Nawain

Nawain
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Status	Active
Race	Rakash
Gender	Female
Guild	Cleric
Instance	Prime
Relatives	Tekhelet

Appearance

Moonskin

You see Enelne's Voice Nawain Augtaire, Sfarns del Dzive of Siksraja, a Rakash Cleric.
A bright aura of holy energy emanates from Nawain, standing tall and shining with a powerful inner fortitude.
Nawain has a classic lupine face with laugh lines, delicate ears accented by some Ilithic applewood-carved gatekeeper butterflies dangling upon leather cords, a pair of goldenglow glaes cat-eye spectacles over golden-haloed rich zala eyes and a greying muzzle, a thick gingery red coat with white masking, a white-tipped tail and a deeply cowled cloak of dark jadeleaf cloth partially obscuring a coltish figure.
She is tiny for a Rakash.
She appears to be a pack alpha.
Her right palm has a tattoo of a stylized butterfly sketched in thick inky black lines.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a slender goldenglow glaes txistu embellished with a dragon-shaped mouthpiece, a billowing uaro's'sugi of fine leaf-green silk that is loosely wound around the head and neck, a dark green choker of muracite leaves dotted with passionfruit beryls, an ethereal butterfly fetish spreading wings of verdant moonsilver, some butterfly wings of brightly colored gossamer, a mossy green thornweave bodice edged with copper-infused Gnomish kochos, a polished asini oath ring graced with a large glittering avene, a wispy woodland tutu composed of swamp moss and adderwood twigs, a blue-white mistglass anklet encrusted with chunks of cheery yellow ismenite and a pair of dancing slippers with mossy green thornweave straps.

Softskin

Nawain has a high-cheekboned kite-shaped face with laugh lines, delicate ears accented by some Ilithic applewood-carved gatekeeper butterflies dangling upon leather cords, kind grass-green eyes and a freckled nose.  Her grey-streaked ginger hair is hip length and frizzy with stark white streaks at the temple, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders.  She has dew-kissed skin and a deeply cowled cloak of dark jadeleaf cloth partially obscuring a coltish figure.

Details

She's cute and loves apples.

Personality

She's sweet, loyal, compassionate and determined.

Backstory

It's tragic.

Mrodhouse (shrine)

[18:07] A pale applewood kneeling altar inlaid with luminous blued moonsilver turinstil and a broad golden applewood desk with blackened moonsilver filigree with some stuff on it rest upon the gloomwood floor of this serene meditation chamber. A colorful tile fireplace with a forest design, with an asini-banded tower shield portraying a jet-black snarling badger in the center hanging above it, burns from its resting place at the edge of the shadow-black rug covering the gloomwood floor. Gloomwood walls enclose the area, holding in its mild smell of dry parchment. [18:07] You also see a gloomwood door with wrought iron banding, a polished gloomwood wall with a central motif of a fog-shrouded tree with several things on it, a circular golden applewood bookcase with blackened moonsilver filigree with several things on it, an ebonwood weapon rack carved with wolves in bas-relief with a couple of things on it, a glossy black silk-cushioned chair, a glossy black silk-cushioned chair and a glossy black silk-cushioned chair. [18:07] Obvious exits: none.

Altar: ] Four watchful afis with howlite claws sit on their haunches and gaze stoically from where they support the four corners of the carved slab, their asini eyes alert and fierce. Several tursa varna are outlined in eerily glowing blackened moonsilver around the lip of the altar, interspersed with dozens of brilliant gemstone turinstil. The remarkably pale wood of the small shrine bears natural dark gold striations that whorl across the highly polished surface.

Treasured Items

• a viridian whip enveloped by razor-winged goldenglow glaes butterflies

Dyed a brilliant emerald, the braided smokewhorl leather of this sinuous weapon bears wispy dark-grey lines that spiral across its supple surface. Dozens of pale gold butterflies enwreathe the length of the vibrant whip, faintly translucent and washed in a radiant sheen. Each delicate-looking insect sports razor-sharp wings that lend a deadly note to their ethereal beauty.

• a verdant jadeleaf prayer mat graced with golden butterflies and wildlace tassels

Myriad goldenglow glaes butterflies dapple the soft, moss-wrought textile, the radiant winged insects cavorting with a pack of senci wolves across the verdant jadeleaf meadow.  Profusions of golden wildlace create feathery tassels at both ends, which sends ephemeral traceries across the emerald expanse like dawn's first caress.  A black tursa crow glides watchfully above the pack, while the opposite edge bears the visage of a snarling asini badger poised to safeguard the supplicant's back.

• an ethereal butterfly fetish spreading wings of verdant moonsilver

Intricately sculpted vibrant green wire creates the illusion of butterfly wings in delicate gossamer-thin lines that bear a gentle silvery-green glow.  The lambent insect trembles with every movement, fluttering fragile wings in a fair imitation of a living creature.

• a luminous lavender butterfly graced by prismatic lilac moonsilver wings

Hematite beading and a faint rufescent sheen mimic the coloration of a lilac-bordered copper butterfly, while lambent lilac moonsilver wire enwreathes the delicate form in a soft silvery-amethyst glow.

Home

[Zoluren Royal Mews, Training Field]
Another practice area opens up, with the scent of fresh grass and the smell of horses in sharp contrast to the fragrant roses planted against a nearby brick wall. Wooden barrels and fences provide the perfect opportunity for practicing jumps and turns.
An oak tree strung with garlands of thistle and amber-hued gaethzen orbs. Obvious paths: northeast, southwest.
[Nawain's Home]
A circular goldenoak bed curtained by silken weeping willow branches and an elegant ivory velvet settee rest upon the golden oak jigsaw pattern floor of this room. A gorgeous riverstone fireplace, with a huge tapestry framed with dark green braiding hanging above it, burns from its resting place at the edge of the sheepskin rug covering the jigsaw pattern floor. Polished oak walls enclose the area, holding in its strong smell of baking bread.
You also see a baby brown squirrel, a rounded goldenoak door painted with a weeping willow, an overstuffed earthen brown armchair, an overstuffed earthen brown armchair, a padded velvet armor stand with a few things on it, a trio of cascading baskets hung from the ceiling and a platinum gilt maple weapon rack.

Pilgrimage for the Redivawzis

Pilgrimage for the Redivawzis: Return to the West It's time to go back. We need to see if our homeland is ready for our return. We need to see with our own eyes the blood-watered dirt, the moss-covered bones, the empty roads... And start to put it right again. A pilgrimage is proposed, to the last known location of the redivawzis. The group will travel as quickly as it can, but it has a sworn duty to destroy any undead it encounters. They will cleanse any polluted waters they find, and will gather seeds and samples of the traditional herbs and plants, and encourage them to grow in Siksraja. The pilgrims will be the eyes, ears, and hands of our People, and everything they learn will be shared with the Elders, the Hubs, the packs, and whomever asks. If successful, the pilgrims will find where the redivawzis was last known to be. It may be defiled. It may be shattered. Or it may be whole and untouched, Coshivi's gift to His children. Depending on what they have seen and experienced, and how many hostile undead still befoul the lands, they may even attempt the journey to Odcoru itself. Perhaps it will be in our lifetimes that our People return to the West. Perhaps our home is ready and waiting for us to return, and our pilgrimage will herald the start of another migration. We're going to try. We are the Rakash Packs, and the Prydaen Hubs. We are every ranger, every holy warrior, every mage and storyteller, every fighter, healer, every... acquisitions or logistics expert. Everyone who will help us forge a trail to the redivawzis. It's time to go home. Be a part of the journey! Pilgrimage for the Redivawzis

Augtaire Apothecary

Augtaire Apothecary: Vut Lavi and Enelne Bless! Nawain takes great joy in creating herbal remedies, using the preparation and application methods her people relied upon in their ancestral homelands. She is happy to sell her remedies to whomever is in need. Please check Augtaire Apothecary for a list of her products, packages and prices! She also works with the Crafter's Union.

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