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Name: Nalya Sel'nas
Race: Aur
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Height: 6' 1''
Weight: 160 lbs
Religion: Nalya is a less than religious follower of Jomil the Hermitess. She believes that Jomil represents some of the experiences and traits that Nalya herself has. A combination of wisdom and sadness, exile and gentleness; these make up both Nalya and her deity.
Languages: Tradespeak, Aur
Home Location: Scara Brae, Windlacer Mountains
Racial Description: The Aur are a fair-skinned, tall race. Their eyes range from blue to shades of green and purple. Some of the Aur, however, have a unique aura about them, an appearance of mysticism and magic. These particular Aur are able to wield the powerful songs of their ancestors and are called Enchanters and Enchantresses by their fellow Aur, or magi by other races. In order to wield their magic, Enchanters must seize onto a torrent of power which they simply refer to as “the Source”. Dwelling in small, stone huts, the Aur carve out a meager existence amongst the steep mountainsides of the Windlacer Mountains. They forage for local roots, berries, and herbs. Their culture is primitive to outsiders, but underneath, they have developed a complex culture. Music is held dearly by these people, and it is at the heart of many of their festivals. The two largest holidays occur on the Autumn and Spring Equinoxes. The Autumn Equinox is a day of contemplation, balance, meditation, and thought. The Spring Equinox, however, is a day of ruckus, fun, laughter, intoxication, and festivities. The festival of the Spring Equinox may start innocently enough, with a congregation of Aur forming around a chosen few singers. However, in time, the festival degenerates into what most societies would view as dreadfully sinful. Large bowls of a thick, dark, distilled booze are passed around the circle, and nearly everyone drinks of them deeply. The singers are gradually replaced by dancers, and instead of cultured songs, the crowd lets out choruses that would cause even the most vulgar tavern patron to blush. Outside of the festivals, the Aur enchanters and enchantresses hold great sway among their people. The Aur as a whole have no real government, but are technically under jurisdiction of Scara Brae's monarch. The Aur are fully grown by their twenties, but have similar longevity as the elves. Visitors of the Windlacer Mountains the Aur call home rarely spot these people, as they can be quite elusive if they wish it. In addition, the Aur's “justice” is quite brutal. Crimes such as rape, theft, and arson are punishable with death, while the worst crime, murder, when it rarely happens, can be punished with the extermination of an entire family.
Appearance: Nalya's pale skin stretches over her hagrid and emaciated face, her eyes circled by dark lines of exhaustion and by dreary, emerald-tinted eyeliner. The dim orbs of her eyes peer out, her emotions unreadable beneath the lackluster appearance of her face. She is taller than most, yet prefers not to stand out. She instead dons a noticeable stoop, not caring about posture. However, around those able to detect magic, this “disguise” fails. She exudes an aura of potential, although not power, that is easily noticeable. Nalya's fair hair dangles haphazardly halfway down her back, unkempt yet also free of tangles.
Personality: Nalya is distrusting, yet tolerant; curious and creative, yet scheming and quiet. She is a woman of paradoxes; her personality traits almost opposites. She is reclusive, preferring to stay in the background, listening and observing rather than acting. A side effect of this trait is that she will rarely enter combat without at least attempting to talk it out, or gain an upper hand with words. If one were to win her trust, she would be a loyal friend, but such is quite difficult. She cares little about appearances, instead taking note of one's personality, actions, tone, and words. She can be abrasive and rude at times, and depressed at others. When surrounded by music-less noise, and lots of it, she becomes irritable and subject to migraines.
Equipment:
Aur Traveling Garb: Nalya's outworn, traditional Aur clothing has faded over time, its intricacies now gone, replaced by an appearance of overuse. These clothes have suited her well for years, for they are both warm and comfortable. Once the threads were colored with sky blue dyes sewn in intricate patterns against a white background, but now grime and time have reduced these fine linen clothes to a pale, dull gray. Her clothing includes a monochiton, as well as braccae reaching down from her waist to her upper ankles. Underneath these, she wears a similarly colored but far-less faded full slip, woven from smooth silk.
Hessian Sack: This small burlap sack is worn on one shoulder with a rudimentary leather strap. The cloth is not dyed and is abrasive and rough, but is useful for holding a few days worth of food and water, as well as other small items. The opening is secured with an angora yarn drawstring, and the sack usually contains enough food for about two days and a leather canteen that can contain enough water for a similar duration.
Boots: These simple, leather boots have served Nalya for years, well able to endure whatever nature throws at them. They are of simple, brown leather, mud-stained in places, with similar leather soles. They reach up to Nalya's ankles and fit snugly on her feet.
History:
It was the night of the Spring Equinox, the Aur festival of fun. A single, luscious woman, named She'lo, stood between two men in a forest grotto, each trying his best to seduce her. Both doted for She'lo for many months, and each would do all he could to win her over. One of those men was Tesro. Slowly, the woman turned towards Tesro, and Tesro took a step forwards, smiling, believing that he had succeeded. The woman's lips drew back for an instant, revealing the glimmer of perfectly aligned ivory teeth. Tesro took another step forwards just as the lady whispered. “Sorry,” she whispered, turning towards the other man, her lover-to-be.
Hours later, both lovers exhausted and sweaty, they lay togetheron the mountainous ground. Tesro, unlike the lovers, was anything but pleased. Perhaps his lust for love could not be realized, but a darker lust, one of blood, could. Emerging from the trees' shadows, he proceeded to strangle both lovers before deciding that his original lust might be realized after all. He lay with She'lo's dead body, taking her as the other man had taken her minutes before.
Nalya, still a toddler, stood confused in front of a makeshiftheadsman's block. Her father, Boryon, her mother, Yalna, and her uncle, Tesro, stood, their heads down, atop the small area for executions. With a silent prayer, the executioner thrust a sharpened, wooden stake into Tesro, then Boryon, then Yalna. For those involved, time seemed to slow. The executioner, thrusting the spear while tears streamed down his face. Boryon and Yalna, both staring sadly at their sole child as they were killed. Tesro, remembering how he had killed the woman he wanted. Blood splattered and spewed as Nalya, shocked by the gore-filled scene in front of her, wailed. The executioner plunged his simple spear repeatedly into the already crumbling bodies, their final breaths choked by an upheaval of blood. Nalya, still sobbing, was dragged away by an enchantress. Tesro, her uncle, had committed a murder against his own people, the Aur, and with this heinous crime, his entire family was punished. Nalya was spared due to her youth, but because of the wrongdoings of her kin, her own name was a badge of shame. She was spared from execution, but not from ostracism.
Nalya Sel'nas was almost entirely friendless; the only personsympathetic to her, despite her dishonorable surname, was a male of similar age. He met with Nalya secretly for years, since to associate with Nalya in public would invite similar shame on him. The male, whose name was Naeros, taught as much as he could to Nalya, including the song magic that gave the Aur their power. Naeros, however, was not a skilled teacher, and was only able to teach Nalya a minute fraction of the plethora of spells that were made available to Naeros.
As the two aged, what initially was a simple friendship becamemuch more. Their visits became much more frequent and equally more intimate. Nalya turned to Naeros for the companionship and love that she should have received from her dead parents and from friends, while Naeros turned to her perhaps out of pity, but more likely because all of those hours Naeros spent with Nalya were not spent with the other people in the usually close-knit society of the Aur. Naeros didn't really know anyone but Nalya, and Nalya knew no one but Naeros. Nalya was already cut off from the others because of her uncle's actions, and Naeros was becoming equally cut off as her friendship and infatuation budded into love.In such a tightly knit society, it is hard to hide one's secrets. Rumors of their forbidden relationship spread like wildfire, and although Nalya could be brought no lower socially, Naeros could. Unsure of how to bear the upcoming shame, Naeros saw but one option: leave Nalya. Having her relationship destroyed, Nalya fled the now-unbearable life she lived, taking only the clothes on her back and a burlap sack. Unsure of what to do or where to go, she just made her way as best as she could to the first town she saw.
Scara Brae: a town full of confusion and hustle. Very much unlikeNalya's village, and very much unlike Nalya. Arriving in the crowded town, the Aur woman was instantly assailed with merchants peddling their wares, the scents of seedy taverns, and drone-like townspeople milling about the streets. Even harder to deal with was the noise – noise which one would never find in an isolated village. Her head and ears throbbed as she glanced around for some place of sanctuary: some place away from the noise.
Ahead was a monastery: small, dilapidated. Nalya squeezed herway through much of the crowd, making her way towards the prospective silence of a center of worship. This small chapel held only a few “worshipers”, chatting glibly amongst one-another. Nalya slowly advanced, glancing around the simplistic church and reveling in the relative quiet.
A sturdy, weathered altar jutted from the very floor in front ofNalya. Behind that, an elderly priest spoke quietly. “Might you be in need of aid?”, he questioned. Nalya paused and nodded her wearied head.
Nalya rested there that night, and for many more. The priest taught her of Scara Brae, of the Thayne, and of Jomil. She learned quickly, and the priest perhaps looked at her as a disciple. The man, whose name was Wes'nok, never pried into her circumstances, and any wonder he might have had over who she was, he kept to himself. Wes'nok was a kind mentor, but no more.
With shelter and education secured, Nalya set out into Scara Braenightly. At first she made mental maps of the town, as well as the more notable establishments, but in time, she integrated herself as best as she could into the society while refusing to give up her traditional garb, despite the many stares it brought.
Despite having a home and a tutor, Nalya recognized theimportance of coinage in a town like Scara Brae. Hearing the music, despite its tawdriness, Nalya stepped hesitantly into a reasonably popular tavern named “The Silver Swan”. A decent place, it was, with few brawls. She inquired as to work, and the innkeeper looked her over. Judging from her garments that she would not accept more dishonorable feminine work, he questioned tentatively: “Can you sing? The girl I've got. . . She's a real looker, but her voice is. . . Eh, you can hear her yourself. Good singin' brings in customers, and good singers bring in good money.” Within minutes, she had memorized a few of the simpler tavern songs, and climbing aboard a table, she began to sing. She had no accompaniment, barely knew the songs, and wasn't sure she could do it, but sing she did. After just a few words, the tavern fell silent, all eyes turned towards her. She held the attention of every patron in the saloon, and she sung. She was hired.
Day after day, she returned to the Silver Swan, receiving a fair wage in return for her voice. Still, such talent didn't ensure happiness. She was accosted once in the tavern. Moments later, after a short Aur song, the man was clutching his flaming hair, screaming. The owner, unsure of what had happened, but not liking it, threw her out. Three days later, the Silver Swan went out of business.
By this time she had all but left her monk mentor, Wes'nok, and nowshe was thrown out of her job. Her reputation both as a skilled singer and as some sort of mage spread, and she was unable to find work due to some degree of paranoia amongst the townsfolk. Her misfortune only continued when her sizable store of money was stolen by cutpurses, whom she was unaccustomed to.
Skills and Traits:
[I]Despairing Grace: Despite Nalya's troubled past, she can put up a facade of confidence that grants her grace beyond that of most. Every movement she makes is fluid, every step she takes calculated.
Vocalist: Nalya is a masterful singer. Her voice projects well and she can easily perform difficult songs and melodies with ease. She may occasionally slip up, but only rarely.
Wordplay: Nalya is adept with words, and although no diplomat, is able to use her inherent talent with language to her advantage. This applies only when speaking Aur and Tradespeak, since these are the only two languages Nalya is currently familiar with.
Seize the Source: Nalya, like all Aur Enchanters and Enchantresses, wields her magic by first seizing “the Source”. The Source is a raging torrent of magic that must be dominated in order to be used, and some have compared it to a river of fire and ice. This usually takes but a moment, but when Nalya is emotional, this can take up to a few seconds.
Spellsongs:
Ward of Protection: The ward of protection is a song of moderate length and tempo. It is a low song. When sung, a thin, shimmering barrier of intense blue forms usually around the caster, but it is occasionally used to guard another target. The barrier slowly strengthens as the song continues until its finish. The barrier, at its full strength, can absorb several average fireballs before dissipating. This particular song is not very draining, and can be used to protect just about anything. However, a larger shield, or one further away, is more draining. Due to the time it takes to form, this shield is not a particularly useful defense against quick attacks.
Ignite: This song is a rapid, short song using a large swathe of Nalya's vocal range, hitting both high and low notes. It can create a flame when the song is finished. The fire does not sustain itself, so oxygen and fuel are required to keep it going. Larger fires require much more energy to create, as do ones farther away from the caster. Nalya has a tendency to light people's hair on fire with this song when they have sufficiently troubled her.
Arctic Breath: This song is a slow, high pitched song of a long length. Nearby wind is chilled greatly and directed at the target. It comes as a gentle breeze, allowing the frosty air to rob an area of a great amount of heat. This song has a steady affect throughout its entire duration, making it equally effective at its start as at its end. It is a relatively easy spell, though if used over long distances, it can be fairly draining.
I apologize sincerely for the length. Erm, sorry? I almost pity whoever has to judge this, just because of its length. Anyways, this is my first character on Althanas, so... There's probably somethin' wrong, donno.
Race: Aur
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Height: 6' 1''
Weight: 160 lbs
Religion: Nalya is a less than religious follower of Jomil the Hermitess. She believes that Jomil represents some of the experiences and traits that Nalya herself has. A combination of wisdom and sadness, exile and gentleness; these make up both Nalya and her deity.
Languages: Tradespeak, Aur
Home Location: Scara Brae, Windlacer Mountains
Racial Description: The Aur are a fair-skinned, tall race. Their eyes range from blue to shades of green and purple. Some of the Aur, however, have a unique aura about them, an appearance of mysticism and magic. These particular Aur are able to wield the powerful songs of their ancestors and are called Enchanters and Enchantresses by their fellow Aur, or magi by other races. In order to wield their magic, Enchanters must seize onto a torrent of power which they simply refer to as “the Source”. Dwelling in small, stone huts, the Aur carve out a meager existence amongst the steep mountainsides of the Windlacer Mountains. They forage for local roots, berries, and herbs. Their culture is primitive to outsiders, but underneath, they have developed a complex culture. Music is held dearly by these people, and it is at the heart of many of their festivals. The two largest holidays occur on the Autumn and Spring Equinoxes. The Autumn Equinox is a day of contemplation, balance, meditation, and thought. The Spring Equinox, however, is a day of ruckus, fun, laughter, intoxication, and festivities. The festival of the Spring Equinox may start innocently enough, with a congregation of Aur forming around a chosen few singers. However, in time, the festival degenerates into what most societies would view as dreadfully sinful. Large bowls of a thick, dark, distilled booze are passed around the circle, and nearly everyone drinks of them deeply. The singers are gradually replaced by dancers, and instead of cultured songs, the crowd lets out choruses that would cause even the most vulgar tavern patron to blush. Outside of the festivals, the Aur enchanters and enchantresses hold great sway among their people. The Aur as a whole have no real government, but are technically under jurisdiction of Scara Brae's monarch. The Aur are fully grown by their twenties, but have similar longevity as the elves. Visitors of the Windlacer Mountains the Aur call home rarely spot these people, as they can be quite elusive if they wish it. In addition, the Aur's “justice” is quite brutal. Crimes such as rape, theft, and arson are punishable with death, while the worst crime, murder, when it rarely happens, can be punished with the extermination of an entire family.
Appearance: Nalya's pale skin stretches over her hagrid and emaciated face, her eyes circled by dark lines of exhaustion and by dreary, emerald-tinted eyeliner. The dim orbs of her eyes peer out, her emotions unreadable beneath the lackluster appearance of her face. She is taller than most, yet prefers not to stand out. She instead dons a noticeable stoop, not caring about posture. However, around those able to detect magic, this “disguise” fails. She exudes an aura of potential, although not power, that is easily noticeable. Nalya's fair hair dangles haphazardly halfway down her back, unkempt yet also free of tangles.
Personality: Nalya is distrusting, yet tolerant; curious and creative, yet scheming and quiet. She is a woman of paradoxes; her personality traits almost opposites. She is reclusive, preferring to stay in the background, listening and observing rather than acting. A side effect of this trait is that she will rarely enter combat without at least attempting to talk it out, or gain an upper hand with words. If one were to win her trust, she would be a loyal friend, but such is quite difficult. She cares little about appearances, instead taking note of one's personality, actions, tone, and words. She can be abrasive and rude at times, and depressed at others. When surrounded by music-less noise, and lots of it, she becomes irritable and subject to migraines.
Equipment:
Aur Traveling Garb: Nalya's outworn, traditional Aur clothing has faded over time, its intricacies now gone, replaced by an appearance of overuse. These clothes have suited her well for years, for they are both warm and comfortable. Once the threads were colored with sky blue dyes sewn in intricate patterns against a white background, but now grime and time have reduced these fine linen clothes to a pale, dull gray. Her clothing includes a monochiton, as well as braccae reaching down from her waist to her upper ankles. Underneath these, she wears a similarly colored but far-less faded full slip, woven from smooth silk.
Hessian Sack: This small burlap sack is worn on one shoulder with a rudimentary leather strap. The cloth is not dyed and is abrasive and rough, but is useful for holding a few days worth of food and water, as well as other small items. The opening is secured with an angora yarn drawstring, and the sack usually contains enough food for about two days and a leather canteen that can contain enough water for a similar duration.
Boots: These simple, leather boots have served Nalya for years, well able to endure whatever nature throws at them. They are of simple, brown leather, mud-stained in places, with similar leather soles. They reach up to Nalya's ankles and fit snugly on her feet.
History:
It was the night of the Spring Equinox, the Aur festival of fun. A single, luscious woman, named She'lo, stood between two men in a forest grotto, each trying his best to seduce her. Both doted for She'lo for many months, and each would do all he could to win her over. One of those men was Tesro. Slowly, the woman turned towards Tesro, and Tesro took a step forwards, smiling, believing that he had succeeded. The woman's lips drew back for an instant, revealing the glimmer of perfectly aligned ivory teeth. Tesro took another step forwards just as the lady whispered. “Sorry,” she whispered, turning towards the other man, her lover-to-be.
Hours later, both lovers exhausted and sweaty, they lay togetheron the mountainous ground. Tesro, unlike the lovers, was anything but pleased. Perhaps his lust for love could not be realized, but a darker lust, one of blood, could. Emerging from the trees' shadows, he proceeded to strangle both lovers before deciding that his original lust might be realized after all. He lay with She'lo's dead body, taking her as the other man had taken her minutes before.
Nalya, still a toddler, stood confused in front of a makeshiftheadsman's block. Her father, Boryon, her mother, Yalna, and her uncle, Tesro, stood, their heads down, atop the small area for executions. With a silent prayer, the executioner thrust a sharpened, wooden stake into Tesro, then Boryon, then Yalna. For those involved, time seemed to slow. The executioner, thrusting the spear while tears streamed down his face. Boryon and Yalna, both staring sadly at their sole child as they were killed. Tesro, remembering how he had killed the woman he wanted. Blood splattered and spewed as Nalya, shocked by the gore-filled scene in front of her, wailed. The executioner plunged his simple spear repeatedly into the already crumbling bodies, their final breaths choked by an upheaval of blood. Nalya, still sobbing, was dragged away by an enchantress. Tesro, her uncle, had committed a murder against his own people, the Aur, and with this heinous crime, his entire family was punished. Nalya was spared due to her youth, but because of the wrongdoings of her kin, her own name was a badge of shame. She was spared from execution, but not from ostracism.
Nalya Sel'nas was almost entirely friendless; the only personsympathetic to her, despite her dishonorable surname, was a male of similar age. He met with Nalya secretly for years, since to associate with Nalya in public would invite similar shame on him. The male, whose name was Naeros, taught as much as he could to Nalya, including the song magic that gave the Aur their power. Naeros, however, was not a skilled teacher, and was only able to teach Nalya a minute fraction of the plethora of spells that were made available to Naeros.
As the two aged, what initially was a simple friendship becamemuch more. Their visits became much more frequent and equally more intimate. Nalya turned to Naeros for the companionship and love that she should have received from her dead parents and from friends, while Naeros turned to her perhaps out of pity, but more likely because all of those hours Naeros spent with Nalya were not spent with the other people in the usually close-knit society of the Aur. Naeros didn't really know anyone but Nalya, and Nalya knew no one but Naeros. Nalya was already cut off from the others because of her uncle's actions, and Naeros was becoming equally cut off as her friendship and infatuation budded into love.In such a tightly knit society, it is hard to hide one's secrets. Rumors of their forbidden relationship spread like wildfire, and although Nalya could be brought no lower socially, Naeros could. Unsure of how to bear the upcoming shame, Naeros saw but one option: leave Nalya. Having her relationship destroyed, Nalya fled the now-unbearable life she lived, taking only the clothes on her back and a burlap sack. Unsure of what to do or where to go, she just made her way as best as she could to the first town she saw.
Scara Brae: a town full of confusion and hustle. Very much unlikeNalya's village, and very much unlike Nalya. Arriving in the crowded town, the Aur woman was instantly assailed with merchants peddling their wares, the scents of seedy taverns, and drone-like townspeople milling about the streets. Even harder to deal with was the noise – noise which one would never find in an isolated village. Her head and ears throbbed as she glanced around for some place of sanctuary: some place away from the noise.
Ahead was a monastery: small, dilapidated. Nalya squeezed herway through much of the crowd, making her way towards the prospective silence of a center of worship. This small chapel held only a few “worshipers”, chatting glibly amongst one-another. Nalya slowly advanced, glancing around the simplistic church and reveling in the relative quiet.
A sturdy, weathered altar jutted from the very floor in front ofNalya. Behind that, an elderly priest spoke quietly. “Might you be in need of aid?”, he questioned. Nalya paused and nodded her wearied head.
Nalya rested there that night, and for many more. The priest taught her of Scara Brae, of the Thayne, and of Jomil. She learned quickly, and the priest perhaps looked at her as a disciple. The man, whose name was Wes'nok, never pried into her circumstances, and any wonder he might have had over who she was, he kept to himself. Wes'nok was a kind mentor, but no more.
With shelter and education secured, Nalya set out into Scara Braenightly. At first she made mental maps of the town, as well as the more notable establishments, but in time, she integrated herself as best as she could into the society while refusing to give up her traditional garb, despite the many stares it brought.
Despite having a home and a tutor, Nalya recognized theimportance of coinage in a town like Scara Brae. Hearing the music, despite its tawdriness, Nalya stepped hesitantly into a reasonably popular tavern named “The Silver Swan”. A decent place, it was, with few brawls. She inquired as to work, and the innkeeper looked her over. Judging from her garments that she would not accept more dishonorable feminine work, he questioned tentatively: “Can you sing? The girl I've got. . . She's a real looker, but her voice is. . . Eh, you can hear her yourself. Good singin' brings in customers, and good singers bring in good money.” Within minutes, she had memorized a few of the simpler tavern songs, and climbing aboard a table, she began to sing. She had no accompaniment, barely knew the songs, and wasn't sure she could do it, but sing she did. After just a few words, the tavern fell silent, all eyes turned towards her. She held the attention of every patron in the saloon, and she sung. She was hired.
Day after day, she returned to the Silver Swan, receiving a fair wage in return for her voice. Still, such talent didn't ensure happiness. She was accosted once in the tavern. Moments later, after a short Aur song, the man was clutching his flaming hair, screaming. The owner, unsure of what had happened, but not liking it, threw her out. Three days later, the Silver Swan went out of business.
By this time she had all but left her monk mentor, Wes'nok, and nowshe was thrown out of her job. Her reputation both as a skilled singer and as some sort of mage spread, and she was unable to find work due to some degree of paranoia amongst the townsfolk. Her misfortune only continued when her sizable store of money was stolen by cutpurses, whom she was unaccustomed to.
Skills and Traits:
[I]Despairing Grace: Despite Nalya's troubled past, she can put up a facade of confidence that grants her grace beyond that of most. Every movement she makes is fluid, every step she takes calculated.
Vocalist: Nalya is a masterful singer. Her voice projects well and she can easily perform difficult songs and melodies with ease. She may occasionally slip up, but only rarely.
Wordplay: Nalya is adept with words, and although no diplomat, is able to use her inherent talent with language to her advantage. This applies only when speaking Aur and Tradespeak, since these are the only two languages Nalya is currently familiar with.
Seize the Source: Nalya, like all Aur Enchanters and Enchantresses, wields her magic by first seizing “the Source”. The Source is a raging torrent of magic that must be dominated in order to be used, and some have compared it to a river of fire and ice. This usually takes but a moment, but when Nalya is emotional, this can take up to a few seconds.
Spellsongs:
Ward of Protection: The ward of protection is a song of moderate length and tempo. It is a low song. When sung, a thin, shimmering barrier of intense blue forms usually around the caster, but it is occasionally used to guard another target. The barrier slowly strengthens as the song continues until its finish. The barrier, at its full strength, can absorb several average fireballs before dissipating. This particular song is not very draining, and can be used to protect just about anything. However, a larger shield, or one further away, is more draining. Due to the time it takes to form, this shield is not a particularly useful defense against quick attacks.
Ignite: This song is a rapid, short song using a large swathe of Nalya's vocal range, hitting both high and low notes. It can create a flame when the song is finished. The fire does not sustain itself, so oxygen and fuel are required to keep it going. Larger fires require much more energy to create, as do ones farther away from the caster. Nalya has a tendency to light people's hair on fire with this song when they have sufficiently troubled her.
Arctic Breath: This song is a slow, high pitched song of a long length. Nearby wind is chilled greatly and directed at the target. It comes as a gentle breeze, allowing the frosty air to rob an area of a great amount of heat. This song has a steady affect throughout its entire duration, making it equally effective at its start as at its end. It is a relatively easy spell, though if used over long distances, it can be fairly draining.
I apologize sincerely for the length. Erm, sorry? I almost pity whoever has to judge this, just because of its length. Anyways, this is my first character on Althanas, so... There's probably somethin' wrong, donno.