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About Sylsalitae DwinghymnaearName means "Sweet Beloved Faerie Who Walks in the Forgotten Waters"
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Aura of Good Syl radiates an aura of power representing 'Good' equal to her paladin level.
Feats + Traits:
Feats Mounted Combat, Ride-By Attack, Boon Companion Traits
Ansrithar:
Ansrithar
Equipment:
Combat Gear +1 lance, +1 mighty composite longbow (+4 STR), elven chainmail, masterwork longsword, masterwork buckler Carried Handy Haversack, Ring of Sustenance, Dawnflower Sash (Left on the statue of Sarenrae in [Iomedae-centric town]), Ring of Protection +1 Mundane
Backpack, masterwork /4
Asrithar's Equipment (short list)
Appearance:
Standing before you is a taller woman, elven by obvious descent and of Tuathan bloodlines specifically, though generally only elves can tell that sort of thing. Her attire is very abnormal, though her origins seem to be from the north according to it. Chainmail dyed in light greens, each link crafted with care, was her armor of choice, but it was aided by large, fur-covered pauldrons that flew out into a cape behind her. Such a thing showed she was from a cold environment of some sort, or that it had special meaning to her. Over the chainmail was a tabard, white as snow, but emblazoned was a green symbol of the goddess Sarenrae, and it only aided her natural looks. Upon her head was a metallic crown, which spread into a larger, more protective circlet around her skull - this allowed her long, flowing blonde locks to be free, though a single braid fell at the right of her face. Piercing eyes of green stared, and almost welcomed you, as if she had been expecting your presence. Background:
It was a long time ago that the House of Dwinghymnaear founded their first darastrix schakriri, or "dragon nobles" as they were called, and began a tradition that would span many lifetimes to its founding. They, originally nobles of Tuatha, had grown tired of the drawn-out politics and the endless years of squabbling, and decided to move where none could have fathomed – the icy, bitter north. The noble daughter of House Dwinghymnaear, Sylsalitae, was born into this family with all but a silver spoon in her mouth – she was said to have beauty like her mother, and the knowledge of her father – but soon, they would realize, is that she had been gifted with exceptional beauty, and the ability to talk even the most stubborn man down, proof given in how a boy took one of her toys and ran off like a thief – and she used a silver tongue to coax him to give it back. Now, as per tradition, they went to one of their older dragons for a fresh egg – they had a few mated pairs, and had plans, great plans, for her to receive a silver dragon into her protection and care. Unknowing to them, a darker, white dragon had snuck into the camp in an elven form, and swapped the egg, hoping the wyrmling would butcher her and her parents in their sleep due to hunger. When that wyrmling hatched before her, the parents were in shock, and immediately went to grasp weapons – thinking their daughter would back away. What happened not even a minute later, was her wooing and softly singing a tune, of which she only knew a few being so young, and soothed the creature into curling up beside her. Here she hugged it, and begged to keep him, promising like all children do to take care of their new friend. They couldn’t refuse. They grew up in a slightly pampered environment, since she was been born into nobility, and was taught manners and other such wondrous things that elves are good at, as comes with the territory. She had schooled on basic combat so as to defend herself, and was given permission to learn in the academy, where her father and mother had learned before her. They even gave her a small writ, enabling her to delve as deep into a profession as she wishes. She chose to be as her ancestors and her own father, to be in the military and ride upon a dragon’s back – as they had predicted at her birth. They were hesitant to allow her chosen friend to join, due to his heritage, but he was a bit brighter than his kind, and gave them his word. So far, nothing has gone wrong. Over the past twenty or so years, there have been a number of increased attacks by the original white dragon, who had thought his plan succeeded. He was startled when he realized one of his own progeny had joined his enemy, and now flew against him- something the red dragon hadn’t told him. The end result was the death of the adult white dragon, and Sylsalitae was victorious. One year, her parents decided that she had come of age, and should seek out whatever she wishes of her life in the outside world. She is hesitant to leave, having been home all her life, but gives them her best wishes on departure - which, unfortunately, may result in her never returning. But who knows? They may yet return. The first journey was simple - they had agreed to go by road, for it would be far more covert and easier to manage. So as they set out, amongst trees of white and green in their forested home, they stopped only a few times to look and observe beautiful sights around them. This they could do, now that they had life in the palm of their hands.
"Do you think we should fly, or should we take a boat?" "...I think the answer's simple. But that could just be me. Not so sure." "You always give such direct answers - it's refreshing compared to home." The next morning, they flew out over the ocean waters, and soon spotted land nearby - what they did not expect to see was the sight they happened upon. As they descended, Ansrithar calmly spoke, as if restraining himself. "There's a black down there. I can smell him, and at least ten people. Should we intervene?" "...Always." On notice, they both dove down in a daring charge, and collide headfirst into the black dragon, tooth and fang coming to bare - while Syl was still falling from the air, lance held mightily in both hands. In an epic turn of events, the black dragon managed to wrestle the youthful white away, but not in time. The lance and the woman after it plummeted into the draconic monster, and she'd bound off it and land, the creature defeated - or so they thought. The people scattered still, as if they'd traded one evil for another. Here she frowned, and looked to him with a shrug. The adult black dragon stood, and looked to them both with a sneer - and no longer with the element of surprise, it flew off and left them both in the dust. Later that day, they'd arrived in a nearby monastary, and landed comfortably in the courtyard. The monks gave a similar reaction, but changed colors upon seeing the white-garbed elf drop down. Here they asked her to but stay a day or two, and relax - enjoying what fruits they could learn from each other. Suspicious at first, she accepted, and ensured her companion was given great care himself. She had more than her own fill of knowledge as they spoke of the goddess Sarenae, of her qualities and her beliefs. It was here she realized that perhaps she had been guided to a larger purpose, and Ansrithar was a gift to push her towards it. It took much consideration, but in time she finally accepted it, and in turn so had Ansrithar. It was decided, and over the next few years, she had devoted herself the the causes held by the edicts of her Goddess, and continued forth to spread good fortune and deeds - for the church had given her blessed armor, and sacred weaponry to further her cause against corruption, and bring as many back to the Light as possible - and the best place to start, was Izmir.
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