Silvanis
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1. Silvanis.
2. Half-elf.
3. 28 years old; age is known precisely, as the parish priest made a record. Appearance - tall, long reddish-brown hair, sometimes tied in a ponytail or falling freely on the shoulders, shimmering like copper in bright light; very fair skin; grey-hazel-green eyes. Facial features are quite delicate, looking more like an elf; the only significant difference is the ears, whose length is almost no different from ordinary human ears... Dressed in a dark green robe embroidered with a leaf pattern; over it, he wears a travel grey-green cloak. Sometimes - in appropriate situations - instead of the robe, he wears a leather jacket with sewn-on metal plates and matching leather pants. Footwear - boots.
4. A long one-handed sword with a narrow blade, without any decorations. The hilt and guard are wrapped in a strap. I also carry an old oak staff with a carved elven rune, which I lean on during long marches. Of course, there is a dagger, quite beautiful, with a crimson blade and a semi-precious stone in the hilt; but this is less a weapon and more just a necessary item for any traveler's household.
5. СА
6. My father was an elf, and my mother was a human. An elf druid was going to war with an army, and his detachment passed through the town where I was born. Mom later told me that back then her father had found himself in a human city for the first time and was completely bewildered; he wandered through endless narrow, dark, and winding streets, got lost, and simply didn't know what to do, but a young girl he met took pity on him and gave him shelter for the night; she said that back then she never even thought she could love an infidel who did not recognize Elrath. The next day she helped the elf find his detachment, but it turned out he would remain here for another six months. And during those six months, Elrath or Sylanna made it so that the elf and the girl got to know each other better and fell in love; things were heading toward a wedding, but suddenly an order was given and the detachment, which included the druid Alpheneon, my father, left the city. Alpheneon promised his beloved that he would return; but he did not. Later she learned that he had been killed on the way back by a stray arrow from one of Vaishan's assassins who had ambushed the elves; moreover, there was only one killer who, after firing, immediately fled.
Diilda, my mother, changed greatly after the news of Alpheneon's death; everyone who knew her before said that the druid took part of her soul to the grave with him. Her health grew weaker and she died when I was 8 years old. I was given to be raised by a local priest, Father Bleiger. Long before their separation, just upon learning they would have a child (and the druid, using his magic, easily felt it would be a boy), my father and mother agreed that they would give him some special elven name that should bring him luck; but alas! This name could not be spoken until I turned 16 - otherwise it would not bring me luck (Mom just called me "son") - and before her death, she did not tell it to me; or if she did, I forgot, as things were too difficult for me then...
One way or another, I received my current name from Father Bleiger. He said - "ah! This is the very boy whose father is from Silvan!", and when I could not state my name, he said that from now on I would be called Silvanis.
I grew up under his guardianship, and those were happy years; the only unfortunate circumstance was that other children often teased me for being a half-elf and for having neither father nor mother. But with Bleiger, I always found help and solace. This kind man introduced me to the faith in Elrath, and although I often use Sylanna's magic and do not renounce my elven roots, I worship the Dragon of Light.
The children refused to play with me, and I spent my time with Bleiger. He taught me much; I learned to read early and read many books, mostly on magic and natural science. And when I grew older, he taught me the basics of Elrath's magic.
But gradually, as I matured, significant changes occurred within me. Bleiger suggested I become a monk, but I refused (and he was not offended in the least); the other kids gradually got used to me and accepted me as an equal - I was faster and more agile than them due to my elven blood and I could show them some little tricks of light magic. But the main thing were the girls. Human women always have a weakness for elves; and since their nature is very apparent in me, gradually young neighbors, servants, and other females simply wouldn't leave me alone. Several times I had to fight with guys who claimed that I used my magic to steal their girls. But in reality, it was not like that at all. I made absolutely no effort to attract their attention; it even depressed and strained me, as elves mature sexually much later than humans and I was psychologically completely unprepared for any relationship other than friendly ones. Often the girls were offended with me because I did not give them proper attention.
Because of one of them, I had to leave town. It happened like this. One late spring evening, I was sitting on the far bank of the Voglyazma River flowing through the city and admiring the sunset, as I usually did in the evenings. One of the girls I knew - and who wasn't indifferent to me - passed by. She approached the water and leaned over to scoop some water, but the bank, eroded by spring floods, was too slippery, and with a scream, she fell into the water. It must be said that humans can hardly swim, and the current was very strong. I jumped after her and, without great difficulty but over a long time, pulled her to shore. She was unconscious - she had swallowed too much water. Something had to be done, and after reviving her slightly, I began performing artificial respiration (which I learned from books by a healer - Bleiger's friend who often visited us). This is when several women who had gone for water caught me, including her mother.
They completely misinterpreted my actions, and that same evening the mother of the girl I saved went to my mentor and declared that I had dishonored her daughter and was now either obliged to marry her to restore her honor or be subjected to trial. I didn't fancy either option, and Bleiger and I decided it would be better if I simply left town. And in haste, I left the home of my mentor, which had become a home to me. As a farewell, he gave me that dagger with the semi-precious stone and said it was Alpheneon's "pledge" (it is customary to give a bride some decorated weapon if you go to war and promise to return; usually daggers are given) to my mother.
I didn't really know what to do, but decided the best thing would be to go to the land of my ancestors on my father's side. And for several years I searched for my kin; I will remain silent about my countless adventures on this path. Eventually, I reached Irollan and found Druid Alpheneon's kin there, the Veyeronn clan. Four years flew by among the elves like a leaf falling from a beech branch, just as quickly, brightly, beautifully. I learned much from them; I can establish contact with the forces of nature, I can sometimes foresee events, I know some things about druid magic. But my main impression, the main event in my life in the elven forests were the festivals; songs, laughter, dancing by the fire, someone's hair flying and sparkling in the bright light of the fire (mine? or hers?...), quick movements, closeness and warmth - and then separation again... I will never forget and never truly remember all the charm of Irollan's festivals...
But I left that world, a world that was so close to me and which I dream of returning to again... if possible. One time, waking up in the morning, I <i}felt... I felt that I <i}had to go. Had to do something... What? That I didn't feel. And I don't feel it now. But I know that some duty lies upon me. And I will do everything in my power to discover my purpose and fulfill it.
The elves gave me a staff and a sword; the rune on the staff gives me strength to walk slightly longer than I normally could, drawing own energy from the very land I step upon.
I joined the Grey Alliance... Not because I am devoted to their cause and wish to achieve some rank there, but because I feel that my <i}cause lies close to theirs; for now our paths go together. And I know for certain that my path - if I do not betray myself - will never converge with the path of the Horde of Darkness...
Character is gentle, non-aggressive, prefers diplomacy. But if such a necessity arises - I take up the sword or prepare some spell. I love to joke, which sometimes annoys my interlocutors. Sometimes I can perform some wild stunt à la Loki without any malicious intent, just for fun, and then spend a long time dealing with the consequences...
7. Belstun, a small town on the border of the Empire of the Falcon and Irollan.
Level 4
Attack 1
Defense 1
Agility 2
Wisdom 3
Intelligence 2
(unallocated skill points - 0; if one point is given for the first level...)
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[/U]Items:
- Elven staff with a rune (restores, due to absence of fatigue parameter, health - 8% per post)
- Silvanis's dagger - not exactly known what it does yet, but it seems to bring luck...
- Elven sword - light as a one-hander and long almost like a two-hander, perfect for fencing. Cons - weak at piercing armor.
picked up recently during events:) seemingly these:
- amulet with a hexagram
- two short swords (like those of blade dancers)
- several jars with something own unknown but clearly related either to alchemy or to trash cans
Abilities:
- Ability to swim (strength 1 - meaning does not sink, can even cross a narrow river, but will not take prizes)
- Orator (strength 3)
- Concentration (strength 1)
Spells (taught by druids and Bleiger):
- Haste
- Divine Strength
- Lightning
- Stone Spikes
1. Silvanis.
2. Half-elf.
3. 28 years old; age is known precisely, as the parish priest made a record. Appearance - tall, long reddish-brown hair, sometimes tied in a ponytail or falling freely on the shoulders, shimmering like copper in bright light; very fair skin; grey-hazel-green eyes. Facial features are quite delicate, looking more like an elf; the only significant difference is the ears, whose length is almost no different from ordinary human ears... Dressed in a dark green robe embroidered with a leaf pattern; over it, he wears a travel grey-green cloak. Sometimes - in appropriate situations - instead of the robe, he wears a leather jacket with sewn-on metal plates and matching leather pants. Footwear - boots.
4. A long one-handed sword with a narrow blade, without any decorations. The hilt and guard are wrapped in a strap. I also carry an old oak staff with a carved elven rune, which I lean on during long marches. Of course, there is a dagger, quite beautiful, with a crimson blade and a semi-precious stone in the hilt; but this is less a weapon and more just a necessary item for any traveler's household.
5. СА
6. My father was an elf, and my mother was a human. An elf druid was going to war with an army, and his detachment passed through the town where I was born. Mom later told me that back then her father had found himself in a human city for the first time and was completely bewildered; he wandered through endless narrow, dark, and winding streets, got lost, and simply didn't know what to do, but a young girl he met took pity on him and gave him shelter for the night; she said that back then she never even thought she could love an infidel who did not recognize Elrath. The next day she helped the elf find his detachment, but it turned out he would remain here for another six months. And during those six months, Elrath or Sylanna made it so that the elf and the girl got to know each other better and fell in love; things were heading toward a wedding, but suddenly an order was given and the detachment, which included the druid Alpheneon, my father, left the city. Alpheneon promised his beloved that he would return; but he did not. Later she learned that he had been killed on the way back by a stray arrow from one of Vaishan's assassins who had ambushed the elves; moreover, there was only one killer who, after firing, immediately fled.
Diilda, my mother, changed greatly after the news of Alpheneon's death; everyone who knew her before said that the druid took part of her soul to the grave with him. Her health grew weaker and she died when I was 8 years old. I was given to be raised by a local priest, Father Bleiger. Long before their separation, just upon learning they would have a child (and the druid, using his magic, easily felt it would be a boy), my father and mother agreed that they would give him some special elven name that should bring him luck; but alas! This name could not be spoken until I turned 16 - otherwise it would not bring me luck (Mom just called me "son") - and before her death, she did not tell it to me; or if she did, I forgot, as things were too difficult for me then...
One way or another, I received my current name from Father Bleiger. He said - "ah! This is the very boy whose father is from Silvan!", and when I could not state my name, he said that from now on I would be called Silvanis.
I grew up under his guardianship, and those were happy years; the only unfortunate circumstance was that other children often teased me for being a half-elf and for having neither father nor mother. But with Bleiger, I always found help and solace. This kind man introduced me to the faith in Elrath, and although I often use Sylanna's magic and do not renounce my elven roots, I worship the Dragon of Light.
The children refused to play with me, and I spent my time with Bleiger. He taught me much; I learned to read early and read many books, mostly on magic and natural science. And when I grew older, he taught me the basics of Elrath's magic.
But gradually, as I matured, significant changes occurred within me. Bleiger suggested I become a monk, but I refused (and he was not offended in the least); the other kids gradually got used to me and accepted me as an equal - I was faster and more agile than them due to my elven blood and I could show them some little tricks of light magic. But the main thing were the girls. Human women always have a weakness for elves; and since their nature is very apparent in me, gradually young neighbors, servants, and other females simply wouldn't leave me alone. Several times I had to fight with guys who claimed that I used my magic to steal their girls. But in reality, it was not like that at all. I made absolutely no effort to attract their attention; it even depressed and strained me, as elves mature sexually much later than humans and I was psychologically completely unprepared for any relationship other than friendly ones. Often the girls were offended with me because I did not give them proper attention.
Because of one of them, I had to leave town. It happened like this. One late spring evening, I was sitting on the far bank of the Voglyazma River flowing through the city and admiring the sunset, as I usually did in the evenings. One of the girls I knew - and who wasn't indifferent to me - passed by. She approached the water and leaned over to scoop some water, but the bank, eroded by spring floods, was too slippery, and with a scream, she fell into the water. It must be said that humans can hardly swim, and the current was very strong. I jumped after her and, without great difficulty but over a long time, pulled her to shore. She was unconscious - she had swallowed too much water. Something had to be done, and after reviving her slightly, I began performing artificial respiration (which I learned from books by a healer - Bleiger's friend who often visited us). This is when several women who had gone for water caught me, including her mother.
They completely misinterpreted my actions, and that same evening the mother of the girl I saved went to my mentor and declared that I had dishonored her daughter and was now either obliged to marry her to restore her honor or be subjected to trial. I didn't fancy either option, and Bleiger and I decided it would be better if I simply left town. And in haste, I left the home of my mentor, which had become a home to me. As a farewell, he gave me that dagger with the semi-precious stone and said it was Alpheneon's "pledge" (it is customary to give a bride some decorated weapon if you go to war and promise to return; usually daggers are given) to my mother.
I didn't really know what to do, but decided the best thing would be to go to the land of my ancestors on my father's side. And for several years I searched for my kin; I will remain silent about my countless adventures on this path. Eventually, I reached Irollan and found Druid Alpheneon's kin there, the Veyeronn clan. Four years flew by among the elves like a leaf falling from a beech branch, just as quickly, brightly, beautifully. I learned much from them; I can establish contact with the forces of nature, I can sometimes foresee events, I know some things about druid magic. But my main impression, the main event in my life in the elven forests were the festivals; songs, laughter, dancing by the fire, someone's hair flying and sparkling in the bright light of the fire (mine? or hers?...), quick movements, closeness and warmth - and then separation again... I will never forget and never truly remember all the charm of Irollan's festivals...
But I left that world, a world that was so close to me and which I dream of returning to again... if possible. One time, waking up in the morning, I <i}felt... I felt that I <i}had to go. Had to do something... What? That I didn't feel. And I don't feel it now. But I know that some duty lies upon me. And I will do everything in my power to discover my purpose and fulfill it.
The elves gave me a staff and a sword; the rune on the staff gives me strength to walk slightly longer than I normally could, drawing own energy from the very land I step upon.
I joined the Grey Alliance... Not because I am devoted to their cause and wish to achieve some rank there, but because I feel that my <i}cause lies close to theirs; for now our paths go together. And I know for certain that my path - if I do not betray myself - will never converge with the path of the Horde of Darkness...
Character is gentle, non-aggressive, prefers diplomacy. But if such a necessity arises - I take up the sword or prepare some spell. I love to joke, which sometimes annoys my interlocutors. Sometimes I can perform some wild stunt à la Loki without any malicious intent, just for fun, and then spend a long time dealing with the consequences...
7. Belstun, a small town on the border of the Empire of the Falcon and Irollan.
Level 4
Attack 1
Defense 1
Agility 2
Wisdom 3
Intelligence 2
(unallocated skill points - 0; if one point is given for the first level...)
Added after 11 hours 34 minutes
[/U]Items:
- Elven staff with a rune (restores, due to absence of fatigue parameter, health - 8% per post)
- Silvanis's dagger - not exactly known what it does yet, but it seems to bring luck...
- Elven sword - light as a one-hander and long almost like a two-hander, perfect for fencing. Cons - weak at piercing armor.
picked up recently during events:) seemingly these:
- amulet with a hexagram
- two short swords (like those of blade dancers)
- several jars with something own unknown but clearly related either to alchemy or to trash cans
Abilities:
- Ability to swim (strength 1 - meaning does not sink, can even cross a narrow river, but will not take prizes)
- Orator (strength 3)
- Concentration (strength 1)
Spells (taught by druids and Bleiger):
- Haste
- Divine Strength
- Lightning
- Stone Spikes
С Пути сбивают мелкие достижения, а изощрённые суждения скрывают смысл слов. И вот уже возникают "правильное" и "неправильное"...
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