Kalika

Ranger Guildleader Kalika

Guild: Ranger
Sex: Female
Race: Elf
Known Relatives: Tomma(sister), Tolle(husband)
Location: Ranger Guild, Main Hall - Crossing

Kalika is a tall Elven woman with stormy grey eyes. Her hair is a ginger color, caught in a wide band of leather and wood. She wears a soft brown doeskin vest over a light green cotton blouse. In addition, a black leather belt cinches her leather trousers to a narrow waist. A delicate mug of tea rests comfortably in her hands.
A plain falchion is strapped to her left hip, its hilt glowing with a soft, barely visible light. A silver and gold knotwork wedding ring encircles her marriage finger, sparkling in the dappled light of the room. She whistles a merry tune as she works, sounding much like a woodlark trilling in the clear air of the forest.

NPC Appearance

You see Guildmaster Kalika Sylvenshade, an Elven Ranger.
She has stormy grey eyes which are offset by her smooth tanned complexion, and her long ginger-colored hair is pulled loosly back by a wide leather and wooden headband.
She is beautifully ageless.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a calfskin pouch in her right hand.
She is wearing a soft grey-white cape made of mapha arzumos fur, a dark green leather thigh pouch branded with the Ranger guild crest, a braided golden rope tied around the waist, a diamond and ruby studded platinum ring bearing the crest of the Ranger's guild, some white leather moccasins, a silver and gold knotwork wedding ring, a sheer white flowing tunic with golden ivy leaves embroidered along the hems, a long mesh weapon harness and an elegantly carved ash longbow with golden tassled tips.

Kalika looks up at you and smiles. Setting aside her mug of tea, she clears her throat and says, "Well, Rangers aren't your run-of-the-mill types. Mostly we don't much like the city, since we have dedicated ourselves to the world outside of civilization. Ya see, when everyone got together and started building places like this city, there were a few -- a very rare few -- who saw that if everyone got together and huddled inside their villages and towns, there would be no one to keep back the very things *outside* that they were running from."
"So, some of us gave up the water wells, the firesides, the feather beds and instead took it unto ourselves to preserve the glory of the meadows and the silent beauty of the forests. Our mattresses are the soft moss between the roots of the great oaks, our hearths a roaring campfire, our wells the rushing streams. Those of us who have become accustomed to the world outside of the city limits have grown to love it, and many have fought, and died, to preserve that which we have sworn to protect...even if it means that we sacrifice our very souls to save the soul of the wild lands."
"Above all else," she says softly, "we are free. More free than the Trader forced to be ever moving, more free than the Empath bound to their patients. We are the wind, the hawk on the wing, the soaring spirit of the sky and the patient spirit of the earth. Our gold is sunlight, our gems are flowers, and our life...is the world's."
With a smile, Kalika picks up her mug and reverently stares into its depths.