[~250 Years Ago]
Fenn'Liel Bitterleaf is tired, The Long Shadow is cast over The Great Forrest like an oppressive plague. Nature is being corrupted by its darkness and the trees are no longer alive with song, there is little joy here anymore. But as pathfinder, she continues to seek out safe trails for her people to follow.
THE WILD STORM has raged for 3 days, the ceaseless rain has swollen the tributaries of The Tears of a Queen and they are surging too wildly to find an easy crossing. She whispers to the spirits of the forest, they don't respond as powerfully as they once did, but gradually the roots and bushes grow and extend across the swollen river allowing her passage.
As she crosses she catches the soulful cries of an infant on the wind. She sees what she now knows to be a miniature sailing ship (for she had never seen one before in those times), pitching over the rushing river. It is caught in the branches of her makeshift bridge and inside is a tiny babe.
It is not a wood elf.
Bitterleaf names her Rain.
[~230 Years Ago]
The Long Shadow is defeated, but the forest is overcome by evil and they have lost many of their clan to the vile creatures that infest it.
Bitterleaf makes a decision to abandon it. Again The Wild Storm comes, and seeing this as a sign, she leads her people towards its origin : far to the east. Across the open grasslands, to the coast.
Fenn'Liel Bitterleaf is tired, The Long Shadow is cast over The Great Forrest like an oppressive plague. Nature is being corrupted by its darkness and the trees are no longer alive with song, there is little joy here anymore. But as pathfinder, she continues to seek out safe trails for her people to follow.
THE WILD STORM has raged for 3 days, the ceaseless rain has swollen the tributaries of The Tears of a Queen and they are surging too wildly to find an easy crossing. She whispers to the spirits of the forest, they don't respond as powerfully as they once did, but gradually the roots and bushes grow and extend across the swollen river allowing her passage.
As she crosses she catches the soulful cries of an infant on the wind. She sees what she now knows to be a miniature sailing ship (for she had never seen one before in those times), pitching over the rushing river. It is caught in the branches of her makeshift bridge and inside is a tiny babe.
It is not a wood elf.
Bitterleaf names her Rain.
[~230 Years Ago]
The Long Shadow is defeated, but the forest is overcome by evil and they have lost many of their clan to the vile creatures that infest it.
Bitterleaf makes a decision to abandon it. Again The Wild Storm comes, and seeing this as a sign, she leads her people towards its origin : far to the east. Across the open grasslands, to the coast.
[~35 Years Ago - From Bitterleaf's Journals]
We have, I suppose, become one with The Wild Storm and they seek us out for guidance, for warning, for protection, or for the thrill of being part of it. Lady Coto, a human from Minbar Prime, comes to chase it, I have assigned Rain as her guide, that girl spends too much time with the animals [A Few Months Ago] Bitterleaf the most ancient, the most cantankerous, is nearing her end, but she is still wise and respected and, quite frankly, very loud and hard to ignore. She summons Rein: “The times are changing, Rain. You are changing. I can see your birthmarks have shifted. Travel again to the walled up people-hive and find your true path.” “Minbar Prime is weeks away, all on my own? It’s not safe for a single girl out there you know, and what of Aaliyah?” |
“HA! Aaliyah will be safe with us, or perhaps she'll want to visit her father there. You know they've opened the gate. You know you have to go.”
“Are you sending me away?”
“No, I am asking you to find yourself.”
“But I am not lost.”
“Aren’t you?”
[Rein]
RAISED BY WOOD ELVES, her birth-origin unknown, she passes for a wood elf and ages like one, but her blood is deep purple-blue and she is marked by dark blue tattoo-like symbols that shift and change infrequently.
Her hair is an almost white platinum-blonde, her skin a bluish tinted nut-brown, her fingers and toes are permanently stained in dark blue as though she had dipped her hands in tailor's dye, and her blue-green eyes have a silver sheen, she has no irises.
She believes in the power of the storm, and the beasts of the earth. Of life everlasting in its cycle of rebirth.
She smells of fresh rain
“Are you sending me away?”
“No, I am asking you to find yourself.”
“But I am not lost.”
“Aren’t you?”
[Rein]
RAISED BY WOOD ELVES, her birth-origin unknown, she passes for a wood elf and ages like one, but her blood is deep purple-blue and she is marked by dark blue tattoo-like symbols that shift and change infrequently.
Her hair is an almost white platinum-blonde, her skin a bluish tinted nut-brown, her fingers and toes are permanently stained in dark blue as though she had dipped her hands in tailor's dye, and her blue-green eyes have a silver sheen, she has no irises.
She believes in the power of the storm, and the beasts of the earth. Of life everlasting in its cycle of rebirth.
She smells of fresh rain