Rorahwen An'vaurren

[Braithwaite]

Of the oldest and uncharted of forrest in all of Faerun to be a santuary for Elves, you will discover there will be for those that can survive such a lonely jaunt in to the Deep Wild Wood a special grove of trees that Clan Av'vauren claims as their own. But for its seclusion and hidden away places of solitude. . .Rorahwen has chosen the walk the ancient trails that can only be seen by those of the Wild Elves.

Those that are attuned to the resonate energies of the Spirit Planes...you will find the rare few that have chosen the path of the Spirit Shaman. Rorahwen's ever present curiosity of where spirit can be found can consume much of her awareness. Filtering these impulsive and elusive perceptions is her conscience is an ever present state of mind. Her copasity to detect even the ancient energy forms of Elemental manifestations has opened up her understanding of how different life can exist with out flesh.

The blending and melding of such forces has drawn Rorahwen to take greater efforts to wield command over the flesh that has been vacated of it's soul only to determine how to either unite them or destory them. For Undead may take many forms. . .and they all do not rot and stink. Some souls have passed onto Incorprial form. For those tortured and haunting souls, Rorahwen has a very specific set of gifts offered to her from her God...Fenmarrel Mestarine...that aid her in her battles with such evasive and elusive forsaken foes.

Her enchanted gifts of the Fey Magic of her Wild Elven heritage has offered her greater understanding of what is possible. Using these energies that course through her veins, she is quite capable of focusing unique defencive wards upon herself as well as violent and powerful evocations on her foes. Her discoveries of spiritual powers and arcain enchantments has changed her in many ways. Shy and coy of her knowlege and evolutions that her powers have manifested upon her. . .she remains vigilant of those that do not speak her Elven tongue and to any that may intrude on her internal solitude.

In her long and lonely walks. . .she encountered a large rat that has found itself so feasted on rotting meat of entombed corpes' that it had got itself wedged in the crevase it had found into the crypt. Rorahwen was oddly drawn to the crypt by the loud squeeking of the trapped rodent. Preparing for anything that she may encounter. . .she was quietly amused to find the rat stuck by it's own gluttony. She managed to find a tattered Shrink Animal Scroll she had stowed away and cast it upon the wedged creature. Finding the rat flop out of the crack in the tomb and scurry over to her...she picks it up and names it "Styst." (spoken in Elven) "I will make use of your skillful nose and iron stomach little one to aid me in my journies into the lands beyond. Perhaps you can teach me what secrets you have learned in your scamperings among the flesh of the dead"