Post by nymph on Jul 20, 2013 12:53:27 GMT -8
Nymph:
This elf hails from what was once the beautiful city of Heartwood. She is a young elf only being 130 yrs old and still has the mind of a child. One day while walking in the woods outside of Heartwood she came apon a cave sealed by a mystical barrier. Being somewhat adapt in magic as most elven are, she removed the barrier to explore the cave and see what Treasures and secrets it held. What she didnt realize was that this barrier was made to hold back the evil Drow from invaiding the beautiful city of Heartwood. Blood crazed and hellbent on revenge the Drow took control of the city killing everyone and everything in sight. The Great elders for seeing this attack had already fled to the saftey of Papua taking as many of the suriviors as they could.Once safe the Elders decided the fate of Nymph. For crimes agenst the people of Heartwood (even though she did not know what she had done) the Elder's decided that she shall be banished from Papua never to return and never to see her family again. She is now an outcast gathering and crafting trying to survive in the world of man. Meeting new friend along the way to the beautiful island that her mother always told her about. The isle of Arete.
Nala:
A Cleric by trade she was walking through the woods hunting undead when she came apon the small elf girl crying on a rock. What the poor little elf did not realize is that the sobs of saddness had awakened and drawn the undead closer and closer by the second. Without a secound thought Nala rushed in Mace drawn and shield at the ready to defend this helpless stranger form the nashing teeth of the rotting corpses surrounding her. Victory was hers to be had, for she swore she would not rest till the undead where returned to a peaceful slumber never to rise again. The elf child screamed out as she saw the flash of steel as corpses started to fall left and right around the rock where she once sat. Closeing her eyes and clinching her fist she uttered the words Vas Ort Flam and with a flash everything around her was set ablaze leaving nothing it its wake expect the small girl and her would be rescuer.
Pixi:
Is a troublesome little thief. She does not do this for profit but just to pass the time, for being a Pixi gets boring once you lose your wings. This was not her choice though you see for that spell that the little elf girl cast Vas Ort Flam was a magery spell called Explosion. And Pixi's wings being so soft and thin could not bare the heat of that flame so they melted away leaveing the poor Pixi in a mortal form forever. Burnt and frightened she cried out for here fellow pixi's yet not one did come. Insted she found herself being covered by the cloak of the elf girl who cast the spell while the Cleric healed her wounds. Bound together by fate the three where all wonder who they would met in their further adventures as they trave to the Isle of Arete.
This elf hails from what was once the beautiful city of Heartwood. She is a young elf only being 130 yrs old and still has the mind of a child. One day while walking in the woods outside of Heartwood she came apon a cave sealed by a mystical barrier. Being somewhat adapt in magic as most elven are, she removed the barrier to explore the cave and see what Treasures and secrets it held. What she didnt realize was that this barrier was made to hold back the evil Drow from invaiding the beautiful city of Heartwood. Blood crazed and hellbent on revenge the Drow took control of the city killing everyone and everything in sight. The Great elders for seeing this attack had already fled to the saftey of Papua taking as many of the suriviors as they could.Once safe the Elders decided the fate of Nymph. For crimes agenst the people of Heartwood (even though she did not know what she had done) the Elder's decided that she shall be banished from Papua never to return and never to see her family again. She is now an outcast gathering and crafting trying to survive in the world of man. Meeting new friend along the way to the beautiful island that her mother always told her about. The isle of Arete.
Nala:
A Cleric by trade she was walking through the woods hunting undead when she came apon the small elf girl crying on a rock. What the poor little elf did not realize is that the sobs of saddness had awakened and drawn the undead closer and closer by the second. Without a secound thought Nala rushed in Mace drawn and shield at the ready to defend this helpless stranger form the nashing teeth of the rotting corpses surrounding her. Victory was hers to be had, for she swore she would not rest till the undead where returned to a peaceful slumber never to rise again. The elf child screamed out as she saw the flash of steel as corpses started to fall left and right around the rock where she once sat. Closeing her eyes and clinching her fist she uttered the words Vas Ort Flam and with a flash everything around her was set ablaze leaving nothing it its wake expect the small girl and her would be rescuer.
Pixi:
Is a troublesome little thief. She does not do this for profit but just to pass the time, for being a Pixi gets boring once you lose your wings. This was not her choice though you see for that spell that the little elf girl cast Vas Ort Flam was a magery spell called Explosion. And Pixi's wings being so soft and thin could not bare the heat of that flame so they melted away leaveing the poor Pixi in a mortal form forever. Burnt and frightened she cried out for here fellow pixi's yet not one did come. Insted she found herself being covered by the cloak of the elf girl who cast the spell while the Cleric healed her wounds. Bound together by fate the three where all wonder who they would met in their further adventures as they trave to the Isle of Arete.
