Rheawien
03-26-06, 06:49 PM
((I had 12,830 EXP and 0 GP. Also, keep in mind that even though there is enough EXP for lv3, I never did a lv3 update and this is not it. I'll do that level up later, after, I'm done with the quest with Sarah.))
Basic info:
Full name: Rheawien Mal’Ganis Lightbringer
Age: 37
Hair: long white
Eyes: brown
Height: 170cm (5’7”)
Weight: 54kg (120lbs)
Race: half-elf
Occupation: wanderer
Appearance:
Being an elf on her father side, Rheawien embodies the full fairness of the elven folk in her human body, with gentle and kind face, silky white skin and soft and gentle voice that, even though it couldn’t be measured with true elves, is far fairer and more melodic then the vast majority of normal humans. However, nowadays the words she utters are mostly bitter and cynical.
Around her waist there is a light leather belt on which her katana is hanging together with a couple of small leather bags that can hold small items like GP, herbs etc. She also has a small satchel that lies on her back. Around her neck there is a thin silver chain that holds the emblem of a wolf’s head near her average sized breasts.
Years spent in wandering after she found the man from her dreams took very little toll on Rheawien. Elven blood that flows through her veins allowed her to remain unchanged during the 16 years of her life out of her homeland, looking as if she didn’t age a day since she turned 21. However, the long years of solitude changed her in another way, her kind face grew colder and more often then not locked in a firm frown. Her hair is now fixed in a rich, often even messy, ponytail that reaches almost halfway down her back, the raven feather still firmly fixed in the midst of the pitch-black hair. Due to her immunity to cold, she mostly travels in a sleeveless tanktop that reveals a portion of her bare stomach and a pair of skin tight leather pants.
Attributes:
Rheawien got her mother’s body, there was no doubt about that, since there was no sign of her father’s warrior stature and strength that was pretty much average. She did, however, receive the high agility from his side, but it came with a rather average stamina that came from her mother side. But there were good things coming from her mother’s gene pool too, as her wisdom was high from the moment she was born. With a good intelligence coming from both sides, Rheawien soon learned on which of her attributes to rely on, and on which she must improve. Even though she had elven blood, her charisma never was her prime attribute as shamans were never much liked.
During the long years of wandering, Rheawien’s agility and stamina grew significantly. All the miles her slender legs have crossed and all the battlefields they ran over resulted in improved agility that is now about 2.5 times better then the one of an average warrior, meaning she can move faster and has better reflexes in combat then most. Her stamina is now comparable to an average trained warrior, which is a great improvement from when she got in these lands.
Personality:
Though once a rather positive and cheerful person, Rheawien grew cold and bitter during her adventuring days that gifted her with nothing but sorrow and shattered dreams. With the first man she fell in love with ever since Letho dead, Rheawien now started to embrace the dark side her mother left to her as a heritage. Her views of the world darkened even further, changing her personality completely from the fair half-elf that was once the hero of Scara Brae. She is now a cynical woman, her views mostly pessimistic, and her attitude arrogant and cocky most of the time. She is still ready to do a good deed, but more and more she sees how redundant those deeds are.
On top of that, during her quest in the Windlancer Peaks, her mother will was awoken in her, the will of somebody she tried to suppress all these years while she did her best to focus on the goodness her father bestowed upon her. Now she is under influence of both, making her views even more sarcastic. She is often torn from the inside by these conflicting influences and more often then not she is in deep thought about which path to take, and which voice to listen.
Weapons and items:
Titanium katana – With a straight (not curved) blade and the black/red hilt with a single red ruby on the end of the handle, this weapon is Rheawien's primary weapon. The scabbards are colored in the same fashion, black with two stripes of red at each side. But the scabbards itself are made of dark steel and Rheawien often uses them in battle as an offhand weapon for blocking if she is facing multiple foes. ((picture)) (http://www.angelsword.com/photos/favorites/av-katana.jpg)
Chinese longsword – This blade was once in a possession of Ganitorax, a brave soldier that fought alongside Rheawien in the battle for Scara Brae fortress. Ganitorax fell, and though he wanted his wife to have his sword as a memory, his wife gave it to Rheawien. Rheawien is very emotionally attached to this sword and rarely uses it in combat. ((picture)) (http://www.knivesandtools.com/productimages/cs/large/CS88G.jpg)
Damascus dagger – A basic dagger used for stealth and throwing more then once saved the half-elf’s life.
The Ward – Following the basic lines of defensive magic, The Ward is a stone completely focused on protecting the wearer. Right now there are only two abilities the stone have, but with time the wearer can tap into more power of the artifact (the new abilities must be quested for and approved as a spoil):
1./ Flare – this is the basic ability the stone has. When held in the wearer’s hand the stone emits radiant soft light, channeling it’s power outwards in a simplest way. The light can be summoned at will and lasts for an unlimited amount of time, but once it’s unsummoned the wearer has to wait for an entire hour before using it again.
2./ Shield of Hope – this is the ability the stone emits when it’s worn around one’s neck. The stone allows the wearer to summon an invisible barrier made out of pure energy that encircles the wearer in a sphere. However at the time the shield can only sustain one averagely powerful attack (whether it is a sword slash or a magic attack) from a person one level above her. Once the shield is drained the ability cannot be used for at least six hours.
In her satchel Rheawien carries a water flask together with a small amount of healing herbs, a spare shirt, two additional pairs of dark socks and a the rest is filled with additional cloth that is used for bandaging.
Probably her most prized possession is a raven feather that is sticking from her hair (unseen to most, since it’s black like her hair), a token of her mother’s betrayal and an only thing besides the robes she ever got from her father.
Skills:
Living two different lives from 0-13 years of age and from 13-20, Rheawien was trained both first by her mother in the skills of sorcery and her father in the skills of battle and nature. Her best skill combines both teachings.
Ki Sword – a technique Rheawien developed together with her father, combining her amazing inner strength for uses in battle. She summons all her inner power and enhances her sword, making it harder and sharper then usual (in simple, she raises the tier of her sword by two). This lasts only for 3 minutes tops, or 3 x 45 seconds and she can use it two times a day (once every 12 hours).
Ki Agility – another technique developed by Rheawien and her father. She summons her inner power and focuses it on her muscles and the clarity of her mind, making her two times faster then usual and her reflexes sharpen. This comes with a price though as after the effect wears off she feels two times more tired then she would usually be. The effect lasts for 2 minutes or 2 x 45 seconds and she can use it two times a day (once every 12 hours).
Shreds of the past – a technique that only appears once Rheawien is low on energy and/or close to death. Her mother’s teaching return in a violent manner, draining every ounce of energy from Rheawien without her being able to control it, resulting in a strong energy outburst that has an effective area effect of 5 meters (meaning full damage from the burst is within that area) with the power of the blast deteriorating 10% for every next meter (meaning that at 15 meters there is no effect)
Telekinesis - Her mother’s power awoke in her as she faced the avalanche and now Rheawien can move objects with her inner power channeled through her hands. Note that she must channel it with her hands. This ability has two modes: 1.Rheawien can move any three solid objects which weighs approximately 20 pounds each over a distance of 25 meters. She can only move it for 30 seconds, after what she needs half an hour to recharge her power. Note that if she shortens the time she uses this ability, her recharge time shortens proportionally. She can hurl objects with this power, but the acceleration and the power is equivalent to throwing it with her own hand. 2.Rheawien can channel her power in a shape of an outburst of energy that spreads from her hands in a shape of a cone 15 meters in length and 10 in width at the wide end of the cone. The strike is equivalent to that of a muscular man and can strike as many people as there are in the cone area. However, once she uses this ability her power is completely drained and she has to wait for at least six hours for it to recharge. Note that once she uses this form of the ability, she cannot use the first option for the time it takes to recharge.
The heritage of Dram – spending a good deal of time in the cold lands of Salvar and Berevar that were so similar to her homeland of Ferioh, the ability that all pureblood Dram has is awoken in the half-elf. She can now resist coldness with relative ease, this ability allowing her to walk in environments such as Salvar storms in nothing but a pair of pants and a sleeveless shirt and not feel cold. This ability works in a manner that there is an invisible heated barrier a fraction of an inch from her skin, powered by her inner power. This also cuts the effectiveness of ice based spells cast at her by one third.
Beside those, Rheawien has slight knowledge in herb lore from her mother and some knowledge of the wilderness she picked up during the last seven years living with her father in his woods, but neither are worth mentioning as a skill, since they only mean she can use herbs and doesn’t get lost or die in the woods as easily as others. They are more instinctive skills that came with her elf/shaman heritage.
History:
Aradiel was a master shaman in the small tribe of Dram that was just another tribe in the frozen land of Ferioh, far to the north. Dram were barbarian human folk that lived in huts and wore animal pelts as their clothes. The elves of the Violien, the neighbour kingdom that was separated from Ferioh by the sea of Uduin, had little interest in the barbaric folk and seldom they dwelled in the heathen lands of Ferioh, visiting only for trade purposes since Ferioh had the best supply of furs in the whole known land.
What was not known neither to elves, nor to vast majority of the Dram was the ritual the shamans of that frozen land persecuted for over a thousand years, a secret breeding ritual. It was said that every chief female shaman (and only the females could be Shamans in Dram tribes, while the males became the Elders, though shamans ruled the tribes, as the elders were more like a council members) was to seek the best Dram warrior in the known lands and conceive a female child with him, adding his strengths to the future generation. What was the ultimate goal of this ritual, nobody but the shamans knew, since the mothers said it only to their daughters at the age of becoming. The father was to be sacrificed and his body given to flames as an offering to the Tesra, the goddess of Dram, so she would spill her blessing on the conceived child. It was done that way for a thousand years and the circle begun once again.
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You shall soon be tempted, my child. Be warned, for he who brings light might also bring doom. You have been warned. the voice spoke to Aradiel in her dreams, and she woke up to the coldness of her hut, bathed in cold sweat. It was not the first time she has seen this dream, a tall strong main of fair face and white hair, and she feared him as even in his dreams she could not resist him.
Leaving the darkness of her hut wrapped in a piece of wolf fur, she stepped into the snowstorm that was raging just outside her hut, trying to cover all her village in pearly whiteness. The cold storm wind immediately froze her soaked face and she shook of the fear as confidence returned to her head. She will not be seduced by this foreigner, no matter what.
No more then two days have passed, and each night the same dream came to Aradiel, and each time she failed to resist the man, and each time she woke up in cold sweat. But as the third day has dawned the shaman was awaken by the deep sound of the watch-horns. Stepping outside her hut and into the fresh winter morning, her eyes soon got used to the shining whiteness of her surrounding and immediately she noticed a large caravan entering her village. And there, on the horse whiter then the snow of the north stood the man of her dreams, leading the caravan and waving to the cheering crowd. The Dram liked the elves, even though the love was not exactly returned, and they cheered for every visit of the fair folk.
“What is your business here, fair people of the south?” Aradiel spoke strictly as soon as she got closer to the leader of the caravan, followed by two of her guards. He greeted her with a smile as he jumped of his horse and bowed his head slightly as he spoke in the soft voice that pleased every ear that could listen to it.
“You must be the master Shaman of this fine settlement, my lady. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Sendil Lightbringer of the Midforest Elves of Violein. We came here over the Dathorian passage since this bitter winter froze Uduin from surface to bottom. We bear goods for trade with you fine people. We are unarmed and mean no harm, as you can see.” He spoke to the beautiful shaman that stood mesmerized, because in front of her stood the man from her dreams, the man with whose face she awakened for the last three days. But in that very moment all those threats and warnings that her goddess gave her disappeared as she gazed at this fair man, and as she gazed at her almost naked body, covered by a rich winter wolf pelt. Never in his life has Sendil seen such a beauty in a raw, unpolished state, so unlike the stuck up elven maidens that he saw more then enough during his ages, and never in her life has Aradiel seen such a strong fair man.
That night, after the feast of celebration that was held in the great council hut, Sendil sneaked into Aradiel’s hut and made love to her, and even though it defied all her teachings, all her mother ever told her, Aradiel disregarded it and let Sendil take her. The morning brought bitter realization as she gazed upon Sendils tranquil body lying next to her. She has tainted the line of Mal’Ganis with elf blood, since she felt new life pulsating in her womb. Pulling out her knife, she wanted to strike Sendil, but there was no resolution in her, as she fell in love with this man and could not end his life.
But she could not stay with him either, since the word would get out and all the shamans would soon know of her failure, and they would prosecute her and her husband until they are both perished, since that was the way of the Dram shamans and she could not bring death to the man she loved. Neither could she go with him, since the elves would never welcome her kind in their sacred lands. So as the day dawned, she made the hardest decision in her life and sent Sendil away from her and warned him never to return, saying she felt nothing for him.
Heart broken, Sendil led his caravan back to Violein where he lived alone, away from the other elves, dwelling upon the few moments he had with Aradiel, hoping that one day she could see Aradiel again, even though she didn’t want him.
Looking at the leaving caravan with tears in her eyes, Aradiel was approached by an elderly woman that was leaning heavily on her wooden stick.
“You have failed my daughter, and you will bring the wrath of Tesra upon us all.” She spoke to the shaman with a rough, silent voice.
“Not all.” Aradiel said to her and those were the last words she ever spoke to her mother, and that was the last time she was seen in the lands of Dram. She left her village and made her home into the frozen wastelands where she gave birth to a daughter to which she gave an elven name Rheawien, which meant “Power of Love” and raised her in those bitter lands, training her in the arts of sorcery.
But with every passing day she spent with her daughter, her mind was more and more defiled by the vile voice of her goddess, and the face of Tesra that was once sweet and tender, changed into a vile evil face that haunted her every step. Often she would find herself leaning over Rheawien with a dagger in her hand in the middle of the night, not even knowing how she got there.
By the time Rheawien reached the age of becoming (13 years of age) her mother has grown bitter and cold and neither of them could remember the love they shared during the early years of her childhood, as they lived a self-preserving life, worrying only about themselves. With the last piece of goodness that was let in Aradiel, she sent her daughter away from herself on her 13 birthday, knowing that she would surely kill her if she remained by her side. Giving her only a small locket with a wolf emblem and the name of her father, she left her on the shores of Uduin, hoping she will never see her again.
By the grace of a noble sea farer, Rheawien, all alone and scared, made her way to Violein, where the elves greeted her with kindness, noticing the elven lines in her face and stature. She found her father in the desecrated woods far to the east, this crummy gray man that lost the will to live as his heart was torn asunder. But the moment he laid his eyes on this poor lost 13 year old girl, the strength returned to his limbs and the young look returned to his face in the matter of seconds, as he could see an imaga of his lost love and he knew who was standing in front of him, even before the girl spoke her name.
The next seven years were the best years of his and Rheawien’s life, as he though her the ways of the elves and listened to her stories of his love that was lost in the frozen north. Some stories saddened him, some brought smile to his face again and again, but he enjoyed every minute of watching his daughter grow up into a fine woman.
However, deep in to cold of the north, Tesra kept tormenting Aradiel and for seven years she haunted her mind with vile images. Aradiel fought, but in the end she would not win the battle with her goddess and Tesra finally broke her, sending her on her final mission, to kill Sendil and the foul insult to Tesra she gave birth to.
As Aradiel went across the Uduin, the tremendous storm followed her every move by he courtesy of Tesra, and she managed to pass the elven lands unnoticed by the keen eyes of the fair folk, as they eyes were turned towards saving their land from the biggest storm of this age. She found her daughter and Sendil on their estate, gathering all the horses in the stables to shield them from the oncoming storm.
As Aradiel made her way out of the woods, Rheawien felt a strange presence, a presence of somebody she knew, but there was something different, something very wrong, the wrath she was feeling and the coldness could not be coming from that person.
“What is it, Rheawien?” Sendil asked his daughter, noticing she was drifting away in one of her daydreams. Rheawien stood still, her eyes closed, and focused on the presence.
“No, it cannot be! Mother?” she said to herself, but her father’s keen ears could hear it too.
“What are you saying, daughter? What is it that troubles you?” her father asked again, but she remained silent, as she was starting to realize who is coming from the woods, why, and why is this storm upon the fair land of Violein. Suddenly her eyes opened and focused on the last line of the trees.
“She approaches.” She spoke with fear in her voice, realizing what Aradiel has become, and what she came to do. She could feel her immense power, amplified by some great evil, something that was not of this world, and she trembled at the realization.
“Let us run, father, run as far as we can, to the end of the world if it takes.” She pleaded her father, who couldn’t quite understand what was the big deal. Sure, he and the other elves could tell there is something foul in the air, something other then nature that powered this storm, but none could tell what. Until Aradiel emerged from the forest, her black hair flying all around her, covering her face and only her almost completely white eyes could be seen, glowing through the blackness of her hair. He recognized her the moments she appeared and his heart started to beat faster as he wanted to approach her and talk to her after all these years, but Rheawien stopped him.
“That is not mother, not anymore. Let’s run away from her, a vile hand is upon her.” She spoke, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from Aradiel that slowly and confidently approached. But he could not be swayed and his heart was clouded by the few memories that remained in his head, so he did not feel the darkness that radiated from Aradiel’s every move.
As he got closer to her, Rheawien ran in front of her mother, her arms spread wide and spoke, her voice fighting with the storm.
“Stop. There is nothing for you here. You are not…” but she couldn’t finish as Aradiel pushed her away from her path with a fierce strike of her hand, sending her to the ground. That woke Sendil from his memories that enchanted him, as he saw his bellowed daughter bleeding on the ground. A sudden coldness surrounded his heart as he could feel Aradiel and Tesra that stood against him.
“I do not know who you are anymore nor what changed you, Aradiel, but you will not live another moment if you raise your hand on Rheawien again!” he yelled and the battle started. Sendil put up a great fight, but he was no match for godlike Aradiel and her colossal power. Her dagger pierced his chest, the same dagger that could end this 20 years before, as he fell to the ground grasping for air.
Seeing her father fall fueled the rage in Rheawien triggered a tremendous outburst of energy that flew straight at the now weary Aradiel that wasn’t ready for the attack. Defenseless, the attack devoured her flesh and disintegrated the powerful shaman. An alien shriek filled the air and the storm stopped that very second. Crawling to her dying father with last bits of strength, Rheawien looked into Sendil’s eyes and spoke gently.
“Do not hate her, father. All of this was not her will.”
Smiling at his daughter for one last time as blood poured out of his mouth, Sendil spoke his dying words.
“Hate her? Even as I feel her blade in my chest, I love her as the first time I laid my eyes on her. I hope only that you will find the same love as I can see your heart craves for it.” He coughed, sending blood all over his fair face.
“Go. Seek for the man from our visions. Your mother gave you one part of the riddle and I give you the other.” He said and handed her a raven feather that he always wore in his bandana. The vision he spoke of were dreams that came to both of them during these seven years, of a man tall and strong, a warrior that will need guidance, a warrior that could change the fate of the world.
“Goodbye, my daughter. I go to my ancestors…and…hopefully….to….to……..her.” he spoke as the dying breath left his lungs and a calmness took over his face.
For a whole week she mourned the death of her parents, crying at their graves until she could cry no more. But the time has come to follow her father’s dying wish and she followed her heart from the land of Violein and into the unknown to find this man.
During her years in Althanas Rheawien had the luck to actually find the man she was dreaming of all her life. It actually took her very little time to track down this man, a strong warrior from the distant land of Savion, named Letho, but fate played a cruel hand on Rheawien. Once she found the man she found out he did not need her, and that her dreams that guided her every step of her way, were wrong. Letho didn’t need her to help him, to guide him, to love him. He found all that in a woman called Myrhia, a fair mahogany haired slavegirl. She lost her purpose that day, in the outskirts of Scara Brae and from that day she became more and more hollow with every passing day, her mother’s will becoming stronger and stronger.
Rheawien slowly gave up on the Letho and she did her best to occupy herself with other tasks. Because of that she undertook missions in Scara Brae that practically got her a status of a hero. From saving the town of Lud to saving a little psionic boy from a vile demon, she built a name for herself in the large town. But the mission she took to save Gerth’s brother made her fall from the grace of the people and got her a title of a criminal within the walls of Scara Brae, making her unwelcome in the city that she called home for years now. The last drop that spilt the cup was when she and Malagen slain the entire shift of guards that came to arrest them for stealing the gunpowder and killing the escort. Needless to say, she moved on from Scara Brae.
Basic info:
Full name: Rheawien Mal’Ganis Lightbringer
Age: 37
Hair: long white
Eyes: brown
Height: 170cm (5’7”)
Weight: 54kg (120lbs)
Race: half-elf
Occupation: wanderer
Appearance:
Being an elf on her father side, Rheawien embodies the full fairness of the elven folk in her human body, with gentle and kind face, silky white skin and soft and gentle voice that, even though it couldn’t be measured with true elves, is far fairer and more melodic then the vast majority of normal humans. However, nowadays the words she utters are mostly bitter and cynical.
Around her waist there is a light leather belt on which her katana is hanging together with a couple of small leather bags that can hold small items like GP, herbs etc. She also has a small satchel that lies on her back. Around her neck there is a thin silver chain that holds the emblem of a wolf’s head near her average sized breasts.
Years spent in wandering after she found the man from her dreams took very little toll on Rheawien. Elven blood that flows through her veins allowed her to remain unchanged during the 16 years of her life out of her homeland, looking as if she didn’t age a day since she turned 21. However, the long years of solitude changed her in another way, her kind face grew colder and more often then not locked in a firm frown. Her hair is now fixed in a rich, often even messy, ponytail that reaches almost halfway down her back, the raven feather still firmly fixed in the midst of the pitch-black hair. Due to her immunity to cold, she mostly travels in a sleeveless tanktop that reveals a portion of her bare stomach and a pair of skin tight leather pants.
Attributes:
Rheawien got her mother’s body, there was no doubt about that, since there was no sign of her father’s warrior stature and strength that was pretty much average. She did, however, receive the high agility from his side, but it came with a rather average stamina that came from her mother side. But there were good things coming from her mother’s gene pool too, as her wisdom was high from the moment she was born. With a good intelligence coming from both sides, Rheawien soon learned on which of her attributes to rely on, and on which she must improve. Even though she had elven blood, her charisma never was her prime attribute as shamans were never much liked.
During the long years of wandering, Rheawien’s agility and stamina grew significantly. All the miles her slender legs have crossed and all the battlefields they ran over resulted in improved agility that is now about 2.5 times better then the one of an average warrior, meaning she can move faster and has better reflexes in combat then most. Her stamina is now comparable to an average trained warrior, which is a great improvement from when she got in these lands.
Personality:
Though once a rather positive and cheerful person, Rheawien grew cold and bitter during her adventuring days that gifted her with nothing but sorrow and shattered dreams. With the first man she fell in love with ever since Letho dead, Rheawien now started to embrace the dark side her mother left to her as a heritage. Her views of the world darkened even further, changing her personality completely from the fair half-elf that was once the hero of Scara Brae. She is now a cynical woman, her views mostly pessimistic, and her attitude arrogant and cocky most of the time. She is still ready to do a good deed, but more and more she sees how redundant those deeds are.
On top of that, during her quest in the Windlancer Peaks, her mother will was awoken in her, the will of somebody she tried to suppress all these years while she did her best to focus on the goodness her father bestowed upon her. Now she is under influence of both, making her views even more sarcastic. She is often torn from the inside by these conflicting influences and more often then not she is in deep thought about which path to take, and which voice to listen.
Weapons and items:
Titanium katana – With a straight (not curved) blade and the black/red hilt with a single red ruby on the end of the handle, this weapon is Rheawien's primary weapon. The scabbards are colored in the same fashion, black with two stripes of red at each side. But the scabbards itself are made of dark steel and Rheawien often uses them in battle as an offhand weapon for blocking if she is facing multiple foes. ((picture)) (http://www.angelsword.com/photos/favorites/av-katana.jpg)
Chinese longsword – This blade was once in a possession of Ganitorax, a brave soldier that fought alongside Rheawien in the battle for Scara Brae fortress. Ganitorax fell, and though he wanted his wife to have his sword as a memory, his wife gave it to Rheawien. Rheawien is very emotionally attached to this sword and rarely uses it in combat. ((picture)) (http://www.knivesandtools.com/productimages/cs/large/CS88G.jpg)
Damascus dagger – A basic dagger used for stealth and throwing more then once saved the half-elf’s life.
The Ward – Following the basic lines of defensive magic, The Ward is a stone completely focused on protecting the wearer. Right now there are only two abilities the stone have, but with time the wearer can tap into more power of the artifact (the new abilities must be quested for and approved as a spoil):
1./ Flare – this is the basic ability the stone has. When held in the wearer’s hand the stone emits radiant soft light, channeling it’s power outwards in a simplest way. The light can be summoned at will and lasts for an unlimited amount of time, but once it’s unsummoned the wearer has to wait for an entire hour before using it again.
2./ Shield of Hope – this is the ability the stone emits when it’s worn around one’s neck. The stone allows the wearer to summon an invisible barrier made out of pure energy that encircles the wearer in a sphere. However at the time the shield can only sustain one averagely powerful attack (whether it is a sword slash or a magic attack) from a person one level above her. Once the shield is drained the ability cannot be used for at least six hours.
In her satchel Rheawien carries a water flask together with a small amount of healing herbs, a spare shirt, two additional pairs of dark socks and a the rest is filled with additional cloth that is used for bandaging.
Probably her most prized possession is a raven feather that is sticking from her hair (unseen to most, since it’s black like her hair), a token of her mother’s betrayal and an only thing besides the robes she ever got from her father.
Skills:
Living two different lives from 0-13 years of age and from 13-20, Rheawien was trained both first by her mother in the skills of sorcery and her father in the skills of battle and nature. Her best skill combines both teachings.
Ki Sword – a technique Rheawien developed together with her father, combining her amazing inner strength for uses in battle. She summons all her inner power and enhances her sword, making it harder and sharper then usual (in simple, she raises the tier of her sword by two). This lasts only for 3 minutes tops, or 3 x 45 seconds and she can use it two times a day (once every 12 hours).
Ki Agility – another technique developed by Rheawien and her father. She summons her inner power and focuses it on her muscles and the clarity of her mind, making her two times faster then usual and her reflexes sharpen. This comes with a price though as after the effect wears off she feels two times more tired then she would usually be. The effect lasts for 2 minutes or 2 x 45 seconds and she can use it two times a day (once every 12 hours).
Shreds of the past – a technique that only appears once Rheawien is low on energy and/or close to death. Her mother’s teaching return in a violent manner, draining every ounce of energy from Rheawien without her being able to control it, resulting in a strong energy outburst that has an effective area effect of 5 meters (meaning full damage from the burst is within that area) with the power of the blast deteriorating 10% for every next meter (meaning that at 15 meters there is no effect)
Telekinesis - Her mother’s power awoke in her as she faced the avalanche and now Rheawien can move objects with her inner power channeled through her hands. Note that she must channel it with her hands. This ability has two modes: 1.Rheawien can move any three solid objects which weighs approximately 20 pounds each over a distance of 25 meters. She can only move it for 30 seconds, after what she needs half an hour to recharge her power. Note that if she shortens the time she uses this ability, her recharge time shortens proportionally. She can hurl objects with this power, but the acceleration and the power is equivalent to throwing it with her own hand. 2.Rheawien can channel her power in a shape of an outburst of energy that spreads from her hands in a shape of a cone 15 meters in length and 10 in width at the wide end of the cone. The strike is equivalent to that of a muscular man and can strike as many people as there are in the cone area. However, once she uses this ability her power is completely drained and she has to wait for at least six hours for it to recharge. Note that once she uses this form of the ability, she cannot use the first option for the time it takes to recharge.
The heritage of Dram – spending a good deal of time in the cold lands of Salvar and Berevar that were so similar to her homeland of Ferioh, the ability that all pureblood Dram has is awoken in the half-elf. She can now resist coldness with relative ease, this ability allowing her to walk in environments such as Salvar storms in nothing but a pair of pants and a sleeveless shirt and not feel cold. This ability works in a manner that there is an invisible heated barrier a fraction of an inch from her skin, powered by her inner power. This also cuts the effectiveness of ice based spells cast at her by one third.
Beside those, Rheawien has slight knowledge in herb lore from her mother and some knowledge of the wilderness she picked up during the last seven years living with her father in his woods, but neither are worth mentioning as a skill, since they only mean she can use herbs and doesn’t get lost or die in the woods as easily as others. They are more instinctive skills that came with her elf/shaman heritage.
History:
Aradiel was a master shaman in the small tribe of Dram that was just another tribe in the frozen land of Ferioh, far to the north. Dram were barbarian human folk that lived in huts and wore animal pelts as their clothes. The elves of the Violien, the neighbour kingdom that was separated from Ferioh by the sea of Uduin, had little interest in the barbaric folk and seldom they dwelled in the heathen lands of Ferioh, visiting only for trade purposes since Ferioh had the best supply of furs in the whole known land.
What was not known neither to elves, nor to vast majority of the Dram was the ritual the shamans of that frozen land persecuted for over a thousand years, a secret breeding ritual. It was said that every chief female shaman (and only the females could be Shamans in Dram tribes, while the males became the Elders, though shamans ruled the tribes, as the elders were more like a council members) was to seek the best Dram warrior in the known lands and conceive a female child with him, adding his strengths to the future generation. What was the ultimate goal of this ritual, nobody but the shamans knew, since the mothers said it only to their daughters at the age of becoming. The father was to be sacrificed and his body given to flames as an offering to the Tesra, the goddess of Dram, so she would spill her blessing on the conceived child. It was done that way for a thousand years and the circle begun once again.
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You shall soon be tempted, my child. Be warned, for he who brings light might also bring doom. You have been warned. the voice spoke to Aradiel in her dreams, and she woke up to the coldness of her hut, bathed in cold sweat. It was not the first time she has seen this dream, a tall strong main of fair face and white hair, and she feared him as even in his dreams she could not resist him.
Leaving the darkness of her hut wrapped in a piece of wolf fur, she stepped into the snowstorm that was raging just outside her hut, trying to cover all her village in pearly whiteness. The cold storm wind immediately froze her soaked face and she shook of the fear as confidence returned to her head. She will not be seduced by this foreigner, no matter what.
No more then two days have passed, and each night the same dream came to Aradiel, and each time she failed to resist the man, and each time she woke up in cold sweat. But as the third day has dawned the shaman was awaken by the deep sound of the watch-horns. Stepping outside her hut and into the fresh winter morning, her eyes soon got used to the shining whiteness of her surrounding and immediately she noticed a large caravan entering her village. And there, on the horse whiter then the snow of the north stood the man of her dreams, leading the caravan and waving to the cheering crowd. The Dram liked the elves, even though the love was not exactly returned, and they cheered for every visit of the fair folk.
“What is your business here, fair people of the south?” Aradiel spoke strictly as soon as she got closer to the leader of the caravan, followed by two of her guards. He greeted her with a smile as he jumped of his horse and bowed his head slightly as he spoke in the soft voice that pleased every ear that could listen to it.
“You must be the master Shaman of this fine settlement, my lady. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Sendil Lightbringer of the Midforest Elves of Violein. We came here over the Dathorian passage since this bitter winter froze Uduin from surface to bottom. We bear goods for trade with you fine people. We are unarmed and mean no harm, as you can see.” He spoke to the beautiful shaman that stood mesmerized, because in front of her stood the man from her dreams, the man with whose face she awakened for the last three days. But in that very moment all those threats and warnings that her goddess gave her disappeared as she gazed at this fair man, and as she gazed at her almost naked body, covered by a rich winter wolf pelt. Never in his life has Sendil seen such a beauty in a raw, unpolished state, so unlike the stuck up elven maidens that he saw more then enough during his ages, and never in her life has Aradiel seen such a strong fair man.
That night, after the feast of celebration that was held in the great council hut, Sendil sneaked into Aradiel’s hut and made love to her, and even though it defied all her teachings, all her mother ever told her, Aradiel disregarded it and let Sendil take her. The morning brought bitter realization as she gazed upon Sendils tranquil body lying next to her. She has tainted the line of Mal’Ganis with elf blood, since she felt new life pulsating in her womb. Pulling out her knife, she wanted to strike Sendil, but there was no resolution in her, as she fell in love with this man and could not end his life.
But she could not stay with him either, since the word would get out and all the shamans would soon know of her failure, and they would prosecute her and her husband until they are both perished, since that was the way of the Dram shamans and she could not bring death to the man she loved. Neither could she go with him, since the elves would never welcome her kind in their sacred lands. So as the day dawned, she made the hardest decision in her life and sent Sendil away from her and warned him never to return, saying she felt nothing for him.
Heart broken, Sendil led his caravan back to Violein where he lived alone, away from the other elves, dwelling upon the few moments he had with Aradiel, hoping that one day she could see Aradiel again, even though she didn’t want him.
Looking at the leaving caravan with tears in her eyes, Aradiel was approached by an elderly woman that was leaning heavily on her wooden stick.
“You have failed my daughter, and you will bring the wrath of Tesra upon us all.” She spoke to the shaman with a rough, silent voice.
“Not all.” Aradiel said to her and those were the last words she ever spoke to her mother, and that was the last time she was seen in the lands of Dram. She left her village and made her home into the frozen wastelands where she gave birth to a daughter to which she gave an elven name Rheawien, which meant “Power of Love” and raised her in those bitter lands, training her in the arts of sorcery.
But with every passing day she spent with her daughter, her mind was more and more defiled by the vile voice of her goddess, and the face of Tesra that was once sweet and tender, changed into a vile evil face that haunted her every step. Often she would find herself leaning over Rheawien with a dagger in her hand in the middle of the night, not even knowing how she got there.
By the time Rheawien reached the age of becoming (13 years of age) her mother has grown bitter and cold and neither of them could remember the love they shared during the early years of her childhood, as they lived a self-preserving life, worrying only about themselves. With the last piece of goodness that was let in Aradiel, she sent her daughter away from herself on her 13 birthday, knowing that she would surely kill her if she remained by her side. Giving her only a small locket with a wolf emblem and the name of her father, she left her on the shores of Uduin, hoping she will never see her again.
By the grace of a noble sea farer, Rheawien, all alone and scared, made her way to Violein, where the elves greeted her with kindness, noticing the elven lines in her face and stature. She found her father in the desecrated woods far to the east, this crummy gray man that lost the will to live as his heart was torn asunder. But the moment he laid his eyes on this poor lost 13 year old girl, the strength returned to his limbs and the young look returned to his face in the matter of seconds, as he could see an imaga of his lost love and he knew who was standing in front of him, even before the girl spoke her name.
The next seven years were the best years of his and Rheawien’s life, as he though her the ways of the elves and listened to her stories of his love that was lost in the frozen north. Some stories saddened him, some brought smile to his face again and again, but he enjoyed every minute of watching his daughter grow up into a fine woman.
However, deep in to cold of the north, Tesra kept tormenting Aradiel and for seven years she haunted her mind with vile images. Aradiel fought, but in the end she would not win the battle with her goddess and Tesra finally broke her, sending her on her final mission, to kill Sendil and the foul insult to Tesra she gave birth to.
As Aradiel went across the Uduin, the tremendous storm followed her every move by he courtesy of Tesra, and she managed to pass the elven lands unnoticed by the keen eyes of the fair folk, as they eyes were turned towards saving their land from the biggest storm of this age. She found her daughter and Sendil on their estate, gathering all the horses in the stables to shield them from the oncoming storm.
As Aradiel made her way out of the woods, Rheawien felt a strange presence, a presence of somebody she knew, but there was something different, something very wrong, the wrath she was feeling and the coldness could not be coming from that person.
“What is it, Rheawien?” Sendil asked his daughter, noticing she was drifting away in one of her daydreams. Rheawien stood still, her eyes closed, and focused on the presence.
“No, it cannot be! Mother?” she said to herself, but her father’s keen ears could hear it too.
“What are you saying, daughter? What is it that troubles you?” her father asked again, but she remained silent, as she was starting to realize who is coming from the woods, why, and why is this storm upon the fair land of Violein. Suddenly her eyes opened and focused on the last line of the trees.
“She approaches.” She spoke with fear in her voice, realizing what Aradiel has become, and what she came to do. She could feel her immense power, amplified by some great evil, something that was not of this world, and she trembled at the realization.
“Let us run, father, run as far as we can, to the end of the world if it takes.” She pleaded her father, who couldn’t quite understand what was the big deal. Sure, he and the other elves could tell there is something foul in the air, something other then nature that powered this storm, but none could tell what. Until Aradiel emerged from the forest, her black hair flying all around her, covering her face and only her almost completely white eyes could be seen, glowing through the blackness of her hair. He recognized her the moments she appeared and his heart started to beat faster as he wanted to approach her and talk to her after all these years, but Rheawien stopped him.
“That is not mother, not anymore. Let’s run away from her, a vile hand is upon her.” She spoke, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from Aradiel that slowly and confidently approached. But he could not be swayed and his heart was clouded by the few memories that remained in his head, so he did not feel the darkness that radiated from Aradiel’s every move.
As he got closer to her, Rheawien ran in front of her mother, her arms spread wide and spoke, her voice fighting with the storm.
“Stop. There is nothing for you here. You are not…” but she couldn’t finish as Aradiel pushed her away from her path with a fierce strike of her hand, sending her to the ground. That woke Sendil from his memories that enchanted him, as he saw his bellowed daughter bleeding on the ground. A sudden coldness surrounded his heart as he could feel Aradiel and Tesra that stood against him.
“I do not know who you are anymore nor what changed you, Aradiel, but you will not live another moment if you raise your hand on Rheawien again!” he yelled and the battle started. Sendil put up a great fight, but he was no match for godlike Aradiel and her colossal power. Her dagger pierced his chest, the same dagger that could end this 20 years before, as he fell to the ground grasping for air.
Seeing her father fall fueled the rage in Rheawien triggered a tremendous outburst of energy that flew straight at the now weary Aradiel that wasn’t ready for the attack. Defenseless, the attack devoured her flesh and disintegrated the powerful shaman. An alien shriek filled the air and the storm stopped that very second. Crawling to her dying father with last bits of strength, Rheawien looked into Sendil’s eyes and spoke gently.
“Do not hate her, father. All of this was not her will.”
Smiling at his daughter for one last time as blood poured out of his mouth, Sendil spoke his dying words.
“Hate her? Even as I feel her blade in my chest, I love her as the first time I laid my eyes on her. I hope only that you will find the same love as I can see your heart craves for it.” He coughed, sending blood all over his fair face.
“Go. Seek for the man from our visions. Your mother gave you one part of the riddle and I give you the other.” He said and handed her a raven feather that he always wore in his bandana. The vision he spoke of were dreams that came to both of them during these seven years, of a man tall and strong, a warrior that will need guidance, a warrior that could change the fate of the world.
“Goodbye, my daughter. I go to my ancestors…and…hopefully….to….to……..her.” he spoke as the dying breath left his lungs and a calmness took over his face.
For a whole week she mourned the death of her parents, crying at their graves until she could cry no more. But the time has come to follow her father’s dying wish and she followed her heart from the land of Violein and into the unknown to find this man.
During her years in Althanas Rheawien had the luck to actually find the man she was dreaming of all her life. It actually took her very little time to track down this man, a strong warrior from the distant land of Savion, named Letho, but fate played a cruel hand on Rheawien. Once she found the man she found out he did not need her, and that her dreams that guided her every step of her way, were wrong. Letho didn’t need her to help him, to guide him, to love him. He found all that in a woman called Myrhia, a fair mahogany haired slavegirl. She lost her purpose that day, in the outskirts of Scara Brae and from that day she became more and more hollow with every passing day, her mother’s will becoming stronger and stronger.
Rheawien slowly gave up on the Letho and she did her best to occupy herself with other tasks. Because of that she undertook missions in Scara Brae that practically got her a status of a hero. From saving the town of Lud to saving a little psionic boy from a vile demon, she built a name for herself in the large town. But the mission she took to save Gerth’s brother made her fall from the grace of the people and got her a title of a criminal within the walls of Scara Brae, making her unwelcome in the city that she called home for years now. The last drop that spilt the cup was when she and Malagen slain the entire shift of guards that came to arrest them for stealing the gunpowder and killing the escort. Needless to say, she moved on from Scara Brae.