Alsarias Lythar
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First Name: Alsarias (Seeker of the Sea Bow)
Last Name: Lythar (Wolf Friend)
Appearance:
Race: Moon Elf
Age: 309, Born the 19th of Ches, 1038 DR Year of Spreading Spring
Height 5' 7"
Weight: 129
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Long and loose, Silvery White
Facial Hair Style: The typical elven beard
Personality Profile:
Alsarias is reserved and calm. His passion tempered by wisdom and patience.
General Health: Average health.
Deity: Prays to Gwaeron Windstrom, venerates the Seldarine, the goodly deities of Nature and Ilmater
Initial Alignment: LG
Profession: Tracker, Hunter, Guide, Scout, Sentry, Fisherman, Bowyer, Fletcher
Base Class & Proposed Development: Ranger, Monk
Habits/Hobbies: Alsarias is a fisherman, bowyer and fletcher by trade and by leisure. When he is not crafting or working, he enjoys reading and writing as well as fishing and cooking. Part of his skill at cooking comes from his knowledge of wild herbs and enjoys collecting and saving them for future meals
Languages: Elven, Common, Sylvan, Orc, Cormanthan
Weapon of Choice: Longbow
Background: Alsarias was born in the eastern forests of Cormanthar just east of the river Lis. His father, Saethar, taught him the woods and the bow, as he was a ranger of Solonar Thelandira. His mother, Pywyn, shared with him a love of literature and knowledge. His birth name was Nainiffi, elven for Acorn.
When he was in his 70th year, his parents and he migrated south to the Gray Forest of Impultur. Pywyn believed she was kin to the elves that had warred with encroaching hobgoblins. When the elves faced extinction they transformed themselves into majestic trees with gray bark.
They spent their remaining years teaching the young Nainiffi and when his mother passed from age, they buried her at under the shadows of a large gray barked tree. Saethar lived for another year and was buried next to the lovely maiden he had shared so many years with. In that year, his father gave Nainiffi a gift in a story of a bow. "Nainiffi," Saethar began as he used his favorite nick-name for his son, "the elves of the Sea of Swords are renowned bowyers. They take layers of drift wood to make their bows. The hardwood they find is imbedded in the silt and sands of the Moonshae Isles far to the West. The time spent in this mud rich in minerals create unique effects when the right bowyer combines the right composites of the right hardwoods. I will be with your beloved mother soon enough. After I am gone, if you ever find yourself along the Sword Coast, perhaps you should consider a voyage to the isles."
The next several months were both a joy and painful. His father clung to this realm but his heart and soul already seemed to be in Arvandor. Saethar worked with his Acorn on crafting bows, fletching arrows, hunting and fishing.
When it seemed his son had learned all he could teach they simply sat for a week a reminisced about the life they all had shared. On his final night, Saethar said to him, "Nainiffi, I hope I have given you everything you need to grow to be a tall and strong oak. Just remember that acorn to oak does not happen in one day. Now take my bow and wander the world. Be patient and learn." His father handed the bow to him with a smile and Nainiffi took it with a smile wet from his own tears. Nainiffi took reverie for the last time next to his father. At the end of his meditation, he no longer heard the soft breaths of his father and mentor. He buried him that morning next to Pywyn. Nainiffi was 118.
Nainiffi considered his father's story as he gathered his gear and belongings. He decided to head east and not west, to the Great Dale. Walking along the coast of the Sea of Fallen Stars, he followed the road (mostly) to Ilmwatch in the north of Impiltur. From there, he chartered passage on a ship across the Easting Reach to the small city of Uthmere.
His intentions were to seek out the Mauberg’s Oaks, a small community of retired druids and rangers that spend their days crafting.
Wandering around a market square filled with vendors, Nainiffi happened upon a stall that sold fish caught in the waters of the Easting Reach. He was not interested in the fish, along with many of the other patrons that of stood around the boxes of the stall. A feminine smile caught his eye, as a twirl of scarlet tresses curtained the view as the owner of the smile whirled around to help a new customer. No longer thinking, he moved to see the face and smile but ran into a rack of beads of a nearby vendor. The calamity shocked Nainiffi to his senses and he stammered an apology to the old woman operating the space, who, with a knowing grin and a wink, simply said, “Not the first time a lad has trip over his feet trying to view that lass.” With an awkward grin and nod to the woman, he helped return the racks of beads he razed and then turned his attention back to the lovely woman that had caught his attention. The elf moved a few steps towards the vendor at the fish stand, trying to get a better view between several patrons. Unfortunately, a large, round man had taken her place.
His shoulders sagged as he unsuccessfully looked about the area of fish for another view of the lovely smile. He perked suddenly as he thought to ask the bead woman about the lovely lady and he turned quickly to address her. In his befuddled and distracted state, he ran into someone standing at the beads, pushing the small frame forward into the very racks of beads he had knocked to the ground. Trying to grab for the person he was shocked to see it was the red haired vendor. He stumbled and fell on top of her back. Apologizing profusely, Nainiffi scrambled to his feet. The woman turned to gaze up at the elf with emerald eyes that glinted like the sea in the late afternoon. Nainiffi froze. The skilled hunter was like a deer in a lantern light.
A giggle and grin came from the angelic face and then the melody of Arvandor... or so Nainiffi thought, “Are ya gonna stand there starin’ or will ya at least offer me a hand up, Mr. Elf?” Nainiffi became a flurry of action and bent quickly and scooped the petite damsel into his arms, only to stand there and grin with blushing cheeks. The only words he could muster were, “I… I’m… truly sorry!” She clung to his neck as her legs dangled over a fore arm. Three years later to the day, Mariana and Nainiffi were bonded to one another in a ceremony overlooking the water.
After 5 years of their life together, she gave him the most wonderful gift; a daughter named Izabeau. They had a very happy life together. Nainiffi frequently helped Mari’s father and 4 older brothers with the family fishing business. The ranger would frequently offer himself as a scout and guide to those in Uthmere and the surrounding areas. He also traveled to Cormanthar and other woods between there and the Great Dale, meeting other elves and rangers along the way. The years grew long and Izabeau married a fine young man, giving her parents three grand children. In time, both Nainiffi and Mariana knew that the inevitable would happen.
After 59 years of marriage, Mariana passed. Her daughter, grand children and great grand children made the long trip by ship to the Gray Forest. Mariana had always wished she had known the parents of Nainiffi and asked if she would dishonor them if she were buried with them. Nainiffi was 181 years old.
Nainiffi remained in the city, close to his daughter and grandchildren, still helping with the family fishing business and guiding those that sought to hire him. When Izabeau passed soon after her husband and was laid to rest beside him, Nainiffi knew it was time to leave. The two greatest loves of his life had left him only in body. His fond memories of his life with Mariana and Izabeau and the fisher folk are carried with him always. Nainiffi was 258 when he left Uthmere.
His path led over the next 3 years towards the Earthspur Mountains. He spent much of that time regaining his sense of the woods and honing his ranger skills. His wandering path brought him to the Earthwood, a forest of great calm as it seemed no monstrous creatures were to be found within the shade of its leaves. It was not long until he encountered a human who claimed to be a monk of the Yellow Rose. Nainiffi was cautious as this human’s woodland skills were obvious. The elf’s skepticism was apparent to the woodland monk so he invited the ranger to his monastery.
Nainiffi spent the next 15 years training with the monks, combining the monastic training with his ranger skills of bow and tracking, showing great patience while he learned about the Crying God from these Ilmatari monks. His teachers often grinned as they complained that he was a very slow learner.
The time came that Nainiffi felt he should leave. He shared with his fellow monks of the story of the bow his father, who finally urged him to seek the bow. As he left, he told them his name was now Alsarias, elven for “Seeker of the Sea Bow.” His path across Faerûn led him through Cormanthar again. He stayed with his elven friends for a short 7 years. From there he found passage on a ship to the Dragon Coast. He met a young halfling named Mansfield in Starmantle. Manny was a woodsman and guide and was asked the elf to train him in the ways of rangers. Accepting, Alsarias trained him over the next 5 years and left when he was satisfied the halfling could manage himself in the woods as well as any elf.
Entering the lands of Amn, Alsarias found himself in the Snakewood Forest. He was haggard and exhausted as this dangerous wood not only has the giant snakes that give it the name but many other dangerous creatures. Reaching the center of the woods, he found solace with a group clerics praying to Eldath. As he rested and mended wounds, they told him of a wolf that was stalking them. To return the favor, the ranger offered to handle the wolf for them. They made him promise not to harm the creature.
Tracking the wolf was difficult, even for his skills. When he finally found the wolf, its growl was ferocious and Alsarias could do nothing to calm it. It attacked and, while its snarling and drooling jaws clamped over his neck, the ranger began the prayers of ceremony to make the wolf his animal companion. Soon, the wolf calmed and after 24 hours the Master Tracker graciously heard his garbled. The majestic creature and the elf were bound to each other. As he tended his wounds, Alsarias silently thanked the <i>Stone Skin</i> spell one of the clerics insisted giving him. He called the wolf the Spirit of the Woods, Saevain in elven.
With his companion in a nearby wood, Alsarias finally made the Sword Coast and the huge city of Baldur’s Gate. He was 308…
Goals: Alsarias seeks to aid elves, those who revere nature and the good deities that protect it and those in service of Ilmater with bow or with wit while continuing his training as a ranger and tracker. Eventually he will seek to find passage to the Moon Sheas to gather driftwood to make a longbow.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: His extensive past, his divine alignments and his skill as a tracker, a fisherman, a bowyer and a fletcher can open some possible hooks.
EDIT: Changed Ornered to Nainiffi per a better source for the meaning of Acorn in Elven.
First Name: Alsarias (Seeker of the Sea Bow)
Last Name: Lythar (Wolf Friend)
Appearance:
Race: Moon Elf
Age: 309, Born the 19th of Ches, 1038 DR Year of Spreading Spring
Height 5' 7"
Weight: 129
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Long and loose, Silvery White
Facial Hair Style: The typical elven beard
Personality Profile:
Alsarias is reserved and calm. His passion tempered by wisdom and patience.
General Health: Average health.
Deity: Prays to Gwaeron Windstrom, venerates the Seldarine, the goodly deities of Nature and Ilmater
Initial Alignment: LG
Profession: Tracker, Hunter, Guide, Scout, Sentry, Fisherman, Bowyer, Fletcher
Base Class & Proposed Development: Ranger, Monk
Habits/Hobbies: Alsarias is a fisherman, bowyer and fletcher by trade and by leisure. When he is not crafting or working, he enjoys reading and writing as well as fishing and cooking. Part of his skill at cooking comes from his knowledge of wild herbs and enjoys collecting and saving them for future meals
Languages: Elven, Common, Sylvan, Orc, Cormanthan
Weapon of Choice: Longbow
Background: Alsarias was born in the eastern forests of Cormanthar just east of the river Lis. His father, Saethar, taught him the woods and the bow, as he was a ranger of Solonar Thelandira. His mother, Pywyn, shared with him a love of literature and knowledge. His birth name was Nainiffi, elven for Acorn.
When he was in his 70th year, his parents and he migrated south to the Gray Forest of Impultur. Pywyn believed she was kin to the elves that had warred with encroaching hobgoblins. When the elves faced extinction they transformed themselves into majestic trees with gray bark.
They spent their remaining years teaching the young Nainiffi and when his mother passed from age, they buried her at under the shadows of a large gray barked tree. Saethar lived for another year and was buried next to the lovely maiden he had shared so many years with. In that year, his father gave Nainiffi a gift in a story of a bow. "Nainiffi," Saethar began as he used his favorite nick-name for his son, "the elves of the Sea of Swords are renowned bowyers. They take layers of drift wood to make their bows. The hardwood they find is imbedded in the silt and sands of the Moonshae Isles far to the West. The time spent in this mud rich in minerals create unique effects when the right bowyer combines the right composites of the right hardwoods. I will be with your beloved mother soon enough. After I am gone, if you ever find yourself along the Sword Coast, perhaps you should consider a voyage to the isles."
The next several months were both a joy and painful. His father clung to this realm but his heart and soul already seemed to be in Arvandor. Saethar worked with his Acorn on crafting bows, fletching arrows, hunting and fishing.
When it seemed his son had learned all he could teach they simply sat for a week a reminisced about the life they all had shared. On his final night, Saethar said to him, "Nainiffi, I hope I have given you everything you need to grow to be a tall and strong oak. Just remember that acorn to oak does not happen in one day. Now take my bow and wander the world. Be patient and learn." His father handed the bow to him with a smile and Nainiffi took it with a smile wet from his own tears. Nainiffi took reverie for the last time next to his father. At the end of his meditation, he no longer heard the soft breaths of his father and mentor. He buried him that morning next to Pywyn. Nainiffi was 118.
Nainiffi considered his father's story as he gathered his gear and belongings. He decided to head east and not west, to the Great Dale. Walking along the coast of the Sea of Fallen Stars, he followed the road (mostly) to Ilmwatch in the north of Impiltur. From there, he chartered passage on a ship across the Easting Reach to the small city of Uthmere.
His intentions were to seek out the Mauberg’s Oaks, a small community of retired druids and rangers that spend their days crafting.
Wandering around a market square filled with vendors, Nainiffi happened upon a stall that sold fish caught in the waters of the Easting Reach. He was not interested in the fish, along with many of the other patrons that of stood around the boxes of the stall. A feminine smile caught his eye, as a twirl of scarlet tresses curtained the view as the owner of the smile whirled around to help a new customer. No longer thinking, he moved to see the face and smile but ran into a rack of beads of a nearby vendor. The calamity shocked Nainiffi to his senses and he stammered an apology to the old woman operating the space, who, with a knowing grin and a wink, simply said, “Not the first time a lad has trip over his feet trying to view that lass.” With an awkward grin and nod to the woman, he helped return the racks of beads he razed and then turned his attention back to the lovely woman that had caught his attention. The elf moved a few steps towards the vendor at the fish stand, trying to get a better view between several patrons. Unfortunately, a large, round man had taken her place.
His shoulders sagged as he unsuccessfully looked about the area of fish for another view of the lovely smile. He perked suddenly as he thought to ask the bead woman about the lovely lady and he turned quickly to address her. In his befuddled and distracted state, he ran into someone standing at the beads, pushing the small frame forward into the very racks of beads he had knocked to the ground. Trying to grab for the person he was shocked to see it was the red haired vendor. He stumbled and fell on top of her back. Apologizing profusely, Nainiffi scrambled to his feet. The woman turned to gaze up at the elf with emerald eyes that glinted like the sea in the late afternoon. Nainiffi froze. The skilled hunter was like a deer in a lantern light.
A giggle and grin came from the angelic face and then the melody of Arvandor... or so Nainiffi thought, “Are ya gonna stand there starin’ or will ya at least offer me a hand up, Mr. Elf?” Nainiffi became a flurry of action and bent quickly and scooped the petite damsel into his arms, only to stand there and grin with blushing cheeks. The only words he could muster were, “I… I’m… truly sorry!” She clung to his neck as her legs dangled over a fore arm. Three years later to the day, Mariana and Nainiffi were bonded to one another in a ceremony overlooking the water.
After 5 years of their life together, she gave him the most wonderful gift; a daughter named Izabeau. They had a very happy life together. Nainiffi frequently helped Mari’s father and 4 older brothers with the family fishing business. The ranger would frequently offer himself as a scout and guide to those in Uthmere and the surrounding areas. He also traveled to Cormanthar and other woods between there and the Great Dale, meeting other elves and rangers along the way. The years grew long and Izabeau married a fine young man, giving her parents three grand children. In time, both Nainiffi and Mariana knew that the inevitable would happen.
After 59 years of marriage, Mariana passed. Her daughter, grand children and great grand children made the long trip by ship to the Gray Forest. Mariana had always wished she had known the parents of Nainiffi and asked if she would dishonor them if she were buried with them. Nainiffi was 181 years old.
Nainiffi remained in the city, close to his daughter and grandchildren, still helping with the family fishing business and guiding those that sought to hire him. When Izabeau passed soon after her husband and was laid to rest beside him, Nainiffi knew it was time to leave. The two greatest loves of his life had left him only in body. His fond memories of his life with Mariana and Izabeau and the fisher folk are carried with him always. Nainiffi was 258 when he left Uthmere.
His path led over the next 3 years towards the Earthspur Mountains. He spent much of that time regaining his sense of the woods and honing his ranger skills. His wandering path brought him to the Earthwood, a forest of great calm as it seemed no monstrous creatures were to be found within the shade of its leaves. It was not long until he encountered a human who claimed to be a monk of the Yellow Rose. Nainiffi was cautious as this human’s woodland skills were obvious. The elf’s skepticism was apparent to the woodland monk so he invited the ranger to his monastery.
Nainiffi spent the next 15 years training with the monks, combining the monastic training with his ranger skills of bow and tracking, showing great patience while he learned about the Crying God from these Ilmatari monks. His teachers often grinned as they complained that he was a very slow learner.
The time came that Nainiffi felt he should leave. He shared with his fellow monks of the story of the bow his father, who finally urged him to seek the bow. As he left, he told them his name was now Alsarias, elven for “Seeker of the Sea Bow.” His path across Faerûn led him through Cormanthar again. He stayed with his elven friends for a short 7 years. From there he found passage on a ship to the Dragon Coast. He met a young halfling named Mansfield in Starmantle. Manny was a woodsman and guide and was asked the elf to train him in the ways of rangers. Accepting, Alsarias trained him over the next 5 years and left when he was satisfied the halfling could manage himself in the woods as well as any elf.
Entering the lands of Amn, Alsarias found himself in the Snakewood Forest. He was haggard and exhausted as this dangerous wood not only has the giant snakes that give it the name but many other dangerous creatures. Reaching the center of the woods, he found solace with a group clerics praying to Eldath. As he rested and mended wounds, they told him of a wolf that was stalking them. To return the favor, the ranger offered to handle the wolf for them. They made him promise not to harm the creature.
Tracking the wolf was difficult, even for his skills. When he finally found the wolf, its growl was ferocious and Alsarias could do nothing to calm it. It attacked and, while its snarling and drooling jaws clamped over his neck, the ranger began the prayers of ceremony to make the wolf his animal companion. Soon, the wolf calmed and after 24 hours the Master Tracker graciously heard his garbled. The majestic creature and the elf were bound to each other. As he tended his wounds, Alsarias silently thanked the <i>Stone Skin</i> spell one of the clerics insisted giving him. He called the wolf the Spirit of the Woods, Saevain in elven.
With his companion in a nearby wood, Alsarias finally made the Sword Coast and the huge city of Baldur’s Gate. He was 308…
Goals: Alsarias seeks to aid elves, those who revere nature and the good deities that protect it and those in service of Ilmater with bow or with wit while continuing his training as a ranger and tracker. Eventually he will seek to find passage to the Moon Sheas to gather driftwood to make a longbow.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: His extensive past, his divine alignments and his skill as a tracker, a fisherman, a bowyer and a fletcher can open some possible hooks.
EDIT: Changed Ornered to Nainiffi per a better source for the meaning of Acorn in Elven.