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Samyaza

2025-11-11T07:44:09Z

RAISHI: add external song link

[[File:Samyaza2.jpg|thumb]]
You are [https://suno.com/s/mu9UamW47umHRRZh Samyaza] of Elanthia, a Human.

You have an angular face with laugh lines, silver-flecked steely grey eyes, an aquiline nose and dimples. Your blue-black hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn tied back. You have tanned skin and a wiry build.

You are a bit over average height for a Human.

You are in your prime.

You have a tattoo of a sleek snow leopard caught in mid-leap on your shoulder.

You are in good shape.

You are wearing a gleaming sungold armguard sculpted into a phoenix wing, a pair of dark imperial weave pants with diamond-hide straps buckled by sungold, a pair of tenebrous crimson dragon-hide dueling gloves fit with icesteel buckles, an assassin's Imperial weave coat lined with diamond-hide, a deeply-cowled black dragonar mantle lined with tenebrous crimson diamond-hide, a smoi leather thigh sheath inlaid with a truegold and moonsilver battle scene, a tailored voidfrost lampas vest with round ebony buttons, a shimmering sapphire blue diamond-hide belt with an icesteel dragon buckle, a full-sleeved knivesman's shirt with gilded embroidery along the cuffs, a pair of drake-winged boots composed of tenebrous black diamond-hide, a utility bag reinforced with diamond-hide lining, a glowing silverwood case inlaid with sungold and blackened moonsilver, a luminous lockpick wristcuff of braided moonsilver strands, a twisted oath ring of sandstone and silvered glass, a thick agonite earcuff inlaid with xenomite fragments and a tiny murder crow charm.

{{Player character|Player Name=Samyaza|Race=Human|Gender=Male|Guild=Thief|Instance=Prime|Status=Alive|rev=1|Relative=None Known}}

File:Samyaza2.jpg

2025-11-11T07:04:17Z

RAISHI:

Samyaza portrait

Samyaza

2025-11-11T07:00:07Z

RAISHI: Created page with "You are Samyaza of Elanthia, a Human. You have an angular face with laugh lines, silver-flecked steely grey eyes, an aquiline nose and dimples. Your blue-black hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn tied back. You have tanned skin and a wiry build. You are a bit over average height for a Human. You are in your prime. You have a tattoo of a sleek snow leopard caught in mid-leap on your shoulder. You are in good shape. You are wearing a gleaming sungold ar..."

You are Samyaza of Elanthia, a Human.

You have an angular face with laugh lines, silver-flecked steely grey eyes, an aquiline nose and dimples. Your blue-black hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn tied back. You have tanned skin and a wiry build.

You are a bit over average height for a Human.

You are in your prime.

You have a tattoo of a sleek snow leopard caught in mid-leap on your shoulder.

You are in good shape.

You are wearing a gleaming sungold armguard sculpted into a phoenix wing, a pair of dark imperial weave pants with diamond-hide straps buckled by sungold, a pair of tenebrous crimson dragon-hide dueling gloves fit with icesteel buckles, an assassin's Imperial weave coat lined with diamond-hide, a deeply-cowled black dragonar mantle lined with tenebrous crimson diamond-hide, a smoi leather thigh sheath inlaid with a truegold and moonsilver battle scene, a tailored voidfrost lampas vest with round ebony buttons, a shimmering sapphire blue diamond-hide belt with an icesteel dragon buckle, a full-sleeved knivesman's shirt with gilded embroidery along the cuffs, a pair of drake-winged boots composed of tenebrous black diamond-hide, a utility bag reinforced with diamond-hide lining, a glowing silverwood case inlaid with sungold and blackened moonsilver, a luminous lockpick wristcuff of braided moonsilver strands, a twisted oath ring of sandstone and silvered glass, a thick agonite earcuff inlaid with xenomite fragments and a tiny murder crow charm.

{{Player character|Player Name=Samyaza|Race=Human|Gender=Male|Guild=Thief|Instance=Prime|Status=Alive|rev=1|Relative=None Known}}

Kellory

2024-04-01T14:52:23Z

RAISHI:

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|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Male
|guild=Moon Mage
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|relat=None
|toc=y
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[[File:Kellory the MoonMage.jpg|thumb]]
You are Kellory Dweomercraefter of Elanthia, an Elf.
You have an angular face, pointed ears, silver-flecked violet eyes, a classical nose and dimples. Your silver hair is long and fine, and is worn braided in a regal coronet threaded with a sleek cord of braided nightsilk knotted with scoundrel's diamonds. You have fair skin and an athletic build.
You are tall for an Elf.
A dark moonstone that resembles Katamba floats lazily around your head, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.
You are young.
You are in good shape.

You are wearing an eldritch sanowret crystal set within a loimic tomiek-iguji broodling, a pair of Imperial weave fighting pants lined with diamond-hide, an assassin's Imperial weave coat lined with diamond-hide, a diamond-hide ceremonial shield trimmed in softly glowing blued moonsilver, a luminescent ouroboros band of sungold and blued moonsilver, a pair of black diamond-hide boots with radiant sungold wings, a sophisticated wildlace pocket with a luminescent crimson moonsilver clasp, a witch ball, a shimmering midnight black faeweave sash clasped with a sungold and moonsilver medallion, a smooth mask of lilac moonsilver, a hooded lotusweave longcoat edged with eerie blackened moonsilver constellations, a luminous lockpick wristcuff of braided moonsilver strands, a cambrinth river boa snakelet with glossy imbricated scales, a black songsilk fateweaver's satchel limned with a glowing moonsilver web, a swirling eddy of incandescent light bound by a gold-striated coralite frame and a pallid dreamstone ouroboros fretted into a knot.

Celestial Heritage:

From his earliest days, Kellory was different. The silver-flecked violet of his eyes mirrored the night sky, and the dark moonstone that floated lazily around him symbolized his innate connection to the celestial realm. It was said among the villagers that the moonstone was a gift from the heavens themselves, a marker of his future as a Moon Mage destined to wield the mysteries of the celestial.

Training and Discovery:

Kellory's upbringing was steeped in the lore of the moon and stars. His parents, both scholars of celestial phenomena, guided his first steps in understanding the rhythms of the cosmos. As Kellory grew, so did his thirst for knowledge. He spent countless nights under the open sky, learning to read the stories written in the stars, deciphering the secrets of lunar phases, and drawing on the power they bestowed.

His training was not confined to the academic. The village elders, sensing the potential within him, taught him the ancient arts of the Moon Mages, a discipline that blended magic with the celestial forces. Kellory learned to harness the moon's energy to cast spells, predict futures, and, most uniquely, bend the moon's light to his will, creating illusions indistinguishable from reality.

The Journey Begins:

Kellory's destiny was not to remain in the safety of his village—the world beyond called to him, a whisper on the wind that spoke of a greater purpose. With mastery over celestial magic burgeoning, Kellory left his home, guided by the stars and the mysterious pull of his moonstone.

His travels took him to the great city of Shard and beyond, into the heart of Elanthia. He encountered creatures of darkness, remnants of an age when magic ran untamed and wild. With each challenge, Kellory's powers grew, as did his understanding of the delicate balance between light and dark, between the celestial and the terrestrial.

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File:Kellory the MoonMage.jpg

2024-04-01T14:50:59Z

RAISHI:

a Version

Item:Heavy cloak of layered animal furs with a gnarled grimwood clasp

2024-03-24T05:58:24Z

RAISHI: Created page with "{{Item |look=Several layers of mismatched animal furs make up the bulk of the garment. A gnarled and knotted piece of midnight-black wood dappled with pale grey rosettes serves as a clasp to secure the garment to the wearer. |MTag=animal furs |ptype=clothing |verby=No |pcrystal=No |atmos=No |istone=No |wearloc=shoulders |weight=20 |appcost=135000 |rarity=incidental |enchanted=No |feature-change=No |generator=No |sourcetype=- |fname=No }}"

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Setne

2024-03-18T05:23:55Z

RAISHI:

== '''Character''' ==
{{PC
|name=Setne Inhetep
|status=a
|race=Human
|gender=Male
|guild=Cleric
|instance=Prime
|relat=None
|toc=y
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[[File:Setne.png|thumb]]
You see Setne Inhetep, Iron Chronicler of Elanthia, a Human.

Setne has a square face, sparkling gold eyes and a classical nose. He is bald, with tanned skin and an athletic build.

He is tall for a Human.

He appears to be an adult.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing an exquisitely tailored shirt composed of black seasilk, an ebony pilgrim's badge inlaid with a thirteen-pointed star, a prancing cambrinth fox affixed to a silver chain, a pair of leather midnight-black owl-winged boots, a pair of charcoal grey seasilk pants, an empty kertig prayer bead chain interspersed with faceted black diamond beads, a luminous lockpick wristcuff of braided moonsilver strands, a deeply-cowled black samite mantle with a tenebrous crimson velvet lining and a hand-tooled highwayman's belt of black morgawr leather.

== '''Background''' ==

Setne Inhetep of Elanthia, a Human, was born and raised in a humble village in the vast desert expanse near Muspar'I. From a young age, Setne displayed a natural affinity for the arcane arts, drawing the villagers' attention with his innate connection to magic. His parents, simple farmers, observed with pride as their son's abilities grew, recognizing the spark of divine potential within him.

As Setne matured, he felt a calling deep within his soul, a beckoning to serve a higher purpose. Guided by visions and dreams, he embarked on a spiritual journey, seeking out the temple of Meraud, the immortal god of magic and wisdom. There, amidst the ancient halls of knowledge, Setne found his true calling as a cleric devoted to the service of Meraud.

Under the tutelage of the temple's elders, Setne honed his skills in the arcane arts, mastering the intricate rituals and sacred incantations of divine magic. His bald head, adorned with the symbols of Meraud's favor, shone with a radiant glow, a testament to his unwavering faith and dedication to his deity.

Setne's adventures took him far and wide across the desert sands of Elanthia, as he sought to spread the teachings of Meraud and protect the innocent from the forces of darkness. His towering stature and commanding presence inspired awe and reverence among those who crossed his path, while his compassionate heart and unwavering courage earned him the respect of allies and adversaries alike.

Though the desert winds whispered tales of ancient mysteries and forgotten powers, Setne remained steadfast in his mission, ever vigilant in his duty to uphold the sanctity of magic and safeguard the realm from harm. As a beacon of hope in a world fraught with peril, Setne Inhetep of Elanthia stood as a shining example of divine grace and mortal valor, a testament to the indomitable spirit of the human soul.

Setne

2024-03-18T05:22:14Z

RAISHI:

== '''Character''' ==
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|name=Setne Inhetep
|status=a
|race=Human
|gender=Male
|guild=Cleric
|instance=Prime
|relat=None
|toc=y
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[[File:Setne.png|thumb]]
You see Setne Inhetep, Iron Chronicler of Elanthia, a Human.

Setne has a square face, sparkling gold eyes and a classical nose. He is bald, with tanned skin and an athletic build.

He is tall for a Human.

He appears to be an adult.

He is in good shape.

== '''Background''' ==

Setne Inhetep of Elanthia, a Human, was born and raised in a humble village in the vast desert expanse near Muspar'I. From a young age, Setne displayed a natural affinity for the arcane arts, drawing the villagers' attention with his innate connection to magic. His parents, simple farmers, observed with pride as their son's abilities grew, recognizing the spark of divine potential within him.

As Setne matured, he felt a calling deep within his soul, a beckoning to serve a higher purpose. Guided by visions and dreams, he embarked on a spiritual journey, seeking out the temple of Meraud, the immortal god of magic and wisdom. There, amidst the ancient halls of knowledge, Setne found his true calling as a cleric devoted to the service of Meraud.

Under the tutelage of the temple's elders, Setne honed his skills in the arcane arts, mastering the intricate rituals and sacred incantations of divine magic. His bald head, adorned with the symbols of Meraud's favor, shone with a radiant glow, a testament to his unwavering faith and dedication to his deity.

Setne's adventures took him far and wide across the desert sands of Elanthia, as he sought to spread the teachings of Meraud and protect the innocent from the forces of darkness. His towering stature and commanding presence inspired awe and reverence among those who crossed his path, while his compassionate heart and unwavering courage earned him the respect of allies and adversaries alike.

Though the desert winds whispered tales of ancient mysteries and forgotten powers, Setne remained steadfast in his mission, ever vigilant in his duty to uphold the sanctity of magic and safeguard the realm from harm. As a beacon of hope in a world fraught with peril, Setne Inhetep of Elanthia stood as a shining example of divine grace and mortal valor, a testament to the indomitable spirit of the human soul.

Setne

2024-03-18T05:21:36Z

RAISHI:

== '''Character''' ==
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|status=a
|race=Human
|gender=Male
|guild=Cleric
|instance=Prime
|relat=None
|toc=y
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[[File:Setne.png|thumb]]
You see Setne Inhetep, Iron Chronicler of Elanthia, a Human.

Setne has a square face, sparkling gold eyes and a classical nose. He is bald, with tanned skin and an athletic build.

He is tall for a Human.

He appears to be an adult.

He is in good shape.

== '''Background''' ==

Setne Inhetep of Elanthia, a Human, was born and raised in a humble village in the vast desert expanse near Muspar'I. From a young age, Setne displayed a natural affinity for the arcane arts, drawing the villagers' attention with his innate connection to magic. His parents, simple farmers, observed with pride as their son's abilities grew, recognizing the spark of divine potential within him.

As Setne matured, he felt a calling deep within his soul, a beckoning to serve a higher purpose. Guided by visions and dreams, he embarked on a spiritual journey, seeking out the temple of Meraud, the immortal god of magic and wisdom. There, amidst the ancient halls of knowledge, Setne found his true calling as a cleric devoted to the service of Meraud.

Under the tutelage of the temple's elders, Setne honed his skills in the arcane arts, mastering the intricate rituals and sacred incantations of divine magic. His bald head, adorned with the symbols of Meraud's favor, shone with a radiant glow, a testament to his unwavering faith and dedication to his deity.

Setne's adventures took him far and wide across the desert sands of Elanthia, as he sought to spread the teachings of Meraud and protect the innocent from the forces of darkness. His towering stature and commanding presence inspired awe and reverence among those who crossed his path, while his compassionate heart and unwavering courage earned him the respect of allies and adversaries alike.

Though the desert winds whispered tales of ancient mysteries and forgotten powers, Setne remained steadfast in his mission, ever vigilant in his duty to uphold the sanctity of magic and safeguard the realm from harm. As a beacon of hope in a world fraught with peril, Setne Inhetep of Elanthia stood as a shining example of divine grace and mortal valor, a testament to the indomitable spirit of the human soul.
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Frosts

2024-03-18T04:12:54Z

RAISHI: Update background

{{Player character
|Player Name=Frosts Deathstalker
|Status=a
|Race=Human
|Gender=Male
|Guild=Warrior Mage
|Instance=Prime
|Relative=orphan
}}
[[File:Frosts.webp|thumb]]

==Description==

You see '''Frosts Deathstalker''', [[Warrior_Mage|War Wizard]] of Elanthia, a [[Human|Human]].

Frosts's body is encrusted with an elegant lattice of brownish-white crystals.

Frosts has an angular face with laugh lines, slightly pointed ears, silver-flecked stormy grey eyes and a classical nose. His silver-streaked snow-white hair is long and fine, and is worn pulled back in a loose ponytail bound with a length of tarnished silver wire. He has fair skin and an athletic build.

He is tall for a Human.

A circle of obsidian is positioned between his eyes, surrounded by an aura of shadow rippling against his skin.

He appears to be mature.

He is in good shape.

==Background==

Frost's tale begins in mystery, with his past obscured as the fog that rolls over the mountains. Not knowing the date of his birth, he chose to celebrate it on a day marked by destiny—the day he was discovered by his mentor, a wandering Warrior Mage, on the40th day of the 8th month of Skullcleaver the Dwarven Axe in the year of the Silver Unicorn, 336 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer. This date signifies the beginning of his known life and the day his fate was irrevocably altered, intertwining with the arcane and the ancient lore of the land.

Frost's earliest memory is nothing short of traumatic, a vivid scene of a young boy, 4 or 5 years old, standing alone in a field of sanguine snow, surrounded by dismembered remains, a grim tableau under a blood-red sky. How he came to be in such a macabre setting or why he seemed to have been spared is lost to him, an enigma wrapped within the fog of his mind. His survival in such dire circumstances would later be regarded by many as a sign of his resilience and, perhaps, a darker destiny awaiting him.

Salvation came in the form of an elderly Warrior Mage, a lone wanderer whose path fatefully crossed with Frost's on that dreadful day. Seeing the boy amidst the carnage, the mage took it upon himself to rescue him from the desolate field. With no memory of his past and no known kin, Frost was to be delivered to the nearest human village by the mage—however, a bond formed between the old mage and the young boy during their journey. Having lived a solitary life dedicated to the arcane arts, the mage found an unexpected apprentice in Frost. He noticed the boy's innate affinity for magic when he taught him simple elemental cantrips to pass the time. Realizing Frost's potential and considering his legacy, the mage took the boy under his wing as his pupil.

In the absence of any memory of his own identity, the mage named him Frost, inspired by the boy's pale hair, which seemed as if touched by the frost of winter itself. This name would come to symbolize not only his appearance but also his nature—reserved yet capable of profound transformation, mirroring the quiet before a snowfall and the inevitable change it brings to the landscape.

Under the tutelage of the Warrior Mage, Frost would grow to master the elemental magics, his affinity for ice and snow becoming a signature of his prowess. Yet, his heart remained troubled by the shadows of his unknown past, driving him to seek answers and understand the full extent of his abilities and purpose. With each spell cast and mystery unraveled Frost would step closer to his destiny, which might hold the key to understanding the circumstances of his earliest memory and the role he plays in the larger tapestry of the realm's fate.

==Notes==

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Pretorius

2024-03-18T03:58:46Z

RAISHI: update character

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|name=Pretorius
|status=a
|race=Human
|gender=Male
|guild=Thief
|instance=Prime
|relat=None
|toc=y
}}
[[File:Pretorius2.png|thumb]]
You see Pretorius, Iron Chronicler of Elanthia, a Human.

Pretorius has an angular face with laugh lines, silver-flecked steely grey eyes, an aquiline nose and dimples. His blue-black hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn pulled back in a loose ponytail bound with a luminous braided wire of moonsilver and sungold. He has tanned skin and a wiry build.

He is a bit over average height for a Human.

He appears to be in his prime.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing wearing a loosely fitting imperial weave fighting shirt with an eventide moonstone clasp, a pair of tenebrous crimson dragon-hide dueling gloves fit with icesteel buckles, a pair of dark imperial weave pants with diamond-hide straps buckled by sungold, an icesteel armguard shaped like a snarling dragon, a pair of drake-winged boots composed of tenebrous black diamond-hide, a shimmering sapphire blue diamond-hide belt with an icesteel dragon buckle, a utility bag reinforced with diamond-hide lining, a glowing silverwood case inlaid with sungold and blackened moonsilver, a striking icesilk kit with a trio of tempest sapphire lockpicks, a luminous lockpick wristcuff of braided moonsilver strands, a diamond-hide leather lootbag, a twisted oath ring of sandstone and silvered glass, a thick agonite earcuff inlaid with xenomite fragments, a tiny murder crow charm and a deeply-cowled black dragonar mantle lined with tenebrous crimson diamond-hide.

'''Background:'''

Pretorius of Theren, destined for the shadows yet illuminated by loyalty, weaves a compelling tale in the fantastical realm of Elanthia. Born to humble origins in the verdant, mystical expanse of Theren, a land where the whispers of ancient magic still echo through the towering forests and undulating hills, Pretorius was marked by fate with a name that hinted at both nobility and challenge.

His journey took a pivotal turn when his family, seeking fortunes or perhaps fleeing destiny, moved to the Crossing. It was there, amidst the bustling streets and chaotic blend of cultures, that tragedy struck, leaving young Pretorius an orphan. The Crossing's slums became both his crucible and his home. Here, in the labyrinthine alleys and shadowed corners, Pretorius found his calling in the art of thievery—yet it was not merely survival that shaped his path but a deeper, unyielding sense of loyalty.

Pretorius grew under the tutelage of the shadows, his fingers becoming as adept at picking locks as his mind was at unraveling the puzzles of the human heart. Despite the harshness of his environment and the moral ambiguity of his profession, Pretorius clung to a code of honor unseen in the daylight realms. He was a beacon of unwavering loyalty to his friends, a man who would traverse through fire and time to aid those he called kin. His word, once given, was as solid as the ancient oaks of Theren.

Yet, to his enemies, Pretorius was a dragon, fearsome and relentless. He harbored no mercy for those who crossed him or threatened what he held dear. In the darkness, his enemies whispered tales of a shadow that could not be caught, a thief who struck with the precision of a dragon's claw and the swiftness of a gusting wind.

Pretorius's journey is one of duality, a balance between light and shadow. His adventures are myriad, spanning the hidden depths of Elanthia's most forbidden vaults to the dazzling heights of its courtly intrigues. Yet, through it all, his heart remains steadfast—loyal to his friends, a terror to his foes, and ever in pursuit of that which lies just beyond the reach of the ordinary.

In the realm of Elanthia, Pretorius's name becomes a legend whispered on the wind. It is the story of a boy from Theren who embraced the darkness to bring light to those he loved. His tale is one of betrayal and friendship, of loss and triumph—a reminder that even in a world brimming with magic, the greatest power lies in the human heart.
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Kellory

2024-03-15T03:54:02Z

RAISHI: adding additional portrait

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|name=Kellory Dweomercraefter
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Male
|guild=Moon Mage
|instance=Prime
|relat=None
|toc=y
}}
[[File:Kellory2.webp|thumb]]
[[File:Kellory1.png|thumb]]
You are Kellory Dweomercraefter of Elanthia, an Elf.
You have an angular face, pointed ears, silver-flecked violet eyes, a classical nose and dimples. Your silver hair is long and fine, and is worn braided in a regal coronet threaded with a sleek cord of braided nightsilk knotted with scoundrel's diamonds. You have fair skin and an athletic build.
You are tall for an Elf.
A dark moonstone that resembles Katamba floats lazily around your head, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.
You are young.
You are in good shape.

You are wearing an eldritch sanowret crystal set within a loimic tomiek-iguji broodling, a pair of Imperial weave fighting pants lined with diamond-hide, an assassin's Imperial weave coat lined with diamond-hide, a diamond-hide ceremonial shield trimmed in softly glowing blued moonsilver, a luminescent ouroboros band of sungold and blued moonsilver, a pair of black diamond-hide boots with radiant sungold wings, a sophisticated wildlace pocket with a luminescent crimson moonsilver clasp, a witch ball, a shimmering midnight black faeweave sash clasped with a sungold and moonsilver medallion, a smooth mask of lilac moonsilver, a hooded lotusweave longcoat edged with eerie blackened moonsilver constellations, a luminous lockpick wristcuff of braided moonsilver strands, a cambrinth river boa snakelet with glossy imbricated scales, a black songsilk fateweaver's satchel limned with a glowing moonsilver web, a swirling eddy of incandescent light bound by a gold-striated coralite frame and a pallid dreamstone ouroboros fretted into a knot.

Celestial Heritage:

From his earliest days, Kellory was different. The silver-flecked violet of his eyes mirrored the night sky, and the dark moonstone that floated lazily around him symbolized his innate connection to the celestial realm. It was said among the villagers that the moonstone was a gift from the heavens themselves, a marker of his future as a Moon Mage destined to wield the mysteries of the celestial.

Training and Discovery:

Kellory's upbringing was steeped in the lore of the moon and stars. His parents, both scholars of celestial phenomena, guided his first steps in understanding the rhythms of the cosmos. As Kellory grew, so did his thirst for knowledge. He spent countless nights under the open sky, learning to read the stories written in the stars, deciphering the secrets of lunar phases, and drawing on the power they bestowed.

His training was not confined to the academic. The village elders, sensing the potential within him, taught him the ancient arts of the Moon Mages, a discipline that blended magic with the celestial forces. Kellory learned to harness the moon's energy to cast spells, predict futures, and, most uniquely, bend the moon's light to his will, creating illusions indistinguishable from reality.

The Journey Begins:

Kellory's destiny was not to remain in the safety of his village—the world beyond called to him, a whisper on the wind that spoke of a greater purpose. With mastery over celestial magic burgeoning, Kellory left his home, guided by the stars and the mysterious pull of his moonstone.

His travels took him to the great city of Shard and beyond, into the heart of Elanthia. He encountered creatures of darkness, remnants of an age when magic ran untamed and wild. With each challenge, Kellory's powers grew, as did his understanding of the delicate balance between light and dark, between the celestial and the terrestrial.

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File:Kellory1.png

2024-03-15T03:53:14Z

RAISHI:

gaze

Pretorius

2024-03-15T03:49:06Z

RAISHI: adding portrait

{{PC
|name=Pretorius
|status=a
|race=Human
|gender=Male
|guild=Thief
|instance=Prime
|relat=None
|toc=y
}}
[[File:Pretorius2.png|thumb]]
You are Pretorius, Iron Chronicler of Elanthia, a Human.
You have an angular face with laugh lines, silver-flecked steely grey eyes, an aquiline nose and dimples. Your blue-black hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn pulled back in a loose ponytail bound with a luminous braided wire of moonsilver and sungold. You have tanned skin and a wiry build.
You are a bit over average height for a Human.
You are in your prime.
You are in good shape.

You are wearing a loosely fitting imperial weave fighting shirt with an eventide moonstone clasp, a pair of tenebrous crimson dragon-hide dueling gloves fit with icesteel buckles, a pair of dark imperial weave pants with diamond-hide straps buckled by sungold, an icesteel armguard shaped like a snarling dragon, a pair of drake-winged boots composed of tenebrous black diamond-hide, a shimmering sapphire blue diamond-hide belt with an icesteel dragon buckle, a utility bag reinforced with diamond-hide lining, a prayer-inscribed Akul'tiz skull, a glowing silverwood case inlaid with sungold and blackened moonsilver, a striking icesilk kit with a trio of tempest sapphire lockpicks, a luminous lockpick wristcuff of braided moonsilver strands, a diamond-hide leather lootbag, an Elven gold crown displaying a massive green dwalgim, a twisted oath ring of sandstone and silvered glass, a thick agonite earcuff inlaid with xenomite fragments, a tiny murder crow charm and a deeply-cowled black dragonar mantle lined with tenebrous crimson diamond-hide.

Background:

Pretorius of Theren, destined for the shadows yet illuminated by loyalty, weaves a compelling tale in the fantastical realm of Elanthia. Born to humble origins in the verdant, mystical expanse of Theren, a land where the whispers of ancient magic still echo through the towering forests and undulating hills, Pretorius was marked by fate with a name that hinted at both nobility and challenge.

His journey took a pivotal turn when his family, seeking fortunes or perhaps fleeing destiny, moved to the Crossing. It was there, amidst the bustling streets and chaotic blend of cultures, that tragedy struck, leaving young Pretorius an orphan. The Crossing's slums became both his crucible and his home. Here, in the labyrinthine alleys and shadowed corners, Pretorius found his calling in the art of thievery—yet it was not merely survival that shaped his path but a deeper, unyielding sense of loyalty.

Pretorius grew under the tutelage of the shadows, his fingers becoming as adept at picking locks as his mind was at unraveling the puzzles of the human heart. Despite the harshness of his environment and the moral ambiguity of his profession, Pretorius clung to a code of honor unseen in the daylight realms. He was a beacon of unwavering loyalty to his friends, a man who would traverse through fire and time to aid those he called kin. His word, once given, was as solid as the ancient oaks of Theren.

Yet, to his enemies, Pretorius was a dragon, fearsome and relentless. He harbored no mercy for those who crossed him or threatened what he held dear. In the darkness, his enemies whispered tales of a shadow that could not be caught, a thief who struck with the precision of a dragon's claw and the swiftness of a gusting wind.

Pretorius's journey is one of duality, a balance between light and shadow. His adventures are myriad, spanning the hidden depths of Elanthia's most forbidden vaults to the dazzling heights of its courtly intrigues. Yet, through it all, his heart remains steadfast—loyal to his friends, a terror to his foes, and ever in pursuit of that which lies just beyond the reach of the ordinary.

In the realm of Elanthia, Pretorius's name becomes a legend whispered on the wind. It is the story of a boy from Theren who embraced the darkness to bring light to those he loved. His tale is one of betrayal and friendship, of loss and triumph—a reminder that even in a world brimming with magic, the greatest power lies in the human heart.
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File:Pretorius2.png

2024-03-15T03:46:38Z

RAISHI:

as he look into the future

Pretorius

2024-03-15T03:45:18Z

RAISHI: Character page creation

{{PC
|name=Pretorius
|status=a
|race=Human
|gender=Male
|guild=Thief
|instance=Prime
|relat=None
|toc=y
}}
You are Pretorius, Iron Chronicler of Elanthia, a Human.
You have an angular face with laugh lines, silver-flecked steely grey eyes, an aquiline nose and dimples. Your blue-black hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn pulled back in a loose ponytail bound with a luminous braided wire of moonsilver and sungold. You have tanned skin and a wiry build.
You are a bit over average height for a Human.
You are in your prime.
You are in good shape.

You are wearing a loosely fitting imperial weave fighting shirt with an eventide moonstone clasp, a pair of tenebrous crimson dragon-hide dueling gloves fit with icesteel buckles, a pair of dark imperial weave pants with diamond-hide straps buckled by sungold, an icesteel armguard shaped like a snarling dragon, a pair of drake-winged boots composed of tenebrous black diamond-hide, a shimmering sapphire blue diamond-hide belt with an icesteel dragon buckle, a utility bag reinforced with diamond-hide lining, a prayer-inscribed Akul'tiz skull, a glowing silverwood case inlaid with sungold and blackened moonsilver, a striking icesilk kit with a trio of tempest sapphire lockpicks, a luminous lockpick wristcuff of braided moonsilver strands, a diamond-hide leather lootbag, an Elven gold crown displaying a massive green dwalgim, a twisted oath ring of sandstone and silvered glass, a thick agonite earcuff inlaid with xenomite fragments, a tiny murder crow charm and a deeply-cowled black dragonar mantle lined with tenebrous crimson diamond-hide.

Background:

Pretorius of Theren, destined for the shadows yet illuminated by loyalty, weaves a compelling tale in the fantastical realm of Elanthia. Born to humble origins in the verdant, mystical expanse of Theren, a land where the whispers of ancient magic still echo through the towering forests and undulating hills, Pretorius was marked by fate with a name that hinted at both nobility and challenge.

His journey took a pivotal turn when his family, seeking fortunes or perhaps fleeing destiny, moved to the Crossing. It was there, amidst the bustling streets and chaotic blend of cultures, that tragedy struck, leaving young Pretorius an orphan. The Crossing's slums became both his crucible and his home. Here, in the labyrinthine alleys and shadowed corners, Pretorius found his calling in the art of thievery—yet it was not merely survival that shaped his path but a deeper, unyielding sense of loyalty.

Pretorius grew under the tutelage of the shadows, his fingers becoming as adept at picking locks as his mind was at unraveling the puzzles of the human heart. Despite the harshness of his environment and the moral ambiguity of his profession, Pretorius clung to a code of honor unseen in the daylight realms. He was a beacon of unwavering loyalty to his friends, a man who would traverse through fire and time to aid those he called kin. His word, once given, was as solid as the ancient oaks of Theren.

Yet, to his enemies, Pretorius was a dragon, fearsome and relentless. He harbored no mercy for those who crossed him or threatened what he held dear. In the darkness, his enemies whispered tales of a shadow that could not be caught, a thief who struck with the precision of a dragon's claw and the swiftness of a gusting wind.

Pretorius's journey is one of duality, a balance between light and shadow. His adventures are myriad, spanning the hidden depths of Elanthia's most forbidden vaults to the dazzling heights of its courtly intrigues. Yet, through it all, his heart remains steadfast—loyal to his friends, a terror to his foes, and ever in pursuit of that which lies just beyond the reach of the ordinary.

In the realm of Elanthia, Pretorius's name becomes a legend whispered on the wind. It is the story of a boy from Theren who embraced the darkness to bring light to those he loved. His tale is one of betrayal and friendship, of loss and triumph—a reminder that even in a world brimming with magic, the greatest power lies in the human heart.
{{PCSkills
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Frost

2024-03-14T15:26:55Z

RAISHI: adding pic

{{PC
|name=Frost
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Male
|guild=Warrior Mage
|instance=Prime
|relat=None
|toc=y
}}
[[File:Frost5.png|thumb]]
[[File:Frost4.png|thumb|another one]]
[[File:Icm fullxfull.285829960 bvs9mhjtnhw8wwccg0k0.jpg|thumb]]
You are Frost of Elanthia, an Elf.

You have a square-jawed face, pointed ears, sparkling violet eyes, an aquiline nose and dimples. Your snow-white-streaked blue-black hair is long and fine, and is worn tied back in an elegant chignon held in place by an aldamdin hairband with a faceted night diamond. You have fair skin and an athletic build.

You are tall for an Elf.

You are young.

You are in good shape.

You are wearing a Dwarven iron bracer studded with kertig spikes, an icesteel coiled dragon band, a braided armure anklet dangling spherical-shaped vengeance ruby charms, an etched frozen-bone wristcuff, a dull serpent earcuff, a demonbone wrist knife with a blackened edge, a weatherproofed leather war wizard's pack, a war wizard's utility belt set with a vibrant yellow spiritgem, a translucent mistglass tetrahedron, a pair of thornweave trousers reinforced by heavy golden stitching, a long sky blue tunic wrapped in a veil of soft mists, a war wizard's heavy grey steelsilk longcoat, a hoarfrost white sanowret crystal, a watered steel sigilated ring ensconced with pure white spiritwood, some gryphon winged black goblin skin riding boots with engraved kertig toecaps and an ornate niello ring.

Background:

In the enchanted realm of Elanthia, where magic flows like the breath of the wind and mysteries lurk in every shadow, a young forest elf named Frost exists. Born beneath the ancient boughs of Sana'ati trees in a small village nestled deep within the verdant embrace of the forest, Frost's story begins amidst the whispering leaves and murmuring streams of his homeland.

From a young age, Frost was keenly interested in the mystical energies that permeated his world. While other elven children frolicked amidst the dappled sunlight, Frost could often be lost in quiet contemplation, attuning himself to the subtle rhythms of nature and the elemental forces that swirled through the air.

Frost's talents blossomed as he grew older, and he found himself drawn to studying elemental magic. Under the tutelage of the village's wise elders and the guidance of the elemental spirits that inhabited the Sana'ati trees, Frost honed his skills in manipulating Aether, Electricity, Fire, Water, Earth, and Air, learning to harness the raw power of these elements to his will.

But Frost was not alone in his journey. Gildor, a fuzzy black sun bear who had become his loyal familiar, trotted by his side. With his gentle yet fierce demeanor, Gildor was a constant companion to Frost, offering both companionship and protection as they ventured forth into the world beyond their village.

With each passing year, Frost felt the pull of the wider world growing stronger, beckoning him to journey beyond the familiar borders of his homeland and explore the wonders that lay beyond. And so, with Gildor at his side and a heart filled with anticipation, Frost set forth into the unknown.

Their journey would take them across sweeping plains and towering mountains, through ancient forests and forgotten ruins, as Frost sought to test his skills against the myriad challenges that awaited him. Along the way, he would encounter allies and adversaries alike, each offering lessons to be learned and trials to be overcome.

But through it all, Frost and Gildor would remain steadfast in their bond, drawing strength from each other as they forged a path that would lead them to greatness. For in the magical realm of Elanthia, where the line between reality and myth is blurred, the journey of a young forest elf and his loyal sun bear familiar is just beginning, and the adventures that await them are as boundless as the stars in the night sky.

Familiar:

Gildor the fuzzy black sun bear with patches of golden fur

Reddish-gold fur works its way up the bear's snout to surround a pair of dark chocolate eyes that stare back into your own. A matching heart-shaped patch of fur is centered on the bear's chest.
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File:Icm fullxfull.285829960 bvs9mhjtnhw8wwccg0k0.jpg

2024-03-14T15:13:16Z

RAISHI:

character commission

Camwolf

2024-03-14T15:11:55Z

RAISHI: small update

{{PC
|name=Camwolf
|status=a
|race=Human
|gender=Male
|guild=Cleric
|instance=Prime
|relat=None
|toc=y
}}
[[File:Canwolf.png|thumb]]
You are Camwolf, Iron Chronicler of Elanthia, a Human.
You have an angular face with laugh lines, gold-flecked sapphire eyes and a classical nose. You are bald, with tanned skin and an athletic build.
You are tall for a Human.
You are middle-aged.
A dim orb of rippling cerulean light hovers like a will-o-wisp, following you diligently.

You are wearing a leather thigh bag heavily-beaded in cambrinth with the image of a fierce panther, a pugilist's armguard of layered black steel plates, a black darkspine case wrapped in dangling golden chains, a deeply-hooded camouflage longcoat of dark blues and greys, an elaborate mistsilk kit adorned with night diamond panthers, a coarse punka coat with a reinforced design, some scratched bronze heavy plate greaves, some lumium scale gloves, a lumium ring helm, a light lumium plate mask, a rowan pilgrim's badge depicting the Misenseor Abbey, a braided cord rosary strung with several wooden beads, a small silversteel cowbell etched with daisy garlands along the rim, a black diamond-studded ceremonial shield emblazoned with a burgundy raven, a black gem pouch, a twisted glaes prayer bead chain adorned with faceted diamond beads, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a hexagonal cambrinth prism suspended from a long electrum chain, some winged taupe leather boots, a swirling eddy of incandescent light bound by a gold-striated coralite frame, an ornate niello ring, a luminous lockpick wristcuff of braided moonsilver strands, a blue-lacquered ghast skull, a vibrant golden apple of polished lava sphalerite, a thin e'erdream ring bereft of decoration and a demonbone wrist knife with a blackened edge.

Background:

In the mystical realm of Elanthia, where magic dances through the air and divine influence weaves through the fabric of existence, there exists a cleric whose journey through life has been as remarkable as the powers they wield. Born beneath the twilight sky of the city of Crossing, nestled amidst ancient forests and soaring peaks, this cleric's name is Camwolf, Iron Chronicler of Elanthia.

Camwolf's childhood was marked by an unusual affinity for the divine, even from the earliest moments of his youth. Raised within the confines of the Temple of the Thirteen Aspects, he was surrounded by the teachings of the gods from the day he drew breath. The temple stood as a beacon of faith, honoring the thirteen aspects of the divine, from the serene Lightbearer to the fierce Stormlord.

But it was not just the teachings of the clergy that shaped Camwolf's destiny. As a child, he often wandered the sacred groves surrounding Crossing, communing with nature and feeling the earth's pulse beneath his feet. During these solitary moments, he first felt the whispers of the gods, guiding him along a path that would lead to a deeper understanding of the divine.

Yet, Camwolf's childhood was not without its trials. At the tender age of ten, he was entrusted with the care of a wounded griffin fledgling, its majestic wings torn and broken. Through tireless devotion and unwavering faith, Camwolf tended to the creature, nursing it back to health with ancient healing rituals passed down through generations.

Camwolf's connection to the divine grew stronger as the years passed. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to studying the Thirteen Aspects, delving into the ancient texts and scriptures with a fervor unmatched by his peers. Guided by his mentors within the temple, he honed his skills in the arts of healing and restoration, channeling the blessings of the gods to mend the wounds of both body and soul.

But Camwolf's destiny was not confined to the walls of the temple. As whispers of dark forces stirring in the shadows reached his ears, he knew his path would lead him beyond the safety of Crossing. With a heart filled with courage and a soul ablaze with faith, he entered the world, ready to confront the darkness that threatened to engulf the land.

Armed with the blessings of the Thirteen Aspects and guided by the wisdom of the divine, Camwolf, Iron Chronicler of Elanthia, stands as a beacon of hope, a champion of the light, and a guardian of the realms.
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File:Canwolf.png

2024-03-14T15:10:42Z

RAISHI:

character description

Frost

2024-03-14T05:04:59Z

RAISHI: add portrait

{{PC
|name=Frost
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Male
|guild=Warrior Mage
|instance=Prime
|relat=None
|toc=y
}}
[[File:Frost5.png|thumb]]
[[File:Frost4.png|thumb|another one]]
You are Frost of Elanthia, an Elf.

You have a square-jawed face, pointed ears, sparkling violet eyes, an aquiline nose and dimples. Your snow-white-streaked blue-black hair is long and fine, and is worn tied back in an elegant chignon held in place by an aldamdin hairband with a faceted night diamond. You have fair skin and an athletic build.

You are tall for an Elf.

You are young.

You are in good shape.

You are wearing a Dwarven iron bracer studded with kertig spikes, an icesteel coiled dragon band, a braided armure anklet dangling spherical-shaped vengeance ruby charms, an etched frozen-bone wristcuff, a dull serpent earcuff, a demonbone wrist knife with a blackened edge, a weatherproofed leather war wizard's pack, a war wizard's utility belt set with a vibrant yellow spiritgem, a translucent mistglass tetrahedron, a pair of thornweave trousers reinforced by heavy golden stitching, a long sky blue tunic wrapped in a veil of soft mists, a war wizard's heavy grey steelsilk longcoat, a hoarfrost white sanowret crystal, a watered steel sigilated ring ensconced with pure white spiritwood, some gryphon winged black goblin skin riding boots with engraved kertig toecaps and an ornate niello ring.

Background:

In the enchanted realm of Elanthia, where magic flows like the breath of the wind and mysteries lurk in every shadow, a young forest elf named Frost exists. Born beneath the ancient boughs of Sana'ati trees in a small village nestled deep within the verdant embrace of the forest, Frost's story begins amidst the whispering leaves and murmuring streams of his homeland.

From a young age, Frost was keenly interested in the mystical energies that permeated his world. While other elven children frolicked amidst the dappled sunlight, Frost could often be lost in quiet contemplation, attuning himself to the subtle rhythms of nature and the elemental forces that swirled through the air.

Frost's talents blossomed as he grew older, and he found himself drawn to studying elemental magic. Under the tutelage of the village's wise elders and the guidance of the elemental spirits that inhabited the Sana'ati trees, Frost honed his skills in manipulating Aether, Electricity, Fire, Water, Earth, and Air, learning to harness the raw power of these elements to his will.

But Frost was not alone in his journey. Gildor, a fuzzy black sun bear who had become his loyal familiar, trotted by his side. With his gentle yet fierce demeanor, Gildor was a constant companion to Frost, offering both companionship and protection as they ventured forth into the world beyond their village.

With each passing year, Frost felt the pull of the wider world growing stronger, beckoning him to journey beyond the familiar borders of his homeland and explore the wonders that lay beyond. And so, with Gildor at his side and a heart filled with anticipation, Frost set forth into the unknown.

Their journey would take them across sweeping plains and towering mountains, through ancient forests and forgotten ruins, as Frost sought to test his skills against the myriad challenges that awaited him. Along the way, he would encounter allies and adversaries alike, each offering lessons to be learned and trials to be overcome.

But through it all, Frost and Gildor would remain steadfast in their bond, drawing strength from each other as they forged a path that would lead them to greatness. For in the magical realm of Elanthia, where the line between reality and myth is blurred, the journey of a young forest elf and his loyal sun bear familiar is just beginning, and the adventures that await them are as boundless as the stars in the night sky.

Familiar:

Gildor the fuzzy black sun bear with patches of golden fur

Reddish-gold fur works its way up the bear's snout to surround a pair of dark chocolate eyes that stare back into your own. A matching heart-shaped patch of fur is centered on the bear's chest.
{{PCSkills
|Collapse=No
}}

File:Frost4.png

2024-03-14T05:04:26Z

RAISHI:

alt

Frost

2024-03-14T05:03:18Z

RAISHI: Portrait update

{{PC
|name=Frost
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Male
|guild=Warrior Mage
|instance=Prime
|relat=None
|toc=y
}}
[[File:Frost5.png|thumb]]
You are Frost of Elanthia, an Elf.

You have a square-jawed face, pointed ears, sparkling violet eyes, an aquiline nose and dimples. Your snow-white-streaked blue-black hair is long and fine, and is worn tied back in an elegant chignon held in place by an aldamdin hairband with a faceted night diamond. You have fair skin and an athletic build.

You are tall for an Elf.

You are young.

You are in good shape.

You are wearing a Dwarven iron bracer studded with kertig spikes, an icesteel coiled dragon band, a braided armure anklet dangling spherical-shaped vengeance ruby charms, an etched frozen-bone wristcuff, a dull serpent earcuff, a demonbone wrist knife with a blackened edge, a weatherproofed leather war wizard's pack, a war wizard's utility belt set with a vibrant yellow spiritgem, a translucent mistglass tetrahedron, a pair of thornweave trousers reinforced by heavy golden stitching, a long sky blue tunic wrapped in a veil of soft mists, a war wizard's heavy grey steelsilk longcoat, a hoarfrost white sanowret crystal, a watered steel sigilated ring ensconced with pure white spiritwood, some gryphon winged black goblin skin riding boots with engraved kertig toecaps and an ornate niello ring.

Background:

In the enchanted realm of Elanthia, where magic flows like the breath of the wind and mysteries lurk in every shadow, a young forest elf named Frost exists. Born beneath the ancient boughs of Sana'ati trees in a small village nestled deep within the verdant embrace of the forest, Frost's story begins amidst the whispering leaves and murmuring streams of his homeland.

From a young age, Frost was keenly interested in the mystical energies that permeated his world. While other elven children frolicked amidst the dappled sunlight, Frost could often be lost in quiet contemplation, attuning himself to the subtle rhythms of nature and the elemental forces that swirled through the air.

Frost's talents blossomed as he grew older, and he found himself drawn to studying elemental magic. Under the tutelage of the village's wise elders and the guidance of the elemental spirits that inhabited the Sana'ati trees, Frost honed his skills in manipulating Aether, Electricity, Fire, Water, Earth, and Air, learning to harness the raw power of these elements to his will.

But Frost was not alone in his journey. Gildor, a fuzzy black sun bear who had become his loyal familiar, trotted by his side. With his gentle yet fierce demeanor, Gildor was a constant companion to Frost, offering both companionship and protection as they ventured forth into the world beyond their village.

With each passing year, Frost felt the pull of the wider world growing stronger, beckoning him to journey beyond the familiar borders of his homeland and explore the wonders that lay beyond. And so, with Gildor at his side and a heart filled with anticipation, Frost set forth into the unknown.

Their journey would take them across sweeping plains and towering mountains, through ancient forests and forgotten ruins, as Frost sought to test his skills against the myriad challenges that awaited him. Along the way, he would encounter allies and adversaries alike, each offering lessons to be learned and trials to be overcome.

But through it all, Frost and Gildor would remain steadfast in their bond, drawing strength from each other as they forged a path that would lead them to greatness. For in the magical realm of Elanthia, where the line between reality and myth is blurred, the journey of a young forest elf and his loyal sun bear familiar is just beginning, and the adventures that await them are as boundless as the stars in the night sky.

Familiar:

Gildor the fuzzy black sun bear with patches of golden fur

Reddish-gold fur works its way up the bear's snout to surround a pair of dark chocolate eyes that stare back into your own. A matching heart-shaped patch of fur is centered on the bear's chest.
{{PCSkills
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}}

File:Frost5.png

2024-03-14T05:02:07Z

RAISHI:

one

Setne

2024-03-14T04:53:40Z

RAISHI: update character

{{PC
|name=Setne Inhetep
|status=a
|race=Human
|gender=Male
|guild=Cleric
|instance=Prime
|relat=None
|toc=y
}}
[[File:Setne.png|thumb]]
You are Setne Inhetep of Elanthia, a Human.
A bright aura of holy energy emanates from you, standing tall and shining with a powerful inner fortitude.
You have a square face, sparkling gold eyes and a classical nose. You are bald, with tanned skin and an athletic build.
You are tall for a Human.
You are an adult.

You are wearing a prancing cambrinth fox affixed to a silver chain, an ebony pilgrim's badge inlaid with a thirteen-pointed star, a pair of leather midnight-black owl-winged boots, a pair of charcoal grey seasilk pants, an empty kertig prayer bead chain interspersed with faceted black diamond beads, a luminous lockpick wristcuff of braided moonsilver strands, a deeply-cowled black samite mantle with a tenebrous crimson velvet lining and a hand-tooled highwayman's belt of black morgawr leather.

Background:

Setne Inhetep of Elanthia, a Human, was born and raised in a humble village in the vast desert expanse near Muspar'I. From a young age, Setne displayed a natural affinity for the arcane arts, drawing the villagers' attention with his innate connection to magic. His parents, simple farmers, observed with pride as their son's abilities grew, recognizing the spark of divine potential within him.

As Setne matured, he felt a calling deep within his soul, a beckoning to serve a higher purpose. Guided by visions and dreams, he embarked on a spiritual journey, seeking out the temple of Meraud, the immortal god of magic and wisdom. There, amidst the ancient halls of knowledge, Setne found his true calling as a cleric devoted to the service of Meraud.

Under the tutelage of the temple's elders, Setne honed his skills in the arcane arts, mastering the intricate rituals and sacred incantations of divine magic. His bald head, adorned with the symbols of Meraud's favor, shone with a radiant glow, a testament to his unwavering faith and dedication to his deity.

Setne's adventures took him far and wide across the desert sands of Elanthia, as he sought to spread the teachings of Meraud and protect the innocent from the forces of darkness. His towering stature and commanding presence inspired awe and reverence among those who crossed his path, while his compassionate heart and unwavering courage earned him the respect of allies and adversaries alike.

Though the desert winds whispered tales of ancient mysteries and forgotten powers, Setne remained steadfast in his mission, ever vigilant in his duty to uphold the sanctity of magic and safeguard the realm from harm. As a beacon of hope in a world fraught with peril, Setne Inhetep of Elanthia stood as a shining example of divine grace and mortal valor, a testament to the indomitable spirit of the human soul.
{{PCSkills
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File:Setne.png

2024-03-14T04:52:51Z

RAISHI:

Portriat

Setne

2024-03-14T04:51:27Z

RAISHI: Created page with "{{PC |name=Setne Inhetep |status=a |race=Human |gender=Male |guild=Cleric |instance=Prime |relat=None |toc=y }} You are Setne Inhetep of Elanthia, a Human. A bright aura of holy energy emanates from you, standing tall and shining with a powerful inner fortitude. You have a square face, sparkling gold eyes and a classical nose. You are bald, with tanned skin and an athletic build. You are tall for a Human. You are an adult. You are wearing a prancing cambrinth f..."

{{PC
|name=Setne Inhetep
|status=a
|race=Human
|gender=Male
|guild=Cleric
|instance=Prime
|relat=None
|toc=y
}}
You are Setne Inhetep of Elanthia, a Human.
A bright aura of holy energy emanates from you, standing tall and shining with a powerful inner fortitude.
You have a square face, sparkling gold eyes and a classical nose. You are bald, with tanned skin and an athletic build.
You are tall for a Human.
You are an adult.

You are wearing a prancing cambrinth fox affixed to a silver chain, an ebony pilgrim's badge inlaid with a thirteen-pointed star, a pair of leather midnight-black owl-winged boots, a pair of charcoal grey seasilk pants, an empty kertig prayer bead chain interspersed with faceted black diamond beads, a luminous lockpick wristcuff of braided moonsilver strands, a deeply-cowled black samite mantle with a tenebrous crimson velvet lining and a hand-tooled highwayman's belt of black morgawr leather.

Background:

Setne Inhetep of Elanthia, a Human, was born and raised in a humble village in the vast desert expanse near Muspar'I. From a young age, Setne displayed a natural affinity for the arcane arts, drawing the villagers' attention with his innate connection to magic. His parents, simple farmers, observed with pride as their son's abilities grew, recognizing the spark of divine potential within him.

As Setne matured, he felt a calling deep within his soul, a beckoning to serve a higher purpose. Guided by visions and dreams, he embarked on a spiritual journey, seeking out the temple of Meraud, the immortal god of magic and wisdom. There, amidst the ancient halls of knowledge, Setne found his true calling as a cleric devoted to the service of Meraud.

Under the tutelage of the temple's elders, Setne honed his skills in the arcane arts, mastering the intricate rituals and sacred incantations of divine magic. His bald head, adorned with the symbols of Meraud's favor, shone with a radiant glow, a testament to his unwavering faith and dedication to his deity.

Setne's adventures took him far and wide across the desert sands of Elanthia, as he sought to spread the teachings of Meraud and protect the innocent from the forces of darkness. His towering stature and commanding presence inspired awe and reverence among those who crossed his path, while his compassionate heart and unwavering courage earned him the respect of allies and adversaries alike.

Though the desert winds whispered tales of ancient mysteries and forgotten powers, Setne remained steadfast in his mission, ever vigilant in his duty to uphold the sanctity of magic and safeguard the realm from harm. As a beacon of hope in a world fraught with peril, Setne Inhetep of Elanthia stood as a shining example of divine grace and mortal valor, a testament to the indomitable spirit of the human soul.
{{PCSkills
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}}

Frosts

2024-03-14T04:29:21Z

RAISHI: add portrait

{{Player character
|Player Name=Frosts Deathstalker
|Status=a
|Race=Human
|Gender=Male
|Guild=Warrior Mage
|Instance=Prime
|Relative=orphan
}}
[[File:Frosts.webp|thumb]]

==Description==

You are '''Frosts Deathstalker''', [[Warrior_Mage|War Wizard]] of Elanthia, a [[Human|Human]].<br>
You have an angular face with laugh lines, slightly pointed ears, silver-flecked stormy grey eyes and a classical nose. Your silver-streaked snow-white hair is long and fine, and is worn in a casual style with a length of tarnished silver wire holding it in place. You have fair skin and an athletic build. You are tall for a Human. A circle of obsidian is positioned between your eyes, surrounded by an aura of shadow rippling against your skin.<br>
You appear to be middle-aged.

You are wearing a battle monk's parry stick branded with interlocking holy symbols, some lumium mail gloves, an engraved iron mail balaclava, an engraved iron mail hauberk, a battered ceremonial shield decorated with Enelne's eyes, a dull serpent earcuff, a shimmering faeweave baldric with cambrinth buckles, some steel knuckles, some steelsilk footwraps, an origami-paper envelope, a dark gem pouch, an obsidian skinning knife with a leather-wrapped handle, a dull serpent earcuff, a simple wooden medallion, a simple wooden medallion, a war wizard's heavy grey steelsilk longcoat, a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a nightsilk shirt with dark buttons, a heavy cambrinth armband, a sigilated platinum ring, a pair of charcoal grey pants hemmed with a band of raw silver silk, a pair of leather midnight-black owl-winged boots, a heavy cambrinth manacle, a war wizard's utility belt set with a vibrant yellow spiritgem, a leather thigh bag heavily-beaded in cambrinth with the image of a proud wolf, and a weatherproofed leather war wizard's pack.

==Background==

Frosts pick for his birthday on the 40th day of the 8th month of Skullcleaver the Dwarven Axe in the year of the Silver Unicorn, 336 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer.

His earliest memory was of standing on a field of sanguine snow with body parts all around him. I doesn't remember how or why he got there, why he alive amid a field of corpses. He was found later day by a wandering Warrior Mage. The mage brought the boy that was Frosts with him until the boy could be drop off at the nearest human village. Along the way the mage taught a few elemental cantrips and found the boy have the knack for it, as as the mage is old and have no children to left his research to, take on boy as his pupil. Due to not having any earlier memory of himself his mentor named him Frosts for the color of his hair ( like being kiss by winter frost ).

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2024-03-14T04:29:00Z

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Kellory

2024-03-14T04:03:12Z

RAISHI: adding backstory

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|race=Elf
|gender=Male
|guild=Moon Mage
|instance=Prime
|relat=None
|toc=y
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You are Kellory Dweomercraefter of Elanthia, an Elf.
You have an angular face, pointed ears, silver-flecked violet eyes, a classical nose and dimples. Your silver hair is long and fine, and is worn braided in a regal coronet threaded with a sleek cord of braided nightsilk knotted with scoundrel's diamonds. You have fair skin and an athletic build.
You are tall for an Elf.
A dark moonstone that resembles Katamba floats lazily around your head, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.
You are young.
You are in good shape.

You are wearing an eldritch sanowret crystal set within a loimic tomiek-iguji broodling, a pair of Imperial weave fighting pants lined with diamond-hide, an assassin's Imperial weave coat lined with diamond-hide, a diamond-hide ceremonial shield trimmed in softly glowing blued moonsilver, a luminescent ouroboros band of sungold and blued moonsilver, a pair of black diamond-hide boots with radiant sungold wings, a sophisticated wildlace pocket with a luminescent crimson moonsilver clasp, a witch ball, a shimmering midnight black faeweave sash clasped with a sungold and moonsilver medallion, a smooth mask of lilac moonsilver, a hooded lotusweave longcoat edged with eerie blackened moonsilver constellations, a luminous lockpick wristcuff of braided moonsilver strands, a cambrinth river boa snakelet with glossy imbricated scales, a black songsilk fateweaver's satchel limned with a glowing moonsilver web, a swirling eddy of incandescent light bound by a gold-striated coralite frame and a pallid dreamstone ouroboros fretted into a knot.

Celestial Heritage:

From his earliest days, Kellory was different. The silver-flecked violet of his eyes mirrored the night sky, and the dark moonstone that floated lazily around him symbolized his innate connection to the celestial realm. It was said among the villagers that the moonstone was a gift from the heavens themselves, a marker of his future as a Moon Mage destined to wield the mysteries of the celestial.

Training and Discovery:

Kellory's upbringing was steeped in the lore of the moon and stars. His parents, both scholars of celestial phenomena, guided his first steps in understanding the rhythms of the cosmos. As Kellory grew, so did his thirst for knowledge. He spent countless nights under the open sky, learning to read the stories written in the stars, deciphering the secrets of lunar phases, and drawing on the power they bestowed.

His training was not confined to the academic. The village elders, sensing the potential within him, taught him the ancient arts of the Moon Mages, a discipline that blended magic with the celestial forces. Kellory learned to harness the moon's energy to cast spells, predict futures, and, most uniquely, bend the moon's light to his will, creating illusions indistinguishable from reality.

The Journey Begins:

Kellory's destiny was not to remain in the safety of his village—the world beyond called to him, a whisper on the wind that spoke of a greater purpose. With mastery over celestial magic burgeoning, Kellory left his home, guided by the stars and the mysterious pull of his moonstone.

His travels took him to the great city of Shard and beyond, into the heart of Elanthia. He encountered creatures of darkness, remnants of an age when magic ran untamed and wild. With each challenge, Kellory's powers grew, as did his understanding of the delicate balance between light and dark, between the celestial and the terrestrial.

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Kellory

2024-03-14T03:50:19Z

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2024-03-14T03:49:57Z

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2024-03-14T03:47:42Z

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Kellory

2024-03-14T03:46:32Z

RAISHI: Created page with "{{PC |name=Kellory Dweomercraefter |status=a |race=Elf |gender=Male |guild=Moon Mage |instance=Prime |relat=None |toc=y }} You are Kellory Dweomercraefter of Elanthia, an Elf. You have an angular face, pointed ears, silver-flecked violet eyes, a classical nose and dimples. Your silver hair is long and fine, and is worn braided in a regal coronet threaded with a sleek cord of braided nightsilk knotted with scoundrel's diamonds. You have fair skin and an athletic build...."

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|race=Elf
|gender=Male
|guild=Moon Mage
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You are Kellory Dweomercraefter of Elanthia, an Elf.
You have an angular face, pointed ears, silver-flecked violet eyes, a classical nose and dimples. Your silver hair is long and fine, and is worn braided in a regal coronet threaded with a sleek cord of braided nightsilk knotted with scoundrel's diamonds. You have fair skin and an athletic build.
You are tall for an Elf.
A dark moonstone that resembles Katamba floats lazily around your head, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.
You are young.
You are in good shape.

You are wearing an eldritch sanowret crystal set within a loimic tomiek-iguji broodling, a pair of Imperial weave fighting pants lined with diamond-hide, an assassin's Imperial weave coat lined with diamond-hide, a diamond-hide ceremonial shield trimmed in softly glowing blued moonsilver, a luminescent ouroboros band of sungold and blued moonsilver, a pair of black diamond-hide boots with radiant sungold wings, a sophisticated wildlace pocket with a luminescent crimson moonsilver clasp, a witch ball, a shimmering midnight black faeweave sash clasped with a sungold and moonsilver medallion, a smooth mask of lilac moonsilver, a hooded lotusweave longcoat edged with eerie blackened moonsilver constellations, a luminous lockpick wristcuff of braided moonsilver strands, a cambrinth river boa snakelet with glossy imbricated scales, a black songsilk fateweaver's satchel limned with a glowing moonsilver web, a swirling eddy of incandescent light bound by a gold-striated coralite frame and a pallid dreamstone ouroboros fretted into a knot.

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Camwolf

2024-03-14T03:17:31Z

RAISHI:

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|status=a
|race=Human
|gender=Male
|guild=Cleric
|instance=Prime
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You are Camwolf, Iron Chronicler of Elanthia, a Human.
You have an angular face with laugh lines, gold-flecked sapphire eyes and a classical nose. You are bald, with tanned skin and an athletic build.
You are tall for a Human.
You are middle-aged.
A dim orb of rippling cerulean light hovers like a will-o-wisp, following you diligently.

You are wearing a leather thigh bag heavily-beaded in cambrinth with the image of a fierce panther, a pugilist's armguard of layered black steel plates, a black darkspine case wrapped in dangling golden chains, a deeply-hooded camouflage longcoat of dark blues and greys, an elaborate mistsilk kit adorned with night diamond panthers, a coarse punka coat with a reinforced design, some scratched bronze heavy plate greaves, some lumium scale gloves, a lumium ring helm, a light lumium plate mask, a rowan pilgrim's badge depicting the Misenseor Abbey, a braided cord rosary strung with several wooden beads, a small silversteel cowbell etched with daisy garlands along the rim, a black diamond-studded ceremonial shield emblazoned with a burgundy raven, a black gem pouch, a twisted glaes prayer bead chain adorned with faceted diamond beads, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a hexagonal cambrinth prism suspended from a long electrum chain, some winged taupe leather boots, a swirling eddy of incandescent light bound by a gold-striated coralite frame, an ornate niello ring, a luminous lockpick wristcuff of braided moonsilver strands, a blue-lacquered ghast skull, a vibrant golden apple of polished lava sphalerite, a thin e'erdream ring bereft of decoration and a demonbone wrist knife with a blackened edge.

Background:

In the mystical realm of Elanthia, where magic dances through the air and divine influence weaves through the fabric of existence, there exists a cleric whose journey through life has been as remarkable as the powers they wield. Born beneath the twilight sky of the city of Crossing, nestled amidst ancient forests and soaring peaks, this cleric's name is Camwolf, Iron Chronicler of Elanthia.

Camwolf's childhood was marked by an unusual affinity for the divine, even from the earliest moments of his youth. Raised within the confines of the Temple of the Thirteen Aspects, he was surrounded by the teachings of the gods from the day he drew breath. The temple stood as a beacon of faith, honoring the thirteen aspects of the divine, from the serene Lightbearer to the fierce Stormlord.

But it was not just the teachings of the clergy that shaped Camwolf's destiny. As a child, he often wandered the sacred groves surrounding Crossing, communing with nature and feeling the earth's pulse beneath his feet. During these solitary moments, he first felt the whispers of the gods, guiding him along a path that would lead to a deeper understanding of the divine.

Yet, Camwolf's childhood was not without its trials. At the tender age of ten, he was entrusted with the care of a wounded griffin fledgling, its majestic wings torn and broken. Through tireless devotion and unwavering faith, Camwolf tended to the creature, nursing it back to health with ancient healing rituals passed down through generations.

Camwolf's connection to the divine grew stronger as the years passed. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to studying the Thirteen Aspects, delving into the ancient texts and scriptures with a fervor unmatched by his peers. Guided by his mentors within the temple, he honed his skills in the arts of healing and restoration, channeling the blessings of the gods to mend the wounds of both body and soul.

But Camwolf's destiny was not confined to the walls of the temple. As whispers of dark forces stirring in the shadows reached his ears, he knew his path would lead him beyond the safety of Crossing. With a heart filled with courage and a soul ablaze with faith, he entered the world, ready to confront the darkness that threatened to engulf the land.

Armed with the blessings of the Thirteen Aspects and guided by the wisdom of the divine, Camwolf, Iron Chronicler of Elanthia, stands as a beacon of hope, a champion of the light, and a guardian of the realms.
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Frost

2024-03-14T03:15:53Z

RAISHI:

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|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Male
|guild=Warrior Mage
|instance=Prime
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You are Frost of Elanthia, an Elf.

You have a square-jawed face, pointed ears, sparkling violet eyes, an aquiline nose and dimples. Your snow-white-streaked blue-black hair is long and fine, and is worn tied back in an elegant chignon held in place by an aldamdin hairband with a faceted night diamond. You have fair skin and an athletic build.

You are tall for an Elf.

You are young.

You are in good shape.

You are wearing a tight bundle, a Dwarven iron bracer studded with kertig spikes, some polished thin-edged zills with silvered esoteric filigree, an icesteel coiled dragon band, a braided armure anklet dangling spherical-shaped vengeance ruby charms, an etched frozen-bone wristcuff, a dull serpent earcuff, a demonbone wrist knife with a blackened edge, a weatherproofed leather war wizard's pack, a war wizard's utility belt set with a vibrant yellow spiritgem, a translucent mistglass tetrahedron, a pair of thornweave trousers reinforced by heavy golden stitching, a long sky blue tunic wrapped in a veil of soft mists, a war wizard's heavy grey steelsilk longcoat, a hoarfrost white sanowret crystal, a watered steel sigilated ring ensconced with pure white spiritwood, some gryphon winged black goblin skin riding boots with engraved kertig toecaps and an ornate niello ring.

Background:

In the enchanted realm of Elanthia, where magic flows like the breath of the wind and mysteries lurk in every shadow, a young forest elf named Frost exists. Born beneath the ancient boughs of Sana'ati trees in a small village nestled deep within the verdant embrace of the forest, Frost's story begins amidst the whispering leaves and murmuring streams of his homeland.

From a young age, Frost was keenly interested in the mystical energies that permeated his world. While other elven children frolicked amidst the dappled sunlight, Frost could often be lost in quiet contemplation, attuning himself to the subtle rhythms of nature and the elemental forces that swirled through the air.

Frost's talents blossomed as he grew older, and he found himself drawn to studying elemental magic. Under the tutelage of the village's wise elders and the guidance of the elemental spirits that inhabited the Sana'ati trees, Frost honed his skills in manipulating Aether, Electricity, Fire, Water, Earth, and Air, learning to harness the raw power of these elements to his will.

But Frost was not alone in his journey. Gildor, a fuzzy black sun bear who had become his loyal familiar, trotted by his side. With his gentle yet fierce demeanor, Gildor was a constant companion to Frost, offering both companionship and protection as they ventured forth into the world beyond their village.

With each passing year, Frost felt the pull of the wider world growing stronger, beckoning him to journey beyond the familiar borders of his homeland and explore the wonders that lay beyond. And so, with Gildor at his side and a heart filled with anticipation, Frost set forth into the unknown.

Their journey would take them across sweeping plains and towering mountains, through ancient forests and forgotten ruins, as Frost sought to test his skills against the myriad challenges that awaited him. Along the way, he would encounter allies and adversaries alike, each offering lessons to be learned and trials to be overcome.

But through it all, Frost and Gildor would remain steadfast in their bond, drawing strength from each other as they forged a path that would lead them to greatness. For in the magical realm of Elanthia, where the line between reality and myth is blurred, the journey of a young forest elf and his loyal sun bear familiar is just beginning, and the adventures that await them are as boundless as the stars in the night sky.

Familiar:

Gildor the fuzzy black sun bear with patches of golden fur

Reddish-gold fur works its way up the bear's snout to surround a pair of dark chocolate eyes that stare back into your own. A matching heart-shaped patch of fur is centered on the bear's chest.
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Frost

2024-03-14T03:04:51Z

RAISHI: Frost and his background

You are Frost of Elanthia, an Elf.

You have a square-jawed face, pointed ears, sparkling violet eyes, an aquiline nose and dimples. Your snow-white-streaked blue-black hair is long and fine, and is worn tied back in an elegant chignon held in place by an aldamdin hairband with a faceted night diamond. You have fair skin and an athletic build.

You are tall for an Elf.

You are young.

You are in good shape.

You are wearing a tight bundle, a Dwarven iron bracer studded with kertig spikes, some polished thin-edged zills with silvered esoteric filigree, an icesteel coiled dragon band, a braided armure anklet dangling spherical-shaped vengeance ruby charms, an etched frozen-bone wristcuff, a dull serpent earcuff, a demonbone wrist knife with a blackened edge, a weatherproofed leather war wizard's pack, a war wizard's utility belt set with a vibrant yellow spiritgem, a translucent mistglass tetrahedron, a pair of thornweave trousers reinforced by heavy golden stitching, a long sky blue tunic wrapped in a veil of soft mists, a war wizard's heavy grey steelsilk longcoat, a hoarfrost white sanowret crystal, a watered steel sigilated ring ensconced with pure white spiritwood, some gryphon winged black goblin skin riding boots with engraved kertig toecaps and an ornate niello ring.

Background:

In the enchanted realm of Elanthia, where magic flows like the breath of the wind and mysteries lurk in every shadow, a young forest elf named Frost exists. Born beneath the ancient boughs of Sana'ati trees in a small village nestled deep within the verdant embrace of the forest, Frost's story begins amidst the whispering leaves and murmuring streams of his homeland.

From a young age, Frost was keenly interested in the mystical energies that permeated his world. While other elven children frolicked amidst the dappled sunlight, Frost could often be lost in quiet contemplation, attuning himself to the subtle rhythms of nature and the elemental forces that swirled through the air.

Frost's talents blossomed as he grew older, and he found himself drawn to studying elemental magic. Under the tutelage of the village's wise elders and the guidance of the elemental spirits that inhabited the Sana'ati trees, Frost honed his skills in manipulating Aether, Electricity, Fire, Water, Earth, and Air, learning to harness the raw power of these elements to his will.

But Frost was not alone in his journey. Gildor, a fuzzy black sun bear who had become his loyal familiar, trotted by his side. With his gentle yet fierce demeanor, Gildor was a constant companion to Frost, offering both companionship and protection as they ventured forth into the world beyond their village.

With each passing year, Frost felt the pull of the wider world growing stronger, beckoning him to journey beyond the familiar borders of his homeland and explore the wonders that lay beyond. And so, with Gildor at his side and a heart filled with anticipation, Frost set forth into the unknown.

Their journey would take them across sweeping plains and towering mountains, through ancient forests and forgotten ruins, as Frost sought to test his skills against the myriad challenges that awaited him. Along the way, he would encounter allies and adversaries alike, each offering lessons to be learned and trials to be overcome.

But through it all, Frost and Gildor would remain steadfast in their bond, drawing strength from each other as they forged a path that would lead them to greatness. For in the magical realm of Elanthia, where the line between reality and myth is blurred, the journey of a young forest elf and his loyal sun bear familiar is just beginning, and the adventures that await them are as boundless as the stars in the night sky.

Familiar:

Gildor the fuzzy black sun bear with patches of golden fur

Reddish-gold fur works its way up the bear's snout to surround a pair of dark chocolate eyes that stare back into your own. A matching heart-shaped patch of fur is centered on the bear's chest.

Camwolf

2024-03-14T02:42:04Z

RAISHI:

You are Camwolf, Iron Chronicler of Elanthia, a Human.
You have an angular face with laugh lines, gold-flecked sapphire eyes and a classical nose. You are bald, with tanned skin and an athletic build.
You are tall for a Human.
You are middle-aged.
A dim orb of rippling cerulean light hovers like a will-o-wisp, following you diligently.

You are wearing a leather thigh bag heavily-beaded in cambrinth with the image of a fierce panther, a pugilist's armguard of layered black steel plates, a black darkspine case wrapped in dangling golden chains, a deeply-hooded camouflage longcoat of dark blues and greys, an elaborate mistsilk kit adorned with night diamond panthers, a coarse punka coat with a reinforced design, some scratched bronze heavy plate greaves, some lumium scale gloves, a lumium ring helm, a light lumium plate mask, a rowan pilgrim's badge depicting the Misenseor Abbey, a braided cord rosary strung with several wooden beads, a small silversteel cowbell etched with daisy garlands along the rim, a black diamond-studded ceremonial shield emblazoned with a burgundy raven, a black gem pouch, a twisted glaes prayer bead chain adorned with faceted diamond beads, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a hexagonal cambrinth prism suspended from a long electrum chain, some winged taupe leather boots, a swirling eddy of incandescent light bound by a gold-striated coralite frame, an ornate niello ring, a luminous lockpick wristcuff of braided moonsilver strands, a blue-lacquered ghast skull, a vibrant golden apple of polished lava sphalerite, a thin e'erdream ring bereft of decoration and a demonbone wrist knife with a blackened edge.

Background:

In the mystical realm of Elanthia, where magic dances through the air and divine influence weaves through the fabric of existence, there exists a cleric whose journey through life has been as remarkable as the powers they wield. Born beneath the twilight sky of the city of Crossing, nestled amidst ancient forests and soaring peaks, this cleric's name is Camwolf, Iron Chronicler of Elanthia.

Camwolf's childhood was marked by an unusual affinity for the divine, even from the earliest moments of his youth. Raised within the confines of the Temple of the Thirteen Aspects, he was surrounded by the teachings of the gods from the day he drew breath. The temple stood as a beacon of faith, honoring the thirteen aspects of the divine, from the serene Lightbearer to the fierce Stormlord.

But it was not just the teachings of the clergy that shaped Camwolf's destiny. As a child, he often wandered the sacred groves surrounding Crossing, communing with nature and feeling the earth's pulse beneath his feet. During these solitary moments, he first felt the whispers of the gods, guiding him along a path that would lead to a deeper understanding of the divine.

Yet, Camwolf's childhood was not without its trials. At the tender age of ten, he was entrusted with the care of a wounded griffin fledgling, its majestic wings torn and broken. Through tireless devotion and unwavering faith, Camwolf tended to the creature, nursing it back to health with ancient healing rituals passed down through generations.

Camwolf's connection to the divine grew stronger as the years passed. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to studying the Thirteen Aspects, delving into the ancient texts and scriptures with a fervor unmatched by his peers. Guided by his mentors within the temple, he honed his skills in the arts of healing and restoration, channeling the blessings of the gods to mend the wounds of both body and soul.

But Camwolf's destiny was not confined to the walls of the temple. As whispers of dark forces stirring in the shadows reached his ears, he knew his path would lead him beyond the safety of Crossing. With a heart filled with courage and a soul ablaze with faith, he entered the world, ready to confront the darkness that threatened to engulf the land.

Armed with the blessings of the Thirteen Aspects and guided by the wisdom of the divine, Camwolf, Iron Chronicler of Elanthia, stands as a beacon of hope, a champion of the light, and a guardian of the realms.

Camwolf

2024-03-14T02:40:53Z

RAISHI: Created page with "You are Camwolf, Iron Chronicler of Elanthia, a Human. You have an angular face with laugh lines, gold-flecked sapphire eyes and a classical nose. You are bald, with tanned skin and an athletic build. You are tall for a Human. You are middle-aged. A dim orb of rippling cerulean light hovers like a will-o-wisp, following you diligently. You are wearing a leather thigh bag heavily-beaded in cambrinth with the image of a fierce panther, a pugilist's armguard of layered bl..."

You are Camwolf, Iron Chronicler of Elanthia, a Human.
You have an angular face with laugh lines, gold-flecked sapphire eyes and a classical nose. You are bald, with tanned skin and an athletic build.
You are tall for a Human.
You are middle-aged.
A dim orb of rippling cerulean light hovers like a will-o-wisp, following you diligently.

You are wearing a leather thigh bag heavily-beaded in cambrinth with the image of a fierce panther, a pugilist's armguard of layered black steel plates, a black darkspine case wrapped in dangling golden chains, a deeply-hooded camouflage longcoat of dark blues and greys, an elaborate mistsilk kit adorned with night diamond panthers, a coarse punka coat with a reinforced design, some scratched bronze heavy plate greaves, some lumium scale gloves, a lumium ring helm, a light lumium plate mask, a rowan pilgrim's badge depicting the Misenseor Abbey, a braided cord rosary strung with several wooden beads, a small silversteel cowbell etched with daisy garlands along the rim, a black diamond-studded ceremonial shield emblazoned with a burgundy raven, a black gem pouch, a twisted glaes prayer bead chain adorned with faceted diamond beads, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a hexagonal cambrinth prism suspended from a long electrum chain, some winged taupe leather boots, a swirling eddy of incandescent light bound by a gold-striated coralite frame, an ornate niello ring, a luminous lockpick wristcuff of braided moonsilver strands, a blue-lacquered ghast skull, a vibrant golden apple of polished lava sphalerite, a thin e'erdream ring bereft of decoration and a demonbone wrist knife with a blackened edge.

Background:

In the mystical realm of DragonRealms, where magic dances through the air and divine influence weaves through the fabric of existence, there exists a cleric whose journey through life has been as remarkable as the powers they wield. Born beneath the twilight sky of the city of Crossing, nestled amidst ancient forests and soaring peaks, this cleric's name is Camwolf, Iron Chronicler of Elanthia.

Camwolf's childhood was marked by an unusual affinity for the divine, even from the earliest moments of his youth. Raised within the confines of the Temple of the Thirteen Aspects, he was surrounded by the teachings of the gods from the day he drew breath. The temple stood as a beacon of faith, honoring the thirteen aspects of the divine, from the serene Lightbearer to the fierce Stormlord.

But it was not just the teachings of the clergy that shaped Camwolf's destiny. As a child, he often wandered the sacred groves surrounding Crossing, communing with nature and feeling the earth's pulse beneath his feet. During these solitary moments, he first felt the whispers of the gods, guiding him along a path that would lead to a deeper understanding of the divine.

Yet, Camwolf's childhood was not without its trials. At the tender age of ten, he was entrusted with the care of a wounded griffin fledgling, its majestic wings torn and broken. Through tireless devotion and unwavering faith, Camwolf tended to the creature, nursing it back to health with ancient healing rituals passed down through generations.

Camwolf's connection to the divine grew stronger as the years passed. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to studying the Thirteen Aspects, delving into the ancient texts and scriptures with a fervor unmatched by his peers. Guided by his mentors within the temple, he honed his skills in the arts of healing and restoration, channeling the blessings of the gods to mend the wounds of both body and soul.

But Camwolf's destiny was not confined to the walls of the temple. As whispers of dark forces stirring in the shadows reached his ears, he knew his path would lead him beyond the safety of Crossing. With a heart filled with courage and a soul ablaze with faith, he entered the world, ready to confront the darkness that threatened to engulf the land.

Armed with the blessings of the Thirteen Aspects and guided by the wisdom of the divine, Camwolf, Iron Chronicler of Elanthia, stands as a beacon of hope, a champion of the light, and a guardian of the realms.