Saerya Felnaryl - Weak bones, Strong heart.

[Avaricious]

-- General Description -- (To be Updated upon change)

Full Name: Saerya Naivie' Felnaryl.   (Sss-air-E-ya, Nay-E-vee, Fell-na-rill)
Alignment: Neutral Good
Class: Cleric/Wizard
Race: Moonelf
Age: 166
Height: 5'5 ft
Weight: 132 lbs 
Eyecolor: Pale Blue
Skincolor: Pale
Haircolor: Black
Birthday: 4th of Ches
Sibilings: None.
Affilations(to be noted): Tharryilis Felnaryl (father), Felilnya Felnaryl (mother), Felgonthis Yssiri (cousin, third circle wizard) Jasmynth Simika'tylne (childhood friend, best friend)


-- Attributes --

Strength: 14
Dexterity: 10
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 12
Wisdom: 17
Charisma: 14

-- Physical Description -- (To be Updated upon change)

A smile is often found upon this woman's lips, and she offers a warm welcome to most. Her long black hair is worn often in great plaits braided with silver. She favors light clothing, usually wearing a simple white blouse, leather pants and flats worn on her feet, her clothes and appearance always being kept prim and proper, with a silver diadem dangling just above her brows. When adventuring, she wears a steel breastplate with mirrored trimmings on the collar, a similar style also worn on her shield that reflects light, day or night. She is of a thin build, her own armor, sword, shield and bow seem to test her physical prowess from time to time.


-- Biography --

Her family had a tradition and trade they carried on for several hundreds of years, which lead them to teaching all family members of proper methods of scribing and understanding different texts, languages, and basic magic at the least. Many of her family members were esteemed wizards that would sometimes conduct their own travels outside of the village. Not something she saw much of, as she spent most of her youth learning about magic, language and helping others around the village with simple tasks. After a long time of some of her cousins returning home with injuries and sicknesses, Saerya began to feel low of her own limited abilities to help them. They would always assure her that one day she would be able to properly grasp the arcane, but that isn't what she really wanted. Guided upon a series of visions in her reverie, she soon took up the courage to announce to her mother and father that becoming an wizard like her cousins isn't what she wished to do. They took her to pray to the Seldarine for guidance, and that she found. Given another series of visions the night after her prayer, her journey had begun. She set out to meet a man she saw in her dreams, a slender long haired man wearing a toga in the moonlit forest. There she had begun her learning of the Lady of Dreams, and she was announced as Mooncalled, to follow her heart and where her visions guided her, she set out shortly after to begin her quest for enlightenment to unlock the mysteries veiled by the mysterious luminious cloud.

[Avaricious]

A neat new tome finds it's way into Saeryas hands. A leather bound book with a floral pattern on the front and empty pages within. Sitting down cross legged in the common room, she slowly dips her quill into the thick black ink in her inkwell. The memory of another time arises in her, and she looks sad for a moment. Pausing before she brings the quill over towards the book and begins writing in a neat elven script.

Entry #1 --

I never did think this would be easy. Even after all these years and finally being able to speak up and take over my own destiny, I sometimes feel like this is something that won't change, no matter how many experiences I have, how many lives I could live, maybe im supposed to stop trying to deny who I am, and embrace who I am instead. I miss my friends back home, but this is a troubled time in these lands. Speaking of my own problems would not exactly be appropriate, let alone fair on others. While upon my journey i've met many friends who I honestly believe I can place my faith in. A lot of these people I've met have much more interesting stories than myself, and sometimes I feel as if I've been selfish and unfair by leaving home for my own interests, while these other people fight to find their loved ones, I left mine behind. Is this right of me, or did I make a mistake? Regardless of the awnser, it's too late now. The path back home has become dangerous, and I've found myself with some purpose here in these lands. 

Cael'yr and Syl'aera, I have both grown fond of. They are the first of the green isle that I've ever met, and I have many questions to ask, though every time I come to ask, I get a lump in my throat thinking about my own home, and I would hate to evoke the same feeling on someone else. Cael'yr and I travel often, and he enjoys my company I believe. At once we spoke about love. He touched my arm when we finished speaking, and all I could think about is all those steamy romance novels Jasmynth loved to read. So naturally I found myself confused. . . Not only have I never had a mate before, but I thought his heart belonged to Syl'aera. A beautiful woman also from the green isle. She and him are together every time I see them. I couldn't ever imagine myself breaking between the two, so perhaps I should try and avoid speaking to Cael'yr until the situation becomes more obvious. 

For now, I've been keeping myself occupied with helping some of the locals. I've become something of a local teacher, which is rather funny to me, as I had been a student myself not too long ago! I've been helping show others how to make basic salve and balm. Something I believe everyone should have the right to know if they plan on adventuring. Of course application of the salve in a productive and useful manner is another lesson in itself. Maybe I should offer to teach how to properly bind a wound next. Now, if I could only find someone to help teach me! I've been acting like I know what I'm doing around here, but the cold truth is that I have no idea where to even begin. 

[Avaricious]

Entry #2 --

I set out on the roads after a request one of the local merchants asked of me. I was to travel to Valkur's Roar to deliver a package of sorts. On my way there, I met a man, who was suprisingly well spoken for how he appeared. He was wearing only rags over his bruised body, and he asked of me to spare some coin, for his family. So, I offered him to come along with me to complete my journey to Valkur's Roar, and I would split any gold we recieved to help him and his ilk. It seemed rather strange at the time that he would abandon his family, but I thought little of it at the time. . . . After some conversation, I felt as if something was wrong. He was being rather silent, and he kept creeping behind me. Before I knew it, he sprung at me with a rock in his hand.

I tried to stop him, but. . . . I instinctively pulled out my sword, and was to wave it between us, as a warning. I suppose he didn't see that. . .and instead I accidentally sliced his hand clean off his arm. The lump in my throat that usually resides there seemed to grow tenfold. I suddenly felt sick, and I dropped my sword. . . I couldn't decide if what I did was wrong or right. I've slain bandits before, but I didn't see this man as one. But instead a pale reflection of desperation itself. I wished to help him, and I really do believe that he was indeed trying to just help his family. He screamed at me, and fled as I tried to help bandage his arm . . . what is becoming of me? Have I become cold?

My heart froze, and so did my feet, though his surely did not. I made the rest of my journey to Valkur's Roar alone. . . arriving at a rather sad city, void of color and life. I finished my task, and decided to try relaxing by the docks. I sat myself down, and let myself succumb to the dulling sound of crashing waves. . . maybe that's why this place is called Valkur's Roar? I have seen little of my friends as of late, and my mind travels places I would never wish upon someone else. . . . I am going to seek some rest.

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Slowly closing her journal, she held it in her arms for some time, looking out across the Dragonmere, the sun setting and reflecting a golden image across the waters. Taking in a final calming breath before standing herself up and walking away from the docks.

[Avaricious]

Entry #3 --

I reunited with Syl'aera and Cael'yr, we all met in Valkur's Roar, and we decided upon a venture back to one of the local crypts. Some time ago we went there, but this time we really had the time, and help to venture further. We put much dead to rest, but I still find myself unsatasfied as we had to turn back, due to wavering and dissipating magics. Perhaps we will soon make another excursion into the tomb to awnser some questions about it. Why it's there, who the people are, and why the dead walk. These mysteries are still out of my reach, and I suppose they will be known another time.

On our venture, Cael'yr and Syl'aera both seemed rather upset about me calling them "dear" . . . it's news to me that I appeared condescending or like I was looking down on them. Cael'yr and I spoke more about this later, as he noticed I was being rather quiet and careful with what I said to avoid making trouble. He seemed rather guilty about the matter, and it upsets me that I caused this, when I was trying so hard to avoid such things. I've never been good at speaking with others. Specially with jokes, i've spent far too much of my time with books and a serious family, and I believe it is surely taking its toll on me now that i'm away from home.

Cael'yr made a point of emphasizing that we were friends. I wasn't sure why he was getting at that, until I asked about him and Syl'aera, to get a real awnser about the two of them. He informed me that they were courting, and so I told him that I was happy for him. He went on to admit he had feelings for me once, which confuses me. I don't know what to think, or do about that. I noticed through our journeys that Syl'aera is usually fairly silent, and it occured to me that they might be getting upset with me calling them "dear" because of a feeling of jealousy? If I evoked this feeling, as I fear I might have, then I can only hope our friendship remains strong.

After the long day, here I rest. Alone and silent. Through all the things said today, i'm not sure how to deal with any of it. Like I was given an entirely new color and expected to paint the world with it. I can only hope that what i'm doing is right and for the best.