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Seven Ravens- Gemstone IV Ravynsdeath Silverstorm |
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Ravynsdeath Silverstorm |
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About Me |
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A piece of writing i came across in my search for the truth:
Ravynsdeath Silverstorm was born to royalty, in a Kingdome now lost in time. A legend to those who never lived it and a distant fading memory to those who did. Icesilandale was a place of great peace and diplomatic laws. It was known through out the world as the place to go for answers for its vast knowledge was rivaled by no one. Libraries that were visited by races from all over the globe as well (it was rumored) as a few other dimensions. It's tranquil setting was home to many artisans and thinkers. Some of the greatest minds lived there and enjoyed freedoms and stress free life styles. This was a land that filled you with peace, hope and joy. Closest thing to an Eden there was in existence, or so the Bards tell. Ruled by Rayven the bold, Icesilandale was constantly growing. Some say this is what doomed the Kingdome, some say it was greed from other kingdoms, no one really agrees on why, but they all know how. All the bards tell this part of the tale in the same dramatic, frightening, climatic ending. It was dawn of a peaceful, soft, sunlight day. No clouds in site. The darkness pierced the morning in a shattering spike of flailing tendrils, each snaking, twisting and whipping. The were like arms of a great octopus searching for victims. Thousands of them, blackening the air and blotting out the sun. No noise, it was silent, even the screams the victims of the terror must have let out, were not heard. Maybe it was fast enough they did not have time to scream. Evil had descended on the Kingdome, and assassinated everyone it could find that morning so long ago. Then when the tendrils of death were done and withdrawn back to hell, there rode a lone horsemen, clad in white, but not a dazzling white, a stark white, that would have stung the eyes of those to see it, but no one was around. Any who managed to escape were now miles away. One such woman was cowering in a corner of a dirty, dusty, ally in some strange, depressing town next to a tavern that saw a lot of traffic. She was cradling a child wrapped in a bright blue blanket of silk and cotton with a seven black ravens embroidered in the corners all touching wings together in a circle. The baby was the third son of Rayven the bold. Amber was his nurse maid, a human who fell in love with the king when he saved her form a band of gypsies on one of his famous travels to gain knowledge. She pledged her allegiance to the elf king, and he in turn in trusted his third son to her care. She was given a ring of teleportation for safety and this is what she had used not more than seconds after she saw the horrible, black terror touch the king. In total silence it leached the life from him. His last look was of pleading for his son's life. She thought she saw a sign of relief on his dieing face as she turned the ring on her finger and vanished with the baby in her arms. Why the ring was set for this dirty ally in a town no one knew, she never found out. The journey was taxing on her, draining her intensely. But not the baby, Ravynsdeath (named for the death of his father with renaming rights when vengeance is sated) was gurgling and fidgeting like nothing had happened. He was hungry. Back in the Kingdome of Icesiladale the white horsemen was riding and erasing all he came to. Buildings, walkways built with delicate tiles all set in artworks that had caused a million eyes to stare in wonder, towers built with gem like materials and homes that were said to rival any for comport and quality, even trees that bloomed in hundreds of colors in the spring, all were erased with nothing more than a wave of the horsemen's hand. A group here and group there some say it must have taken the horsemen all day to erase the very existence of the Kingdome of wisdom. Other say he had control of time that dawn and it only took moments. Still other bards yet say it was thousands of horsemen.
...But I only found one bard that insists his version was the one and only true version. This was the very bard that brought me the crown of seven ravens touching end to end and placed it in my hands some 100 years later. It was my fathers and such a rare thing since very few artifacts have ever been recovered form the Kingdome. Many treasure seekers saw to that. Why? Why was it done? I have been trying to find that answer since I was five and my human surrogate mother Amber told me the truth. I have spent the last 130 years searching for answers. When my human mother died at the hands of a band of hill trolls I was once more uprooted at the age of ten (human years). I was sent to a village south and raised by a wonderful human warrior who took me in with his two daughters both adopted. One Dawnsong a human who took to the bardish ways and the other an elf like me only a bit dark and quiet, Neferata. She took to the darker arts of sorcery and caused my interest in magic's. My second father and the one I knew the best died on a raiding party to save some girls abducted form the town. They came back but he did not. My sisters took off each on there own path and me being old enough twice over found I needed to be alone to find what I was seeking. The pain of death was starting to make me desire solitude. I have carried the art of journaling from my sister and a few magic's form my darker sister. I hold truest to the warrior skills my second Father taught me and I have many healing skills my human mother gave me. I started forming a relationship with a thief named Gallor and through this I found the love of picking locks and disguise. I am a part of everyone I have ever known. I live so long compared to humans that I had to find a way to immortalize the few rare friendships I came across. One such relationship rivals all, a searing beauty names Silviastair, an elf maiden like no other. She holds a place in my heart that can't be removed. ....Ravyns Not long ago someone saw me writing in my journal, I am always recording best I can what I learn and see, well any way he asked me to publish some of the journals. I agreed to try and here they are some of my journal things but not all, as I have very little time and so much more to learn. Now mind you I am not great at this kinda thing I have always just kept the journals for my self, never really thought about others reading it so forgive me if its a bit messy and spelled bad. I really never did well in school. Alacrity storm, that is her name. She is a beautiful Coraesine long sword and I fell in love with her even before seeing her. I was passing by, that is all when a small hushed voice almost softer than a whisper buzzed in my ear. I had to go in the room and see. After a few moments checking out the crowd I was ready to leave when I heard it again. It was soft and almost felt like a female in pain. As I searched the room I saw upon a large cloth covered table a sword like none I had ever seen before. She, and I knew she was a female took my heart that moment. As I approached she whispered once more, get the ticket and take me home….
First about me: If you were to look at me any time of the day this is what you would see:
Ravynsdeath Sillverstorm Race: Half-Elf Profession: Paladin (Reaver) Level: 30 Gender: Male Age: 148 Wealth: Silvers: 1200 coins Features: Hair Color : jet black Hair Style : shoulder length Hair Texture : silky Hair Quirks : worn in a ponytail Eye Color : stormy grey Eye Character : silver-flecked Complexion : copper Nose : classical Face : angular Height : taller than average Distinquishing Mark : birth mark and a black raven tattoo.
I once had an odd fellow ask me if he could do a rating of the skills I use in life on me and this was what he came up with: Skills: Skill Name | Current Current | Bonus Ranks Armor Use........................| 162 62 Shield Use.........................| 105 25 Combat Maneuvers.........| 70 15 Edged Weapons..............| 162 62 Ambush.............................| 90 20 Multi Opponent Combat.| 35 7 Physical Fitness...............| 136 38 Dodging............................| 90 20 Magic Item Use................| 5 1 Harness Power.................| 148 48 Spirit Mana Control........| 25 5 Spiritual Lore - Blessings...| 105 25 Perception........................| 90 20 Climbing...........................| 30 6 Swimming........................| 25 5 Spell Lists Paladin..........| 25 Spell Ranks: Paladin Base :25 Stats: Normal (Bonus) ... Enhanced (Bonus)
Strength (STR): 85 (17) ... 90 (20) Constitution (CON): 82 (16) ... 82 (16) Dexterity (DEX): 80 (20) ... 80 (20) Agility (AGL): 89 (29) ... 89 (29) Discipline (DIS): 73 (6) ... 73 (6) Aura (AUR): 91 (20) ... 91 (20) Logic (LOG): 70 (10) ... 70 (10) Intuition (INT): 49 (0) ... 49 (0) Wisdom (WIS): 85 (17) ... 85 (17) Influence (INF): 65 (12) ... 65 (12)
After I use the spells Tonis granted it looks like this:
Normal (Bonus) ... Enhanced (Bonus) Strength (STR): 85 (17) ... 90 (20) Constitution (CON): 82 (16) ... 88 (19) Dexterity (DEX): 80 (20) ... 80 (20) Agility (AGI): 89 (29) ... 89 (29) Discipline (DIS): 73 (6) ... 73 (6) Aura (AUR): 91 (20) ... 91 (20) Logic (LOG): 70 (10) ... 70 (10) Intuition (INT): 49 (0) ... 49 (0) Wisdom (WIS): 85 (17) ... 85 (17) Influence (INF): 65 (12) ... 65 (12) Mana: 24 Silver: 1200
I found a kinship with Tonis >remove my tonis symbol You grin. > You take off a golden Tonis symbol. >say May Tonis grant my spells with extra speed and good luck. >turn my symbol > As you turn a small protrusion on the back of the symbol, it splits in two and begins to unfold in the palm of your hand. The two halves of the once smooth surface slowly press together and the general appearance of a statuette begins to take shape. As you finish turning the crank, the symbol finishes its odd transformation and leaves you holding a small statuette in its place. >raise my statuette You raise your Tonis statuette skyward! >chant You bow your head and chant a short prayer to Tonis, causing golden and pale blue light to momentarily coalesce in front of you.
On my vacation aboard the Due Gillywac I was fortunate to get a pet lizard from this odd fellow who thought I was wearing a bad toupee. He was kind enough to resurrect my Girl friend Sil when she died falling into the hatch and getting us locked in a poison gas chamber. When the air cleared the little gnome showed up and offered us all lizards. I got this one:
A raven-black hunting lizard A raven-black hunting lizard sees your cricket and freezes, its eyes locked on the cricket. The very tip of the lizard's tail twitches, and it emits a soft huff of excitement. Suddenly, the lizard lunges forward, grasps the cricket in its jaws and gulps it down! Your hunting lizard suddenly notices something in the air, and tries to climb your face to get at it! You gently remove the little guy's claws from your features, and coax it back to your shoulder, patting it on the head in hopes of persuading the lizard to stay. Your hunting lizard decides, for no reason, to begin nibbling your ear. You shrug and shake your head, trying to get it to stop the ticklish sensation, but when the lizard doesn't stop -- in fact becomes more insistent in its nibbling -- you finally turn your head and stare at the rascal. It looks back at you for a moment...then gives your nose a little peck. Presumptuous little beggar! Your hunting lizard nips at the air. Whether it has glimpsed a gnat or has succumbed to a case of wishful thinking is uncertain. Your hunting lizard suddenly begins whining and hissing. You feel it erupt into a flurry of movement on your shoulder! Its tail smacks you several times on the side of your head. Wincing at the blows, you try to quiet the lizard by patting it reassuringly. Then you notice what caused the creature's agitation. A small black fly is winging away into the distance. The lizard follows the insect's progress, a wistful expression in its eyes. Your hunting lizard suddenly gets a notion to climb up the side of your head. After sustaining what feels like a newly pierced ear, you can feel it sitting up there with its tail hanging down the back of your neck. Knowing the little scamp will probably bite at your hand if you try to grab it, you simply tilt your head to the side. The lizard slides back down to your shoulder where it belongs. You can hear it emit a little huff in protest though. That lizard just has to have the last word!
I also managed to do another gnome a favor and go get his kitten that he was worried about, well he then told me to keep it and shoved it in a sac and insisted. At first I thought I would just give it a way but as I looked into its eyes I just could not do it. I still have her and someday I will teach her to hunt like my lizard I named Hunter. I have not named the kitten yet. she mostly sleeps. a raven black kitten with sea-green eyes. a black silk sack adorned with raven feathers In the raven-feathered
This is my home I wanted it because it is on the cliffs and reminded me of the water where I grew up. My mother, she was an Empath, was very fond of the sea. She would have liked this place. [Ravynsdeath's Home] ivy-covered ebon-framed chalet and some narrow stone steps. Walls of polished pale oak and a dusty oak floor covered by a deeply piled forest green carpet enclose this room. In one corner lies a simple stick cot, and near the cot sits a polished dark felwood table. Above a small firepit hangs an Estate Holder plaque. The room holds a mild scent of ancient redwood. You also see a door. You call out to your pet raven. A raven flies in and lands at your feet.
Some things I have discovered :
You wave your glass sphere around You can see a small blue-black lobster staring back at you with its stalk-like eyes from within the sphere. You tap on the glass of the glass sphere and your blue-black lobster scuttles over and beats on the section your finger is touching with its claw.
spidersilk cloak Sensing your intent, a swarm of tiny spiders suddenly appears from beneath the folds of your spidersilk cloak and seals the opening in the cloak with their silk. In the spidersilk cloak you see a pair of antique silver runestones.
You shake your antique silver runestones and toss them into the air. They spin wildly as they descend, and land with a clatter. The runestones finally settle and show a snowflake symbol and a protection rune. >get run You pick up a pair of antique silver runestones.
cerulean glaes orb You trace your finger around the edge of your orb, which slowly changes color from midnight blue to cerulean The orb is shaped of pure cerulean glaes, crafted into a perfect orb. It hangs from a delicate silver chain affixed with a tiny moon-shaped mithril pin. Tiny shimmering crystals hover inside the orb, pulsating slightly with the light of the stars. Currently they form the shape of the constellation of The Unicorn. Barely visible on the glaesine surface of the orb, some words have been etched in minute script around its circumference. >>read orb Minute but elegant script is barely visible as it encircles your glaesine orb...
"Frae Naira vers Deiam, Jae esais bevre Tua ae te Draekeche." "From Dusk til Dawn, I stand between thee and the darkness." - from the journals of Linsandrych Illistim circa -49,080
You trace your finger around the edge of your orb, which slowly changes color from cerulean to deep blue. >touch orb You trace your finger around the edge of your orb, which slowly changes color from deep blue to midnight blue.
The blue glaes fishbowl is a perfectly formed glaes sphere that provides a suitable home for any aquatic life that wants to take up residence within. Blue-green pebbles are scattered across the bottom of the fishbowl, providing a suitable crawl space for a singular snail that treks from one end of the tank to the other. The very top half of the blue glaes fishbowl slides off of the sphere to allow food to be placed within. Swimming inside the blue glaes fishbowl are a slender marigold swordtail, and a large blue white cloudfish.
Your frosted glaes egg glows brightly for a moment, casting odd orange beams in all directions. You wave a small frosted glaes egg around, drawing an orange pattern in the air. The orange firefly inside your frosted glaes egg flits about unhappily, making a strange noise as it crashes into the egg's sides. You pry open your frosted glaes egg and a large orange firefly comes flying out angrily. It hovers beside you for a moment, then quickly flits away.
Black Velvet Hair ribbon You pull your jet black hair into a shoulder length ponytail and tie it with your hair ribbon. You smooth your shoulder length jet black hair away from your face and tie it with your hair ribbon.
Jade Dice You give the dice a good shake for luck and roll them on the ground. The dice bounce a few times and come to rest on 6 and 4. You pick up a pair of carved jade dice and put them into a grey wool dice bag.
paper You remove a sheet of deep crimson paper from in your climbing pack. You brush a speck of dust from your deep crimson paper. You make a writing motion at the deep crimson paper. You pull your deep crimson paper close to your nose trying to read it. You hold your deep crimson paper out at arm's length, squinting at it. In a flurry of motion to you rip your deep crimson paper to tiny pieces, cupping them carefully in your hands. You throw a handful of deep crimson confetti up into the air, and it floats down in a cloud all over the area!
Etched silver mirror Your face appears normal in the mirror and you breathe a sigh of relief. After a few seconds, you notice that your features seem to be running together. With horror, you watch as your skin melts off of the image before your eyes! You quickly reach up to touch the exposed skull that must be what is left of your face, only to discover that it feels completely normal.
You glance at your image in the mirror and nod with the satisfaction that everything is as it should be.
You see your image reflected in the mirror and note that you look simply amazing. Just as you are about to smile satisfactorily to yourself, you look on in horror as a ghostly spectre appears directly behind you in the mirror. You quickly spin around, ready to attack, but nothing is there.
You see an image of what can only be described as you with all of the juices sucked out of your body. Your hair is stringy and your skin looks like leather. You give a mental shudder.
You glance at the mirror expecting to see your normal self. The image in the mirror looks exactly like you, save for the small fact that it has no face! You gasp in terror and quicky look away.
You glance at the mirror and see what appears to be the back of your head. Spooky!
Ilvari luck charm You remove an Ilvari luck charm from in your climbing pack. You rub an Ilvari luck charm. You're not sure but you think you feel luckier. You put an Ilvari luck charm in your climbing pack.
Ebony coffin and troll skeleton puppet You remove an ebony coffin from in your raven-feathered haversack. In the ebony coffin you see a miniature troll skeleton. You remove a miniature troll skeleton from in your ebony coffin. You pull at the troll skeleton, causing it to fall to its knees while its arms swing together. You push on the troll skeleton, tangling the strings hopelessly. The troll skeleton turns slowly in place, arms and legs clattering softly. You tickle at the troll skeleton but only manage to get the bones tangled in your fingers. You sheepishly untangle them. You nudge at the troll skeleton and its hand goes up to its forehead. You could swear the miniature eyes just glowed. The troll skeleton turns slowly in place, arms and legs clattering softly. You raise the skeleton to your lips to kiss it and decide it doesn't look that affectionate.
an onyx and lightless glimaerstone earcuff, a silver-edged water-filled wristlet, a braided silver ring, Found on a quest (Two of the five strips of silver composing the ring are polished and smooth. Of the other three, one is etched with dancing flames, one is engraved with arcane symbols, and one bears the stylized, sleek forms of hunting hounds chasing endlessly after one another.) a pocketed half-moon tote, This is where I keep all my food and ale an onyx black raven-feathered cloak, a Warrior Guild member pin, a wrought silver raven amulet with a faceted crystal in its talons, Found on a quest a black velvet raven-feathered haversack, a solid vultite armband, a deep midnight black raven medallion, a simple silver armband adorned with black crystals, I can keep stuff in here! a stormy grey poet's shirt, a woth-etched rainbow glaes herb kit, My mother was a healer so she tought me all the herbs a willow wood compass pin, I joined Willow Hall a great group! an obsidian raven pin, a mechanical forest gnome pin, a green feathered rattle, a fine pale white vest, a beaded black stone belt, a sea green bearskin ribbon, a pewter crown of seven inky-black ravens with bloodjewel-inset eyes flying in a circle with their wings touching tip-to-tip(The only thing my Father left me). a tiny green glaes spider, a small reddish glaes hummingbird, some crossed black brocade back-sheaths, a silver-tipped feather stickpin, a feathered black raven mask, some firecat skin trousers, a black velvet hair ribbon, some silver studded leather gloves, I can keep stuff in here! a sinew-wrapped raven prayer-feather, a rare inky black rose, a cobalt blue glaesine orb, a golden Tonis symbol, a alexandrite grifflet charm, a lacquered cherry boot sheath, a polished bloodjewel buckle, a glossy acantha leaf garland, an emerald airship pin, a black silk sack adorned with raven feathers, a speckled black invar case, a sparkling bloodjewel toe-ring, a feystone-eyed vultite dragon armband, a pair of silver-toed boots with amethyst buckles, a lustrous black coral signet-ring, some invar plate hourglass gauntlets, I can keep stuff in here! a crystal amulet, and a sparkling bloodjewel brooch.
in your cloak you see a trio of shiny mirrors, a raven-black oiled cricket box, a dimpled sea-green iron sphere, a wing-shaped soft blue-green pouch, a triple-layered pyramid, an ink-black invar baby dragon, a ghostly white mechanical fly, a gold-inlaid black locker manifest, a deep crimson leather bankbook, a large glass sphere, a golden drake-stamped box, a spider-etched mithril toolkit, a dark metallic raven - this is a gem cutter I love to cut gems into patterns with this great raven made especially for me. This is what it looks like: Thick plumage crafted skillfully from steel has been dyed a metallic black that shines beautifully as the light hits it. Faintly visible along the raven's outstretched wings are complex and archaic runes, which have been etched delicately upon the metal. Gleaming red bloodstone eyes stare out from above a silvery beak, in which it holds a large crimson bloodjewel. This is what it makes and other shapes as well: mouse-shaped white jade
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