Tahlaer

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Tahlaer

Appearance:
Race: Wood Elf
Age: 220
Height: 170 cm
Weight: 70 kg
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark Brown

Personality Profile:
General Health: In good health, trains regularly
Deity: Corellon Larethian
Initial Alignment: Chaotic Good
Base Class & Proposed Development: Sorcerer/Blade Singer/Dragon Disciple/Eldritch Knight
Languages: Common, Elven, Sylvan, Draconic
Weapon of Choice: Longsword

Background:

Tahlaer of the High Forest

Tahlaer was born beneath the emerald canopy of the High Forest where the leaves never fully forgot the warmth of the sun. His people, wood elves of a reclusive enclave, prized patience, subtlety, and harmony above all else. Tahlaer learned these lessons well - but there was something within him that did not belong to the quiet rhythm of the trees.

From childhood, his emotions ran hot. When anger stirred, the air around him shimmered. When fear took hold, embers sparked in the hearth without flint. The elders spoke carefully, but the truth was clear: dragon blood flowed in his veins, distant and diluted, yet powerful enough to awaken sorcery.

The forest taught him restraint. The blood demanded expression.

The Fire Within

Tahlaer’s sorcery manifested during a border skirmish with marauders who mistook elven silence for weakness. Cornered and wounded, Tahlaer felt something ancient coil within his chest. His breath burned. His blood roared. Flame answered his will before thought could restrain it.

The attackers fled. The trees burned.

Though the fire saved lives, it scarred the forest. Tahlaer accepted exile without protest. He understood that power without control - even when born of necessity - was a danger to all things he loved.

The Way of the Blade Song

Wandering the wider world, Tahlaer sought a way to bind fury to form. His path led him to a hidden elven school where the ancient Bladesong was still taught - not merely as combat, but as meditation in motion. There, he learned that battle could be precise rather than wild, graceful rather than destructive.

The Bladesong taught Tahlaer how to move with magic rather than against it. His sorcerous power no longer burst outward unchecked, but flowed through blade and step, guided by rhythm and breath. Where once fire answered emotion, now it answered discipline.

Yet even as the Bladesong shaped him, the dragon blood continued to stir.

Dragon Disciple

In time, Tahlaer encountered a draconic ascetic - one who recognized the signs immediately. Under this mentor, Tahlaer embraced the truth he had long resisted: the dragon within him was not a curse to be suppressed, but a legacy to be understood.

Through brutal training and dangerous rituals, Tahlaer walked the path of the Dragon Disciple. His body hardened, his presence grew heavier, and his magic deepened in potency. Fire became less a wild force and more an extension of his will. The dragon no longer howled - it listened.

But dragons were creatures of dominance, and Tahlaer was still an elf. Balance remained elusive.

The Eldritch Knight’s Oath

Seeking absolute mastery, Tahlaer turned to martial tradition - not elven this time, but the disciplined arcane warfare of the Eldritch Knights. From them, he learned to bind spell and steel into a single, decisive purpose. No flourish. No excess. Every strike chosen, every spell placed with intent.

Where the Bladesong was art, the Eldritch Knight’s path was war.

It was here that Tahlaer finally reconciled his nature:

Sorcery as inheritance

Bladesong as control

Dragon Disciple as acceptance

Eldritch Knight as resolve

The Man He Is Now

Tahlaer walks the world as a living contradiction - forest-born and fire-blooded, graceful yet terrifying when roused. He prefers speed and precision to brute force, but when pushed too far, the dragon’s shadow still stretches long behind him.

He fights not for conquest or glory, but for balance - within himself, and in the world around him. He knows what happens when power is unleashed without care. He bears those scars still.

The forest remembers the fire.
The fire remembers the forest.

And Tahlaer walks between them, blade singing, flame contained - until the moment it must not be.

Notable items

Lethariel Vael

Lethariel Vael (“Moonwoven Guard”) is a suit of mithral chainmail crafted at the culmination of Tahlaer’s Bladesinger training, forged to unite elven grace with arcane harmony. Its rings are drawn as fine as silver thread and interlinked in flowing patterns that echo the movements of the Bladesong, allowing the armor to settle like a second skin rather than a burden. Subtle runic etchings line the collar and seams—arcane anchors that resonate gently when magic is woven, guiding spell and motion into balance instead of conflict. When Tahlaer moves, the chain whispers like leaves in moonlight, and in battle it seems less like armor worn and more like a living extension of blade, body, and spell - an enduring mark of elven mastery rather than brute defense.

Aegis of the Bound Will

Tahlaer bears a ring of darkened electrum known as the Aegis of the Bound Will, its surface etched with precise runic lines that spiral inward like a spell locked in perfect formation. Unlike the flowing motifs of elven craft, the design is deliberate and restrained - each rune a lesson mastered, each angle a vow kept. When worn, the ring subtly anchors his magic, steadying spell and steel alike, a reminder that power need not be loud to be absolute. Bestowed at the end of his Eldritch Knight training, it was not granted as a mark of rank, but of discipline earned - the moment when instinct, arcana, and blade ceased to be separate paths and became one.

Cinderheart Reliquary

A dragon-bone talisman suspended on a cord of braided leather and arcane-threaded wire, worn close to the chest. The reliquary is formed from a single, hollowed scale of ancient brass dragon origin - smooth on the inside, scorched and cracked on the outside as if it once endured great heat. Within rests a fragment of crystallized ash and a single drop of Tahlaer’s blood, sealed during his first true Dragon Disciple ritual.

When Tahlaer performs draconic rites - invoking breath, resilience, or transformation - the reliquary grows warm, syncing with his heartbeat. During moments of danger or intense magic, faint embers trace along its fractures, forming the suggestion of draconic veins. It does not grant power outright; instead, it anchors the dragon within him, preventing the fire from consuming more than it should.

Among those who understand such things, the Cinderheart Reliquary is recognized as a mark of a disciple who has survived their awakening. It symbolizes acceptance of the dragon’s presence - not dominance, not surrender, but coexistence through ritual and will.