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Elothean Spirit

2019-03-03T07:21:21Z

LUMINARIA:

{{boat
|class=cog
|look=
|rooms=3
|pilot=Nicshaog
|captain=Nimthiriel
|crew={{Mem|}}
|fare=
|route=
|extras=none
|source=[[Barana's Shipyard]]
}}

==Rooms==
{{RoomDescription|roomname=The Elothean Spirit, Bow
|desc= The bowsprit stretches forward from the ship where the starboard and port gunnels meet. An iron-banded oak capstan is bolted securely to the deck for use in hauling up the anchor, setting the shrouds, or any other work where great purchases are required. 
Ship paths: aft.}}

{{RoomDescription|roomname=The Elothean Spirit, Main Deck
|desc=A brass-hinged gangway is inset into the starboard bulwark, allowing for a boarding plank to be ran in and out from there with ease. The ship's rigging hangs above like an intricate spider's web. You also see the main mast and the mainsail. 
Ship paths: forward, aft.}}

{{RoomDescription|roomname=The Elothean Spirit, Quarterdeck
|desc=In the middle of the quarterdeck is the ship's wheel mounted on a slightly higher platform. Shrouds, running from mast to cleats on the bulwark, are ran overhead along with sheets from the ship's rigging. You also see a large spoked wheel, the ship's bell and Pilot Nicshaog. 
Ship paths: forward.}}

==Pilot==
You see Pilot Nicshaog, an Elothean. 
He is wearing a simple tunic and some sailcloth trousers.

==Notes==
*Currently captained by [[Nimthiriel]].
*At one time was captained by [[Aetherie]] and crewed by [[Jairem]].

{{cat|Ships,Private ships}}

Silent Guardians

2019-02-16T02:33:09Z

LUMINARIA:

{{PCOrg}}
[[Image:Sgcrest_rough4.png|right|150x150px]]
The Silent Guardians are a small group consisting of several people with widely varying backgrounds, personalities, personal motives and goals that have dedicated themselves to the protection and preservation of the [[Standing Stones]] of the [[Zaulfung]]. They are an unofficial but recognized group of [[Therengia]], and have both cooperated with and defied the local Orders and militias as necessary to fulfill their duties. Given the location of the Stones, most members of the group have strong ties to the [[Order of the Dragon Shield]] in [[Riverhaven]], and the two groups regularly work together.

==Membership==

No member in the Guardians has more authority than any other; decisions are made as a group and any member may speak for the entire group if necessary, though newer members usually defer to older ones. The following is an alphabetical list of members, both active and inactive.

{| class="wikitable"
|-
|[[Amelilu]]
|-
|[[Caelumia]]
|-
|[[Fyriestorme]]
|-
|[[Gulphphunger]]
|-
|[[Karmina]]
|-
|[[Nimthiriel]]
|-
|[[Rehlyn]]
|-
|[[Sunhammer]]
|-
|[[Snothwoven]]
|-
|}
{{Cat|Player organizations,Unofficial organizations,Martial organizations,Cultural organizations,Therengia organizations,Inactive organizations}}[[page type is::organization| ]]

Silent Guardians

2019-02-16T02:32:42Z

LUMINARIA: /* Membership */

{{PCOrg}}
[[Image:Sgcrest_rough4.png|right|150x150px]]
The Silent Guardians are a small group consisting of several people with widely varying backgrounds, personalities, personal motives and goals that have dedicated themselves to the protection and preservation of the [[Standing Stones]] of the [[Zaulfung]]. They are an unofficial but recognized group of [[Therengia]], and have both cooperated with and defied the local Orders and militias as necessary to fulfill their duties. Given the location of the Stones, most members of the group have strong ties to the [[Order of the Dragon Shield]] in [[Riverhaven]], and the two groups regularly work together.

==Membership==

No member in the Guardians has more authority than any other; decisions are made as a group and any member may speak for the entire group if necessary, though newer members usually defer to older ones. The following is an alphabetical list of members, both active and inactive.

{| class="wikitable"
|-
|[[Amelilu]]
|-
|[[Caelumia]]
|-
|[[Fyriestorme]]
|-
|[[Gulphphunger]]
|-
|[[Karmina]]
|-
|{{Nimthiriel]]
|-
|[[Rehlyn]]
|-
|[[Sunhammer]]
|-
|[[Snothwoven]]
|-
|}
{{Cat|Player organizations,Unofficial organizations,Martial organizations,Cultural organizations,Therengia organizations,Inactive organizations}}[[page type is::organization| ]]

Nimthiriel

2019-01-31T00:14:37Z

LUMINARIA:

{{PC
|name=Nimthiriel
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|guild=Ranger
|instance=Prime
}}
==Description==
You are Forest Wraith Nimthiriel, an Elf.

You have an oval face, pointed ears, sparkling emerald eyes and a small nose. Your golden hair is very long and wavy, and is worn loose. You have fair skin and a slender figure.
You are average height for an Elf.

You are an adult.

Your thigh has a tattoo of Elven ivy twining upward, bearing deep green leaves covered in a thin, sparkling layer of frost.

Nimthiriel was born on the 7th day of the 10th month of Nissa the Maiden in the year of the Golden Panther, 359 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer.

[[File:Nimthiriel_Portrait.jpg|300px|right]]

==The Beginning==

The world into which Nimthiriel was born into was one of green and gold, scents on the wind of the river and from the Mountain, and the kiss of falling leaves. She was a happy child, wanting nothing more than to be close to nature in all its forms. The Elves of the forest were kind and gentle, but ones that would protect their woodland home fiercely. Nimthiriel was no different, yearning to gain skills so that she too may come to the aid of her surroundings when needed. She grew quickly and wild, with a spirit that was untamed, yet gentle and loving.

When she had reached the young age of 52, her life changed. The elders had taught her all they knew, and yet it wasn’t enough. She wanted to know how and why and when. All they could offer her is that this was how it had always been. It had worked then and worked now so why bother with anything else. Summoning up her strength and courage, Nimthiriel set out to find what she craved. Hearing tales of people called rangers, and that they could be found across the river, that is where she went.

The town her people referred to as River Crossing, was an odd place. It was full of noise, disgusting smells, and sights that made her want to blush. How could she ever find knowledge here? Corruption abounded, but that was not for her. Strengthening her resolve, she continued out of town to the northeast. A long road lay before her, but she could scent another river to the north. Maybe she had to cross that river. The further she walked, the scenery changed. Rolling hills to volcanic debris, sparse woodlands that evolved into marshy places, until finally she reached the river. Finding her meager swimming skills inadequate, she opted to spend what little coin she had on a ferry ride. It would seem that the fates had smiled upon her. When she landed, she found a city that was a city, but not. People seemed to pass through more often than stay, and she sensed natural surroundings on the outskirts. Mayhaps this was where she was to find her destiny?

Instinct told her to go east, so that is the direction she traversed. Stepping outside the gate she could hear people discussing bows, hunting, and which plants were best for what wound. Heading toward the voices, she came to a tent with several individuals sitting outside it. They were a friendly lot, and she quite enjoyed their conversation. She stayed there until one by one her companions left. Curiosity about the tent overcame her, and she braved to venture inside.
As soon as she entered, a voice greeted her. Once her eyes grew accustomed to the change in lighting, she noticed a woman clad in worn leather pants and a green tunic. A quarterstaff lay over her lap, and her fingers grazed the surface at varying intervals. Overall the woman looked as if she had seen better days and that her current situation in the tent was luxury beyond what she had known. The lady introduced herself as Ievia, leader of the Ranger Guild of Riverhaven. The two exchanged pleasantries, and Ievia was kind enough to answer Nimthiriel’s many questions. A feeling of purpose and determination culminated in that moment. It was then that she chose the path that was to be her constant joy, that of being a ranger.

==The Dark Times==

Sometimes things are best left unsaid. Nimthiriel had faltered, and became a shell of an elf. Had she had to endure much more she surely would have faded, but fate had other ideas. While there was still a flicker of her original self left, Nimthiriel disappeared to let time and space heal her broken soul.

==Nimthiriel Finds a Voice==

As if waking from a dream, Nimthiriel emerged from the darkness. New life and energy surged through her, and she vowed to herself that she would never again be diminished. She had a mind of her own, a solid set of skills, and a fire in her soul. She burned bright as the sun. There would not be another moment that she would allow herself to be controlled. No one would be her keeper or ruler. Her voice would never be silenced again.

{{PCSkills}}

[[Category:Player Forest Elf]]

Nimthiriel

2018-10-15T19:49:47Z

LUMINARIA:

{{PC
|name=Nimthiriel
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|guild=Ranger
|instance=Prime
|relat=Simas
}}
==Description==
You are Forest Wraith Nimthiriel, an Elf.

You have an oval face, pointed ears, sparkling emerald eyes and a small nose. Your golden hair is very long and wavy, and is worn loose. You have fair skin and a slender figure.
You are average height for an Elf.

You are an adult.

Your thigh has a tattoo of Elven ivy twining upward, bearing deep green leaves covered in a thin, sparkling layer of frost.

Nimthiriel was born on the 7th day of the 10th month of Nissa the Maiden in the year of the Golden Panther, 359 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer.

[[File:Nimthiriel_Portrait.jpg|300px|right]]

==The Beginning==

The world into which Nimthiriel was born into was one of green and gold, scents on the wind of the river and from the Mountain, and the kiss of falling leaves. She was a happy child, wanting nothing more than to be close to nature in all its forms. The Elves of the forest were kind and gentle, but ones that would protect their woodland home fiercely. Nimthiriel was no different, yearning to gain skills so that she too may come to the aid of her surroundings when needed. She grew quickly and wild, with a spirit that was untamed, yet gentle and loving.

When she had reached the young age of 52, her life changed. The elders had taught her all they knew, and yet it wasn’t enough. She wanted to know how and why and when. All they could offer her is that this was how it had always been. It had worked then and worked now so why bother with anything else. Summoning up her strength and courage, Nimthiriel set out to find what she craved. Hearing tales of people called rangers, and that they could be found across the river, that is where she went.

The town her people referred to as River Crossing, was an odd place. It was full of noise, disgusting smells, and sights that made her want to blush. How could she ever find knowledge here? Corruption abounded, but that was not for her. Strengthening her resolve, she continued out of town to the northeast. A long road lay before her, but she could scent another river to the north. Maybe she had to cross that river. The further she walked, the scenery changed. Rolling hills to volcanic debris, sparse woodlands that evolved into marshy places, until finally she reached the river. Finding her meager swimming skills inadequate, she opted to spend what little coin she had on a ferry ride. It would seem that the fates had smiled upon her. When she landed, she found a city that was a city, but not. People seemed to pass through more often than stay, and she sensed natural surroundings on the outskirts. Mayhaps this was where she was to find her destiny?

Instinct told her to go east, so that is the direction she traversed. Stepping outside the gate she could hear people discussing bows, hunting, and which plants were best for what wound. Heading toward the voices, she came to a tent with several individuals sitting outside it. They were a friendly lot, and she quite enjoyed their conversation. She stayed there until one by one her companions left. Curiosity about the tent overcame her, and she braved to venture inside.
As soon as she entered, a voice greeted her. Once her eyes grew accustomed to the change in lighting, she noticed a woman clad in worn leather pants and a green tunic. A quarterstaff lay over her lap, and her fingers grazed the surface at varying intervals. Overall the woman looked as if she had seen better days and that her current situation in the tent was luxury beyond what she had known. The lady introduced herself as Ievia, leader of the Ranger Guild of Riverhaven. The two exchanged pleasantries, and Ievia was kind enough to answer Nimthiriel’s many questions. A feeling of purpose and determination culminated in that moment. It was then that she chose the path that was to be her constant joy, that of being a ranger.

==The Dark Times==

Sometimes things are best left unsaid. Nimthiriel had faltered, and became a shell of an elf. Had she had to endure much more she surely would have faded, but fate had other ideas. While there was still a flicker of her original self left, Nimthiriel disappeared to let time and space heal her broken soul.

==Nimthiriel Finds a Voice==

As if waking from a dream, Nimthiriel emerged from the darkness. New life and energy surged through her, and she vowed to herself that she would never again be diminished. She had a mind of her own, a solid set of skills, and a fire in her soul. She burned bright as the sun. There would not be another moment that she would allow herself to be controlled. No one would be her keeper or ruler. Her voice would never be silenced again.

{{PCSkills}}

[[Category:Player Forest Elf]]

Nimthiriel

2018-09-27T00:28:10Z

LUMINARIA:

Nimthiriel

2018-09-27T00:27:44Z

LUMINARIA:

Nimthiriel

2018-09-27T00:27:07Z

LUMINARIA:

{{PC
|name=Nimthiriel
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|guild=Ranger
|instance=Prime
}}
==Description==
You are Forest Wraith Nimthiriel, an Elf.

You have an oval face, pointed ears, sparkling emerald eyes and a small nose. Your golden hair is very long and wavy, and is worn loose. You have fair skin and a slender figure.
You are average height for an Elf.

You are an adult.

Your thigh has a tattoo of Elven ivy twining upward, bearing deep green leaves covered in a thin, sparkling layer of frost.

Nimthiriel was born on the 7th day of the 10th month of Nissa the Maiden in the year of the Golden Panther, 359 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer.

==The Beginning==

The world into which Nimthiriel was born into was one of green and gold, scents on the wind of the river and from the Mountain, and the kiss of falling leaves. She was a happy child, wanting nothing more than to be close to nature in all its forms. The Elves of the forest were kind and gentle, but ones that would protect their woodland home fiercely. Nimthiriel was no different, yearning to gain skills so that she too may come to the aid of her surroundings when needed. She grew quickly and wild, with a spirit that was untamed, yet gentle and loving.

When she had reached the young age of 52, her life changed. The elders had taught her all they knew, and yet it wasn’t enough. She wanted to know how and why and when. All they could offer her is that this was how it had always been. It had worked then and worked now so why bother with anything else. Summoning up her strength and courage, Nimthiriel set out to find what she craved. Hearing tales of people called rangers, and that they could be found across the river, that is where she went.

The town her people referred to as River Crossing, was an odd place. It was full of noise, disgusting smells, and sights that made her want to blush. How could she ever find knowledge here? Corruption abounded, but that was not for her. Strengthening her resolve, she continued out of town to the northeast. A long road lay before her, but she could scent another river to the north. Maybe she had to cross that river. The further she walked, the scenery changed. Rolling hills to volcanic debris, sparse woodlands that evolved into marshy places, until finally she reached the river. Finding her meager swimming skills inadequate, she opted to spend what little coin she had on a ferry ride. It would seem that the fates had smiled upon her. When she landed, she found a city that was a city, but not. People seemed to pass through more often than stay, and she sensed natural surroundings on the outskirts. Mayhaps this was where she was to find her destiny?

Instinct told her to go east, so that is the direction she traversed. Stepping outside the gate she could hear people discussing bows, hunting, and which plants were best for what wound. Heading toward the voices, she came to a tent with several individuals sitting outside it. They were a friendly lot, and she quite enjoyed their conversation. She stayed there until one by one her companions left. Curiosity about the tent overcame her, and she braved to venture inside.
As soon as she entered, a voice greeted her. Once her eyes grew accustomed to the change in lighting, she noticed a woman clad in worn leather pants and a green tunic. A quarterstaff lay over her lap, and her fingers grazed the surface at varying intervals. Overall the woman looked as if she had seen better days and that her current situation in the tent was luxury beyond what she had known. The lady introduced herself as Ievia, leader of the Ranger Guild of Riverhaven. The two exchanged pleasantries, and Ievia was kind enough to answer Nimthiriel’s many questions. A feeling of purpose and determination culminated in that moment. It was then that she chose the path that was to be her constant joy, that of being a ranger.

==The Dark Times==

Sometimes things are best left unsaid. Nimthiriel had faltered, and became a shell of an elf. Had she had to endure much more she surely would have faded, but fate had other ideas. While there was still a flicker of her original self left, Nimthiriel disappeared to let time and space heal her broken soul.

==Nimthiriel Finds a Voice==

As if waking from a dream, Nimthiriel emerged from the darkness. New life and energy surged through her, and she vowed to herself that she would never again be diminished. She had a mind of her own, a solid set of skills, and a fire in her soul. She burned bright as the sun. There would not be another moment that she would allow herself to be controlled. No one would be her keeper or ruler. Her voice would never be silenced again.

[[File:Nimthiriel_Portrait.jpg|300px|right]]
{{PCSkills}}

[[Category:Player Forest Elf]]

Nimthiriel

2018-09-26T22:33:19Z

LUMINARIA:

Nimthiriel

2018-09-26T19:55:59Z

LUMINARIA:

Nimthiriel

2018-09-26T19:53:32Z

LUMINARIA:

{{PC
|name=Nimthiriel
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|guild=Ranger
|instance=Prime
}}
[[File:Nimthiriel_Portrait.jpg|300px|right]]
{{PCSkills}}

==Description==
You are Forest Wraith Nimthiriel, an Elf.
You have an oval face, pointed ears, sparkling emerald eyes and a small nose. Your golden hair is very long and wavy, and is worn loose. You have fair skin and a slender figure.
You are average height for an Elf.
You are an adult.
Your thigh has a tattoo of Elven ivy twining upward, bearing deep green leaves covered in a thin, sparkling layer of frost.
Nimthiriel was born on the 7th day of the 10th month of Nissa the Maiden in the year of the Golden Panther, 359 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer.

[[Category:Player Forest Elf]]

Nimthiriel

2018-09-26T19:10:56Z

LUMINARIA:

{{PC
|name=Nimthiriel
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|guild=Ranger
|instance=Prime
}}
[[File:Nimthiriel_Portrait.jpg|300px|right]]
{{PCSkills}}

[[Category:Player Forest Elf]]

Nimthiriel

2016-03-29T01:30:49Z

LUMINARIA:

{{PC
|name=Nimthiriel
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|guild=Ranger
|instance=Prime
}}
[[File:Nimthiriel_Portrait.jpg|300px|right]]
{{PCSkills}}

File:Nimthiriel Portrait.jpg

2016-03-29T01:25:41Z

LUMINARIA: LUMINARIA uploaded a new version of "File:Nimthiriel Portrait.jpg": http://digital-art-gallery.com/picture/18534 Image used with permission from Corrado Vanelli (artist) and ImagineFX (magazine that image was made for originally). [[Catego

http://digital-art-gallery.com/picture/18534

Image used with permission from Corrado Vanelli (artist) and ImagineFX (magazine that image was made for originally).

File:Nimthiriel Portrait.jpg

2016-03-29T01:21:57Z

LUMINARIA: http://digital-art-gallery.com/picture/18534 Image used with permission from Corrado Vanelli (artist) and ImagineFX (magazine that image was made for originally).

http://digital-art-gallery.com/picture/18534

Image used with permission from Corrado Vanelli (artist) and ImagineFX (magazine that image was made for originally).

Nimthiriel

2016-03-16T23:51:36Z

LUMINARIA:

{{PC
|name=Nimthiriel
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|guild=Ranger
|instance=Prime
}}

{{PCSkills}}

Nimthiriel

2016-03-16T23:46:30Z

LUMINARIA: Created page with "{{PC |name=Nimthiriel |status=Active |race=Elf |gender=Female |guild=Ranger |instance=Prime }} {{PCSkills}}"

{{PC
|name=Nimthiriel
|status=Active
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|guild=Ranger
|instance=Prime
}}

{{PCSkills}}

Elothean Spirit

2016-02-03T03:53:53Z

LUMINARIA:

{{boat
|name=
|class= Cog
|look=
|rooms= 3
|pilot= Nicshaog
|captain= Nimthiriel
|crew= {{Mem|Hammerfist,Jairem}}
|fare=
|route=
|extras= none
|source= [[RanikMap1f|Barana's Shipyard]]
}}

{{RoomDescription|roomname=The Elothean Spirit, Bow
|desc= The bowsprit stretches forward from the ship where the starboard and port gunnels meet. An iron-banded oak capstan is bolted securely to the deck for use in hauling up the anchor, setting the shrouds, or any other work where great purchases are required. 
Ship paths: aft.}}

{{RoomDescription|roomname=The Elothean Spirit, Main Deck
|desc=A brass-hinged gangway is inset into the starboard bulwark, allowing for a boarding plank to be ran in and out from there with ease. The ship's rigging hangs above like an intricate spider's web. You also see the main mast and the mainsail. 
Ship paths: forward, aft.}}

{{RoomDescription|roomname=The Elothean Spirit, Quarterdeck
|desc=In the middle of the quarterdeck is the ship's wheel mounted on a slightly higher platform. Shrouds, running from mast to cleats on the bulwark, are ran overhead along with sheets from the ship's rigging. You also see a large spoked wheel, the ship's bell and Pilot Nicshaog. 
Ship paths: forward.}}

==Pilot==
You see Pilot Nicshaog, an Elothean. 
He is wearing a simple tunic and some sailcloth trousers.

==History==

==Notes==
* At one time was Captained by [[Aetherie]] and crewed by [[Jairem]].
* Currently captained by [[Nimthiriel]].
* [[Jairem]] is the current Ship's Mate and [[Hammerfist]] is the Ship's Master.

{{cat|Ships,Private ships}}

Elothean Spirit

2016-02-03T03:42:44Z

LUMINARIA:

{{boat
|name=
|class= Cog
|look=
|rooms= 3
|pilot= Nicshaog
|captain= Nimthiriel
|crew= {{Mem|Hammerfist,Jairem, Odji}}
|fare=
|route=
|extras= none
|source= [[RanikMap1f|Barana's Shipyard]]
}}

{{RoomDescription|roomname=The Elothean Spirit, Bow
|desc= The bowsprit stretches forward from the ship where the starboard and port gunnels meet. An iron-banded oak capstan is bolted securely to the deck for use in hauling up the anchor, setting the shrouds, or any other work where great purchases are required. 
Ship paths: aft.}}

{{RoomDescription|roomname=The Elothean Spirit, Main Deck
|desc=A brass-hinged gangway is inset into the starboard bulwark, allowing for a boarding plank to be ran in and out from there with ease. The ship's rigging hangs above like an intricate spider's web. You also see the main mast and the mainsail. 
Ship paths: forward, aft.}}

{{RoomDescription|roomname=The Elothean Spirit, Quarterdeck
|desc=In the middle of the quarterdeck is the ship's wheel mounted on a slightly higher platform. Shrouds, running from mast to cleats on the bulwark, are ran overhead along with sheets from the ship's rigging. You also see a large spoked wheel, the ship's bell and Pilot Nicshaog. 
Ship paths: forward.}}

==Pilot==
You see Pilot Nicshaog, an Elothean. 
He is wearing a simple tunic and some sailcloth trousers.

==History==

==Notes==
* At one time was Captained by [[Aetherie]] and crewed by [[Jairem]].
* Currently captained by [[Nimthiriel]].
* [[Jairem]] is the current Ship's Mate and [[Hammerfist]] is the Ship's Master.

{{cat|Ships,Private ships}}

Elothean Spirit

2015-10-25T06:08:36Z

LUMINARIA:

Elothean Spirit

2015-10-25T06:08:01Z

LUMINARIA:

{{boat
|name=
|class= Cog
|look=
|rooms= 3
|pilot= Nicshaog
|captain= Nimthiriel
|crew= {{Mem|Liurilias,Jairem, Odji}}
|fare=
|route=
|extras= none
|source= [[RanikMap1f|Barana's Shipyard]]
}}

{{RoomDescription|roomname=The Elothean Spirit, Bow
|desc= The bowsprit stretches forward from the ship where the starboard and port gunnels meet. An iron-banded oak capstan is bolted securely to the deck for use in hauling up the anchor, setting the shrouds, or any other work where great purchases are required. 
Ship paths: aft.}}

{{RoomDescription|roomname=The Elothean Spirit, Main Deck
|desc=A brass-hinged gangway is inset into the starboard bulwark, allowing for a boarding plank to be ran in and out from there with ease. The ship's rigging hangs above like an intricate spider's web. You also see the main mast and the mainsail. 
Ship paths: forward, aft.}}

{{RoomDescription|roomname=The Elothean Spirit, Quarterdeck
|desc=In the middle of the quarterdeck is the ship's wheel mounted on a slightly higher platform. Shrouds, running from mast to cleats on the bulwark, are ran overhead along with sheets from the ship's rigging. You also see a large spoked wheel, the ship's bell and Pilot Nicshaog. 
Ship paths: forward.}}

==Pilot==
You see Pilot Nicshaog, an Elothean. 
He is wearing a simple tunic and some sailcloth trousers.

==History==

==Notes==
* At one time was Captained by [[Aetherie]] and crewed by [[Jairem]].
* Currently captained by [[Nimthiriel]].
* [[Jairem]] is the current Ship's Mate and [[Hammerfist]] is the Ship's Master.
* [[Odji]] also serves as a Seaman aboard this vessel.

{{Cat|Ships, Private Ships}}

Elothean Spirit

2015-10-25T05:49:02Z

LUMINARIA:

{{boat
|name=
|class= Cog
|look=
|rooms= 3
|pilot= Nicshaog
|captain= Nimthiriel
|crew= {{Mem|Liurilias,Jairem, Odji}}
|fare=
|route=
|extras= none
|source= [[RanikMap1f|Barana's Shipyard]]
}}

{{RoomDescription|roomname=The Elothean Spirit, Bow
|desc= The bowsprit stretches forward from the ship where the starboard and port gunnels meet. An iron-banded oak capstan is bolted securely to the deck for use in hauling up the anchor, setting the shrouds, or any other work where great purchases are required. 
Ship paths: aft.}}

{{RoomDescription|roomname=The Elothean Spirit, Main Deck
|desc=A brass-hinged gangway is inset into the starboard bulwark, allowing for a boarding plank to be ran in and out from there with ease. The ship's rigging hangs above like an intricate spider's web. You also see the main mast and the mainsail. 
Ship paths: forward, aft.}}

{{RoomDescription|roomname=The Elothean Spirit, Quarterdeck
|desc=In the middle of the quarterdeck is the ship's wheel mounted on a slightly higher platform. Shrouds, running from mast to cleats on the bulwark, are ran overhead along with sheets from the ship's rigging. You also see a large spoked wheel, the ship's bell and Pilot Nicshaog. 
Ship paths: forward.}}

==Pilot==
You see Pilot Nicshaog, an Elothean. 
He is wearing a simple tunic and some sailcloth trousers.

==History==

==Notes==
* At one time was Captained by [[Aetherie]] and crewed by [[Jairem]].
* Currently captained by [[Belphoebe]].
* [[Jairem]] is the current Ship's Mate and [[Liurilias]] is the Ship's Master.
* [[Odji]] also serves as a Seaman aboard this vessel.

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Seord family

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== House Seord ==

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Family Crest - A black hand raised above a flame engulfed stone keep set upon a blood red field

"seord gar hoyiro" 

'''All before mentioned alliances are now null and void!'''
'''No Alliance with House Silvermist'''
''Walcar Seord'' 

The Seord Family: 

The creation of the Seord Family is owned and accredited to a redeemed paladin named, Walcar. 

Walcar’s journey is a private and personal one however his brush with the darkness had become 
legendary. His redemption has been considered unfathomable by some however it has all been rendered 
possible by his family. The family had grown beyond reason becoming vastly one of the largest families 
of Elanthia. 

So what does it mean to be a Seord? 
To be Seord is to be family. Acceptance is granted under the dark wings of Walcar, the redeemed. The family 
bridges and grows in an uncontrollable direction. It embraces both the souls of the light and the dark of Elanthia… 
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~~Nideaya Le'Risque-Seord~~
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== Members of the House ==
<pre>
* Dark Lord Walcar Seord * God of War Zalan Erebus
+ Lady Karissa + Puppet Master Aayveia
- Enchantress of Fire Bellicia - Transcedent Ranger Aldanniel
+ Cleric Padhg * Charming Korutu Sarka
- Glosswyn * Force of Nature Annieka Sarka
- Aerella - Woodland Faerie Brittini
- Bodie +Aseron
- Erfie
- Khaelyn * Pirate Princess Nideaya
- Seceyl * Captain Regalorn
- Purruna * House Cleric Deeter
- Yuko * Theale Tallelm-Seord
- Teraica * Chaos Fire Cleric Kyodan
- Leighlia * Rayvena
- Kalyie * Ihya
- Master Sileno * Dread Dreaderic
- Brother Slayer Cythra * Death Wielder Vinjince
- Protecter Mujaki * Speaker Haileyann
- Mage Endel + Telekinetic Warrior Ercold
- Shadow Ramiyah
- Rayndrop
- Lady Aeymi
* Mother Syance
* Shade Walker Nimthiriel
+ Gweld Sathranit Hammerfist Wasutumi
* Master Nikaras
* Master Moonmage Drayden
+ Shakaari
* Legendary Imingin
</pre>

Many families have pledged loyalty to the House Seord. 
Erebus 
Sarka 
Le'Resique 
Duvaindis 
Tallelm 
Sarka 

'''Is your family next?'''
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