Nimthiriel - Revision history

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	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.		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.

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	==The Beginning==		==The Beginning==

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	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.		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.


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	You are Forest Wraith Nimthiriel, an Elf.		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 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 average height for an Elf.

	You are an adult.		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.		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.		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.

LUMINARIA at 19:55, 26 September 2018

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	You are Forest Wraith Nimthiriel, an Elf.		You are Forest Wraith Nimthiriel, an Elf.
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	Your thigh has a tattoo of Elven ivy twining upward, bearing deep green leaves covered in a thin, sparkling layer of frost.		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.		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.

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LUMINARIA at 19:53, 26 September 2018

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			==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.

LUMINARIA at 19:10, 26 September 2018

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