them, most likely the leader stepped forward to speak.<br /> <br /> &quot;That is quite the fancy cloak for a pick snapper like yourself&quot;. Laughter echoed across the street as the group began to advance with weapons drawn. Looking around Aerathor realized he had nowhere to flee. As his eyes darted about for a place to hide or escape to, he heard the soft clatter of a dagger dropping to the pavement followed by a hollow thud as the leader of the group collapsed unconscious. If not for the steady sound of his breathing the sudden silence would have been complete. Anticipation hung in the air of the narrow street until a shadowy figure suddenly materialized beside the remainder of the group. Before they could react decisive strikes left them crippled and broken on the ground. As the leader stirred into consciousness a deathly silent circle of light spun into being, whirling and bristling with glistening spines until coalescing into a dark crystalline spike. The spike crackled with a shimmering light before discharging an undulating blast towards the sleazy lout. The blast most likely stopped its heart, since it was laying on the ground in a dozen burning pieces. <br /> <br /> Still in shock but thankful for the rescue Aerathor stared in awe at the wizened monk standing before him. &quot;These poor fools never had a chance, they began down the wrong path early on. You too will have to make a choice.&quot; The monks calm voice carried confidence and sincerity with it. Something about his presence was reassuring and comforting. &quot;The path I can set you upon will not be easy, but it will be worth it. Come now with me child, and I will see you learn the ways of the Crystal Hand.&quot; Without waiting for a response the monk silently turned and walked slowly towards the observatory rising over the middens in the distance. A cold wind picked up and Aerathor realized the monk was wearing no cloak. Still hungry but no longer lost he followed.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> As an adult his lineage was traced back to the [[Vas'Waerd]] family on his fathers side and the [[Moonbender]] family on his mothers. After discovering many lost weapon forms originating from the [[Seord Mir]] he has taken his fathers name and begun training to renew his family legacy.<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Maintaining a neutral alignment enables him to see both good and evil in all things<br /> *Spent the majority of his life on [[Ratha]] and the other islands of [[Qi'Reshalia]] training his mind and body in the arts of war.<br /> *Joined the [[Monks of the Crystal Hand]] at an early age, rose to an Ascetic by age 19.<br /> *Enjoy's [[Oshu'mary]] tea and smoking. They are two of the three luxuries he allows himself on a regular basis. The third is a hot bath.<br /> *Is seeking answers to the strange recent events surrounding Tiv and the connection that may exist to the Arbiter.<br /> *Believes in the existence of a nameless creative force that is responsible for all life and awareness in existence in all the various planes.<br /> *Bonded to [[Avelia]]<br /> *Joined the Heritage House recently in an effort to help re unify the Moon Mage Guild.<br /> *Feels Astral Travel is being abused as well as the breaching of the plane of probability to fuel moon mage predictions.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Monks of the Crystal Hand]]<br /> [[Category:Moonbender Family]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Vas%27Waerd&diff=484840 2018-02-23T21:38:23Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Vas'Waerd Family]]<br /> <br /> Cairyn Vas'Waerd (Paladin, Human): taught a unique fighting style that was unsurpassed in all of Elanthia. They called themselves the Waerd Mir and their style was known as Hentoi rae il Waerd. Cairyn died helping the Paladins of House Theren in their conflict with Teiro<br /> <br /> Maize L'dar Ebonrune (Bard, Elf): Aestiera gave him the title &quot;Waerd rae li Mir&quot; in honor of her husband. His continued to expand their fighting style and transformed it into a two weapon style. He called this style &quot;audru rae telo&quot;. Maize taught his five best students. They called themselves the Seord Mir.<br /> <br /> Aerathor Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Human) Direct decedent of the remaining mixed blood lineage of the Vas'Waerd family. After discovering his lost ancestry he began researching his family's history and chose to take up the tradition of the Seord Mir.<br /> <br /> Avelia Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage, Elf) Wife of Aerathor and newest member of the family. Apprenticed to Aerathor then fell in love with him during their long travels together. Together they work to futher the Seord Mir tradition dedicating themselves to the mastery of all weapon forms in preparation for the World Dragon's re awakening.</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Vas%27Waerd&diff=484839 2018-02-23T21:37:38Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Vas'Waerd Family]]<br /> <br /> Cairyn Vas'Waerd (Paladin): taught a unique fighting style that was unsurpassed in all of Elanthia. They called themselves the Waerd Mir and their style was known as Hentoi rae il Waerd. Cairyn died helping the Paladins of House Theren in their conflict with Teiro<br /> <br /> Maize L'dar Ebonrune (Elf): Aestiera gave him the title &quot;Waerd rae li Mir&quot; in honor of her husband. His continued to expand their fighting style and transformed it into a two weapon style. He called this style &quot;audru rae telo&quot;. Maize taught his five best students. They called themselves the Seord Mir.<br /> <br /> Aerathor Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage) Direct decedent of the remaining mixed blood lineage of the Vas'Waerd family. After discovering his lost ancestry he began researching his family's history and chose to take up the tradition of the Seord Mir.<br /> <br /> Avelia Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage) Wife of Aerathor and newest member of the family. Apprenticed to Aerathor then fell in love with him during their long travels together. Together they work to futher the Seord Mir tradition dedicating themselves to the mastery of all weapon forms in preparation for the World Dragon's re awakening.</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Vas%27Waerd&diff=484838 2018-02-23T21:35:39Z

<p>AERATHOR: Vas&#039;Waerd Family Members</p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Vas'Waerd Family]]<br /> <br /> Cairyn Vas'Waerd (Paladin): taught a unique fighting style that was unsurpassed in all of Elanthia. They called themselves the Waerd Mir and their style was known as Hentoi rae il Waerd. Cairyn died helping the Paladins of House Theren in their conflict with Teiro<br /> <br /> Maize L'dar Ebonrune (Elf): Aestiera gave him the title &quot;Waerd rae li Mir&quot; in honor of her husband. His continued to expand their fighting style and transformed it into a two weapon style. He called this style &quot;audru rae telo&quot;. Maize taught his five best students. They called themselves the Seord Mir.<br /> <br /> Aerathor Vas'Waerd (Moon Mage) Direct decedent of the remaining mixed blood lineage of the Vas'Waerd family. After discovering his lost ancestry he began researching his family's history and chose to take up the tradition of the Seord Mir.</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Aerathor&diff=484837 2018-02-23T21:29:50Z

<p>AERATHOR: /* History */</p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Aerathor |<br /> Race = Human |<br /> Gender = Male |<br /> Guild = Moon Mage |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Astral Guardian Aerathor Vas'Waerd, Weapon Master, the Novitiate, a Human.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aerathor has an oval face and deep-set blue-grey eyes. His golden brown hair is short and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has tanned skin.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is very tall for a Human. He has a lean build. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is wearing a flowing martial artist's headband embroidered with a blazing sun, a flowing martial artist's robe embroidered with a golden scaled serpent, a gleaming haralun quarterstaff, a leather weapon harness with polished brass buckles and fittings, a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and some fitted shadowy black sandals with detailed straps<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Beginning<br /> <br /> <br /> After being orphaned near the end of the [[Sorrow War]] at the age of 10, Aerathor spent his early years living as a vagabond on the streets of [[The Crossing]] relying on stealth and his wits. Having no ties left to his family to reach out to he was an easy target for gang recruitment. His age and skills made him ideal for running illegal goods in and out of the city after they had been smuggled in from [[Qi'Reshalia]]. His reward for a successful shipment brought in from the docks safely was usually a small taste of tea made from the [[Oshu'mary]] he regularly delivered into the heart of the city, and perhaps enough Kronar to buy food and drink for a few days. The coin always ran out fast however and the winter months were especially hard when the shipyard traffic slowed. It was on a cold winter night that a simple act of kindness changed his life forever and put him onto a new path.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Path<br /> <br /> As hey lay sleeping on the cold streets, shivering without blankets or shelter, a monk passing by laid something upon him bringing him warmth and protecting him from the chilling winds. In the morning when he woke to find himself wrapped in a cloak bearing a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and not knowing where it came from he placed the cloak on his shoulders thankful for the good fortune. After stretching and rubbing his eyes he realized he was lost on the outskirts of town. The familiar pangs of hunger set in and bid him to begin walking in search of a bread cart. It wasn't long however before his newfound garment attracted unwanted attention. In the corner of his eye he noticed movement and before he could react, he was quickly surrounded by several sleazy looking louts who had been in the area looking for an easy mark. One of them, most likely the leader stepped forward to speak.<br /> <br /> &quot;That is quite the fancy cloak for a pick snapper like yourself&quot;. Laughter echoed across the street as the group began to advance with weapons drawn. Looking around Aerathor realized he had nowhere to flee. As his eyes darted about for a place to hide or escape to, he heard the soft clatter of a dagger dropping to the pavement followed by a hollow thud as the leader of the group collapsed unconscious. If not for the steady sound of his breathing the sudden silence would have been complete. Anticipation hung in the air of the narrow street until a shadowy figure suddenly materialized beside the remainder of the group. Before they could react decisive strikes left them crippled and broken on the ground. As the leader stirred into consciousness a deathly silent circle of light spun into being, whirling and bristling with glistening spines until coalescing into a dark crystalline spike. The spike crackled with a shimmering light before discharging an undulating blast towards the sleazy lout. The blast most likely stopped its heart, since it was laying on the ground in a dozen burning pieces. <br /> <br /> Still in shock but thankful for the rescue Aerathor stared in awe at the wizened monk standing before him. &quot;These poor fools never had a chance, they began down the wrong path early on. You too will have to make a choice.&quot; The monks calm voice carried confidence and sincerity with it. Something about his presence was reassuring and comforting. &quot;The path I can set you upon will not be easy, but it will be worth it. Come now with me child, and I will see you learn the ways of the Crystal Hand.&quot; Without waiting for a response the monk silently turned and walked slowly towards the observatory rising over the middens in the distance. A cold wind picked up and Aerathor realized the monk was wearing no cloak. Still hungry but no longer lost he followed.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> As an adult his lineage was traced back to the [[Vas'Waerd]] family on his fathers side and the [[Moonbender]] family on his mothers. After discovering many lost weapon forms originating from the [[Seord Mir]] he has taken his fathers name and begun training to renew his family legacy.<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Maintaining a neutral alignment enables him to see both good and evil in all things<br /> *Spent the majority of his life on [[Ratha]] and the other islands of [[Qi'Reshalia]] training his mind and body in the arts of war.<br /> *Joined the [[Monks of the Crystal Hand]] at an early age, rose to an Ascetic by age 19.<br /> *Enjoy's [[Oshu'mary]] tea and smoking. They are two of the three luxuries he allows himself on a regular basis. The third is a hot bath.<br /> *Is seeking answers to the strange recent events surrounding Tiv and the connection that may exist to the Arbiter.<br /> *Believes in the existence of a nameless creative force that is responsible for all life and awareness in existence in all the various planes.<br /> *Bonded to [[Avelia]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Monks of the Crystal Hand]]<br /> [[Category:Moonbender Family]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Aerathor&diff=484836 2018-02-23T21:26:30Z

<p>AERATHOR: /* History */</p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Aerathor |<br /> Race = Human |<br /> Gender = Male |<br /> Guild = Moon Mage |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Astral Guardian Aerathor Vas'Waerd, Weapon Master, the Novitiate, a Human.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aerathor has an oval face and deep-set blue-grey eyes. His golden brown hair is short and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has tanned skin.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is very tall for a Human. He has a lean build. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is wearing a flowing martial artist's headband embroidered with a blazing sun, a flowing martial artist's robe embroidered with a golden scaled serpent, a gleaming haralun quarterstaff, a leather weapon harness with polished brass buckles and fittings, a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and some fitted shadowy black sandals with detailed straps<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Beginning<br /> <br /> <br /> After being orphaned near the end of the [[Sorrow War]] at the age of 10, Aerathor spent his early years living as a vagabond on the streets of [[The Crossing]] relying on stealth and his wits. Having no ties left to his family to reach out to he was an easy target for gang recruitment. His age and skills made him ideal for running illegal goods in and out of the city after they had been smuggled in from [[Qi'Reshalia]]. His reward for a successful shipment brought in from the docks safely was usually a small taste of tea made from the [[Oshu'mary]] he regularly delivered into the heart of the city, and perhaps enough Kronar to buy food and drink for a few days. The coin always ran out fast however and the winter months were especially hard when the shipyard traffic slowed. It was on a cold winter night that a simple act of kindness changed his life forever and put him onto a new path.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Path<br /> <br /> As hey lay sleeping on the cold streets, shivering without blankets or shelter, a monk passing by laid something upon him bringing him warmth and protecting him from the chilling winds. In the morning when he woke to find himself wrapped in a cloak bearing a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and not knowing where it came from he placed the cloak on his shoulders thankful for the good fortune. After stretching and rubbing his eyes he realized he was lost on the outskirts of town. The familiar pangs of hunger set in and bid him to begin walking in search of a bread cart. It wasn't long however before his newfound garment attracted unwanted attention. In the corner of his eye he noticed movement and before he could react, he was quickly surrounded by several sleazy looking louts who had been in the area looking for an easy mark. One of them, most likely the leader stepped forward to speak.<br /> <br /> &quot;That is quite the fancy cloak for a pick snapper like yourself&quot;. Laughter echoed across the street as the group began to advance with weapons drawn. Looking around Aerathor realized he had nowhere to flee. As his eyes darted about for a place to hide or escape to, he heard the soft clatter of a dagger dropping to the pavement followed by a hollow thud as the leader of the group collapsed unconscious. If not for the steady sound of his breathing the sudden silence would have been complete. Anticipation hung in the air of the narrow street until a shadowy figure suddenly materialized beside the remainder of the group. Before they could react decisive strikes left them crippled and broken on the ground. As the leader stirred into consciousness a deathly silent circle of light spun into being, whirling and bristling with glistening spines until coalescing into a dark crystalline spike. The spike crackled with a shimmering light before discharging an undulating blast towards the sleazy lout. The blast most likely stopped its heart, since it was laying on the ground in a dozen burning pieces. <br /> <br /> Still in shock but thankful for the rescue Aerathor stared in awe at the wizened monk standing before him. &quot;These poor fools never had a chance, they began down the wrong path early on. You too will have to make a choice.&quot; The monks calm voice carried confidence and sincerity with it. Something about his presence was reassuring and comforting. &quot;The path I can set you upon will not be easy, but it will be worth it. Come now with me child, and I will see you learn the ways of the Crystal Hand.&quot; Without waiting for a response the monk silently turned and walked slowly towards the observatory rising over the middens in the distance. A cold wind picked up and Aerathor realized the monk was wearing no cloak. Still hungry but no longer lost he followed.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> As an adult his lineage was traced back to the [[Vas'Waerd]] family.<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Maintaining a neutral alignment enables him to see both good and evil in all things<br /> *Spent the majority of his life on [[Ratha]] and the other islands of [[Qi'Reshalia]] training his mind and body in the arts of war.<br /> *Joined the [[Monks of the Crystal Hand]] at an early age, rose to an Ascetic by age 19.<br /> *Enjoy's [[Oshu'mary]] tea and smoking. They are two of the three luxuries he allows himself on a regular basis. The third is a hot bath.<br /> *Is seeking answers to the strange recent events surrounding Tiv and the connection that may exist to the Arbiter.<br /> *Believes in the existence of a nameless creative force that is responsible for all life and awareness in existence in all the various planes.<br /> *Bonded to [[Avelia]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Monks of the Crystal Hand]]<br /> [[Category:Moonbender Family]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Aerathor&diff=484835 2018-02-23T21:25:16Z

<p>AERATHOR: /* Appearance */</p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Aerathor |<br /> Race = Human |<br /> Gender = Male |<br /> Guild = Moon Mage |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Astral Guardian Aerathor Vas'Waerd, Weapon Master, the Novitiate, a Human.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aerathor has an oval face and deep-set blue-grey eyes. His golden brown hair is short and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has tanned skin.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is very tall for a Human. He has a lean build. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is wearing a flowing martial artist's headband embroidered with a blazing sun, a flowing martial artist's robe embroidered with a golden scaled serpent, a gleaming haralun quarterstaff, a leather weapon harness with polished brass buckles and fittings, a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and some fitted shadowy black sandals with detailed straps<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Beginning<br /> <br /> <br /> After being orphaned near the end of the [[Sorrow War]] at the age of 10, Aerathor spent his early years living as a vagabond on the streets of [[The Crossing]] relying on stealth and his wits. Having no ties left to his family to reach out to he was an easy target for gang recruitment. His age and skills made him ideal for running illegal goods in and out of the city after they had been smuggled in from [[Qi'Reshalia]]. His reward for a successful shipment brought in from the docks safely was usually a small taste of tea made from the [[Oshu'mary]] he regularly delivered into the heart of the city, and perhaps enough Kronar to buy food and drink for a few days. The coin always ran out fast however and the winter months were especially hard when the shipyard traffic slowed. It was on a cold winter night that a simple act of kindness changed his life forever and put him onto a new path.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Path<br /> <br /> As hey lay sleeping on the cold streets, shivering without blankets or shelter, a monk passing by laid something upon him bringing him warmth and protecting him from the chilling winds. In the morning when he woke to find himself wrapped in a cloak bearing a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and not knowing where it came from he placed the cloak on his shoulders thankful for the good fortune. After stretching and rubbing his eyes he realized he was lost on the outskirts of town. The familiar pangs of hunger set in and bid him to begin walking in search of a bread cart. It wasn't long however before his newfound garment attracted unwanted attention. In the corner of his eye he noticed movement and before he could react, he was quickly surrounded by several sleazy looking louts who had been in the area looking for an easy mark. One of them, most likely the leader stepped forward to speak.<br /> <br /> &quot;That is quite the fancy cloak for a pick snapper like yourself&quot;. Laughter echoed across the street as the group began to advance with weapons drawn. Looking around Aerathor realized he had nowhere to flee. As his eyes darted about for a place to hide or escape to, he heard the soft clatter of a dagger dropping to the pavement followed by a hollow thud as the leader of the group collapsed unconscious. If not for the steady sound of his breathing the sudden silence would have been complete. Anticipation hung in the air of the narrow street until a shadowy figure suddenly materialized beside the remainder of the group. Before they could react decisive strikes left them crippled and broken on the ground. As the leader stirred into consciousness a deathly silent circle of light spun into being, whirling and bristling with glistening spines until coalescing into a dark crystalline spike. The spike crackled with a shimmering light before discharging an undulating blast towards the sleazy lout. The blast most likely stopped its heart, since it was laying on the ground in a dozen burning pieces. <br /> <br /> Still in shock but thankful for the rescue Aerathor stared in awe at the wizened monk standing before him. &quot;These poor fools never had a chance, they began down the wrong path early on. You too will have to make a choice.&quot; The monks calm voice carried confidence and sincerity with it. Something about his presence was reassuring and comforting. &quot;The path I can set you upon will not be easy, but it will be worth it. Come now with me child, and I will see you learn the ways of the Crystal Hand.&quot; Without waiting for a response the monk silently turned and walked slowly towards the observatory rising over the middens in the distance. A cold wind picked up and Aerathor realized the monk was wearing no cloak. Still hungry but no longer lost he followed.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> As an adult his lineage was traced back to the [[Moonbender Family]] along with others who had been separated over time by war and travel.<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Maintaining a neutral alignment enables him to see both good and evil in all things<br /> *Spent the majority of his life on [[Ratha]] and the other islands of [[Qi'Reshalia]] training his mind and body in the arts of war.<br /> *Joined the [[Monks of the Crystal Hand]] at an early age, rose to an Ascetic by age 19.<br /> *Enjoy's [[Oshu'mary]] tea and smoking. They are two of the three luxuries he allows himself on a regular basis. The third is a hot bath.<br /> *Is seeking answers to the strange recent events surrounding Tiv and the connection that may exist to the Arbiter.<br /> *Believes in the existence of a nameless creative force that is responsible for all life and awareness in existence in all the various planes.<br /> *Bonded to [[Avelia]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Monks of the Crystal Hand]]<br /> [[Category:Moonbender Family]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Avelia&diff=483798 2018-01-22T00:53:18Z

<p>AERATHOR: /* Notes */</p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Avelia |<br /> Race = Elf |<br /> Gender = Female |<br /> Guild = Commoner |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Avelia, Commoner of Elanthia, an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Avelia has a round face, pointed ears, almond-shaped crystal blue eyes and a small nose. Her black hair is very long and wavy, and is worn pulled back in a bun. She has fair skin and a curvaceous figure. She is short for an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> She appears young <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-Family-'''<br /> <br /> Growing up Avelia was quite different than other bone elf girls. In fact she was totally ignorant of her heritage. Her father like some of his kind chose to venture out into the world for a sort of rite of passage. However along the way he found himself quite entranced with what he discovered. The smells and sounds of a large city quickly seduced him, drawing him into the world that he was never meant to be a part of. As fate would have it, there was a river elf who coincidentally was similarly drawn away from her own family and people for the allure of a city. It of course can never be known if in fact their stars were crossed and fated for love...but it sure does make for a good story. The pair ran off together leaving their pasts behind to explore the world together. After years of discovery through travel they finally settled down together to raise a family in Throne City. There they raised Avelia together living modestly but happily.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> But fate can be a cruel mistress as well. After Avelia's father made the mistake of sharing his true past with his beloved, an angry mob was set upon them. Though she herself would have never betrayed his confidence, others in the city did not feel the same. Some thug who had been lurking nearby in the shadows overheard the conversation and quickly ran to inform others in the city of her fathers dark past. A brutal mob of malicious and fanatical members of the inquisition seized her father and mother, carrying them way to their deaths. No fair trial was given and no evidence was needed for their paranoia was so great. Avelia being naturally perceptive and good at hiding was able to avoid detection that horrible and torrid day as she blended into the city living in the shadows, taking what she needed when she could. Vengeance however tempting was out of her reach.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-New Beginning-''' <br /> It was day's after the incident while hungry and in search of food or coin, Avelia overheard the very man who had turned a mob onto her parents boasting as he counted the heavy golden coins with which he had been rewarded. She carefully memorized his features knowing one day she would return and have her vengeance. With no formal combat training and only days of street smarts to go by, she knew she must find a way to harness her own potential and enact her revenge. Anger fueled her passion as she swore to herself a silent vow. But again, as fate would have it there was another in the city in search of something. As she exited the city on her way to Dock she took a wrong a turn and found herself lost near the ruins of the old colosseum. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> It was there a drearily colored combination of grays and mottled brown scales slithered into her view chilling her to her very bones. The behemoth before her appeared to be an enormous snake-like creature with neither arms nor legs. Its open wide maw leered before her. Tufts of reddish hair protruding from beneath its maw gave the aged beast an almost regal appearance. Her heart pounded in her chest as the creature lunged forward as if to swallow her whole. But Avelia could not move, frozen with fear her limbs would not respond to her desire to flee. The creature moved with the speed of a striking snake all of its focus on its prey. A blur of crimson seared her vision as an inky black moonblade flashed soundlessly through the air. The creature's warbled moans of despair echoed through the area as it rasped its final breaths. Standing beside her stood a tall man holding a blade of dull black light. The commotion drew others into the area and soon several of the monsters surrounded her and the cloaked figure standing above the mottled corpse.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Without hesitation the newly arrived creatures lunged forward with a single minded intent to devour them both. Just as quickly the man morphed into a garish blur of movement and color. His long white headband and black robes flowed like waves behind him as he moved fluidly from one creature to the next leaving a scarlet trail in his wake. With a flourish his moonblade vanished into nothingness and the two stood together silently in the dim light of encroaching dusk. Casually the man stooped down over the freshly made corpses and began ripping husks free of the serpent-like creatures as he spoke. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;You are lucky. This is a bad part of town to be lost in.&quot; Now standing he began to break large scales free of the husks and continued on. &quot;Normally this is when one would say thank you.&quot; A subtle yet knowing smile parted his lips as he glanced at Avelia. Regaining her wits she finally found herself stammering. &quot;th, thanks..what,...i'm, i'm sorry I wandered this way. My father warned me before..&quot; Thoughts of her father suddenly rekindled her anger and determination. &quot;Where did you learn to fight that way? I've never seen anything quite like that weapon you used..&quot; The wheels in her mind were already turning, if she were to learn from this man, perhaps her vengeance was closer than she thought. &quot;do you think,...do you think you can train me to fight like you?&quot; Her determination and intrigue were obvious to see. The man regarded her a long moment as if staring through her being at something he alone could see in the distance. &quot;When I came into the city I was searching for something, but I was not sure what it was. Hearing your request I'm certain now it was you that I was looking for. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Bonded to [[Aerathor]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Bone Elf]]<br /> [[Category:Player Elf]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Aerathor&diff=483797 2018-01-22T00:53:02Z

<p>AERATHOR: /* Notes */</p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Aerathor |<br /> Race = Human |<br /> Gender = Male |<br /> Guild = Moon Mage |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Martial Artist Aerathor, Infiltration Specialist of the Monks, a Human.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aerathor has an oval face and deep-set blue-grey eyes. His golden brown hair is short and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has tanned skin.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is very tall for a Human. He has a lean build. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is wearing a flowing martial artist's headband embroidered with a blazing sun, a flowing martial artist's robe embroidered with a golden scaled serpent, a gleaming haralun quarterstaff, a leather weapon harness with polished brass buckles and fittings, a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and some fitted shadowy black sandals with detailed straps<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Beginning<br /> <br /> <br /> After being orphaned near the end of the [[Sorrow War]] at the age of 10, Aerathor spent his early years living as a vagabond on the streets of [[The Crossing]] relying on stealth and his wits. Having no ties left to his family to reach out to he was an easy target for gang recruitment. His age and skills made him ideal for running illegal goods in and out of the city after they had been smuggled in from [[Qi'Reshalia]]. His reward for a successful shipment brought in from the docks safely was usually a small taste of tea made from the [[Oshu'mary]] he regularly delivered into the heart of the city, and perhaps enough Kronar to buy food and drink for a few days. The coin always ran out fast however and the winter months were especially hard when the shipyard traffic slowed. It was on a cold winter night that a simple act of kindness changed his life forever and put him onto a new path.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Path<br /> <br /> As hey lay sleeping on the cold streets, shivering without blankets or shelter, a monk passing by laid something upon him bringing him warmth and protecting him from the chilling winds. In the morning when he woke to find himself wrapped in a cloak bearing a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and not knowing where it came from he placed the cloak on his shoulders thankful for the good fortune. After stretching and rubbing his eyes he realized he was lost on the outskirts of town. The familiar pangs of hunger set in and bid him to begin walking in search of a bread cart. It wasn't long however before his newfound garment attracted unwanted attention. In the corner of his eye he noticed movement and before he could react, he was quickly surrounded by several sleazy looking louts who had been in the area looking for an easy mark. One of them, most likely the leader stepped forward to speak.<br /> <br /> &quot;That is quite the fancy cloak for a pick snapper like yourself&quot;. Laughter echoed across the street as the group began to advance with weapons drawn. Looking around Aerathor realized he had nowhere to flee. As his eyes darted about for a place to hide or escape to, he heard the soft clatter of a dagger dropping to the pavement followed by a hollow thud as the leader of the group collapsed unconscious. If not for the steady sound of his breathing the sudden silence would have been complete. Anticipation hung in the air of the narrow street until a shadowy figure suddenly materialized beside the remainder of the group. Before they could react decisive strikes left them crippled and broken on the ground. As the leader stirred into consciousness a deathly silent circle of light spun into being, whirling and bristling with glistening spines until coalescing into a dark crystalline spike. The spike crackled with a shimmering light before discharging an undulating blast towards the sleazy lout. The blast most likely stopped its heart, since it was laying on the ground in a dozen burning pieces. <br /> <br /> Still in shock but thankful for the rescue Aerathor stared in awe at the wizened monk standing before him. &quot;These poor fools never had a chance, they began down the wrong path early on. You too will have to make a choice.&quot; The monks calm voice carried confidence and sincerity with it. Something about his presence was reassuring and comforting. &quot;The path I can set you upon will not be easy, but it will be worth it. Come now with me child, and I will see you learn the ways of the Crystal Hand.&quot; Without waiting for a response the monk silently turned and walked slowly towards the observatory rising over the middens in the distance. A cold wind picked up and Aerathor realized the monk was wearing no cloak. Still hungry but no longer lost he followed.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> As an adult his lineage was traced back to the [[Moonbender Family]] along with others who had been separated over time by war and travel.<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Maintaining a neutral alignment enables him to see both good and evil in all things<br /> *Spent the majority of his life on [[Ratha]] and the other islands of [[Qi'Reshalia]] training his mind and body in the arts of war.<br /> *Joined the [[Monks of the Crystal Hand]] at an early age, rose to an Ascetic by age 19.<br /> *Enjoy's [[Oshu'mary]] tea and smoking. They are two of the three luxuries he allows himself on a regular basis. The third is a hot bath.<br /> *Is seeking answers to the strange recent events surrounding Tiv and the connection that may exist to the Arbiter.<br /> *Believes in the existence of a nameless creative force that is responsible for all life and awareness in existence in all the various planes.<br /> *Bonded to [[Avelia]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Monks of the Crystal Hand]]<br /> [[Category:Moonbender Family]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Aerathor&diff=464692 2017-02-01T23:22:49Z

<p>AERATHOR: /* History */</p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Aerathor |<br /> Race = Human |<br /> Gender = Male |<br /> Guild = Moon Mage |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Martial Artist Aerathor, Infiltration Specialist of the Monks, a Human.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aerathor has an oval face and deep-set blue-grey eyes. His golden brown hair is short and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has tanned skin.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is very tall for a Human. He has a lean build. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> He is wearing a flowing martial artist's headband embroidered with a blazing sun, a flowing martial artist's robe embroidered with a golden scaled serpent, a gleaming haralun quarterstaff, a leather weapon harness with polished brass buckles and fittings, a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and some fitted shadowy black sandals with detailed straps<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Beginning<br /> <br /> <br /> After being orphaned near the end of the [[Sorrow War]] at the age of 10, Aerathor spent his early years living as a vagabond on the streets of [[The Crossing]] relying on stealth and his wits. Having no ties left to his family to reach out to he was an easy target for gang recruitment. His age and skills made him ideal for running illegal goods in and out of the city after they had been smuggled in from [[Qi'Reshalia]]. His reward for a successful shipment brought in from the docks safely was usually a small taste of tea made from the [[Oshu'mary]] he regularly delivered into the heart of the city, and perhaps enough Kronar to buy food and drink for a few days. The coin always ran out fast however and the winter months were especially hard when the shipyard traffic slowed. It was on a cold winter night that a simple act of kindness changed his life forever and put him onto a new path.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; The Path<br /> <br /> As hey lay sleeping on the cold streets, shivering without blankets or shelter, a monk passing by laid something upon him bringing him warmth and protecting him from the chilling winds. In the morning when he woke to find himself wrapped in a cloak bearing a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and not knowing where it came from he placed the cloak on his shoulders thankful for the good fortune. After stretching and rubbing his eyes he realized he was lost on the outskirts of town. The familiar pangs of hunger set in and bid him to begin walking in search of a bread cart. It wasn't long however before his newfound garment attracted unwanted attention. In the corner of his eye he noticed movement and before he could react, he was quickly surrounded by several sleazy looking louts who had been in the area looking for an easy mark. One of them, most likely the leader stepped forward to speak.<br /> <br /> &quot;That is quite the fancy cloak for a pick snapper like yourself&quot;. Laughter echoed across the street as the group began to advance with weapons drawn. Looking around Aerathor realized he had nowhere to flee. As his eyes darted about for a place to hide or escape to, he heard the soft clatter of a dagger dropping to the pavement followed by a hollow thud as the leader of the group collapsed unconscious. If not for the steady sound of his breathing the sudden silence would have been complete. Anticipation hung in the air of the narrow street until a shadowy figure suddenly materialized beside the remainder of the group. Before they could react decisive strikes left them crippled and broken on the ground. As the leader stirred into consciousness a deathly silent circle of light spun into being, whirling and bristling with glistening spines until coalescing into a dark crystalline spike. The spike crackled with a shimmering light before discharging an undulating blast towards the sleazy lout. The blast most likely stopped its heart, since it was laying on the ground in a dozen burning pieces. <br /> <br /> Still in shock but thankful for the rescue Aerathor stared in awe at the wizened monk standing before him. &quot;These poor fools never had a chance, they began down the wrong path early on. You too will have to make a choice.&quot; The monks calm voice carried confidence and sincerity with it. Something about his presence was reassuring and comforting. &quot;The path I can set you upon will not be easy, but it will be worth it. Come now with me child, and I will see you learn the ways of the Crystal Hand.&quot; Without waiting for a response the monk silently turned and walked slowly towards the observatory rising over the middens in the distance. A cold wind picked up and Aerathor realized the monk was wearing no cloak. Still hungry but no longer lost he followed.<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> As an adult his lineage was traced back to the [[Moonbender Family]] along with others who had been separated over time by war and travel.<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Maintaining a neutral alignment enables him to see both good and evil in all things<br /> *Spent the majority of his life on [[Ratha]] and the other islands of [[Qi'Reshalia]] training his mind and body in the arts of war.<br /> *Joined the [[Monks of the Crystal Hand]] at an early age, rose to an Ascetic by age 19.<br /> *Enjoy's [[Oshu'mary]] tea and smoking. They are two of the three luxuries he allows himself on a regular basis. The third is a hot bath.<br /> *Is seeking answers to the strange recent events surrounding Tiv and the connection that may exist to the Arbiter.<br /> *Believes in the existence of a nameless creative force that is responsible for all life and awareness in existence in all the various planes.<br /> *Has changed over time, his once calm demeanor has been replaced with one of unrest.<br /> *Has grown increasingly passionate about reforms within the Lunar Accord.<br /> *Is somewhat of a dissident in regards to Official policies. <br /> *Seeks to increase the wealth and respect of his guild<br /> *Bonded to [[Avelia]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Monks of the Crystal Hand]]<br /> [[Category:Moonbender Family]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Avelia&diff=464675 2017-02-01T21:41:47Z

<p>AERATHOR: /* History */</p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Avelia |<br /> Race = Elf |<br /> Gender = Female |<br /> Guild = Commoner |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Avelia, Commoner of Elanthia, an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Avelia has a round face, pointed ears, almond-shaped crystal blue eyes and a small nose. Her black hair is very long and wavy, and is worn pulled back in a bun. She has fair skin and a curvaceous figure. She is short for an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> She appears young <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-Family-'''<br /> <br /> Growing up Avelia was quite different than other bone elf girls. In fact she was totally ignorant of her heritage. Her father like some of his kind chose to venture out into the world for a sort of rite of passage. However along the way he found himself quite entranced with what he discovered. The smells and sounds of a large city quickly seduced him, drawing him into the world that he was never meant to be a part of. As fate would have it, there was a river elf who coincidentally was similarly drawn away from her own family and people for the allure of a city. It of course can never be known if in fact their stars were crossed and fated for love...but it sure does make for a good story. The pair ran off together leaving their pasts behind to explore the world together. After years of discovery through travel they finally settled down together to raise a family in Throne City. There they raised Avelia together living modestly but happily.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> But fate can be a cruel mistress as well. After Avelia's father made the mistake of sharing his true past with his beloved, an angry mob was set upon them. Though she herself would have never betrayed his confidence, others in the city did not feel the same. Some thug who had been lurking nearby in the shadows overheard the conversation and quickly ran to inform others in the city of her fathers dark past. A brutal mob of malicious and fanatical members of the inquisition seized her father and mother, carrying them way to their deaths. No fair trial was given and no evidence was needed for their paranoia was so great. Avelia being naturally perceptive and good at hiding was able to avoid detection that horrible and torrid day as she blended into the city living in the shadows, taking what she needed when she could. Vengeance however tempting was out of her reach.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-New Beginning-''' <br /> It was day's after the incident while hungry and in search of food or coin, Avelia overheard the very man who had turned a mob onto her parents boasting as he counted the heavy golden coins with which he had been rewarded. She carefully memorized his features knowing one day she would return and have her vengeance. With no formal combat training and only days of street smarts to go by, she knew she must find a way to harness her own potential and enact her revenge. Anger fueled her passion as she swore to herself a silent vow. But again, as fate would have it there was another in the city in search of something. As she exited the city on her way to Dock she took a wrong a turn and found herself lost near the ruins of the old colosseum. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> It was there a drearily colored combination of grays and mottled brown scales slithered into her view chilling her to her very bones. The behemoth before her appeared to be an enormous snake-like creature with neither arms nor legs. Its open wide maw leered before her. Tufts of reddish hair protruding from beneath its maw gave the aged beast an almost regal appearance. Her heart pounded in her chest as the creature lunged forward as if to swallow her whole. But Avelia could not move, frozen with fear her limbs would not respond to her desire to flee. The creature moved with the speed of a striking snake all of its focus on its prey. A blur of crimson seared her vision as an inky black moonblade flashed soundlessly through the air. The creature's warbled moans of despair echoed through the area as it rasped its final breaths. Standing beside her stood a tall man holding a blade of dull black light. The commotion drew others into the area and soon several of the monsters surrounded her and the cloaked figure standing above the mottled corpse.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Without hesitation the newly arrived creatures lunged forward with a single minded intent to devour them both. Just as quickly the man morphed into a garish blur of movement and color. His long white headband and black robes flowed like waves behind him as he moved fluidly from one creature to the next leaving a scarlet trail in his wake. With a flourish his moonblade vanished into nothingness and the two stood together silently in the dim light of encroaching dusk. Casually the man stooped down over the freshly made corpses and began ripping husks free of the serpent-like creatures as he spoke. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;You are lucky. This is a bad part of town to be lost in.&quot; Now standing he began to break large scales free of the husks and continued on. &quot;Normally this is when one would say thank you.&quot; A subtle yet knowing smile parted his lips as he glanced at Avelia. Regaining her wits she finally found herself stammering. &quot;th, thanks..what,...i'm, i'm sorry I wandered this way. My father warned me before..&quot; Thoughts of her father suddenly rekindled her anger and determination. &quot;Where did you learn to fight that way? I've never seen anything quite like that weapon you used..&quot; The wheels in her mind were already turning, if she were to learn from this man, perhaps her vengeance was closer than she thought. &quot;do you think,...do you think you can train me to fight like you?&quot; Her determination and intrigue were obvious to see. The man regarded her a long moment as if staring through her being at something he alone could see in the distance. &quot;When I came into the city I was searching for something, but I was not sure what it was. Hearing your request I'm certain now it was you that I was looking for. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Bonded to [[Aerathor]] [[Moonbender]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Bone Elf]]<br /> [[Category:Player Elf]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Avelia&diff=464674 2017-02-01T21:39:04Z

<p>AERATHOR: /* History */</p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Avelia |<br /> Race = Elf |<br /> Gender = Female |<br /> Guild = Commoner |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Avelia, Commoner of Elanthia, an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Avelia has a round face, pointed ears, almond-shaped crystal blue eyes and a small nose. Her black hair is very long and wavy, and is worn pulled back in a bun. She has fair skin and a curvaceous figure. She is short for an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> She appears young <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-Family-'''<br /> <br /> Growing up Avelia was quite different than other bone elf girls. In fact she was totally ignorant of her heritage. Her father like some of his kind chose to venture out into the world for a sort of rite of passage. However along the way he found himself quite entranced with what he discovered. The smells and sounds of a large city quickly seduced him, drawing him into the world that he was never meant to be a part of. As fate would have it, there was a river elf who coincidentally was similarly drawn away from her own family and people for the allure of a city. It of course can never be known if in fact their stars were crossed and fated for love...but it sure does make for a good story. The pair ran off together leaving their pasts behind to explore the world together. After years of discovery through travel they finally settled down together to raise a family in Throne City. There they raised Avelia together living modestly but happily.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> But fate can be a cruel mistress as well. After Avelia's father made the mistake of sharing his true past with his beloved, an angry mob was set upon them. Though she herself would have never betrayed his confidence, others in the city did not feel the same. Some thug who had been lurking nearby in the shadows overheard the conversation and quickly ran to inform others in the city of her fathers dark past. A brutal mob of malicious and fanatical members of the inquisition seized her father and mother, carrying them way to their deaths. No fair trial was given and no evidence was needed for their paranoia was so great. Avelia being naturally perceptive and good at hiding was able to avoid detection that horrible and torrid day as she blended into the city living in the shadows, taking what she needed when she could. Vengeance however tempting was out of her reach.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-New Beginning-''' <br /> It was day's after the incident while hungry and in search of food or coin, Avelia overheard the very man who had turned a mob onto her parents boasting as he counted the heavy golden coins with which he had been rewarded. She carefully memorized his features knowing one day she would return and have her vengeance. With no formal combat training and only days of street smarts to go by, she knew she must find a way to harness her own potential and enact her revenge. Anger fueled her passion as she swore to herself a silent vow. But again, as fate would have it there was another in the city in search of something. As she exited the city on her way to Dock's she took a wrong a turn and found herself lost near the ruins of the old colosseum. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> It was there a drearily colored combination of grays and mottled brown scales slithered into her view chilling her to her very bones. The behemoth before her appeared to be an enormous snake-like creature with neither arms nor legs. Its open wide maw leered before her. Tufts of reddish hair protruding from beneath its maw gave the aged beast an almost regal appearance. Her heart pounded in her chest as the creature lunged forward as if to swallow her whole. But Avelia could not move, frozen with fear her limbs would not respond to her desire to flee. The creature moved with the speed of a striking snake all of its focus on its prey. A blur of crimson seared her vision as an inky black moonblade flashed soundlessly through the air. The creature's warbled moans of despair echoed through the area as it rasped its final breaths. Standing beside her stood a tall man holding a blade of dull black light. The commotion drew others into the area and soon several of the monsters surrounded her and the cloaked figure standing above the mottled corpse.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Without hesitation the newly arrived creatures lunged forward with a single minded intent to devour them both. Just as quickly the man morphed into a garish blur of movement and color. His long white headband and black robes flowed like waves behind him as he moved fluidly from one creature to the next leaving a scarlet trail in his wake. With a flourish his moonblade vanished into nothingness and the two stood together silently in the dim light of encroaching dusk. Casually the man stooped down over the freshly made corpses and began ripping husks free of the serpent-like creatures as he spoke. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;You are lucky. This is a bad part of town to be lost in.&quot; Now standing he began to break large scales free of the husks and continued on. &quot;Normally this is when one would say thank you.&quot; A subtle yet knowing smile parted his lips as he glanced at Avelia. Regaining her wits she finally found herself stammering. &quot;th, thanks..what,...i'm, i'm sorry I wandered this way. My father warned me before..&quot; Thoughts of her father suddenly rekindled her anger and determination. &quot;Where did you learn to fight that way? I've never seen anything quite like that weapon you used..&quot; The wheels in her mind were already turning, if she were to learn from this man, perhaps her vengeance was closer than she thought. &quot;do you think,...do you think you can train me to fight like you?&quot; Her determination and intrigue were obvious to see. The man regarded her a long moment as if staring through her being at something he alone could see in the distance. &quot;When I came into the city I was searching for something, but I was not sure what it was. Hearing your request I'm certain now it was you that I was looking for. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Bonded to [[Aerathor]] [[Moonbender]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Bone Elf]]<br /> [[Category:Player Elf]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Avelia&diff=464673 2017-02-01T21:37:41Z

<p>AERATHOR: /* History */</p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Avelia |<br /> Race = Elf |<br /> Gender = Female |<br /> Guild = Commoner |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Avelia, Commoner of Elanthia, an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Avelia has a round face, pointed ears, almond-shaped crystal blue eyes and a small nose. Her black hair is very long and wavy, and is worn pulled back in a bun. She has fair skin and a curvaceous figure. She is short for an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> She appears young <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-Family-'''<br /> <br /> Growing up Avelia was quite different than other bone elf girls. In fact she was totally ignorant of her heritage. Her father like some of his kind chose to venture out into the world for a sort of rite of passage. However along the way he found himself quite entranced with what he discovered. The smells and sounds of a large city quickly seduced him, drawing him into the world that he was never meant to be a part of. As fate would have it, there was a river elf who coincidentally was similarly drawn away from her own family and people for the allure of a city. It of course can never be known if in fact their stars were crossed and fated for love...but it sure does make for a good story. The pair ran off together leaving their pasts behind to explore the world together. After years of discovery through travel they finally settled down together to raise a family in Throne City. There they raised Avelia together living modestly but happily.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> But fate can be a cruel mistress as well. After Avelia's father made the mistake of sharing his true past with his beloved and angry mob was set upon them. Though she herself would have never betrayed his confidence, others in the city did not feel the same. Some thug who had been lurking nearby in the shadows overheard the conversation and quickly ran to inform others in the city of her fathers dark past. A brutal mob of malicious and fanatical members of the inquisition seized her father and mother, carrying them way to their deaths. No fair trial was given and no evidence was needed for their paranoia was so great. Avelia being naturally perceptive and good at hiding was able to avoid detection that horrible and torrid day as she blended into the city living in the shadows, taking what she needed when she could. Vengeance however tempting was out of her reach.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-New Beginning-''' <br /> It was day's after the incident while hungry and in search of food or coin, Avelia overheard the very man who had turned a mob onto her parents boasting as he counted the heavy golden coins with which he had been rewarded. She carefully memorized his features knowing one day she would return and have her vengeance. With no formal combat training and only days of street smarts to go by, she knew she must find a way to harness her own potential and enact her revenge. Anger fueled her passion as she swore to herself a silent vow. But again, as fate would have it there was another in the city in search of something. As she exited the city on her way to Dock's she took a wrong a turn and found herself lost near the ruins of the old colosseum. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> It was there a drearily colored combination of grays and mottled brown scales slithered into her view chilling her to her very bones. The behemoth before her appeared to be an enormous snake-like creature with neither arms nor legs. Its open wide maw leered before her. Tufts of reddish hair protruding from beneath its maw gave the aged beast an almost regal appearance. Her heart pounded in her chest as the creature lunged forward as if to swallow her whole. But Avelia could not move, frozen with fear her limbs would not respond to her desire to flee. The creature moved with the speed of a striking snake all of its focus on its prey. A blur of crimson seared her vision as an inky black moonblade flashed soundlessly through the air. The creature's warbled moans of despair echoed through the area as it rasped its final breaths. Standing beside her stood a tall man holding a blade of dull black light. The commotion drew others into the area and soon several of the monsters surrounded her and the cloaked figure standing above the mottled corpse.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Without hesitation the newly arrived creatures lunged forward with a single minded intent to devour them both. Just as quickly the man morphed into a garish blur of movement and color. His long white headband and black robes flowed like waves behind him as he moved fluidly from one creature to the next leaving a scarlet trail in his wake. With a flourish his moonblade vanished into nothingness and the two stood together silently in the dim light of encroaching dusk. Casually the man stooped down over the freshly made corpses and began ripping husks free of the serpent-like creatures as he spoke. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;You are lucky. This is a bad part of town to be lost in.&quot; Now standing he began to break large scales free of the husks and continued on. &quot;Normally this is when one would say thank you.&quot; A subtle yet knowing smile parted his lips as he glanced at Avelia. Regaining her wits she finally found herself stammering. &quot;th, thanks..what,...i'm, i'm sorry I wandered this way. My father warned me before..&quot; Thoughts of her father suddenly rekindled her anger and determination. &quot;Where did you learn to fight that way? I've never seen anything quite like that weapon you used..&quot; The wheels in her mind were already turning, if she were to learn from this man, perhaps her vengeance was closer than she thought. &quot;do you think,...do you think you can train me to fight like you?&quot; Her determination and intrigue were obvious to see. The man regarded her a long moment as if staring through her being at something he alone could see in the distance. &quot;When I came into the city I was searching for something, but I was not sure what it was. Hearing your request I'm certain now it was you that I was looking for. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Bonded to [[Aerathor]] [[Moonbender]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Bone Elf]]<br /> [[Category:Player Elf]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Avelia&diff=464672 2017-02-01T21:16:25Z

<p>AERATHOR: /* History */</p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Avelia |<br /> Race = Elf |<br /> Gender = Female |<br /> Guild = Commoner |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Avelia, Commoner of Elanthia, an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Avelia has a round face, pointed ears, almond-shaped crystal blue eyes and a small nose. Her black hair is very long and wavy, and is worn pulled back in a bun. She has fair skin and a curvaceous figure. She is short for an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> She appears young <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-Family-'''<br /> <br /> Growing up Avelia was quite different than other bone elf girls. In fact she was totally ignorant of her heritage. Her father like some of his kind chose to venture out into the world for a sort of rite of passage. However along the way he found himself quite entranced with what he discovered. The smells and sounds of a large city quickly seduced him, drawing him in the world that he was never meant to be a part of. As fate would have it, there was a river elf who coincidentally was similarly drawn away from her own family and people for the allure of a city. It of course can never be known if in fact their stars were crossed and fated for love...but it sure does make for a good story. The pair ran off together leaving their pasts behind to explore the world together. After years of discovery through travel they finally settled down together to raise a family in Throne City. There they raised Avelia together living modestly but happily.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> But fate can be a cruel mistress as well. After Avelia's father made the mistake of sharing his true past with his beloved and angry mob was set upon them. Though she herself would have never betrayed his confidence, others in the city did not feel the same. Some thug who had been lurking nearby in the shadows overheard the conversation and quickly ran to inform others in the city of her fathers dark past. A brutal mob of malicious and fanatical members of the inquisition seized her father and mother, carrying them way to their deaths. No fair trial was given and no evidence was needed for their paranoia was so great. Avelia being naturally perceptive and good at hiding was able to avoid detection that horrible and torrid day as she blended into the city living in the shadows, taking what she needed when she could. Vengeance however tempting was out of her reach.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-New Beginning-''' <br /> It was day's after the incident while hungry and in search of food or coin, Avelia overheard the very man who had turned a mob onto her parents boasting as he counted the heavy golden coins with which he had been rewarded. She carefully memorized his features knowing one day she would return and have her vengeance. With no formal combat training and only days of street smarts to go by, she knew she must find a way to harness her own potential and enact her revenge. Anger fueled her passion as she swore to herself a silent vow. But again, as fate would have it there was another in the city in search of something. As she exited the city on her way to Dock's she took a wrong a turn and found herself lost near the ruins of the old colosseum. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> It was there a drearily colored combination of grays and mottled brown scales slithered into her view chilling her to her very bones. The behemoth before her appeared to be an enormous snake-like creature with neither arms nor legs. Its open wide maw leered before her. Tufts of reddish hair protruding from beneath its maw gave the aged beast an almost regal appearance. Her heart pounded in her chest as the creature lunged forward as if to swallow her whole. But Avelia could not move, frozen with fear her limbs would not respond to her desire to flee. The creature moved with the speed of a striking snake all of its focus on its prey. A blur of crimson seared her vision as an inky black moonblade flashed soundlessly through the air. The creature's warbled moans of despair echoed through the area as it rasped its final breaths. Standing beside her stood a tall man holding a blade of dull black light. The commotion drew others into the area and soon several of the monsters surrounded her and the cloaked figure standing above the mottled corpse.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Without hesitation the newly arrived creatures lunged forward with a single minded intent to devour them both. Just as quickly the man morphed into a garish blur of movement and color. His long white headband and black robes flowed like waves behind him as he moved fluidly from one creature to the next leaving a scarlet trail in his wake. With a flourish his moonblade vanished into nothingness and the two stood together silently in the dim light of encroaching dusk. Casually the man stooped down over the freshly made corpses and began ripping husks free of the serpent-like creatures as he spoke. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;You are lucky. This is a bad part of town to be lost in.&quot; Now standing he began to break large scales free of the husks and continued on. &quot;Normally this is when one would say thank you.&quot; A subtle yet knowing smile parted his lips as he glanced at Avelia. Regaining her wits she finally found herself stammering. &quot;th, thanks..what,...i'm, i'm sorry I wandered this way. My father warned me before..&quot; Thoughts of her father suddenly rekindled her anger and determination. &quot;Where did you learn to fight that way? I've never seen anything quite like that weapon you used..&quot; The wheels in her mind were already turning, if she were to learn from this man, perhaps her vengeance was closer than she thought. &quot;do you think,...do you think you can train me to fight like you?&quot; Her determination and intrigue were obvious to see. The man regarded her a long moment as if staring through her being at something he alone could see in the distance. &quot;When I came into the city I was searching for something, but I was not sure what it was. Hearing your request I'm certain now it was you that I was looking for. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Bonded to [[Aerathor]] [[Moonbender]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Bone Elf]]<br /> [[Category:Player Elf]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Avelia&diff=464671 2017-02-01T21:12:15Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> Player Name = Avelia |<br /> Race = Elf |<br /> Gender = Female |<br /> Guild = Commoner |<br /> Instance = Prime |<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==Appearance==<br /> <br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Avelia, Commoner of Elanthia, an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Avelia has a round face, pointed ears, almond-shaped crystal blue eyes and a small nose. Her black hair is very long and wavy, and is worn pulled back in a bun. She has fair skin and a curvaceous figure. She is short for an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> She appears young <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-Family-'''<br /> <br /> Growing up Avelia was quite different than other bone elf girls. In fact she was totally ignorant of her heritage. Her father like some of his kind chose to venture out into the world for a sort of rite of passage. However along the way he found himself quite entranced with what he discovered. The smells and sounds of a large city quickly seduced him, drawing him in the world that he was never meant to be a part of. As fate would have it, there was a river elf who coincidentally was similarly drawn away from her own family and people for the allure of a city. It of course can never be known if in fact their stars were crossed and fated for love...but it sure does make for a good story. The pair ran off together leaving their pasts behind to explore the world together. After years of discovery through travel they finally settled down together to raise a family in Throne City. There they raised Avelia together living modestly but happily.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> But fate can be a cruel mistress as well. After Avelia's father made the mistake of sharing his true past with his beloved and angry mob was set upon them. Though she herself would have never betrayed his confidence, others in the city did not feel the same. Some thug who had been lurking nearby in the shadows overheard the conversation and quickly ran to inform others in the city of her fathers dark past. A brutal mob of malicious and fanatical members of the inquisition seized her father and mother, carrying them way to their deaths. No fair trial was given and no evidence was needed for their paranoia was so great. Avelia being naturally perceptive and good at hiding was able to avoid detection that horrible and torrid day as she blended into the city living in the shadows, taking what she needed when she could. Vengeance however tempting was out of her reach.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-New Beginning-''' <br /> It was day's after the incident while hungry and in search of food or coin, Avelia overheard the very man who had turned a mob onto her parents boasting as he counted the heavy golden coins with which he had been rewarded. She carefully memorized his features knowing one day she would return and have her vengeance. With no formal combat training and only days of street smarts to go by, she knew she must find a way to harness her own potential and enact her revenge. Anger fueled her passion as she swore to herself a silent vow. But again, as fate would have it there was another in the city in search of something. As she exited the city on her way to Dock's she took a wrong a turn and found herself lost near the ruins of the old colosseum. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> It was there a drearily colored combination of grays and mottled brown scales slithered into her view chilling her to her very bones. The behemoth before her appeared to be an enormous snake-like creature with neither arms nor legs. Its open wide maw leered before her. Tufts of reddish hair protruding from beneath its maw and from behind its head gave it an aged appearance. Her heart pounded in her chest as the creature lunged forward as if to swallow her whole. But Avelia could not move, frozen with fear her limbs would not respond to her desire to flee. The creature moved with the speed of a striking snake all of its focus on its prey. A blur of crimson seared her vision as an inky black moonblade flashed soundlessly through the air. The creature's warbled moans of despair echoed through the area as it rasped its final breaths. Standing beside her stood a tall man holding a blade of dull black light. The commotion drew others into the area and soon several of the monsters surrounded her and the cloaked figure standing above the mottled corpse.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Without hesitation the newly arrived creatures lunged forward with a single minded intent to devour them both. Just as quickly the man morphed into a garish blur of movement and color. His long white headband and black robes flowed like waves behind him as he moved fluidly from one creature to the next leaving a scarlet trail in his wake. With a flourish his moonblade vanished into nothingness and the two stood together silently in the dim light of encroaching dusk. Casually the man stooped down over the freshly made corpses and began ripping husks free of the serpent-like creatures as he spoke. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;You are lucky. This is a bad part of town to be lost in.&quot; Now standing he began to break large scales free of the husks and continued on. &quot;Normally this is when one would say thank you.&quot; A subtle yet knowing smile parted his lips as he glanced at Avelia. Regaining her wits she finally found herself stammering. &quot;th, thanks..what,...i'm, i'm sorry I wandered this way. My father warned me before..&quot; Thoughts of her father suddenly rekindled her anger and determination. &quot;Where did you learn to fight that way? I've never seen anything quite like that weapon you used..&quot; The wheels in her mind were already turning, if she were to learn from this man, perhaps her vengeance was closer than she thought. &quot;do you think,...do you think you can train me to fight like you?&quot; Her determination and intrigue were obvious to see. The man regarded her a long moment as if staring through her being at something he alone could see in the distance. &quot;When I came into the city I was searching for something, but I was not sure what it was. Hearing your request I'm certain now it was you that I was looking for. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Bonded to [[Aerathor]] [[Moonbender]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Bone Elf]]<br /> [[Category:Player Elf]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Avelia&diff=464670 2017-02-01T21:11:22Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> <br /> |name=Avelia<br /> |status=A<br /> |race=Elf<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Commoner<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}<br /> ==Appearance==<br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Avelia, Commoner of Elanthia, an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Avelia has a round face, pointed ears, almond-shaped crystal blue eyes and a small nose. Her black hair is very long and wavy, and is worn pulled back in a bun. She has fair skin and a curvaceous figure. She is short for an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> She appears young <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-Family-'''<br /> <br /> Growing up Avelia was quite different than other bone elf girls. In fact she was totally ignorant of her heritage. Her father like some of his kind chose to venture out into the world for a sort of rite of passage. However along the way he found himself quite entranced with what he discovered. The smells and sounds of a large city quickly seduced him, drawing him in the world that he was never meant to be a part of. As fate would have it, there was a river elf who coincidentally was similarly drawn away from her own family and people for the allure of a city. It of course can never be known if in fact their stars were crossed and fated for love...but it sure does make for a good story. The pair ran off together leaving their pasts behind to explore the world together. After years of discovery through travel they finally settled down together to raise a family in Throne City. There they raised Avelia together living modestly but happily.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> But fate can be a cruel mistress as well. After Avelia's father made the mistake of sharing his true past with his beloved and angry mob was set upon them. Though she herself would have never betrayed his confidence, others in the city did not feel the same. Some thug who had been lurking nearby in the shadows overheard the conversation and quickly ran to inform others in the city of her fathers dark past. A brutal mob of malicious and fanatical members of the inquisition seized her father and mother, carrying them way to their deaths. No fair trial was given and no evidence was needed for their paranoia was so great. Avelia being naturally perceptive and good at hiding was able to avoid detection that horrible and torrid day as she blended into the city living in the shadows, taking what she needed when she could. Vengeance however tempting was out of her reach.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-New Beginning-''' <br /> It was day's after the incident while hungry and in search of food or coin, Avelia overheard the very man who had turned a mob onto her parents boasting as he counted the heavy golden coins with which he had been rewarded. She carefully memorized his features knowing one day she would return and have her vengeance. With no formal combat training and only days of street smarts to go by, she knew she must find a way to harness her own potential and enact her revenge. Anger fueled her passion as she swore to herself a silent vow. But again, as fate would have it there was another in the city in search of something. As she exited the city on her way to Dock's she took a wrong a turn and found herself lost near the ruins of the old colosseum. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> It was there a drearily colored combination of grays and mottled brown scales slithered into her view chilling her to her very bones. The behemoth before her appeared to be an enormous snake-like creature with neither arms nor legs. Its open wide maw leered before her. Tufts of reddish hair protruding from beneath its maw and from behind its head gave it an aged appearance. Her heart pounded in her chest as the creature lunged forward as if to swallow her whole. But Avelia could not move, frozen with fear her limbs would not respond to her desire to flee. The creature moved with the speed of a striking snake all of its focus on its prey. A blur of crimson seared her vision as an inky black moonblade flashed soundlessly through the air. The creature's warbled moans of despair echoed through the area as it rasped its final breaths. Standing beside her stood a tall man holding a blade of dull black light. The commotion drew others into the area and soon several of the monsters surrounded her and the cloaked figure standing above the mottled corpse.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Without hesitation the newly arrived creatures lunged forward with a single minded intent to devour them both. Just as quickly the man morphed into a garish blur of movement and color. His long white headband and black robes flowed like waves behind him as he moved fluidly from one creature to the next leaving a scarlet trail in his wake. With a flourish his moonblade vanished into nothingness and the two stood together silently in the dim light of encroaching dusk. Casually the man stooped down over the freshly made corpses and began ripping husks free of the serpent-like creatures as he spoke. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;You are lucky. This is a bad part of town to be lost in.&quot; Now standing he began to break large scales free of the husks and continued on. &quot;Normally this is when one would say thank you.&quot; A subtle yet knowing smile parted his lips as he glanced at Avelia. Regaining her wits she finally found herself stammering. &quot;th, thanks..what,...i'm, i'm sorry I wandered this way. My father warned me before..&quot; Thoughts of her father suddenly rekindled her anger and determination. &quot;Where did you learn to fight that way? I've never seen anything quite like that weapon you used..&quot; The wheels in her mind were already turning, if she were to learn from this man, perhaps her vengeance was closer than she thought. &quot;do you think,...do you think you can train me to fight like you?&quot; Her determination and intrigue were obvious to see. The man regarded her a long moment as if staring through her being at something he alone could see in the distance. &quot;When I came into the city I was searching for something, but I was not sure what it was. Hearing your request I'm certain now it was you that I was looking for. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Bonded to [[Aerathor]] [[Moonbender]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Bone Elf]]<br /> [[Category:Player Elf]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Avelia&diff=464669 2017-02-01T21:10:36Z

<p>AERATHOR: /* History */</p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> |name=Avelia<br /> |status=A<br /> |race=Elf<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Commoner<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}<br /> ==Appearance==<br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Avelia, Commoner of Elanthia, an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Avelia has a round face, pointed ears, almond-shaped crystal blue eyes and a small nose. Her black hair is very long and wavy, and is worn pulled back in a bun. She has fair skin and a curvaceous figure. She is short for an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> She appears young <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-Family-'''<br /> <br /> Growing up Avelia was quite different than other bone elf girls. In fact she was totally ignorant of her heritage. Her father like some of his kind chose to venture out into the world for a sort of rite of passage. However along the way he found himself quite entranced with what he discovered. The smells and sounds of a large city quickly seduced him, drawing him in the world that he was never meant to be a part of. As fate would have it, there was a river elf who coincidentally was similarly drawn away from her own family and people for the allure of a city. It of course can never be known if in fact their stars were crossed and fated for love...but it sure does make for a good story. The pair ran off together leaving their pasts behind to explore the world together. After years of discovery through travel they finally settled down together to raise a family in Throne City. There they raised Avelia together living modestly but happily.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> But fate can be a cruel mistress as well. After Avelia's father made the mistake of sharing his true past with his beloved and angry mob was set upon them. Though she herself would have never betrayed his confidence, others in the city did not feel the same. Some thug who had been lurking nearby in the shadows overheard the conversation and quickly ran to inform others in the city of her fathers dark past. A brutal mob of malicious and fanatical members of the inquisition seized her father and mother, carrying them way to their deaths. No fair trial was given and no evidence was needed for their paranoia was so great. Avelia being naturally perceptive and good at hiding was able to avoid detection that horrible and torrid day as she blended into the city living in the shadows, taking what she needed when she could. Vengeance however tempting was out of her reach.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-New Beginning-''' <br /> It was day's after the incident while hungry and in search of food or coin, Avelia overheard the very man who had turned a mob onto her parents boasting as he counted the heavy golden coins with which he had been rewarded. She carefully memorized his features knowing one day she would return and have her vengeance. With no formal combat training and only days of street smarts to go by, she knew she must find a way to harness her own potential and enact her revenge. Anger fueled her passion as she swore to herself a silent vow. But again, as fate would have it there was another in the city in search of something. As she exited the city on her way to Dock's she took a wrong a turn and found herself lost near the ruins of the old colosseum. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> It was there a drearily colored combination of grays and mottled brown scales slithered into her view chilling her to her very bones. The behemoth before her appeared to be an enormous snake-like creature with neither arms nor legs. Its open wide maw leered before her. Tufts of reddish hair protruding from beneath its maw and from behind its head gave it an aged appearance. Her heart pounded in her chest as the creature lunged forward as if to swallow her whole. But Avelia could not move, frozen with fear her limbs would not respond to her desire to flee. The creature moved with the speed of a striking snake all of its focus on its prey. A blur of crimson seared her vision as an inky black moonblade flashed soundlessly through the air. The creature's warbled moans of despair echoed through the area as it rasped its final breaths. Standing beside her stood a tall man holding a blade of dull black light. The commotion drew others into the area and soon several of the monsters surrounded her and the cloaked figure standing above the mottled corpse.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Without hesitation the newly arrived creatures lunged forward with a single minded intent to devour them both. Just as quickly the man morphed into a garish blur of movement and color. His long white headband and black robes flowed like waves behind him as he moved fluidly from one creature to the next leaving a scarlet trail in his wake. With a flourish his moonblade vanished into nothingness and the two stood together silently in the dim light of encroaching dusk. Casually the man stooped down over the freshly made corpses and began ripping husks free of the serpent-like creatures as he spoke. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &quot;You are lucky. This is a bad part of town to be lost in.&quot; Now standing he began to break large scales free of the husks and continued on. &quot;Normally this is when one would say thank you.&quot; A subtle yet knowing smile parted his lips as he glanced at Avelia. Regaining her wits she finally found herself stammering. &quot;th, thanks..what,...i'm, i'm sorry I wandered this way. My father warned me before..&quot; Thoughts of her father suddenly rekindled her anger and determination. &quot;Where did you learn to fight that way? I've never seen anything quite like that weapon you used..&quot; The wheels in her mind were already turning, if she were to learn from this man, perhaps her vengeance was closer than she thought. &quot;do you think,...do you think you can train me to fight like you?&quot; Her determination and intrigue were obvious to see. The man regarded her a long moment as if staring through her being at something he alone could see in the distance. &quot;When I came into the city I was searching for something, but I was not sure what it was. Hearing your request I'm certain now it was you that I was looking for. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Bonded to [[Aerathor]] [[Moonbender]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Bone Elf]]<br /> [[Category:Player Elf]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Avelia&diff=464668 2017-02-01T21:09:57Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div>__FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character | <br /> |name=Avelia<br /> |status=A<br /> |race=Elf<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Commoner<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}<br /> ==Appearance==<br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Avelia, Commoner of Elanthia, an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Avelia has a round face, pointed ears, almond-shaped crystal blue eyes and a small nose. Her black hair is very long and wavy, and is worn pulled back in a bun. She has fair skin and a curvaceous figure. She is short for an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> She appears young <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-Family-'''<br /> <br /> Growing up Avelia was quite different than other bone elf girls. In fact she was totally ignorant of her heritage. Her father like some of his kind chose to venture out into the world for a sort of rite of passage. However along the way he found himself quite entranced with what he discovered. The smells and sounds of a large city quickly seduced him, drawing him in the world that he was never meant to be a part of. As fate would have it, there was a river elf who coincidentally was similarly drawn away from her own family and people for the allure of a city. It of course can never be known if in fact their stars were crossed and fated for love...but it sure does make for a good story. The pair ran off together leaving their pasts behind to explore the world together. After years of discovery through travel they finally settled down together to raise a family in Throne City. There they raised Avelia together living modestly but happily.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> But fate can be a cruel mistress as well. After Avelia's father made the mistake of sharing his true past with his beloved and angry mob was set upon them. Though she herself would have never betrayed his confidence, others in the city did not feel the same. Some thug who had been lurking nearby in the shadows overheard the conversation and quickly ran to inform others in the city of her fathers dark past. A brutal mob of malicious and fanatical members of the inquisition seized her father and mother, carrying them way to their deaths. No fair trial was given and no evidence was needed for their paranoia was so great. Avelia being naturally perceptive and good at hiding was able to avoid detection that horrible and torrid day as she blended into the city living in the shadows, taking what she needed when she could. Vengeance however tempting was out of her reach.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-New Beginning-''' <br /> <br /> It was day's after the incident while hungry and in search of food or coin, Avelia overheard the very man who had turned a mob onto her parents boasting as he counted the heavy golden coins with which he had been rewarded. She carefully memorized his features knowing one day she would return and have her vengeance. With no formal combat training and only days of street smarts to go by, she knew she must find a way to harness her own potential and enact her revenge. Anger fueled her passion as she swore to herself a silent vow. But again, as fate would have it there was another in the city in search of something. As she exited the city on her way to Dock's she took a wrong a turn and found herself lost near the ruins of the old colosseum. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> It was there a drearily colored combination of grays and mottled brown scales slithered into her view chilling her to her very bones. The behemoth before her appeared to be an enormous snake-like creature with neither arms nor legs. Its open wide maw leered before her. Tufts of reddish hair protruding from beneath its maw and from behind its head gave it an aged appearance. Her heart pounded in her chest as the creature lunged forward as if to swallow her whole. But Avelia could not move, frozen with fear her limbs would not respond to her desire to flee. The creature moved with the speed of a striking snake all of its focus on its prey. A blur of crimson seared her vision as an inky black moonblade flashed soundlessly through the air. The creature's warbled moans of despair echoed through the area as it rasped its final breaths. Standing beside her stood a tall man holding a blade of dull black light. The commotion drew others into the area and soon several of the monsters surrounded her and the cloaked figure standing above the mottled corpse.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> Without hesitation the newly arrived creatures lunged forward with a single minded intent to devour them both. Just as quickly the man morphed into a garish blur of movement and color. His long white headband and black robes flowed like waves behind him as he moved fluidly from one creature to the next leaving a scarlet trail in his wake. With a flourish his moonblade vanished into nothingness and the two stood together silently in the dim light of encroaching dusk. Casually the man stooped down over the freshly made corpses and began ripping husks free of the serpent-like creatures as he spoke. <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &quot;You are lucky. This is a bad part of town to be lost in.&quot; Now standing he began to break large scales free of the husks and continued on. &quot;Normally this is when one would say thank you.&quot; A subtle yet knowing smile parted his lips as he glanced at Avelia. Regaining her wits she finally found herself stammering. &quot;th, thanks..what,...i'm, i'm sorry I wandered this way. My father warned me before..&quot; Thoughts of her father suddenly rekindled her anger and determination. &quot;Where did you learn to fight that way? I've never seen anything quite like that weapon you used..&quot; The wheels in her mind were already turning, if she were to learn from this man, perhaps her vengeance was closer than she thought. &quot;do you think,...do you think you can train me to fight like you?&quot; Her determination and intrigue were obvious to see. The man regarded her a long moment as if staring through her being at something he alone could see in the distance. &quot;When I came into the city I was searching for something, but I was not sure what it was. Hearing your request I'm certain now it was you that I was looking for. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Bonded to [[Aerathor]] [[Moonbender]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Bone Elf]]<br /> [[Category:Player Elf]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Avelia&diff=464667 2017-02-01T21:09:25Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div> <br /> _FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character |<br /> |name=Avelia<br /> |status=A<br /> |race=Elf<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Commoner<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}<br /> ==Appearance==<br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Avelia, Commoner of Elanthia, an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Avelia has a round face, pointed ears, almond-shaped crystal blue eyes and a small nose. Her black hair is very long and wavy, and is worn pulled back in a bun. She has fair skin and a curvaceous figure. She is short for an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> She appears young <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-Family-'''<br /> <br /> Growing up Avelia was quite different than other bone elf girls. In fact she was totally ignorant of her heritage. Her father like some of his kind chose to venture out into the world for a sort of rite of passage. However along the way he found himself quite entranced with what he discovered. The smells and sounds of a large city quickly seduced him, drawing him in the world that he was never meant to be a part of. As fate would have it, there was a river elf who coincidentally was similarly drawn away from her own family and people for the allure of a city. It of course can never be known if in fact their stars were crossed and fated for love...but it sure does make for a good story. The pair ran off together leaving their pasts behind to explore the world together. After years of discovery through travel they finally settled down together to raise a family in Throne City. There they raised Avelia together living modestly but happily.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> But fate can be a cruel mistress as well. After Avelia's father made the mistake of sharing his true past with his beloved and angry mob was set upon them. Though she herself would have never betrayed his confidence, others in the city did not feel the same. Some thug who had been lurking nearby in the shadows overheard the conversation and quickly ran to inform others in the city of her fathers dark past. A brutal mob of malicious and fanatical members of the inquisition seized her father and mother, carrying them way to their deaths. No fair trial was given and no evidence was needed for their paranoia was so great. Avelia being naturally perceptive and good at hiding was able to avoid detection that horrible and torrid day as she blended into the city living in the shadows, taking what she needed when she could. Vengeance however tempting was out of her reach.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-New Beginning-''' <br /> <br /> It was day's after the incident while hungry and in search of food or coin, Avelia overheard the very man who had turned a mob onto her parents boasting as he counted the heavy golden coins with which he had been rewarded. She carefully memorized his features knowing one day she would return and have her vengeance. With no formal combat training and only days of street smarts to go by, she knew she must find a way to harness her own potential and enact her revenge. Anger fueled her passion as she swore to herself a silent vow. But again, as fate would have it there was another in the city in search of something. As she exited the city on her way to Dock's she took a wrong a turn and found herself lost near the ruins of the old colosseum. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> It was there a drearily colored combination of grays and mottled brown scales slithered into her view chilling her to her very bones. The behemoth before her appeared to be an enormous snake-like creature with neither arms nor legs. Its open wide maw leered before her. Tufts of reddish hair protruding from beneath its maw and from behind its head gave it an aged appearance. Her heart pounded in her chest as the creature lunged forward as if to swallow her whole. But Avelia could not move, frozen with fear her limbs would not respond to her desire to flee. The creature moved with the speed of a striking snake all of its focus on its prey. A blur of crimson seared her vision as an inky black moonblade flashed soundlessly through the air. The creature's warbled moans of despair echoed through the area as it rasped its final breaths. Standing beside her stood a tall man holding a blade of dull black light. The commotion drew others into the area and soon several of the monsters surrounded her and the cloaked figure standing above the mottled corpse.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> Without hesitation the newly arrived creatures lunged forward with a single minded intent to devour them both. Just as quickly the man morphed into a garish blur of movement and color. His long white headband and black robes flowed like waves behind him as he moved fluidly from one creature to the next leaving a scarlet trail in his wake. With a flourish his moonblade vanished into nothingness and the two stood together silently in the dim light of encroaching dusk. Casually the man stooped down over the freshly made corpses and began ripping husks free of the serpent-like creatures as he spoke. <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &quot;You are lucky. This is a bad part of town to be lost in.&quot; Now standing he began to break large scales free of the husks and continued on. &quot;Normally this is when one would say thank you.&quot; A subtle yet knowing smile parted his lips as he glanced at Avelia. Regaining her wits she finally found herself stammering. &quot;th, thanks..what,...i'm, i'm sorry I wandered this way. My father warned me before..&quot; Thoughts of her father suddenly rekindled her anger and determination. &quot;Where did you learn to fight that way? I've never seen anything quite like that weapon you used..&quot; The wheels in her mind were already turning, if she were to learn from this man, perhaps her vengeance was closer than she thought. &quot;do you think,...do you think you can train me to fight like you?&quot; Her determination and intrigue were obvious to see. The man regarded her a long moment as if staring through her being at something he alone could see in the distance. &quot;When I came into the city I was searching for something, but I was not sure what it was. Hearing your request I'm certain now it was you that I was looking for. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Bonded to [[Aerathor]] [[Moonbender]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Bone Elf]]<br /> [[Category:Player Elf]]</div>

AERATHOR https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Avelia&diff=464666 2017-02-01T21:09:15Z

<p>AERATHOR: </p> <hr /> <div> _FORCETOC__ <br /> {{Player character |<br /> |name=Avelia<br /> |status=A<br /> |race=Elf<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |guild=Commoner<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> }}<br /> {{PCSkills<br /> |Collapse=Yes<br /> }}<br /> ==Appearance==<br /> '''(Normal)'''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> You see Avelia, Commoner of Elanthia, an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Avelia has a round face, pointed ears, almond-shaped crystal blue eyes and a small nose. Her black hair is very long and wavy, and is worn pulled back in a bun. She has fair skin and a curvaceous figure. She is short for an Elf.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> She appears young <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-Family-'''<br /> <br /> Growing up Avelia was quite different than other bone elf girls. In fact she was totally ignorant of her heritage. Her father like some of his kind chose to venture out into the world for a sort of rite of passage. However along the way he found himself quite entranced with what he discovered. The smells and sounds of a large city quickly seduced him, drawing him in the world that he was never meant to be a part of. As fate would have it, there was a river elf who coincidentally was similarly drawn away from her own family and people for the allure of a city. It of course can never be known if in fact their stars were crossed and fated for love...but it sure does make for a good story. The pair ran off together leaving their pasts behind to explore the world together. After years of discovery through travel they finally settled down together to raise a family in Throne City. There they raised Avelia together living modestly but happily.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> But fate can be a cruel mistress as well. After Avelia's father made the mistake of sharing his true past with his beloved and angry mob was set upon them. Though she herself would have never betrayed his confidence, others in the city did not feel the same. Some thug who had been lurking nearby in the shadows overheard the conversation and quickly ran to inform others in the city of her fathers dark past. A brutal mob of malicious and fanatical members of the inquisition seized her father and mother, carrying them way to their deaths. No fair trial was given and no evidence was needed for their paranoia was so great. Avelia being naturally perceptive and good at hiding was able to avoid detection that horrible and torrid day as she blended into the city living in the shadows, taking what she needed when she could. Vengeance however tempting was out of her reach.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt; '''-New Beginning-''' <br /> <br /> It was day's after the incident while hungry and in search of food or coin, Avelia overheard the very man who had turned a mob onto her parents boasting as he counted the heavy golden coins with which he had been rewarded. She carefully memorized his features knowing one day she would return and have her vengeance. With no formal combat training and only days of street smarts to go by, she knew she must find a way to harness her own potential and enact her revenge. Anger fueled her passion as she swore to herself a silent vow. But again, as fate would have it there was another in the city in search of something. As she exited the city on her way to Dock's she took a wrong a turn and found herself lost near the ruins of the old colosseum. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> It was there a drearily colored combination of grays and mottled brown scales slithered into her view chilling her to her very bones. The behemoth before her appeared to be an enormous snake-like creature with neither arms nor legs. Its open wide maw leered before her. Tufts of reddish hair protruding from beneath its maw and from behind its head gave it an aged appearance. Her heart pounded in her chest as the creature lunged forward as if to swallow her whole. But Avelia could not move, frozen with fear her limbs would not respond to her desire to flee. The creature moved with the speed of a striking snake all of its focus on its prey. A blur of crimson seared her vision as an inky black moonblade flashed soundlessly through the air. The creature's warbled moans of despair echoed through the area as it rasped its final breaths. Standing beside her stood a tall man holding a blade of dull black light. The commotion drew others into the area and soon several of the monsters surrounded her and the cloaked figure standing above the mottled corpse.<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> Without hesitation the newly arrived creatures lunged forward with a single minded intent to devour them both. Just as quickly the man morphed into a garish blur of movement and color. His long white headband and black robes flowed like waves behind him as he moved fluidly from one creature to the next leaving a scarlet trail in his wake. With a flourish his moonblade vanished into nothingness and the two stood together silently in the dim light of encroaching dusk. Casually the man stooped down over the freshly made corpses and began ripping husks free of the serpent-like creatures as he spoke. <br /> <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> &quot;You are lucky. This is a bad part of town to be lost in.&quot; Now standing he began to break large scales free of the husks and continued on. &quot;Normally this is when one would say thank you.&quot; A subtle yet knowing smile parted his lips as he glanced at Avelia. Regaining her wits she finally found herself stammering. &quot;th, thanks..what,...i'm, i'm sorry I wandered this way. My father warned me before..&quot; Thoughts of her father suddenly rekindled her anger and determination. &quot;Where did you learn to fight that way? I've never seen anything quite like that weapon you used..&quot; The wheels in her mind were already turning, if she were to learn from this man, perhaps her vengeance was closer than she thought. &quot;do you think,...do you think you can train me to fight like you?&quot; Her determination and intrigue were obvious to see. The man regarded her a long moment as if staring through her being at something he alone could see in the distance. &quot;When I came into the city I was searching for something, but I was not sure what it was. Hearing your request I'm certain now it was you that I was looking for. <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Notes==<br /> *Bonded to [[Aerathor]] [[Moonbender]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:Player Bone Elf]]<br /> [[Category:Player Elf]]</div>

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