Post by valsharessbarra on Jun 21, 2009 11:13:06 GMT -5
It was 120 years from present day when a storm that would tear the nerves of the citizens living in the Lake of Steam decided to make an entrance that still, after a century and two decades, is talked about with fervor... Of course, the tale itself has evolved to include ridiculous things like howling banshees and undead pirates riding lightning, but one... One alive remembers that day well. For the storm itself raged on for almost one full year.
This storm did not come simply with a swath of destruction the likes of which took five years to repair... It came with life as well.
An elf babe sat crying a midst the wrecked remains of a sail, dragged onto the shore and made a safe haven within a tiny cave. Wizards of the Steam wandered toward the shore after viewing the massive vessel collide into the rocks, and still manage to pull itself ashore.
"Come Hasarth, we must see if any live."
Echoed the powerful magus Altain Deviris as he lead his apprentice down the beaten, slippery path to the wreck below. There... Was no one. But the sound was carried by the winds itself, the sound of the babe seemed to pierce the crackling thunder to be heard. It defied whatever fate had decided.
Altain Deviris shook in his boots when he saw the wreckage, elven in design he was sure. Following the crying sounds his eyes lowered to see an elven woman's corpse holding a small helpless thing within her arms.
"By the great oaken lord... She -"
"Yes Hasarth, died of her wounds it seems. This storm has already proven an act of no mere weather... Come, let us take the babe into the city."
"B-But..."
"I know, an elf. Come now, we must tarry before the eye of the storm shifts again."
No one is quite sure what happened that night... But so many nights after was Altair seen with someone he regarded as more than an accident but a son. The elfin boy was mischievous from the very beginning, his eyes were ever curious and his grasp of magic was astounding. Eventually time passed... Hasarth left for Waterdeep where he would carve a fortune for himself, all the while warning Altair. A human raising an elf.
Altair never gave it a second thought, he was more than a mere human man after all. One born with the blood of an infernal... Though not enough to notice really. A tiefling. He would live long enough, he supposed, to teach the boy proper.
All that was left of the boy's past was a pendant. Yvelios Islethan... Son of Masilas Islethan and- The rest tarnished by weather. So was his name given... Yvelios Islethan of The Lake of Steam.
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Name: Yvelios Islethan
AL: Lawful Evil
Diety: Savras
Age: 120
Race: Sun Elf
Gender: Male
Eyes: Partial gold with small flecks of blue.
Hair: Odd for a sun elf, but black.
Height: A tad taller than most Sun Elves but nothing so terribly dis concerning. Only noticeable by other elves really.
Weight: 96lbs
Background:
Yvelios knows nothing of his origins, not who his mother was (Save for a name) nor his father. Not where they were headed before the ship wrecked, not why they were so close to the Lake of Steam. Nothing. Because of this he is ever curious of other elves and their mannerisms, always trying to gather whether his own are that of his parents or his teachings. which is nature and which is nurture.
Given this background, Yvelios is an odd one. Being raised by a human male (For even he did not know of the tiefling blood within the wizard) whom he considered a father, Yvelios is a very open minded lad often to the point of eccentric. Never having truly spent time amongst elves, all he knows of them is written within books or told in tales by travelers - namely humans or half elves who often take to the roads and have seen a great and many thing.
Being raised within the Lake of Steam has also taught the lad a great deal about making friends, the more you have and the nicer you are to them... The more apt they are to grant you favors with a blissfully ignorant smile. So, it is how he lives. Truly trusting only very very little and even then he does not give it openly. Yvelios has, after all, been known to use the law in his and only his favor.
Yvelios can often be seen in the company of human or dwarves, always expanding his knowledge with adventure - though he treasures such acts not in the least bit. For now however it must do. Gems, semi precious stones, and the like are his favorite to study while more abstract subjects snake their way into his mind. Always with his head in a book and his mind on arcanely matters, it is seldom Yvelios's attention can be snatched on a whim.
When not studying the region, its people, or any other curiosity he finds himself with Yvelios can be seen traveling from Proskur to Isinhold or Redmist (For now) to sell arcane, and sometimes, divine scrolls. More eager is he to venture into lands where elves can be found living in their natural habitats but he does not risk the journey alone and thus, tends to act awkwardly studious of an elf who appears in Isinhold.
Easy to befriend and contract, it is rare that Yvelios will ask a price for his arcane skills or companionship down the road. So, look to him within the Isinhold Market, Thayan Enclave in Proskur, or... of course, the Regal Griffon Inn- his head in a book.
This storm did not come simply with a swath of destruction the likes of which took five years to repair... It came with life as well.
An elf babe sat crying a midst the wrecked remains of a sail, dragged onto the shore and made a safe haven within a tiny cave. Wizards of the Steam wandered toward the shore after viewing the massive vessel collide into the rocks, and still manage to pull itself ashore.
"Come Hasarth, we must see if any live."
Echoed the powerful magus Altain Deviris as he lead his apprentice down the beaten, slippery path to the wreck below. There... Was no one. But the sound was carried by the winds itself, the sound of the babe seemed to pierce the crackling thunder to be heard. It defied whatever fate had decided.
Altain Deviris shook in his boots when he saw the wreckage, elven in design he was sure. Following the crying sounds his eyes lowered to see an elven woman's corpse holding a small helpless thing within her arms.
"By the great oaken lord... She -"
"Yes Hasarth, died of her wounds it seems. This storm has already proven an act of no mere weather... Come, let us take the babe into the city."
"B-But..."
"I know, an elf. Come now, we must tarry before the eye of the storm shifts again."
No one is quite sure what happened that night... But so many nights after was Altair seen with someone he regarded as more than an accident but a son. The elfin boy was mischievous from the very beginning, his eyes were ever curious and his grasp of magic was astounding. Eventually time passed... Hasarth left for Waterdeep where he would carve a fortune for himself, all the while warning Altair. A human raising an elf.
Altair never gave it a second thought, he was more than a mere human man after all. One born with the blood of an infernal... Though not enough to notice really. A tiefling. He would live long enough, he supposed, to teach the boy proper.
All that was left of the boy's past was a pendant. Yvelios Islethan... Son of Masilas Islethan and- The rest tarnished by weather. So was his name given... Yvelios Islethan of The Lake of Steam.
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Name: Yvelios Islethan
AL: Lawful Evil
Diety: Savras
Age: 120
Race: Sun Elf
Gender: Male
Eyes: Partial gold with small flecks of blue.
Hair: Odd for a sun elf, but black.
Height: A tad taller than most Sun Elves but nothing so terribly dis concerning. Only noticeable by other elves really.
Weight: 96lbs
Background:
Yvelios knows nothing of his origins, not who his mother was (Save for a name) nor his father. Not where they were headed before the ship wrecked, not why they were so close to the Lake of Steam. Nothing. Because of this he is ever curious of other elves and their mannerisms, always trying to gather whether his own are that of his parents or his teachings. which is nature and which is nurture.
Given this background, Yvelios is an odd one. Being raised by a human male (For even he did not know of the tiefling blood within the wizard) whom he considered a father, Yvelios is a very open minded lad often to the point of eccentric. Never having truly spent time amongst elves, all he knows of them is written within books or told in tales by travelers - namely humans or half elves who often take to the roads and have seen a great and many thing.
Being raised within the Lake of Steam has also taught the lad a great deal about making friends, the more you have and the nicer you are to them... The more apt they are to grant you favors with a blissfully ignorant smile. So, it is how he lives. Truly trusting only very very little and even then he does not give it openly. Yvelios has, after all, been known to use the law in his and only his favor.
Yvelios can often be seen in the company of human or dwarves, always expanding his knowledge with adventure - though he treasures such acts not in the least bit. For now however it must do. Gems, semi precious stones, and the like are his favorite to study while more abstract subjects snake their way into his mind. Always with his head in a book and his mind on arcanely matters, it is seldom Yvelios's attention can be snatched on a whim.
When not studying the region, its people, or any other curiosity he finds himself with Yvelios can be seen traveling from Proskur to Isinhold or Redmist (For now) to sell arcane, and sometimes, divine scrolls. More eager is he to venture into lands where elves can be found living in their natural habitats but he does not risk the journey alone and thus, tends to act awkwardly studious of an elf who appears in Isinhold.
Easy to befriend and contract, it is rare that Yvelios will ask a price for his arcane skills or companionship down the road. So, look to him within the Isinhold Market, Thayan Enclave in Proskur, or... of course, the Regal Griffon Inn- his head in a book.
) his unknown origins, for all we know he isn't a pureblooded sun elf eh? Anyway just letting you all know.))