They call me Kaeri, child of Eriona. In the race of Man, I am 16 years old, though by half-elven count I am little more than 5 turns. Scholar, I am known to many, thanks to my love of the stars. I am always dreaming, hoping, waiting for a time where I can spend my days learning more about our world.
Born to the elfin archeress Eriona and poet Haerik, I am both blessed and cursed, yearning to belong yet granted a life between two worlds. I was born in the tavern where they met (Or so I was told)... Luckily, my parents had a chance encounter. Traveling poets always need coin, of course, so Father took to a table and recited the most beautiful poem, ensnaring the heart of the passing archeress.
I take mostly after my mother, with her lithe build and smoke-grey eyes. Father's oaken-brown hair was passed on to me, Mother's favorite hue luckily enough. Fair-skinned and small of frame, my bookish appearance leads many to underestimate me.
My hunger for knowledge is tempered by my lack of combat skills. Mother taught me archery, but only for hunting… even then, I've never hit a rabbit. A few deer, but perhaps I was lucky. I want to see more of the world, but I know I can't run off with nothing to my name… I'll play it safe, remaining in town and getting to know the locals before trying to explore further.
With the stars as my guide and quill at the ready, I am ready to begin my journey.
A Sentimental Value: Lorica Parchment
The night I told Father I had made plans to set off on my own, he smiled, then said that he'd known that the time would come when my curiosity would lead me away from him. Dumbstruck, I watched as he handed me a scroll of blank parchment, bound with a small ribbon. His hands trembled, but his quiet voice was steady. "Promise me you'll tell me everything, Kaeri. I'll be here, waiting to welcome you home."
I met Aria while walking through the market early morning. She had just bought a basket of apples and we'd nearly collided, I was so busy looking at everything with wide eyes. Aria laughed at my dumbfounded expression -- it was clear I was a stranger to the town. "You look rather lost, friend, maybe I can help," she offered, dark eyes sparkling with amusement. Brushing a hand on her trousers, she grasped my wrist in greeting and introduced herself. "Yer one o'them half-elves, aren't you? Scrawnier than I imagined," Aria said with a chuckle, "I guess you could use a friend, too, hm?"
She was a baker's apprentice, thus always dusted in flour and surrounded by the aroma of wood smoke and earthy bread. At the thought of a freshly-baked loaf, m stomach growled and I immediately looked embarrassed. "Y'need a bite to eat, Kaeri? I'm sure I might have a honeycake left somewhere… "
Like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to her kind-hearted nature and the way she generously helped a stranger. Well, perhaps we were strangers no more. Aria would be a welcome friend to have. She seemed genuine, and her knowledge of the town and its locals would be helpful. Perhaps she, too, had dreams of being an adventurer?
Deity of Kaeri
Mareth, the moon goddess, takes many forms - maiden, mother, crone. She has a muscular build, her ebony-haired head crowned with feathers. Her eyes are like prisms, reflecting light even in the darkest of places. She has milky-white skin covered in moving writings, a tribute to her as the Patron of Poetry. Her outfit is that of a seer, and it is mostly white in color.
House of Sorrows
These poor innocent children, cursed by the Insolitam to a life of difficulty, did not deserve this. Jean's haggard face and haunted eyes show me a face of a father generous with his love and patience, fiercely protective of his children yet tormented by the curse on his children. The Insolitam… I must remember this for future research. Perhaps I can help Jean in some way.
The boys, Anxius and Gailen, are certainly true to their name, as one is possessed of an unsettled energy whilst the other is perfectly placid, hiding his impulses as Jean says. And yet, despite all of these troubles for these poor boys, Jean has the amazing gift to affect the outside world in a number of ways! Mareth be praised, he could cause a number of things to happen to help him and his children… perhaps a helpful caretaker could stop by to allow Jean some rest?
But… if Jean has created all of the probabilities in this realm of being, then… Jean created me? Created the town? Created the very world in which we inhabit, perhaps the gods? Is this man, then, holding the whole of creation upon his shoulders?
Worship of Mareth
Mother Mareth, in this full moon, I humbly dedicate this offering. A rabbit, fresh-killed, roasted and set upon the shore where Your waves pull ever higher. Your sister of the sea welcomes her share of the offering, between you all life is made. As your nightchild, I am grateful for your constant guidance, and this offering is a show of my thanks. Mareth, please continue to guide my hand and my heart to where You believe I need to be so that I can experience all that this world has to offer and continue to help the innocent and the downtrodden whom you watch over.
Gren the Fighter joins the Adventure Party of Kaeri
Gren is of a surprisingly cheery nature, despite his intimidating stature. With sharp blue eyes and sandy hair, he looks like your typical brawler. And yet, upon approach, the man is cordial.
An idealistic type, Gren is always thinking the best of a situation, no matter how hopeless things may seem. In a way, he can be a light in dark places, but also an annoyance when one is trying to think critically about the facts and possible outcomes of a situation.
Kaeri the Scholar is raised. I, Kaeri, have died but am alive again! I was entranced when for the 1st resurrection. Maybe it is part of reality of tears. With end in view in mind things must changeth.