Post by Shari'Adune Forestsong on Jul 14, 2009 11:25:57 GMT -5
((Just a small bit of her past.
Also wanted to throw this in somewhere, i sat down and did the technical research on her age and came up with the following. It was mostly for my own information but i'm putting it here so i don't loose it.
She was Joined (Married)young. (Joined at 263), was
blessed with a child at 264, fire happened at 270 and she was
widowed. She stayed in Moonglade healing and training for thirty
one years before leaving at 301, she is now 340.
I used the age guidelines i found Here ))
It was a normal quiet day in the Oracle Glade, until....
It was the smell of smoke that first caught her attention, then the piercing scream of her young daughter. It cut through her like a fine edged blade.
Shari'Adune had been knelt by the river, watching a frog hopping along the bank headed toward the bouquet of wildflowers she had caringly picked for her husband. At the scream her blood ran cold and she found herself sprinting as fast as she could toward her home just over the rise and around the bend.
Leaves of the forest crushed under her soft slippered feet as she ran, and she clutched at her skirt to keep it from hindering her running, hiking it up over her thighs.
She arrived to her small one level elven home panting and grasping at her heart as her fevered eyes darted around hoping against all odds that she would see her family nearby. The smoke was thick, and clawing at her eyes making them burn and her throat twitch with fits of coughing.
She scarcely noticed the other handful of elves and panthers who had rushed over as well, a pack of druids...her husbands friends. They stumbled into line behind her.
"Krae'sharel!" she screamed, cheeks flushed. "Jewel!" Her eyes darted around, not seeing either her husband or child, and then another yell caught her attention.
"Jewel'rhea'nae!" followed by choked coughing. It was her husband, calling for their daughter. They were inside.
Lurching forward much to the shock and horror of the assembled group behind her, Shari rushed at her crumbling home fully intent on going in there to help. She ran through some live ashes which caught her kilt on fire and reached out through the flames for the door. They lapped at her flesh hungrily causing her to wail in pain and frustration.
A pair of strong hands were clasped on her shoulders and the small woman was jerked backward away from the fire and her family. She flailed her arms and refused to hold still even as the men smothered out the fire upon her.
"You can't go in there Shari!" Larcel scolded her ignoring the burns he suffered on his hands. He spun her around to look into her tear stained, and soot marked face. "There is nothing we can do!"
She fought against him, her 5'11 frame dwarfed by the large seven foot male. "But they are in there! My daughter is in there!" She bared her teeth and pummeled his broad chest weakly with her burned hands.
"We know, Shari...we know." he whispered holding her close as she squirmed and finally tired herself out until she was just a sobbing wreck.
The fire roared on, eating away the cumulation of her entire life. There was nothing anyone could do. The little house Krae'sharel had insisted on being so far away from civilization was all but forgotten by many.
Wood snapped and crackled as it burned, billowing out heat and ash. It didn't take long before it was a smoldering black mark on the forest floor, twisted and broken black charcoaled remains hissing.
Three of the panthers nosed around the remains, everyone clutching vainly to a thin shred of hope. They didn't let Shari see what remained of her husband and six year old child, burned together in each others arms. It had looked like Krae'sharel had been trying to make his way out with his daughter in his arms when a beam had crashed down ontop of him.
Shari found herself taken away from that place, and spirited off to Moonglade where she was well known by the druids as Krae's devoted mate.
She did not eat or drink for days, she did not speak for many months.
The druids did all they could for her, nursing her burns that she would not allow them to heal, cutting away the parts of her long ocean green hair that had been burned.
They gave her a comfortable bed to sleep in and it was Larcel who helped guide her back to life with the help of the Great Spirits that roamed the Glade. They counseled her in strength and gave her renewed purpose.
Shari became a druid, and vowed to serve Ysera and atone for her unforgivable failure.
Also wanted to throw this in somewhere, i sat down and did the technical research on her age and came up with the following. It was mostly for my own information but i'm putting it here so i don't loose it.
She was Joined (Married)young. (Joined at 263), was
blessed with a child at 264, fire happened at 270 and she was
widowed. She stayed in Moonglade healing and training for thirty
one years before leaving at 301, she is now 340.
I used the age guidelines i found Here ))
It was a normal quiet day in the Oracle Glade, until....
It was the smell of smoke that first caught her attention, then the piercing scream of her young daughter. It cut through her like a fine edged blade.
Shari'Adune had been knelt by the river, watching a frog hopping along the bank headed toward the bouquet of wildflowers she had caringly picked for her husband. At the scream her blood ran cold and she found herself sprinting as fast as she could toward her home just over the rise and around the bend.
Leaves of the forest crushed under her soft slippered feet as she ran, and she clutched at her skirt to keep it from hindering her running, hiking it up over her thighs.
She arrived to her small one level elven home panting and grasping at her heart as her fevered eyes darted around hoping against all odds that she would see her family nearby. The smoke was thick, and clawing at her eyes making them burn and her throat twitch with fits of coughing.
She scarcely noticed the other handful of elves and panthers who had rushed over as well, a pack of druids...her husbands friends. They stumbled into line behind her.
"Krae'sharel!" she screamed, cheeks flushed. "Jewel!" Her eyes darted around, not seeing either her husband or child, and then another yell caught her attention.
"Jewel'rhea'nae!" followed by choked coughing. It was her husband, calling for their daughter. They were inside.
Lurching forward much to the shock and horror of the assembled group behind her, Shari rushed at her crumbling home fully intent on going in there to help. She ran through some live ashes which caught her kilt on fire and reached out through the flames for the door. They lapped at her flesh hungrily causing her to wail in pain and frustration.
A pair of strong hands were clasped on her shoulders and the small woman was jerked backward away from the fire and her family. She flailed her arms and refused to hold still even as the men smothered out the fire upon her.
"You can't go in there Shari!" Larcel scolded her ignoring the burns he suffered on his hands. He spun her around to look into her tear stained, and soot marked face. "There is nothing we can do!"
She fought against him, her 5'11 frame dwarfed by the large seven foot male. "But they are in there! My daughter is in there!" She bared her teeth and pummeled his broad chest weakly with her burned hands.
"We know, Shari...we know." he whispered holding her close as she squirmed and finally tired herself out until she was just a sobbing wreck.
The fire roared on, eating away the cumulation of her entire life. There was nothing anyone could do. The little house Krae'sharel had insisted on being so far away from civilization was all but forgotten by many.
Wood snapped and crackled as it burned, billowing out heat and ash. It didn't take long before it was a smoldering black mark on the forest floor, twisted and broken black charcoaled remains hissing.
Three of the panthers nosed around the remains, everyone clutching vainly to a thin shred of hope. They didn't let Shari see what remained of her husband and six year old child, burned together in each others arms. It had looked like Krae'sharel had been trying to make his way out with his daughter in his arms when a beam had crashed down ontop of him.
Shari found herself taken away from that place, and spirited off to Moonglade where she was well known by the druids as Krae's devoted mate.
She did not eat or drink for days, she did not speak for many months.
The druids did all they could for her, nursing her burns that she would not allow them to heal, cutting away the parts of her long ocean green hair that had been burned.
They gave her a comfortable bed to sleep in and it was Larcel who helped guide her back to life with the help of the Great Spirits that roamed the Glade. They counseled her in strength and gave her renewed purpose.
Shari became a druid, and vowed to serve Ysera and atone for her unforgivable failure.