02-03-2007, 05:17 PM
The Wild Elf Firiel Lorienthalas was a declared a gift of nature when she was born to a elven maiden and a human fighter. Hours of labor were required for her delivery and even more horrible, the elf maiden who had the child died shortly after birth from her struggles; the fighter leaving the town in disgust for both the woman?s death and the bastard child. Unable to simply throw the girl into the wilderness the people of the town decided to raise her as one of their own; despite the severe racism of the entirely human society. Given to the wealthiest family in the quant village the half elf was taught of matters in society, of common; how to read and write. Later she would pick up the Elven language from the few elven travelers that stopped shortly in the village.
On her 7th year however a wandering brigand of orcs stumbled upon the village and decimated in entirely, slaving those who they did not kill. Firiel however was away in the nearby forest by Raven?s Bluff enjoying the wild life that always held her in thrall. Seeing smoke on the horizon however the girl had ran back to the village, finding nothing but slaughtered townsfolk and burning buildings. Sinking to her knees in tears and shock the child had not saw the Orc that lumbered towards her with his wicked sword. By the time she had realized it had been far too late for her to attempt to stop the vile creature; and she solemnly accepted her fate.
As the blade came wushing towards the half elf however a motion of silver caught her eye; a wolf bounding at the chest of the Orc. Tearing at his throat the wolf had made short work of the once potent threat, licking his bloody muzzle as he turned to face the child who cowered before him. Much to her surprise however the wolf simply ignored her; placing his head up high and howling into the wind. For moments the two remained quite, Firiel far to afraid to even attempt a escape. Something by the forest finally caught her attention however, and so with much fear the half elf turned to face it.
At least a dozen wolves walked proudly out of the forest, fanning out to cover the area as if protecting something; or someone. A few sniffed the corpses of the slain members of the village and much to her releif they simply turned away; apparently disgusted. A breeze suddenly appeared in the town, and before Firiel could pull her clothing together to protect herself from the swift gale another wolf appeared out of the forest; one of much, much, broader origins. The wolf had fur of the purest white, resembling new fallen snow. A giant in size it was easily twelve feet tall; quite a feat for a wolf. Strange enough Firiel could feel the wolf probing at her thoughts, even beginning to hear it?s light female voice whispering into her mind.
With teary eyes the girl stood and walked towards the wolf; none of the normal wolves attempting to stop her. Reaching the celestial being Firiel hugged it across the chest, snuggling against its warm fur as the wolf bent her head down, licking the girl?s hair gently with her tongue; cleaning her off. Still hanging close to the giant wolf the pack and Firiel headed into the forest solemnly, leaving the burning village behind. Years later it would be overtaken by the forest itself, becoming part of the grove that Firiel would protect.
Growing up with the wolves was no easy task for the woman. While she was protected by the pack and treated as another pup by the members of her clan she still had to struggle to survive as they did, fighting for food on a daily basis with the members of the pack. She found herself always eating last, finding it hard to keep up with the rest.
On her thirty second year however a war between the her pack and the other pack in the grove commenced, her pack literally slaughtering the other clan. Defeating the other celestial dire wolf with the help of her pack Firiel removed one of its teeth with a metal knife she had found in the forest some time back; carving a razor sharp knife out of the tooth. With that knife she removed the fur of the creature, creating herself the silvery white cloak that she wears to this day. Unable to eat any part of the Celestial being because of its beautiful nature Firiel left it?s remaining body to be claimed by the forest.
In the next few years Firiel began to understand the language of the forest, even learning how to control lesser creatures with her will. From this she quickly rose to one of the more center beings of the pack, staying by her adopted mothers at all times.
On her 43rd year Firiel was teleported from her land into the clutches of a Wizard, who experimented on her with goals of learning all about Druids. However, he was killed and a band of adventures came to his house to find out what had happened to him. In the confusion Firiel had slipped out of the house, meeting the group later in the Tavern.
Joining them in their quest to go to Raven?s Bluff Firiel could only wait to get home..
On her 7th year however a wandering brigand of orcs stumbled upon the village and decimated in entirely, slaving those who they did not kill. Firiel however was away in the nearby forest by Raven?s Bluff enjoying the wild life that always held her in thrall. Seeing smoke on the horizon however the girl had ran back to the village, finding nothing but slaughtered townsfolk and burning buildings. Sinking to her knees in tears and shock the child had not saw the Orc that lumbered towards her with his wicked sword. By the time she had realized it had been far too late for her to attempt to stop the vile creature; and she solemnly accepted her fate.
As the blade came wushing towards the half elf however a motion of silver caught her eye; a wolf bounding at the chest of the Orc. Tearing at his throat the wolf had made short work of the once potent threat, licking his bloody muzzle as he turned to face the child who cowered before him. Much to her surprise however the wolf simply ignored her; placing his head up high and howling into the wind. For moments the two remained quite, Firiel far to afraid to even attempt a escape. Something by the forest finally caught her attention however, and so with much fear the half elf turned to face it.
At least a dozen wolves walked proudly out of the forest, fanning out to cover the area as if protecting something; or someone. A few sniffed the corpses of the slain members of the village and much to her releif they simply turned away; apparently disgusted. A breeze suddenly appeared in the town, and before Firiel could pull her clothing together to protect herself from the swift gale another wolf appeared out of the forest; one of much, much, broader origins. The wolf had fur of the purest white, resembling new fallen snow. A giant in size it was easily twelve feet tall; quite a feat for a wolf. Strange enough Firiel could feel the wolf probing at her thoughts, even beginning to hear it?s light female voice whispering into her mind.
With teary eyes the girl stood and walked towards the wolf; none of the normal wolves attempting to stop her. Reaching the celestial being Firiel hugged it across the chest, snuggling against its warm fur as the wolf bent her head down, licking the girl?s hair gently with her tongue; cleaning her off. Still hanging close to the giant wolf the pack and Firiel headed into the forest solemnly, leaving the burning village behind. Years later it would be overtaken by the forest itself, becoming part of the grove that Firiel would protect.
Growing up with the wolves was no easy task for the woman. While she was protected by the pack and treated as another pup by the members of her clan she still had to struggle to survive as they did, fighting for food on a daily basis with the members of the pack. She found herself always eating last, finding it hard to keep up with the rest.
On her thirty second year however a war between the her pack and the other pack in the grove commenced, her pack literally slaughtering the other clan. Defeating the other celestial dire wolf with the help of her pack Firiel removed one of its teeth with a metal knife she had found in the forest some time back; carving a razor sharp knife out of the tooth. With that knife she removed the fur of the creature, creating herself the silvery white cloak that she wears to this day. Unable to eat any part of the Celestial being because of its beautiful nature Firiel left it?s remaining body to be claimed by the forest.
In the next few years Firiel began to understand the language of the forest, even learning how to control lesser creatures with her will. From this she quickly rose to one of the more center beings of the pack, staying by her adopted mothers at all times.
On her 43rd year Firiel was teleported from her land into the clutches of a Wizard, who experimented on her with goals of learning all about Druids. However, he was killed and a band of adventures came to his house to find out what had happened to him. In the confusion Firiel had slipped out of the house, meeting the group later in the Tavern.
Joining them in their quest to go to Raven?s Bluff Firiel could only wait to get home..
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