CALITHILEL (Cali)
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Chosen of Solonor and Selûne
Class: Ranger Species: Wood Elf Alignment: Chaotic Good Player: Tracy Weapon: Wer Osear di wer Rithtar (The Horn of the Sentinel) Feisty Ranger who swings her sword first and asks questions later Known Family: Elenthilel (Mother) Pellam (Father) Shadre’ian (Husband) Campaigns: The Chosen Family |
About:
My name is Calithilel. My childhood was not typical of an Elf of the Moonwoood. I was raised away from others of my kind, by my friend and mentor, Pellam. It was only recently that I found out he had actually been my father, that I had been hidden away in the first years of life when my mother, the Seer Elenthilel, had a vision of my destruction. My father and mother did not tell me when the Slaadi tracked down, attacked, and killed most of the Elves of the Moonwood two years ago. I had no warning before they captured my father as well. He left me with only a tooth on a leather wrap with three mysterious marks.
I have since found out that this was a dragon’s tooth, created by three powerful magic-users to be activated by my blood. The first was Orrin Merrin, Z’s grandfather. The second was Riardon’s father. The third wizard, responsible for the ultimate deaths of the other two, was a wizard named Grayur Turin. Grayur intended that the tooth track Talons, powerful weapons keyed to individuals with specific training or abilities such as arcane casters or rangers. The other two changed it to lead me to five gems that would fit in an ancient skull. Preventing the reunification of the stones could stop the return of Tiamat.
Why me? Well, unknown to me until recently, as the daughter of a Sun Elf and Moon Elf, I was the subject of two separate prophecies. The first has already come to pass in the reuniting of Selûne and Solonor, releasing them from the god Malar’s, prison in the Beastlands and returning them to Elysium.
The second refers to preventing the Age of Dragons, which seems to go hand-in hand with the return of Tiamat. In this, it seems, I have been drawn to a particular set of people who also appear to be tied to preventing her return. Our quest has led us to the Talons: ancient weapons forged for times of dire need.
Along the way, I have begun to soften some of my coarse edges and form bonds with members of our party. I met Shadre’ian, from the High Council of the Sun Elves. As daughter of a Seer, our marriage had been arranged long before I was born (another bit of information my parents had neglected to share with me). Though the first weeks after meeting were tumultuous, comradery formed in battle has a way of bonding people, and we learned to get along. Eventually, we found love. We came to acknowledge a promise of marriage beyond contracts and decided to wed when our quest was complete. The gods, however, had other ideas. It was in our search to find answers to the prophecies involving Selune and Solonor that we inadvertently found ourselves part of a ritual of Sunlight and Moonlight, bonded by blood, handfasted by the gods. Being the chosen of two gods has its perks. Each of us can channel Solune and Solonor, which can be useful in battle, or when you really want to scare your in-laws.
Oh, speaking of in-laws, Shadre’ian Senior isn’t really my biggest fan. It might be because I don’t really act like a “proper” stuffy elf. It might be because he suspects me of creating, and taking on the secret persona of “The Sentinel” in his city. She has been the symbol of hope and freedom for the lower classes of Solaris, though we have all been working toward bringing that to fruition. We hope to someday rebuild the Moonwood with the few remaining Moon Elves, and bring willing Sun Elves in as well. I dream that someday Sun and Moon Elves will live together in harmony and as equals, and that the cities will lose their caste system that has crept in over the past thousand years or so. Come to think of it, Shadre Senior might also be uncomfortable because I relieved a high council member of his hand the last time we visited, though, to be fair, that council member was channeling Lolth at the time and was part of a subversive family that had hidden the phylactery of a Lich in the city for a thousand years. He really should be thanking me!
Now my husband is off leading the Lich, Akemonos, on a wild goose chase until we can find a way to destroy his phylactery. He was the best one for the job, but it doesn’t make it any easier. We can keep in touch through mirrors, but they are limited in use, and it just isn’t quite the same. It took all of us to defeat the lich the first time, and he is on his own. For the first time since we met, I am worried...
My name is Calithilel. My childhood was not typical of an Elf of the Moonwoood. I was raised away from others of my kind, by my friend and mentor, Pellam. It was only recently that I found out he had actually been my father, that I had been hidden away in the first years of life when my mother, the Seer Elenthilel, had a vision of my destruction. My father and mother did not tell me when the Slaadi tracked down, attacked, and killed most of the Elves of the Moonwood two years ago. I had no warning before they captured my father as well. He left me with only a tooth on a leather wrap with three mysterious marks.
I have since found out that this was a dragon’s tooth, created by three powerful magic-users to be activated by my blood. The first was Orrin Merrin, Z’s grandfather. The second was Riardon’s father. The third wizard, responsible for the ultimate deaths of the other two, was a wizard named Grayur Turin. Grayur intended that the tooth track Talons, powerful weapons keyed to individuals with specific training or abilities such as arcane casters or rangers. The other two changed it to lead me to five gems that would fit in an ancient skull. Preventing the reunification of the stones could stop the return of Tiamat.
Why me? Well, unknown to me until recently, as the daughter of a Sun Elf and Moon Elf, I was the subject of two separate prophecies. The first has already come to pass in the reuniting of Selûne and Solonor, releasing them from the god Malar’s, prison in the Beastlands and returning them to Elysium.
The second refers to preventing the Age of Dragons, which seems to go hand-in hand with the return of Tiamat. In this, it seems, I have been drawn to a particular set of people who also appear to be tied to preventing her return. Our quest has led us to the Talons: ancient weapons forged for times of dire need.
Along the way, I have begun to soften some of my coarse edges and form bonds with members of our party. I met Shadre’ian, from the High Council of the Sun Elves. As daughter of a Seer, our marriage had been arranged long before I was born (another bit of information my parents had neglected to share with me). Though the first weeks after meeting were tumultuous, comradery formed in battle has a way of bonding people, and we learned to get along. Eventually, we found love. We came to acknowledge a promise of marriage beyond contracts and decided to wed when our quest was complete. The gods, however, had other ideas. It was in our search to find answers to the prophecies involving Selune and Solonor that we inadvertently found ourselves part of a ritual of Sunlight and Moonlight, bonded by blood, handfasted by the gods. Being the chosen of two gods has its perks. Each of us can channel Solune and Solonor, which can be useful in battle, or when you really want to scare your in-laws.
Oh, speaking of in-laws, Shadre’ian Senior isn’t really my biggest fan. It might be because I don’t really act like a “proper” stuffy elf. It might be because he suspects me of creating, and taking on the secret persona of “The Sentinel” in his city. She has been the symbol of hope and freedom for the lower classes of Solaris, though we have all been working toward bringing that to fruition. We hope to someday rebuild the Moonwood with the few remaining Moon Elves, and bring willing Sun Elves in as well. I dream that someday Sun and Moon Elves will live together in harmony and as equals, and that the cities will lose their caste system that has crept in over the past thousand years or so. Come to think of it, Shadre Senior might also be uncomfortable because I relieved a high council member of his hand the last time we visited, though, to be fair, that council member was channeling Lolth at the time and was part of a subversive family that had hidden the phylactery of a Lich in the city for a thousand years. He really should be thanking me!
Now my husband is off leading the Lich, Akemonos, on a wild goose chase until we can find a way to destroy his phylactery. He was the best one for the job, but it doesn’t make it any easier. We can keep in touch through mirrors, but they are limited in use, and it just isn’t quite the same. It took all of us to defeat the lich the first time, and he is on his own. For the first time since we met, I am worried...