Skandul

Skandul
Status	Active
Race	Prydaen
Gender	Female
Guild	Paladin
Instance	Prime
Relatives	Danyte

Skandul, a Prydaen.
She has an angular face, pointed ears and thick-lashed cat-slitted blue-grey eyes. Her silver-streaked deep blue mane is very long and straight, and is worn in an intricate braid threaded with some blue gossamer sjarta blooms sprinkled with snow-white geshi pearls and allowed to fall over one shoulder. She has blue-grey fur with silvered black marbling, a curving tail and an athletic figure.
She is tiny for a Prydaen.

She is wearing an elaborate pair of platinum chandelier earrings dangling tear-shaped black diamonds, a whitleather cavalier hat with a soulstone centered on its band, a black pearl eyebrow ring, a deep blue silk corset with black lace trim, a low-slung pair of billowy sapphire-blue gauze pants gathered close at the ankles, and a pair of blue-white mistglass sandals with winterweave straps.

Overview

Skandul spent a long time tormented over which immortal to follow. She was drawn to justice, but the rigidity of the traditionally paladin immortals was unappealing. She eventually settled into the soothing embrace of Eylhaar.

Skandul spent most of her first fifty circles struggling under the mentorship of the prevailing Code at the time. The hypocrisy did not sate her questions or her need for morality.

She spent a lot of time soul searching, wondering if she should just forge a new path as an urban ranger or bard. Her faith was rocky and her faith in the paladin guild was worse.

During the time of Wild Magic, Skandul felt the pull of the Triquetra. The strings in her heart and soul pulled her towards the old ways, the traditional immortals of her people. She had not studied them in the paladin guild, but matters of the soul rarely care about what the schools teach.

The times of Wild Magic were fraught with change in Skandul. She welcomed the Triquetra, but the dreams that plagued her were unsettling. For months she was chased by the rotting faces of loved ones. As the Wild Magics shifted, her dreams felt more real, more grounded in memory than fantasy. She was an assortment of occupations, wealthy, poor, happy, and sad, but each dream had the same male energy, the same confident swagger that she knew in her soul she could rely on forever. She woke from a particularly vivid premonition with the singular purpose - to find the soul that kept circling the Wheel with her.