Midnight Howl

The Comedy of Errors (Original Mericorp Production featuring Bethy White)

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You are about to enter a roller coaster of emotions that will make you laugh, cry, blame the government, and kick random hippie drum circles off your lawn. Viewer discretion is advised.

Cue Morgan Freeman Voice which is literally just Vari since he is all this company can afford

A long long time ago...so long (in fact) that I can still remember how that music used to make them smile. If only they were given a chance, perhaps they could have made those people dance. Maybe they'd been happy for a while. Yet while pacing the pews of a church corridor, Lady Beth couldn't help but hear an exchanging of words. Ever since she was a just a girl she imagined a day like today, a paradise, only for it to fly out of her reach (honestly what do you expect from an Eagle?) A slim hand covered her mouth as tears began rolling down her cheeks. They could have had it all. Chiming in, the eagle inquired, "Is too late to apologize?!" from the top of his lungs, but she was gone, disappearing into a black night. Was there hope to be found? Or in the end does it not even matter?

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How can we help improve RPGuild? Community suggestions and discussion.

<Snipped quote by Buddha>

I am going to go ahead and put my two cents in and say HELL NO!

I am also going to guess that you probably DON'T roleplay in the Arena. But believe you me there are still people that is use. Me for example. And the last thing I want is to go hunting down the only RP section I even use on this site.

You opinion is a P.O.S and so are you.

I want to say it again since there is another post from you talking about it: Leave the Arena alone. Throw out ideas to merge other shit but leave the Arena alone.

And yes; I am VERY salty about this.

AND! Arena RP is not the same as 1x1 at all.

@Xavier Bloodbayne

I would like to point out several aspects for a moment.

Firstly, I would like you to consider that Buddha's comment about Arena is not an attack on the forum type itself. He is merely stating it could very easily be placed into another category. Mind you this is his point of view and a mere suggestion, not law. It would be best for all members participating in this discussion to keep a level head. Yelling insults will not solve anything and we are trying to keep this conversation from being locked.

Consider that it isn't making arena go away entirely but allowing the rps in general to be merged into better categories. One of the issues with the site is people getting defensive over their cliques. Not once was it stated that Arena should not be allowed.

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

Rin is either going to come out of this with a friend, dead, or a friend who sometimes tries to kill her. I'm aiming for the #SasukeNarutoComplex XD

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

Eyes curiously followed each member as they trickled out of the room, majority of the group making their way to the tavern, no doubt. Alfirineth followed behind the group without a word, the tensions already high enough. Split judgements seem to be running amuck though they had only been together for a matter of minutes. A girl with brown hair and muted tones gave her a peculiar look that unsettled her slightly. At the least she didn't know how to interpret it just yet. Her interest was certainly peaked. They say trust is earned. Would she be able to gain such an ideal in the midst of paranoia? These thoughts wandered about as Rin half listened to directions. She wouldn't need to go to a blacksmith, preferring to work on her own equipment herself. The bow was freshly strung and tuned to her liking. On her back the quiver filled with arrows created just before her journey across the Moonsea, balanced accordingly. Medicinal herbs, on the other hand? The nearest alchemy shop would be her goal, perhaps even taking a walk around the area to find some on her own.

Pulling her hood down, she shook out her hair, while taking in a long breath of air. She stopped in her tracks, watching as the rest of the group piled into the tavern as a smile crossed her lips. "At the very least perhaps they can bond over a strong ale. By Mielikki maybe they won't be so stiff." Spinning on her heels, the figure began following one of the many sideroads in hopes of happening across her destination. It'd been awhile since she'd come to a city quite so lively. People bustled about, Rin having to make herself small to fit through the crowds. In the distance were various shops of food, jewels, and trinkets that promised to be from far away lands. The sound of metal against metal rang in the distance attracting her gaze to the blacksmith shop just in time to see the paladin enter. She's probably wanting her armor or blade improved. The musky scent of the earth became lost as she passed a bakery, where she ended up spending a few coin on a whim, only to end up giving her snack to a beggar later down the road.

After countless turnarounds she finally found what she'd been looking for, a small alchemy shop fitting itself snugly between houses. Pulling the wooden door open Rin found the inside to be just as quaint. An elderly man stood behind the corner as a woman (probably his wife) continued grinding at a mortar, a soft yellow powder contrasting brightly against the dark grey stone. Alfirineth nodded in greeting, immediately making her way to the shelves and casings, eyeing them for a long bit before decisively picking out her plants. Though not freshly stocked, the young elf managed to find most of what she needed. Placing them on the counter, the girl began digging for the payment and setting it next to the merchandise. Looking over her shoulder at the pedestal, wondering if she could use it her thoughts were interrupted by the burly voice, "It's not often we get wood elves around here; you certainly know your stuff lass." Within minutes the girl began hearing of the man's adventures, how he came to alchemy, meeting his wife, and the journey to this town.

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So entrapped in the man's story, Rin was oblivious to the loss of time. By the moment she came back to, what needed to be powderized was, and sat in packages placed neatly beside her. Offering the man's wife a smile for the kindness, the elf organized the ingredients into her alchemy bag. "Thank you for your hospitality, but I truly must be on my way." Bowing slightly in apology, she slipped through the door disappearing into the mass once more. Turned around multiple times, or distracted by some interesting scene, it took a bit before she found the tavern. Whether the group was still there or not was beyond her. It wouldn't hurt to check.

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Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

Rising. Falling. Rising. Falling. A small arm instinctively moved beneath the fawn colored cloak finding its way over the elf’s stomach until the queasiness subsided. Crossing the Moonsea on her venture from Myth Drannor seemed to be the obvious course at the time, though plagued with being tossed about on the high seas, Alfirineth undoubtedly had rather taken the scenic route. If the wood elf hadn’t already been running late she’d have all but started kissing the ground at landfall. Shaking her head in hopes of warding off unpleasant feelings, dark emerald hair shifted with little effort underneath the cloak’s hood as blue-green peered into the distance, their mark on the keep ahead. Leather boots lighted themselves swiftly against the crunch of the dirt path, often making small leaps as the level of the ground continued shifting. With the distance closing in each stride, it was only minutes until town gates towered before her; Sheildsworn on their guard.

Hullburg at last.

“Hold. What business have you?”

When first presented with the request for aid, Alfirineth was uncertain if rising up to the occasion was the wisest decision. She’d heard rumors of using adventurers for means of territorial expansion or power manipulation, both falling contrary to her upbringing. Nonetheless, she’d also heard rumors of disturbances of the undead. If such was the case it was her duty under Mielikki to intervene. Sheildsworn before her, she smiled downwards while reaching rather sheepishly into the small pouch strapped to her thigh, fingers delicately wrapping around the summons. The paper crinkled against her hand, slightly reluctant in being pulled from the space, but at last finding its way to the guard’s outstretched hand.

Face of stone, the man’s blank eyes skimmed the paper breaking away only to look at Rin herself. After a moment he handed the paper back, “Running a bit late aren’t we?” Rin’s ivory skin quickly flushed red as an apology started only to be cut off by the man’s lighthearted chuckle as he gestured to a younger guard across the way. “Follow him Miss. The Harmarch has already begun.”

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The sound of armor clanking against itself led the young woman through the courtyard and eventually through the innards of the building. The area itself modest in its decorum. To some this would appear disheartening, but to Alfirineth it immediately instilled a sense of respect and comfort. Lush, bold furnishings were nothing but a façade to distract the viewer from underlying issues. The lack of such meaningless airs was refreshing.

As silence replaced movement, the young woman was pulled back into the situation at hand as the guard left her before the room. Slipping in through the door she made eye contact with the Harmarch before removing her hood and bowing her head in apology. She went to stand in the corner and was briefed by the remaining guard on the offer while listening to the tail end of the conversation, or perhaps hostilities, between the two women. At the end Rin wasn't sure what to make of it all. No doubt at surface value the Sun Elf seemed to be excessively greedy. Rin was not the type to understand this sentiment, finding many things to be more valuable than money. Still, she didn't wish to judge the "gypsy" too soon. Looking on the brightside,she decided to be patient. With the paladin on the opposite side of the spectrum Alfirineth felt an uneasiness overcome her as to the solidity of the group. Aside from necromancy and the possibility of enraged spirits, too much was still unknown. If they'd be unable to rely on one another...death would be likely.

Eyes scanning each individual in her stomach tightened. It didn’t take much of an inference to determine Grigor Hulmaster was calculated in his decisions. Multiple members of various churches? Rin knew one thing for certain: It wasn’t a matter of if a member of their group was going to raid a tomb as much as when. They’d need the help of the gods.

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

Alfirineth (Rin) Laerorngwen

Appearance

Race: Half Wood Elf

Gender: Female

Age: 45 (21)

Class: Shaman

Stats:

Strength: 6
Dexterity: 16
Constitution: 12
Intelligence: 17
Wisdom: 18
Charisma: 8

Physical Description: Standing at roughly 5’6” and 145lbs, nothing about Rin’s build announces reason for intimidation. Gentle locks of shadowy emerald hair flow wildly, framing her face, falling just above the waistline. Her eyes are aqua green, almost as if the forest and ocean came together in a dance; the battle between the two causing the color of them to change oft, always leaning one way or the other without either truly gaining ground. Ritual tattoos signifying her place as a priestess (and connecting her to the divines) contrast significantly against the soft ivory skin. Her movements are generally tender and calculated, even in stressful situations. Nonetheless, when in battle, she does not allow it to limit her. On her left shoulder there is a faint silvery scar from when she was rescued by a wolf.

Armor/Attire: Serving under the Lady of the Forest, Mielikki, Alfrin can usually be found in earthy tones of varying greens, browns, and whites. Her breastplate is made of simple leather with tree branching patterns burned delicately into the material. Leather boots work their way up to just above the shin. The gauntlets, one the other hand, are Elven, a faded gold in color, and are a token of her past. Various pouches line her belt and thighs, and a quiver of elk is strapped to her back. Her cloak is varying shades of browns and tans with flecks of cream throughout, much like a fawn’s coat. Around her neck is a small silver pendent, a tree whose branches and roots spread broad, eventually forming a circle around it; this symbol gives the blessing of Guidance and Protection.

Equipment

• Handcrafted longbow with elk quiver: holds 15 arrows
• Wolf’s Fangs: medical needles generally used for acupuncture; in battle can be used fatally if on artery or for paralysis if nerve
• Skinning knife: sheath is located at her back on her belt
• Shadowsong: 9” dagger, outer left thigh
• Alchemy Bag filled with various medicinal herbs
• Prayer book, as well as guide in connecting with both the divines and the fallen
• Various other provisions such as a waterskin, money, potions, dried rations, medical supplies, ect.

Mental Description/Personality:
Alfirineth is a kind soul with a gentle heart. Following the faith instilled in her, the young elf chooses to believe good can be found even in the darkest of hearts. Nonetheless, the girl is no fool, nor is ignorant to the cruelty in the world. It is more so the idea anyone can change for the better; it only takes a slight change in the winds to alter a course. Preferring to look at situations from the outside in, she is calculating and decisive in finalizing her thoughts. Once she has come to a conclusion little to nothing will change her mind. Intuitive to the feelings of others, Rin is rather selfless, putting them above her own. For those close to her, she would lay down her life no questions asked.

Rin is an independent, humble woman who often keeps her feet off the ground and her head in the clouds. Adventurous at heart, she finds a path less taken to be the one with the most interesting possibilities. Dedicated to nature, she respects even the tiniest creature, mentally processing all outcomes before actually taking a life. Being small, Rin doesn’t bother with heavy armor as she’d prefer to deal with her threats with her archery, from a distance. When forced into hand to hand combat she has learned how to use her opponent's strength against them through agility and training. Though generally soft natured, Rin is abrupt and to the point when irritated or angered. She isn't one for 'beating around the bush', and would rather say what she thinks and move on.

Due to the tattoos covering her body, Rin has the ability to connect with deities other than her own, even those of a darker nature. Unfortunately, doing so takes a massive toll on her body, usually cause her to be bedridden for a day or two minimum. Aside from this, her magic revolves around healing, strengthening the spirit, and summoning animals in nature to her aid (her spirit transformation is that of a large arctic wolf, this creature choice is specific to being a follower of Mielikki, Lady of the forest, along with aspects of Silvanus).

When it comes down to it Alfirineth highly values three traits: loyalty, honesty, and perseverance. Loyalty isn't blind or completely steadfast, but she feels safer knowing that her friends have her back and are willing to stand up for her. Honesty is crucial to any relationship in her mind, though she knows how to keep quiet when necessary. Perseverance is a quality which can tip the balance of scales, making the difference between a dream being forgotten or coming true.

Goals: She wishes to understand the world as seen from those raised on the outside, gaining a new perspective on the soul: what hardens it, breaks it, builds it back up again. Rin hopes to apply this knowledge into her faith, bringing the cycle of the universe together with a new perspective.

Background/History:
Born in a small village along the Heartblood River at the southern end of the High Forest (north of the Grey Vale), Alfirineth was raised to respect the nature around her, learning to make herself flexible to the flow rather trying to manipulate it to fit her own needs. Uncle being a master carpenter and stoneworker, the young girl excelled in the crafting of bows and arrows as well as in leather tanning. Her technique was strengthened in her knowledge of the hunt, much of her free time spent practicing with archery and trapping. It wasn’t long before she knew the area well, learning the art of craftiness from many close calls.

Many of the young elf’s earliest memories revolved around the general distrust in magic, as well as a distancing from divine thoughts in general. To her people, calling on these deities was nothing more than a wasted breath. Even then, the young girl couldn’t fully understand how magic, which appeared to be so beautiful, could be so inherently wicked. Her curiosity in these affairs was often cause of scrutiny, especially considering her father being a human. Though she never knew the man, let alone his ideologies on either case, Rin couldn’t help but feel a pull in her spirit that there was something more, something she should be looking for.

The validity of the feelings came with a confirmation one cool autumn day when Rin was approximately 13 years of age. Following a deer, the girl stumbled upon what appeared to be a necromancer summoning the undead. Naturally curious about magic in general, the elf climbed a nearby tree, making her way through the branches until she was in earshot. Enthralled by the scene, she ignored the subtle cracking sound of the branch. Within moments the safety of the boughs was replaced with the hard ground, the sound of her own body crunching against fallen leaves and the cracking of wood. The rest of the memory appeared as nothing but flashes: undead corpses surrounding her, flying through the air before landing against a rocky cliffside, her heart bursting out of her chest as a warm liquid flowed down her face. Then it came, a voice. Suddenly, she felt teeth in her shoulder, as her body was being pulled away from the fight. A druid appeared in her peripheral as wolves came out of the woods closing in on the necromancer. Alfirineth blacked out shortly afterwards, one thought on her mind, “It’s too soon in the season for their fur to be white…why?” Darkness came quickly.

Rin awakened already bandage, tucked in on her bed with her mother giving her a most peculiar look. Physically, she came out with the mild head trauma and a scar on her shoulder from the wolf that saved her. Still she felt unsettled, like a stone was sinking into the bottom of her stomach. That look…why did it make her feel this way? Soon it wasn’t just her mother, but the whole village. The voice from that day…it lingered. Years came and went, that longing for answers from her childhood refused to wane, gnawing at her constantly to the point even her dreams were filled with pictures she didn’t understand, faces that her eyes never rested upon. There was no staying in her homeland, that was a fact she’d grown up knowing but never truly acknowledged. Now, as she packed up what little she could carry on her person, Rin could only have faith in destiny. She needed to know what happened that day, what it all meant, what all those eyes knew but refused to say.

Her adventures began southward spreading from the High Moor east to the Hill of Lost Souls and back north again. Rumors of similar stories kept her following what seemed to be a path of dead ends. Completing small quest for locals or selling her woodwork kept her fed, allowing for enough connections to find the next lead.

Solace came at last in the form of an elderly elf seeking protection on her way through the Forgotten Forest. Offering a pretty price, Rin was unable to turn the woman down, though surprised the lady would choose someone so small over the orks also offering their assistance. “Call it a hunch. I’d expect a wood elf to give me a little luck on the venture. And you my dear, let’s just say I believe you have the gods on your side,” the woman laughed leaving Rin as confused as ever, but hopeful this was what she’d been waiting for. Curious to where they were traveling, Alfirineth learned it was a pilgrimage to the shrine of Silvanus, the Forest Father. Throughout the next week she learned the history of the god, of his “daughters” Mielikki and Eldath. It was early in the morning when they finally arrived. The instant Rin looked upon the shrine a vision came over her explaining everything she’d never known. The druid that rescued her that day was called upon by Silvanus himself. The mark on her shoulder, his blessing. He directed her to become a Shaman of Mielikki, therefore a direct worshipper of him as well. “Travel to Comanthor. Find your destiny there.”

For the first time in her life Rin felt at peace. Those looks she’d gotten all those years were for a blessing that only she seemed unable to see. Now her eyes were opened and her path sure.

The journey to Comanthor took her to many places, bringing a newfound wisdom to this world, for joy and for sorrow. Once abroad, she settled in Myth Drannor starting her quest for knowledge all over again. She learned from the locals of a shaman of Silvanus and Mielikki named Matolokive, known for his extensive knowledge in alchemy and healing. Through fate she became his disciple for the next 20 odd years, expanding her own abilities as a future priestess of Mielikki. Rin became an expert in herbal knowledge, medicinal techniques, and the fine line between healing a life and snuffing it out. Much of her time was spent expanding her wisdom through reading of books and scrolls. After completing her history of the divines she was granted with the ritual tattoos to help hone her abilities in seeking guidance. Physically, she was taught to push her body to the limits in the name of understanding her place as part of the universe. Rin was taught hand to hand combat, how to use her small frame to her advantage. Forced to train for hours on end, it all set the foundation for when she would once again head out on her own, claiming her place a lighthouse for the weary.

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

@POOHEAD189 Okie dokie my good sir. I think I've got it all down. Lemme know if there is anything else.

Alfirineth (Rin) Laerorngwen

Alfirineth (Rin) Laerorngwen

Appearance

Race: Half Wood Elf

Gender: Female

Age: 45 (21)

Class: Shaman

Stats:

Strength: 6
Dexterity: 16
Constitution: 12
Intelligence: 17
Wisdom: 18
Charisma: 8

Physical Description: Standing at roughly 5’6” and 145lbs, nothing about Rin’s build announces reason for intimidation. Gentle locks of shadowy emerald hair flow wildly, framing her face, falling just above the waistline. Her eyes are aqua green, almost as if the forest and ocean came together in a dance; the battle between the two causing the color of them to change oft, always leaning one way or the other without either truly gaining ground. Ritual tattoos signifying her place as a priestess (and connecting her to the divines) contrast significantly against the soft ivory skin. Her movements are generally tender and calculated, even in stressful situations. Nonetheless, when in battle, she does not allow it to limit her. On her left shoulder there is a faint silvery scar from when she was rescued by a wolf.

Armor/Attire: Serving under the Lady of the Forest, Mielikki, Alfrin can usually be found in earthy tones of varying greens, browns, and whites. Her breastplate is made of simple leather with tree branching patterns burned delicately into the material. Leather boots work their way up to just above the shin. The gauntlets, one the other hand, are Elven, a faded gold in color, and are a token of her past. Various pouches line her belt and thighs, and a quiver of elk is strapped to her back. Her cloak is varying shades of browns and tans with flecks of cream throughout, much like a fawn’s coat. Around her neck is a small silver pendent, a tree whose branches and roots spread broad, eventually forming a circle around it; this symbol gives the blessing of Guidance and Protection.

Equipment

• Handcrafted longbow with elk quiver: holds 15 arrows
• Wolf’s Fangs: medical needles generally used for acupuncture; in battle can be used fatally if on artery or for paralysis if nerve
• Skinning knife: sheath is located at her back on her belt
• Shadowsong: 9” dagger, outer left thigh
• Alchemy Bag filled with various medicinal herbs
• Prayer book, as well as guide in connecting with both the divines and the fallen
• Various other provisions such as a waterskin, money, potions, dried rations, medical supplies, ect.

Mental Description/Personality:
Alfirineth is a kind soul with a gentle heart. Following the faith instilled in her, the young elf chooses to believe good can be found even in the darkest of hearts. Nonetheless, the girl is no fool, nor is ignorant to the cruelty in the world. It is more so the idea anyone can change for the better; it only takes a slight change in the winds to alter a course. Preferring to look at situations from the outside in, she is calculating and decisive in finalizing her thoughts. Once she has come to a conclusion little to nothing will change her mind. Intuitive to the feelings of others, Rin is rather selfless, putting them above her own. For those close to her, she would lay down her life no questions asked.

Rin is an independent, humble woman who often keeps her feet off the ground and her head in the clouds. Adventurous at heart, she finds a path less taken to be the one with the most interesting possibilities. Dedicated to nature, she respects even the tiniest creature, mentally processing all outcomes before actually taking a life. Being small, Rin doesn’t bother with heavy armor as she’d prefer to deal with her threats with her archery, from a distance. When forced into hand to hand combat she has learned how to use her opponent's strength against them through agility and training. Though generally soft natured, Rin is abrupt and to the point when irritated or angered. She isn't one for 'beating around the bush', and would rather say what she thinks and move on.

Due to the tattoos covering her body, Rin has the ability to connect with deities other than her own, even those of a darker nature. Unfortunately, doing so takes a massive toll on her body, usually cause her to be bedridden for a day or two minimum. Aside from this, her magic revolves around healing, strengthening the spirit, and summoning animals in nature to her aid (her spirit transformation is that of a large arctic wolf, this creature choice is specific to being a follower of Mielikki, Lady of the forest, along with aspects of Silvanus).

When it comes down to it Alfirineth highly values three traits: loyalty, honesty, and perseverance. Loyalty isn't blind or completely steadfast, but she feels safer knowing that her friends have her back and are willing to stand up for her. Honesty is crucial to any relationship in her mind, though she knows how to keep quiet when necessary. Perseverance is a quality which can tip the balance of scales, making the difference between a dream being forgotten or coming true.

Goals: She wishes to understand the world as seen from those raised on the outside, gaining a new perspective on the soul: what hardens it, breaks it, builds it back up again. Rin hopes to apply this knowledge into her faith, bringing the cycle of the universe together with a new perspective.

Background/History:
Born in a small village along the Heartblood River at the southern end of the High Forest (north of the Grey Vale), Alfirineth was raised to respect the nature around her, learning to make herself flexible to the flow rather trying to manipulate it to fit her own needs. Uncle being a master carpenter and stoneworker, the young girl excelled in the crafting of bows and arrows as well as in leather tanning. Her technique was strengthened in her knowledge of the hunt, much of her free time spent practicing with archery and trapping. It wasn’t long before she knew the area well, learning the art of craftiness from many close calls.

Many of the young elf’s earliest memories revolved around the general distrust in magic, as well as a distancing from divine thoughts in general. To her people, calling on these deities was nothing more than a wasted breath. Even then, the young girl couldn’t fully understand how magic, which appeared to be so beautiful, could be so inherently wicked. Her curiosity in these affairs was often cause of scrutiny, especially considering her father being a human. Though she never knew the man, let alone his ideologies on either case, Rin couldn’t help but feel a pull in her spirit that there was something more, something she should be looking for.

The validity of the feelings came with a confirmation one cool autumn day when Rin was approximately 13 years of age. Following a deer, the girl stumbled upon what appeared to be a necromancer summoning the undead. Naturally curious about magic in general, the elf climbed a nearby tree, making her way through the branches until she was in earshot. Enthralled by the scene, she ignored the subtle cracking sound of the branch. Within moments the safety of the boughs was replaced with the hard ground, the sound of her own body crunching against fallen leaves and the cracking of wood. The rest of the memory appeared as nothing but flashes: undead corpses surrounding her, flying through the air before landing against a rocky cliffside, her heart bursting out of her chest as a warm liquid flowed down her face. Then it came, a voice. Suddenly, she felt teeth in her shoulder, as her body was being pulled away from the fight. A druid appeared in her peripheral as wolves came out of the woods closing in on the necromancer. Alfirineth blacked out shortly afterwards, one thought on her mind, “It’s too soon in the season for their fur to be white…why?” Darkness came quickly.

Rin awakened already bandage, tucked in on her bed with her mother giving her a most peculiar look. Physically, she came out with the mild head trauma and a scar on her shoulder from the wolf that saved her. Still she felt unsettled, like a stone was sinking into the bottom of her stomach. That look…why did it make her feel this way? Soon it wasn’t just her mother, but the whole village. The voice from that day…it lingered. Years came and went, that longing for answers from her childhood refused to wane, gnawing at her constantly to the point even her dreams were filled with pictures she didn’t understand, faces that her eyes never rested upon. There was no staying in her homeland, that was a fact she’d grown up knowing but never truly acknowledged. Now, as she packed up what little she could carry on her person, Rin could only have faith in destiny. She needed to know what happened that day, what it all meant, what all those eyes knew but refused to say.

Her adventures began southward spreading from the High Moor east to the Hill of Lost Souls and back north again. Rumors of similar stories kept her following what seemed to be a path of dead ends. Completing small quest for locals or selling her woodwork kept her fed, allowing for enough connections to find the next lead.

Solace came at last in the form of an elderly elf seeking protection on her way through the Forgotten Forest. Offering a pretty price, Rin was unable to turn the woman down, though surprised the lady would choose someone so small over the orks also offering their assistance. “Call it a hunch. I’d expect a wood elf to give me a little luck on the venture. And you my dear, let’s just say I believe you have the gods on your side,” the woman laughed leaving Rin as confused as ever, but hopeful this was what she’d been waiting for. Curious to where they were traveling, Alfirineth learned it was a pilgrimage to the shrine of Silvanus, the Forest Father. Throughout the next week she learned the history of the god, of his “daughters” Mielikki and Eldath. It was early in the morning when they finally arrived. The instant Rin looked upon the shrine a vision came over her explaining everything she’d never known. The druid that rescued her that day was called upon by Silvanus himself. The mark on her shoulder, his blessing. He directed her to become a Shaman of Mielikki, therefore a direct worshipper of him as well. “Travel to Comanthor. Find your destiny there.”

For the first time in her life Rin felt at peace. Those looks she’d gotten all those years were for a blessing that only she seemed unable to see. Now her eyes were opened and her path sure.

The journey to Comanthor took her to many places, bringing a newfound wisdom to this world, for joy and for sorrow. Once abroad, she settled in Myth Drannor starting her quest for knowledge all over again. She learned from the locals of a shaman of Silvanus and Mielikki named Matolokive, known for his extensive knowledge in alchemy and healing. Through fate she became his disciple for the next 20 odd years, expanding her own abilities as a future priestess of Mielikki. Rin became an expert in herbal knowledge, medicinal techniques, and the fine line between healing a life and snuffing it out. Much of her time was spent expanding her wisdom through reading of books and scrolls. After completing her history of the divines she was granted with the ritual tattoos to help hone her abilities in seeking guidance. Physically, she was taught to push her body to the limits in the name of understanding her place as part of the universe. Rin was taught hand to hand combat, how to use her small frame to her advantage. Forced to train for hours on end, it all set the foundation for when she would once again head out on her own, claiming her place a lighthouse for the weary.