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Anariel was born in the year 216 in the May’Kar desert. Her parents were very loving with her and bent to her wishes easily. When she was 7 her parents drifted apart but still remained a large part of her life. She was raised by the Phoenix and would live between both parents and also in the care of other phoenix. Her dad was a hunter and gatherer in the commune they were a part of and her mother traveled a lot with the caravans. The Phoenix organized and ran the caravan to help themselves and the humans of the desert to always stay in supply of the things they needed. It also provided them with travel and new stories to hear from their surrounding friends.

She lived a happy and contented life, surrounded by kind and caring friends and family. She would float around with what ever may hold her interest at the time. She would go out and gather plants or hunt for animals with her dad, he taught her how to use a bow. Or she would travel the caravan with her mother when she wasn’t doing her studies in the village.
When she was ten she was tested and found to have magic on the arcane side. As a present her parents gave her a young camel which she named Clementine. She would spend a lot of time with Clementine, and would go for days just wandering around the desert with only her for companionship.

After the required year of training had passed she stayed on to learn even more of the arcane magic, she was usually a good student when she was paying attention.

When she was 16 the news came that the Phoenix were to leave the desert and trek into the unknown. Both of her parents had decided they were to leave the desert and urged her to come with. Scared, but ready for an adventure she packed all of her belongings and set off with her parents and Clementine at her side.

The trip was nothing like Anariel had experienced in her life before; food was rationed, her parents didn’t want her to wander off too far. It was repetitious, slow moving and it restricted her roaming. When they reached the docks of Aldoria, the noise and numbers or people were almost overwhelming. The stares, the sneers, the open awe from all the people- she didn’t understand why they looking until her father explained that what they were doing was not normal and what they were asking for was unheard of.

“But this is what Solarus told us to do daddy.”

“Yes my bird, but not everyone understands him the way we do.”

“But he will provide for us like he always has, won’t he?”

He provides a way, but it is up to us to get there. Sometimes it is not always easy, Solarus is testing us and we need to show him we are still worthy and strong.”
They had to camp outside of the main city while their Magis Yara tried to find a captain and ships. They were there for three months before her dad came to her.

“Anariel, my bird. Remember how we talked about Solara showing us the way, but it was up to us to get there?”

“Yes papa.”

“Well Magis Yara believes she has found a way, but she needs our help… she needs your help.”

“What can I do to help?”

“She found a captain, but he wants money from us- more then we have. So Yara is asking us to part with anything we can to help us on our way… Clementine would go a long way to helping us with getting to our island.”

“But dad!!….”

“I know, I know- I would never ask if she wasn’t needed.”

……….

Hurt and with tears falling down her cheeks. “Yes daddy… can I please say good bye to her first.”

“Of course my dear, Solara will be proud of you. I am proud of you.”

Most of the trip was a blur; Anariel was still mourning the loss of Clementine and didn’t notice much else. She stayed in the lower parts of the ship listening to what was going on, but not really understanding the consequences. The other ship was lost; a sickness was going around… then Yara passing away. It didn’t mean anything to Anariel she was still lost in her grief.

One day her mother came down, told her they had found land and that they will be upon it soon. Anariels response was the same as it always was, to just lay there, unresponsive.
“You need to stop being selfish Anariel. We have all lost something precious in our life, we can mourn and then we must move on. It is life. I need you to be strong for me now. There are sick, young and old. They need help and you will help your family, your friends and your commune. You are a Phoenix and we care for everyone and at times that means putting your hurt and problems aside for others. Solara sees you; he feels your pain with you. He has not forgotten you, he is watching you at all times. Come, rise up and see our new home.”

Anariel emerged from the ship- skinny, weak and pale. The Protectors that used to guard the caravans back in the desert were scouting ahead seeing if there was a threat on the new land. When Anariels eyes adjusted to the bright sun and her feet were on solid ground, she looked around. So much green! Trees, bushes, shrubs; everywhere she looked it was greens or blues from the ocean and sky. A glint of color caught her eye, it was a beautiful bird. He looked like a rainbow; blue and yellow with a bit of green on his head. He had a big curved beak. He looked down on her thru one eye, with his head tilted- how strange he was…. Anariel looked around the strange land again, looking through different eyes. She saw the beauty, the wonder and the promise of a new land. She looked back at the bird and with a smile, walked further into her new home.

Phoenix Cleric
Age: 82

Laertes was born to a wealthy Syndar Enclave deep in the heart of the Kingdom of Tielorrien. This enclave was heavily involved in the nobility of the ruling Queen and traveled quite often within the kingdom in order to do the administrative work. Laertes was not raised by his biological mother or father and was put into the academic programs offered to his Enclave that filled his time with study on history, politics, and arcane magics.

Laertes hated politics and studies on the arcane. From a young age, his mind wandered to that of adventure and sword fighting. It made him a bit of an outcast amongst his peers since the children of his Enclave had standards they were expected to live up to. When his friends around him were trying to get high test scores and gain favor amongst the important ranks of the Enclave, Laertes was more concerned about finishing the lesson and being allowed the time to wander about the community and explore.

This did not mean that Laertes was not well educated. He took to his lessons on history and lore and soaked in everything he could find. He had no interest in proper politics amongst ruling Magis Syndar but if there was historical research on old Syndar cultures or ancient artifacts then he would spend hours upon hours reading and studying. This was the life he lived, spending countless hours at the great libraries with the more scholarly Syndar he began to call his friends. His peers continued to look down their nose at him for choosing such things to occupy his time.

When Laertes grew into adulthood, his sense of adventure had finally taken hold of him. After spending a year gathering supplies, he set out on a trip to the southeast corner of Tielorrien. He was going to wait a few more years, but the tests and placement exams of his Enclave were fast approaching and it was not the life that Laertes wanted to live. Most of the elders in the Enclave would have been outraged at the request to leave because their status amongst the kingdom was highly prized. Instead of asking for permission, Laertes slipped out in the dark of night and made haste on his adventure.

Over the next three years, Laertes made the most of his journey. He met many new faces and discussed lore with a number of Magis of the communes he took up residence with. He constantly had to work or trade to get the food and supplies he needed to keep on traveling. There were more than a few nights that were spent outside in a makeshift shelter with an empty stomach. When Laertes reached the end of the Kingdom, he decided to continue on and see what he could find. He had heard many stories of the Syndar’s interacting with a lesser race, one they called the humans. He wanted to see what their civilizations were like. By pledging a couple weeks worth of work, Laertes was able to hitch a ride with a trade caravan going to the May’Kar Dominion. He had been told that this human kingdom was more accepting of the Syndar and that relations with them were much smoother than with the other kingdoms. The May’Kar Dominion was also a nation prized on spritual enlightenment and art and it interested Laertes greatly.

It was at this time that the undead plague began on Faedrun. Being on the move through the Kingdom, the reports that Laertes picked up on were scattered and fragmented at best. The borders of the kingdom were constantly moving with caravans and soldiers from the Syndar nations. Laertes wanted to know more, but there was no way to get more involved in this while passing through the border.

Upon arriving at the May’Kar Dominion, Laertes was amazed at the level of beauty and spirituality of the oasis capitol of the kingdom. The gardens and art of this city rivaled that of some of the most talented artists in Tiellorien. They also housed an immense library of books, which Laertes took to studying quickly. He was fascinated by the different angles to the lore of the books of humans. This is where Laertes began to understand the Mahsai, the May’Kar’s spirtual faction that centers around the act of belief and not the subject of belief. Raised in education on politics and the arcane magics, Laertes felt that his true calling was one of spirituality.

After spending another two years at the May’Kar’s capitol, Laertes decided to follow a trade caravan to Aldoria. The roads had become more dangerous as the war with the undead plague picked up in speed and brutality. The friends he had made in Saresh told him not to go, but Laertes wanted to continue his journey. He was foolish to think that the war had not reached as far as it did.

When the penitent forces and undead ambushed the trade caravan, Laertes finally realized just how bloody war could be. Dozens of caravan guards and travelers were butchered or dragged into the sand and torn to shreds by the tireless undead horde. The basic divine powers he had learned from the May’Kar clerics could do almost nothing to help him survive the onslaught. His combat skills were basic at best and there was only two options left for him… run or die.

Laertes ran. He ran as fast as he could deep into the sand dunes of the May’Kar desert. Without any knowledge of where he was going and with no real supplies, it was obvious that he was not going to survive for very long. After stumbling around in the desert, he succumbed to the heat of the scorching sun and passed out from dehydration.

When Laertes awoke, he was in a makeshift cot in a camp of some nomads. He was still a bit delusional from his near death experience and wasn’t sure what had happened. When he stumbled out of the cot, he found out that he was in the camp of a nomadic group of Syndar. They had found him in the desert and saved his life. The group was skilled at surviving the desert and moving their trade and wares on the backs of camels. Laertes stayed with this group as they returned to their home on the edge of the May’Kar desert.

Laertes had never seen a group of Syndar like this before. There were plenty of texts and scrolls depicting all sorts of the Feral Syndar tribes, but not much existed on any Serous Syndar that chose to live on the fringes of civilization like this. While most seemed to be of Serous bloodlines, a few of the Phoenix members appeared to have Feral qualities as well. The group was named the Phoenix and they spent most of their time trading and wandering the desert. They were not too concerned with the politics of the rest of the Syndar and enjoyed the company of humans. After spending a few months with them, Laertes found he was welcome in their group and felt like he had a place he belonged to and could call home. He decided not to travel back to Tielorrien and return to his previous life.

Laertes took to the customs of the Phoenix and brought with him the education and knowledge of researching the libraries of both Tielorrien and Saresh. His time with the clerics of the Mahsai taught him how to channel his faith into what mattered, the meaningful brush strokes of his inner artist of spirituality. He used his faith to revere the Phoenix and the sun god of his new people.

Over the years, Laertes has collected quite a library of tomes and books on different subjects throughout the ages. When some of the younger Phoenix want to hear stories or ask questions about the other great lands, Laertes would calmly recite some of the knowledge he retained. Periodically, the proper Serous court dialect would slip back into his speech and betray his non-Phoenix heritage, but it had never been an issue with the rest of the Syndar. It often became a small joke amongst the younger Syndar when he “talked funny”. He misses the chance to read and study and looks forward to every trip into the May’Kar to visit the great libraries again.

Laertes also took up martial arts as a means to stay healthy and fit, defend his people when needed, and to channel his inner thoughts and meditations. His preferred weapon was the longer naginata, a fine weapon that served him well. His blade is one of his prized possessions and he can be found spending hours practicing and training with the blade.

When the discussion amongst his people was to abandon this land and find a new home across the sea, Laertes was eager to continue the adventure he began so long ago. The journey was dangerous and many Phoenix perished, but Laertes skill in the divine kept more than a few from dying due to wounds and disease. When Laertes survived and stepped foot off the boats onto the new island they were to call home, he knew that he had made the right choice to leave his Enclave so many years ago.

Once settled on the new island, he began to coordinate with the new Magis of the Phoenix in creating a temple to Solara to continue to practice his faith. Laertes looks forward to teaching the Phoenix’s faith to the younger Syndar and managing his small but impressive library of tomes and scrolls.

Laertes was one of the first volunteers willing to take a boat to the mainland when the settlement of human’s was discovered. He felt his knowledge and experience could benefit in the Phoenix establishing a relationship with the humans.

Celeste was born in the year 228 in a canvas tent in the May’Kar desert. She was part of the Phoenix commune. At the age of 2 it became evident that she was not like the rest of the small children, something was off about her. She did not play like normal children of the Phoneix, when she did her bones would pop out of joint. She was quite fragile and would get injured doing even the simplest of tasks. Her parents hoped she would grow out of it, but when she was four and things did not improve, her parents took her to the Magis for help. Magis Yara stated that the Celeste would not be able to fight like normal because of her rare condition, but with a little help she would be able to train with the other Magis. She could start at the age of 5, which is 5 years sooner than the normal age of 10 for all other Phoenix to be tested for magic. As her parents discussed the possibilities for their daughter they were told of an impending doom to their people. The undead were coming and that Solaris told them of a place free from the undead. The new land was very far away from home, but wanting a future for their daughter they decided to make the trip.

Packing only the necessities they packed up their camel and started the trip with their friends and family. The journey was not a pleasant one. They ran into bandits and soldiers refusing to let the Phoenix pass or demanding a fee. One dark night in Aldoria, Celeste’s father was off gathering plants for food when he was found by a group of bandits. Out numbered and terrified he knew he won’t be able to fight, so he yelled for help while trying to stave off the bandits. A nearby clan member was hunting and heard his cries, he came from the woods and helped to chase off the bandits. Owing his life to this man, they became close friends. Celestes dad invited him and his family to join him for supper. They had a son the same age as Celeste named Thorn. Celeste and Thorn quickly became great playmates and close friends.

After crossing thru Aldoria they came upon the sea. Knowing nothing of the sea, the Phoenix had troubles finding anyone to help them cross. After camping outside of the port, eventually Yara came to find sailor who was willing to take them to the Promised Land that Solaris told them about for a hefty fee. Because of the size of the group they needed two boats so the Phoenix pulled together and sold everything that could be sold for food and to pay for the boats. With the need to take two boats the Phoenix people were separated into two groups. One group was with the captain and the other one was led by stronger members who were quickly trained to control the ship for basic sailing.

The two boats there were able to attain were small so when the day came to set sail, the Phoenix were divided into two groups. Celeste and her family were to be boarded on the ship controlled by the captain, when she noticed Thorn standing in line to board the second ship. Not wanting to be away from her closest friend she begged her parents to let him on the ship. Because of the lack of space, they would not allow the family of three to change ships. His parents arranged it so Thorn could change ships to be with Celeste and they would stay on the other one.

After weeks of travel, the winds turned and a storm set their boat off course. After battling the winds for days; Celeste’s boat was sent south, off the original course and they lost sight of the other boat, the boat containing Thorn’s parents. As they resumed their course to the East not sure if they were going the way Solarus intended, Magis Yara took ill. The strongest healer and second in command Yelse was on the second ship. The healers tried in vain to help Yara, but it was not going well. As the Magis Yara was dying she informed Celeste and her parents that she needs to train at the age of five under the soon to be new Magis, Raina. After a time, land was spotted and the Phoenix were shown their Promised Land.

The new island was wonderful and full of lush woodlands. Celeste and her family built a home in the trees so they could be closer to Solaras. As the island started to take shape Celeste was brought to a newly built temple with Raina to train as one of the new Magis. All Magis need a guard to protect them and the choice was clear for Celeste, she wanted Thorn to be her guard. Thorn was younger then they usually started to train. Raina thought about this, Thorn no longer has parents and needs to be cared for. After a time she conceded that Thorn could be her guard. As the years went by Thorn trained to be a suitable bodyguard for the young Magis, and Celeste continued her training. Thorn grew quite fond of Celeste and after they turned 18 he started to court her, it did not take long before she was returning his affections. After several years, Celeste told her parents she wanted to be joined with Thorn. With their blessing they had a ceremony to be joined, a tradition that is not taken lightly in the Phoenix culture. It was a big celebration.

As time went on a couple of Phoenix noticed a boat and Raina decided to send a welcome group to meet the new people and possibly new land. Anariel and Laertes were chosen as they were level headed and easy to talk to. They were also skilled fighters in magic and naginata. Next chosen was Celeste because she was becoming a great skilled healer and would be able to assist the group well. With Celeste came her partner Thorn who was swore to protect her with his life. With a brief prayer for the group and good byes from her parents, they were sent off to meet the new people who would change her whole life, again.

Thorn
Player: Tim Heise
Age: 31
Born in the year 230

Thorn was born 2 years before the journey to the Island of the Phoenix began, in the May’kar desert. His father was a hunter and a Luthier, and his mother was a basket weaver. During the journey, Thorn’s father saved the life of another Syndar when he was out gathering plants to eat without any one else with him. Some bandits came upon him and he yelled for help. Thorn’s father heard him calling for help and with two Syndar the bandits did not want to press their luck. After that the two men became close friends, the man had a daughter 2 years older then Thorn named Celeste and the two children became friends and were inseparable on the journey. When it came time to board the ships, there wasn’t room for Thorn’s family, so Celeste begged her parents to bring Thorn with them on their ship. Thorn’s parents parents had a bad sense about the ship without the captain and pushed to send him and his newly born baby brother with him, on the ship with the more experienced captain. They put Celestes parents in charge of their children. Thorn’s parents were lost at sea with the ship that didn’t make it to the island. All he had to remember them was his father’s book of hunting secrets and his lutherie tools.

Once life of the island had started to settle, leader Lindur of the Protectors of Solara, needed to rebuild his ranks, having lost most his warriors on the journey. With the help of Uriel, he selected younger children from the tribe that showed potential and embodied the qualities of his warriors: patience, compassion and humility. Most are chosen at the age of 10 then an even smaller number is then partnered with a young Magis in training and will earn the title of Kyrsenshi. Because Thorns parents were gone and he had such a close kinship with Celeste, Lindur spoke with Raina and Thorn was among the few chosen not only to be trained as a Protector but also as a Kyrsenshi. He was pushed at this young age to learn the ways of enlightenment and sanctity of life through meditation and the pursuit of physical perfection.

Of the many weapon styles taught to him by Lindur and Uriel, Thorn is most proficient with the staff, a highly defensible weapon. He views fighting as a tool, a physical discipline that, when combined with meditation, will help him achieve spiritual enlightenment. Kyrsenshi are also taught to be very stealthy, and to embrace the shadows as well as the sunlight. Because of their beliefs, they consider the Undead to be a perversion of nature, and a blight on their world to be eradicated. Kyrsenshi are also taught first aid and a small amount of mage abilities to protect their lightly armored bodies in combat.

Thorn studied, trained and constantly sought enlightenment. As a Kyrsenshi he spent most of his spare time with Celeste, something that he never minded. She understood him as well as he understood her, they were raised together, trained together and as the years passed by, they slowly realized they had always loved one another. After talking about it with Raina, they were joined together in the eyes of Solara, a custom that is uncommon in their culture.
He has a reserved, yet friendly personality and is very curious. He tends to be a bit headstrong and acts before thinking, while still obeying the tenets of his order. Thorn always tries a diplomatic approach before resorting to fighting. He feels that if he has to resort to violence, he has already lost the upper hand. This does not stop him from defending his friends or those in need of help.

Sagrell was born in the year 221 to the Phoenix Syndar. His parents separated shortly after his birth, mutually choosing to mate with others of the tribe. As is customary with young members of the tribe, he was tested at the age of 10 and found to have talent in the arcane arts. Even though he had a clear knack for the arcane, his teachers became increasingly frustrated with the lad. He was a curious boy and pursued every curiosity that came his way, more often than not leading him into one form of mischief or another, even if it was rarely intentional. He dropped out of the classes after the required year but continued to study and read books on his own.

When Magis Yara came back from her journey of enlightenment with news of the never-ending plague, Sagrell was tremendously excited for the journey. For him it was a grand adventure, with curiosities galore and exciting discoveries to be made, and so, when the tribe set off, he was ready. Even when his mother deserted, followed closely by his father, he was ready.

The trek to the ocean was not as glamorous as the boy had hoped, but through it all, his taste for adventure and curiosity kept him upbeat and invigorated. When they finally reached the boats, he wanted desperately to travel on the second boat, but his elders, fearing his curiosity may lead to trouble, insisted that he travel with them, on the boat led by the captain.
The journey was long and boring, excluding the giant storm. That was a little exciting. Sagrell found himself either practicing the arcane or up on deck peering off on into the horizon. He fell ill during the journey, as did most of the Phoenix, but he still continued to spend as much of his time as possible on the deck. One day, after countless others, all exactly the same, he spied land on the horizon. He was so excited, he ran up to the captain, grabbed the spyglass from him and ran to the point of the ship closest to the speck of land to confirm his findings. His smile betrayed him to Magis Raina as he bounced down the stairs.

Life on the new island was wonderful for the boy, all sorts of new things to discover and learn. As he grew, so did his curiosities. After many years, when they sighted movement far off, he was quite upset that he was not among the chosen to go meet them. Once his fellow Phoenix returned from their journey, he bombarded them with questions. Who did they meet? Where were they from? What were they? Were there any pretty girls? On and on he asked.

Somehow, perhaps due to the countless books on undead he read over the years, they allowed him into the group that was sent to assist in combating the Lich. And so, the next chapter in Sagrell’s life began.

I am Magrat Farwalker, shaman of the FishBone Tongue line.
I am the apprentice of the shaman Ugar Bearget.
Daughter of Granak Brokefang and Lorya Rivereyed.
Sister to warrior Muggrim Spineripper
Hunter.
Lorespeaker
Chosen of the RamLost.

Played by: Salamander – SherdeGangrel@gmail.com Always open for background and history connections of all kinds. Please email or message if interested!

Name: Magrat Farwalker
Gender: Female
Age: Around 70-80 years
Race: Syndar
Tribe: The Lost
Hair: Brown/black
Eyes: Blue
Character Journal: The Histories (warning! In-character emo writing! ^-^)
Class: Cleric
Occupation: Shaman/Longfang hunter
Known Skills: Archery/hunting, spirity…..things, getting into trouble
Birthplace: Celestial Mountains, on Faedrun
Appearance: Green skinned, long hair, often dressed in brown and black fur and leather
Notable Traits: Green skin, war paint
Bio:

Relationships:
Aedan Haleth VonHorst -Human cleric: “Hmph. His people and mine have a lot of years and bad blood between us. The less we speak to each other, the friendlier we’ll be.”
Muggrim Spineripper- Muggrim is her younger brother by blood
Longfang- now a fully accepted member of Pack Longfang, the first non-ulven to receive such accolades

Rumors and Gossip:
“I heard the cleric calling that Syndar a troll. She does look really weird”
“Hmph. It looks like the rape child of a Mordok and a Syndar. I don’t like it.” -overheard from two Ulven conversing
“Look, I’m just saying, that stranger came all the way out here, through a Mordok infested swamp, by himself, and attacked her. You just don’t make that kind of enemy by doing the laundry, is all.”