Guidance of Winds

Glory and Honor

Lightening streaked across the obsidian clouds swirling low to the ground. The ozone left the air filled with a crispness and energy. It could rain soon. Looking at her hands , she was hopeful for the rain. Fifteen seasons of training had left Astorik’s slender elven fingers crusted with grime and the reminders of battle. No amount of cleaning could remove the scared and war hardened flesh that she was looking at now.

“Could Isha have meant for these times to come to us”, she thought. It was not uncommon in the history she has stumbled upon. Events seemed ominous and insurmountable but the outcomes created a higher awareness of the Winds of Magic. This is how she chooses to accept why such atrocities are happening.

While she cannot deny the inevitable, the time has come to a crossroads for Astorik. She must choose her surname for all to know her by. Her mind races with names of glory and honor. How easy it would be to take a common name like so many of her brethren. Most elves simply choose their surname based solely on their function in elven society.

She visited the naming registrar once but he was a mere human. What do they know about naming Elven kind? If she were to allow a human or dwarf to provide her surname, she would be the laughing stock of her homelands. Creatures that are just taking their last breathe of life when elves are but still crawling can’t possibly grasp the delicacies of such matters. Not wanting to leave Elven traditions behind, she makes note of a few names and decides to petition her parents for assistance.

She will wait until word comes from her parents before the final decision is made. She owes them that much respect. She still has some time before another visit to the registrar.

A Call to Action

Greetings my fellow adventurers. The forces of Destruction have no shame in devestating my homelands and motivates me even further to unlease the Winds of Magic. I’m short for speech at this time, as I’ve only paused for cleansing and rest in the Cliffs of Ushuru. The journey to my present locale brought sad news that I must relay back home in Eataine.

Lyrianna’s Mansion lay in ruins, swarming with the forces of Destruction. My father, a poet and winemaker of the Eataine region, sent word through me inquiring of Lyrianna. The driftwood her house provided to him gave his wines a robust bitterness much sought after throughout Ulthuan. The meat of the matter is that I must continue on in my career trainings. To do otherwise would allow the forces of Destruction to gain a foothold.

To know where I’m going, fellow adventurers, one must know where I’ve been and the motivations that bring me into your fellowship. I was born of Ulthuan citizens who lived in the Eataine. My father was a poet and winemaker of modest renown and my mother was a groundskeeper tasked with maintaining the livery stables that housed our finest steeds.

I know they are proud of me and I’m sure they will inquire of my decision to join forces with other like minded peoples. They have always proved to be encouraging parents; nurturing my aspirations of becoming a member of the Maidens Guard. However, with the Everqueen in hiding from the forces of House Uthorin, I find myself with a new direction, shaped by desire, inquiry and hope.

It was with the decree of Finubar, Phoenix King of Ulthuan, sent to Prince Tyrion to bring the light of hope to all corners of Ulthuan in these dark times that called forth to me.

I admit I lived a sheltered life in Eataine. My days were spent writing poetry and researching my Elven heritage. I was blind to the ever encroaching forces of Destruction that have truly engulfed Ulthuan and the far lying lands of our brothers and sisters of the Empire and Dwarves.

I’ve been diligent in trainings. My parent’s nurturing and support have prepared me for the task ahead. As the forces of Destruction bring forth their plague, I will be ready.

My mastery of High Magic increases. I pledge to become that light of hope to all who hear the call to WAR! The Light of Isha that glows from my circlet will comfort those around me.

Until such time as I can send my next correspondance, please accept this letter of introduction.

May the winds of Hysh and Ghyran guard you all.


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