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|name=Kaelie Rudeone |
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|race=Elf |
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|gender=Female |
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|guild=Empath |
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|instance=Prime |
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|relat=Mazrian,Jiah,Reira,Daeryean |
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[[Category:Player Wind Elf |
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==Description== |
==Description== |
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You see Harmless Biomancer Kaelie Rudeone-Daemondred, Speaker of the Order of the Black Fox, an Elf. |
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Kaelie has elegant arched eyebrows, pointed ears and green eyes. She has golden-streaked strawberry hair that is very long and straight, and is worn in a simple, loose style. She has tanned skin. She is tall for an Elf. She has a tattoo of a delicate crescent moon cradling a wolf's pawprint on her neck.<br> |
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A diffuse, honey-colored light undulates lazily across her skin, swirling and eddying with every movement. |
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==History== |
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Kaelie was born in year 308. An only child she spent much of her youth in the area of the Horse Clan. Her father, a Ranger in actuality was a bard at heart. She cherished following him as closely as she could; listening to him whistle for birds and then for joy. When he died she felt that her world ended too. The music gone from her life she ventured out of her childhood home and wandered into the area now known as Crossings. |
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She has an oval face with high cheekbones, pointed ears and elegantly arched eyebrows. Long sweeping lashes of amber frame her discerning silver-flecked celadon green eyes. She has long rose gold hair with undertones of spiced warm ginger that spill down her back in waves of shifting fiery hues. She has blush-hued lips and a sun-kissed glow. She has a toned coltish figure. |
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Having arrived in the town with little coin and very little knowledge she wandered a few days not really knowing what to do or where to go. After several days of exploration and now short on coin she found the doorway of the Empath Guild. Annael, seeming to be kind enough, inducted her into the life of being an Empath, she made it sound all so simple. Kaelie spent her days in the Infirmary learning to heal small wounds and then heal herself. Making a few friends here and there, but mostly were patients that came and went, putting coins in her pockets and gems in her pouches. She did have one good friend she made by the name of Solielle. Having heard of a town to the North that had recently been found together they navigated the Northern Trade Route to find Riverhaven. It was there she made a new home and found her first husband, Drezzle Lionsheart. A Ranger, like her father, they had a few happy years and one daughter, Jiah. |
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She has a tattoo of a delicate crescent moon cradling a wolf's pawprint on her neck. |
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Some years later there was the talk of war in the city she first found. Her husband, having disappeared long before, she felt no need to remain in Riverhaven, she packed up her daughters things and her own and traveled back to Crossing to help while the Gorbesh invaded with persistence the first place she knew other than Horse Clan. It was there that she put down roots again. Her second husband was also met there, on the pier one day, weary from the war and tired they would sit and talk. Eadric Streona, another Ranger, and she joined the Lorethew Mentor Society together and remained in Crossing until he too, like her first husband drifted away into the forest. She remained, however, seeing the end of that war and through the next with Sorrow. Watching friends and loved ones come and go. Her daughter grew up there. She retired her Mentorship and decided it would be a good thing to travel herself and for many years she remained unheard from. |
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*[[Portraits of Kaelie]] |
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Returning back to the area. That was quite the experience. Lost on the Northern Trade Route, not remembering how she got there, picking her way South again thinking of the Crossing and maybe it had disappeared in her absence. Surely it never took her *this* long before to hit the town. She could hear thoughts on the gweth, all strange voices in her head and none of the friends of times long past she felt alone as she finally reached the North East Gate. Relieved she was not doomed to be lost for all time, she found her way to the Empath Guild only to be met with Empaths on the street and Salvur grumbling at her from the place she last saw Annael. Things had indeed changed, not all for the better, in her long time away. She nodded at the new leader with glance over her shoulder and went to the street to learn what had happened to her Guild and her first teacher Annael. Empaths no longer used the guild, in some protest, she sat on the dirty street and heard the tales from some of the Empaths as to the nature of things. And there she also met Evro, a Cleric, they bonded rather quickly. Adopted a daughter by the name of Reira. Although things ended with Evro they did their best and remained friends even after the serious fighting that led to their becoming, very publically, divorced. |
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==Horse== |
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Determined to help Empaths that she was newly meeting remember how things used to be and preserve what she could she tried to involve some of them in ending the obviously failed protest and move the healing efforts back inside. She joined the unsanctioned militia Vela'tohr as a triage coordinator against the new threat of Elplazi invaders led by Alret. Helped a friend, at the time, Mazrian with a group of fighters the Ravens Guard. And finally, once more, began to mentor the young and rejoined to find her place in the Lorethew Mentor Society. One often doesn't know how things happen, but in the midst of not trying she bumped into her old friend Mazrian one evening and after spending long hours together traveling and talking they bonded. He also joined with the Mentors and can often be found on the front lawn of Jadewater Mansion together or in front of the Warrior Mage Guild talking to the young Mages. |
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Kaelies' mount, Caoimhe (pronounced KEE-vah), is sixteen hands high with a black coat spangled with tiny white spots that are concentrated over the back and hips. It has a black mane and tail. It is a gelding and has a white mark covering the left foreleg's fetlock. His coat is usually stained with the blood of his enemies. The spots on his skin are where pure evil is seeping out. He stops on a dime, usually at a full gallop, and agrees to a jump then balks. |
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==Guardian Spirit== |
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Name ~ Cathaoir (pronounced Ka-THAIR). The warrior is athletic with an air of grace and menace both, its face a mask of reticence with fierce sapphire hued eyes which reveal its true nature of protection and devotion. Its body gleams with an opalescent luster and wavers with sinuous muscle that tenses when danger draws near to the one it protects. Its hair is a waterfall of dark shimmering shadows that spills down its shoulders. On its chest, over the heart, is the mark of a wolf's paw print. |
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==Ship== |
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Galleon ~ Mazrian's Last Dance, First Mate |
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*[[Mazrian's Last Dance]] |
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==Quiet Moments== |
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===Before=== |
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''It has been 440 years, 138 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.''<br/> |
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''It is the 4th month of Shorka the Cobra in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare.''<br/> |
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''It is currently spring and it is early morning.''<br/> |
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''You're positive it's 14 roisaen before the Anlas of Hodierna's Blessing.'' |
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She is standing on the quarterdeck of The Dance near Pilot Pendal. Feeling the large ship pitch in the Reshalian Sea, she steadies her footing by placing a slender hand onto his shoulder. Tendrils of her hair curling tight as the sea spray dampens them. There is an easy smile that is the tell tale sign she is far from population on the open waters and is not subject to the health needs of everyone around her. |
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Pendal glances over, "You know you should spend more time out here. It agrees with you." |
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She shoves him playfully away, "One day. But for now I need to finish the work I have been tasked with from my guild. I am so close to having learned all the required amount of Empathy that they demand. In several weeks time I will ask for my 200th advancement in the guild and I can only hope over the decades of dedication they will not find fault with my path or conduct." She closes her eyes, her jawline tenses. They are nearing Ratha, the familiar tickle of pain and worry from the residents reaching her even as they dock. "Stay close, please, I am only checking at the Guild here to make sure I owe no debts or have tasks undone." |
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===Other Moments=== |
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*[[Kaelie/The Box|The Box]] |
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*[[Kaelie/The Scepter|The Scepter]] |
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*[[Kaelie/The Secret|The Secret]] |
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*[[Kaelie/The Big 200th|The Big 200th]] |
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*[[Kaelie/Srinoja the Shadow|Srinoja the Shadow]] |
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*[[Kaelie/Order of the Black Fox Retirement|Orderof the Black Fox Retirement]] |
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== Kaelie's Memorial Service == |
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[[Kaelie/Memorial Service|Memorial Service (abridged)]] |
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Latest revision as of 21:28, 7 May 2023
| Kaelie Rudeone | |
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| Status | Active |
| Race | Elf |
| Gender | Female |
| Guild | Empath |
| Instance | Prime |
| Relatives | Mazrian, Jiah, Reira, Daeryean |
Description
You see Harmless Biomancer Kaelie Rudeone-Daemondred, Speaker of the Order of the Black Fox, an Elf.
A diffuse, honey-colored light undulates lazily across her skin, swirling and eddying with every movement.
She has an oval face with high cheekbones, pointed ears and elegantly arched eyebrows. Long sweeping lashes of amber frame her discerning silver-flecked celadon green eyes. She has long rose gold hair with undertones of spiced warm ginger that spill down her back in waves of shifting fiery hues. She has blush-hued lips and a sun-kissed glow. She has a toned coltish figure.
She has a tattoo of a delicate crescent moon cradling a wolf's pawprint on her neck.
Horse
Kaelies' mount, Caoimhe (pronounced KEE-vah), is sixteen hands high with a black coat spangled with tiny white spots that are concentrated over the back and hips. It has a black mane and tail. It is a gelding and has a white mark covering the left foreleg's fetlock. His coat is usually stained with the blood of his enemies. The spots on his skin are where pure evil is seeping out. He stops on a dime, usually at a full gallop, and agrees to a jump then balks.
Guardian Spirit
Name ~ Cathaoir (pronounced Ka-THAIR). The warrior is athletic with an air of grace and menace both, its face a mask of reticence with fierce sapphire hued eyes which reveal its true nature of protection and devotion. Its body gleams with an opalescent luster and wavers with sinuous muscle that tenses when danger draws near to the one it protects. Its hair is a waterfall of dark shimmering shadows that spills down its shoulders. On its chest, over the heart, is the mark of a wolf's paw print.
Ship
Galleon ~ Mazrian's Last Dance, First Mate
Quiet Moments
Before
It has been 440 years, 138 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 4th month of Shorka the Cobra in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare.
It is currently spring and it is early morning.
You're positive it's 14 roisaen before the Anlas of Hodierna's Blessing.
She is standing on the quarterdeck of The Dance near Pilot Pendal. Feeling the large ship pitch in the Reshalian Sea, she steadies her footing by placing a slender hand onto his shoulder. Tendrils of her hair curling tight as the sea spray dampens them. There is an easy smile that is the tell tale sign she is far from population on the open waters and is not subject to the health needs of everyone around her.
Pendal glances over, "You know you should spend more time out here. It agrees with you."
She shoves him playfully away, "One day. But for now I need to finish the work I have been tasked with from my guild. I am so close to having learned all the required amount of Empathy that they demand. In several weeks time I will ask for my 200th advancement in the guild and I can only hope over the decades of dedication they will not find fault with my path or conduct." She closes her eyes, her jawline tenses. They are nearing Ratha, the familiar tickle of pain and worry from the residents reaching her even as they dock. "Stay close, please, I am only checking at the Guild here to make sure I owe no debts or have tasks undone."
Other Moments