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My mother met my father at a very young age. She was merely 75 years in age when she happened into his arms. They met in Woodtop, my father was a part of the guard at the time. My mother a seamstress in Woodtop. They fell deeply in love in a bried but passionate courtship and were married amoung the elves within a few months. A year or so passed before my mother became pregnant. My father continued working in the guard and soon was promoted. A party was thrown in his honor in Devardecs palace.It was a dark night in the forests, my parents were returning home from the party. Passing through Nirmloth they soon managed their way into Woodtop. Passing by the potion shop my mother went into labor. My father found help from the nearby Oracle and I was brought into the world. Living in a small cottage in Woodtop my mother continued to work as a seamstress while my father continued his career in the guard. I was about 3 years of age when it happened. Oligars forces descended upon Woodtop. My father was called into action. He never returned... My mother raised me on her own, however the community came to her aide and I became a daughter to most. Being schooled by tutors with a few other young elves we studied the ways of the elves. Learning survival tactics, healing remedies as well as a few enhancement spells. Over the years my thirst for knowledge could not be quenched. I often wondered what laid beyond the borders of Woodtop and upon my 18th birthday I departed the city heading out to the unknown. Making my way to the City in the Desert known as Devardec I wonder at all the sights to see. Adventurers and Merchants clogged the streets. Wares being sold in corners of the plaza, from mounts to herbs. A local bank stood near the center as well as a largely visited pub. Making my way about the bustling streets I ran across a few people asking for aide and giving rewards. After aiding a few with their quests I wandered my way into the Pub off of the Center Plaza. Giants and ogres, elves and gnomes, from Warriors to shaman all the patrons sat enjoying the hospitality and drinks. Approaching the bar I ordered an ale, sitting down I began to absorb the conversations about me. Taking note of my surroundings I noticed a hooded figure in the back of the bar sitting alone. Speaking with the barman known as "Rob" I learned he was a Ranger from the Northern woods of Dirmloth. Rangers. I thought quietly to myself... Long have I heard tales of the braves of the Woodlands. Those who lived amoung the trees and sought refuge amoung the forests. They were said to be quick witted and wise in the ways of the realm. I decided then I must become a Ranger. Gathering what information I could buy I set out to find my way to the Redwood of the Rangers. A new city was being built along the northern east coast. I was to seek the area near there as Ranger sitings have been many... Making my way through the forests I followed hidden clues and after days of searching I managed my way to the base of the giant Redwood. Being greeted at the entrance I was soon asked to prove my will of joining the band of Rangers. I set out to complete the task before me... A day or so later I returned, successful and was granted access into the Redwood... Within the Redwood I trained in many skills and gained a new found family... Rangers were not the theives and murderers they were made out to be. Growing over the years I soon became a Mentor amound the branches of the Redwood. Aiding the guild officials whenever I could. Moving up amoung the ranks of Mentor, I soon found myself looking for more... Joining the task force as well as the newsletter staff. I continued to explore and soon was intrigued by the Immortal of Mystery. Joining her temple I became an avid devotee. Seeking to unlock the mysteries of Wyrm Spiral Mountain. I set out on a long journey, upon my return Cleopatra had taken her leave into the void... Broken hearted I pushed on. I soon found myself intrigued with the powers of Faith and joined Omnicats temple... setting out on yet another jounry I found myself beneigth a Golden apple tree, hungry I decided to taste the fruit of the tree... Weary from my travels I laid to sleep below they tree. Having upset a pixie I woke in the Redwood to being a mouse. Many tried to aide me in my quest of returning to my elven form and for many many years failed. I continued to follow Omnicat Faithfully... As time passed my faith faltered and nightmares became my reality... I soon sought to understand them and found myself turning into a person I could not recognize. After much deliberation I left the Temple of Hopes and Dreams... Putting my efforts into the Redwood once more I aided in planning Rangers Guild History month under the leadership of Twiggie and guidance of Thorina. Working diligently I began to decifer the ancient tales of the Rangers and translated the founding of how the Redwood became the guilds home. Continuing my work as a Mentor and Task force member as well. Soon I found myself before the ocean and marvelled at her many splendors. Having befriended Snazzle years earlier in the Guild I spoke with her reguarding a call to the Sea... She served as Sheba's hero as well as the Redwoods. Finding a home amoung the sands I soon became devoted to the Sea and her followers. Spending countless hours studying and writting my findings I added many tales to the Sea's library. Soon the time came, I was to set out on a sea voyage, my return was uncertain... Managing my way back to the lands with only the memory of seeing it disappear over the horizon I soon found myself back at home. Astounded to find that during my leave Snazzle had become the Goddess of the Sea. With new found ehuberence I devoted myself entirely to her. When returning to the Redwood I was saddened by the loss of many a good friend of mine, including two of my sisters. While my heart ached I also felt at peace, I was finally home. Taking back to my ways I soon jumped into aiding the efforts of the guild and found myself almost immeadiately amoung the officers of the guild. Serving as the Events GL I worked as best as I could to keep the guild active with events. Meeting a young Elven Battlemage by the name of Drugaen I soon found myself smitten and engaged, though now the need for me to be turned back to Elf was greater than ever. Approaching Goddess Snazzle I asked for her wisdom and direction, she told me without sacrifice she could do nothing. She told me if I was willing to give something up to seek the Sea Witch. After much contemplation I sought the Sea witch, she demanded my tail in enchange for my being made a sea Elf. I agreed... It was about this time I found the Household of Sisters. Interviewing with Radiance I soon found myself within the Sisters Ranks. At this time however the Household was in a lull and those who were on line rarely spoke to me, I took this personally and took leave of the Household. Working as a GL of the Rangers with no team created much turmoil and I felt over whelmed. Being informed my efforts were not enough I resigned from the position and took to the forest for some inner relections and refuge. It was much to my surprise many Rangers spoke against my resignation, it was this very reason I chose to serve the guild when I found my name on the Ballot the very next election. Serving as guild scribe I set to work on updating a much outdated Guild Officers handbook, then went onto create the Mentors handbook with Goranstones aide. While continually working on the Scribes Desk. At a time of need when the Guild pages went down I reconstructed what was salvaged as quickly as possible. Running tournaments, combat training, archery contests and creating the first issue of the Redwoodleaves I did a little bit of everything. Soon I found myself feeling empty and hallow, this is when Dayla came into my life... again. Feeling an ever growing bond with her I soon knew I left the HH of Sisters with too much haste. Returning to the Household, Dayla soon trained me in the ways of the Elders and together we've worked side by side, Dayla as house leader, me as Sisters Elder, Dayla's right arm. During this time I had been working dilligently with Lady Skeezer, Goddess Snazzle and Champion Froggor to rewrite the structure of the Sea. Soon it was implemented, I was made a temple leader and Storms had Chosen me. Working to try to rekindle the magic the Sea once held for me finally I lost my vision, time had changed things and despite my best efforts I could not stay within her embrace. Heart broken and saddened I took leave of Snazzles Temple, though I will always pay ommage to the Oceans Jewel. Meanwhile Guild Master elections had come about. Jonayla and myself both made nominations, the only problem was we both basically held the same ideals. The race was very close yet I managed to make my way into the Guild Masters office. Appointing Jonayla as Scribe was my first act as Guild Master, I have been serving and will continue to serve since... Larse, a very dear old friend of mine had returned and we began to spend alot of time enjoying each others company. It was with his guidance and passion that I learned the splendors of Nature once more and became a Follower of Galaphile. Shortly there after we became a couple. Sitting with Diablos one day I decided to propose to Larse. Low and behold the Giant showed up, so I asked him to join me in the tree of Creation and there with Diablos as our witness I proposed to my Giant. He agreed, I cannot express the joy and relief I felt! As I originally intened a long engagement I realized that out of my 3 engagements (to Talies for 86 years, Dehlin briefly before he wandered off and to Drugaen which ended with his depature as well) perhaps waiting was not the wisest thing to do. We planned the wedding quickly. It was a small ceremony in a Glade of Forest Spirits in Woodtop, while Sylvanna was to perform the ceremony but could not make it Skeezer, my dear sister stepped up and performed the ceremony no less than perfectly... and that brings us to today. Years passed... and my untimely death fell over me... As the blood seeped from the wound along my neck it pooled below my body. Coldness washed over me as visions of those I held dear to my heart flooded mind. Rangers, young and old, from Twiggie, Caligula, Niko, Brise, Snazzle, Sylvanna, Kal, Damius, Artois, Edea, Pedigree, Baden, Auric, Firgus, Sidell, Tweeter, Griffaen, Lunnette, Alyssandra, Thorina, Straik, Trey, Ashia, Makali, and then to my family, Skeezer, Drucyla and Chole swept through me. Thoughts of close friends; Sherrie, Violetsage, Anthail, Talies, Kylu, Maelius, Summerrain, Snowbear, Noklove, Halbu, Thalador, Heimdall, Budas, Axx, Cassandra, Kalari, Cyra, Sluxon, Syrai, Mitchellx, Valdez, Danai, Aftershock, all a privilege and honor to have known... Memories of my husband Larse lingered as the darkness took its grasp. Drifting in darkness, moments felt like eternity.... Meanwhile the word of my death spread quickly (as I later found out) throughout the realm. Friends and loved one mourned their loss. As the news met the ears of the Legendary Warrior Axx, Hero to Zir!, he rushed to speak with Naria. Reaching the Plane of Rebirth with haste, Axx began interrogating Naria, demanding my return immediately. Naria remaining calm assured Axx no mistake had been made, and that I had gone beyond her reach into the void. Hearing nothing of it, Axx requested Naria's aide in entering the void to find me. Naria immediately refused knowing of the perils of entering the void, when entered there is no certainty of return. Axx continued with his requisition, assuring Naria of his success. Expressing the loss was untimely and unjust Axx finally persuaded Naria open the portal to the void. Laying his Blade before Naria, with unspoken words and a nod Axx entered the portal into the void. Mere seconds passed as Axx returned, my body in tow. His personal experience remains still unknown to me. Axx dazed and myself unconscious, Naria set to work casting her blessings upon the two of us. Soon I regained consciousness but not my strength, I returned home. Climbing into the Redwood I grew weaker, I knew I must go to the Elves to regain my strength. Gathering supplies from my locker I set off to Woodtop. Blending among the elves I sought shelter and recovery among the treetops. Slowly regaining my strength I rested for years, staying away from those I knew and loved. Many days were spent lost in thought, I fear I've lost my faith, Nature no longer walks with me. Death changes an elf. I'm not who I once was nor will I be again... As I was tending to my bows among the boughs of Woodtop, Lady Sylvanna approached me. She asked of my recovery and how I was biding my time. The she spoke of the Redwood. Such news she did not speak to me since my coming to Woodtop. We seemed to have an unspoken understanding that I did not wish to know of such things. With a concerned look on her face Sylvanna continued suggesting that now was the time for my return. Thinking back now I'm uncertain if her concern was for me or the Redwood. A few days passed and I thought long before I set out for the Redwood, I knew things had changed, time changes everything... |
Date Joined: 7 First Growth 187 Current Status: Mentor's Name: Damsie Mentor Pgm. Graduate? Yes Ironwood Ranger Bow Award: Yes Guild Team(s) Joined: Gold Leaf Patch Award: Yes Giant Falcon Award: Yes Ring of the Redwood Award: Yes Taken Period of Solitude? Yes Guild Offices Held: Scribe GL,, Events GL, Guildmistress |