Isolade nic Adelade
Pious Ranger and Apprentice Illusionist with Aquatic Elf Heritage
Isolade's Father was half elven, aquatic elf to be exact. He was a Ranger for the Kingdom of Lynore. Isolade's Mother was human and an Illusionist. Isolade's Father died when Isolade was still young and her Mother raised her as best she could teaching her the art of Illusion. She favoured her Father more in ability and nature and after her Mother's death took the vocation of Ranger.
Isolades Story.
The story of the journey of Isolade nic Adelade.
Oh sweet Lynore, country of my birth and life. How it pains me to see thee ill. My strength comes from thee and my spirit linked to thy lands. In a dream is come to me a messenger who shows me the glory of thy past and I shudder seeing the slow change that has befallen thee in but one of my glances. I shalt seek out mine destiny in Astoria on the isle of Petanera.
I am Isolade nic Adelade from Lynore. I am a Ranger and protector of my land. My father was half elven and a Ranger for Lynore and my mother was an Illusionist. They loved each other dearly, but my father died when I was still a young girl. My mother raised me as best she could, teaching me her art of Illusion. Alas I favoured my father more in such skills and shortly after my mothers death took on the vocation of Ranger.
People I have met on my journey starting at Astoria:
Ambasadores
Svia, the Barbarian, Human. This barbarian seems to want to think with more than her muscles. She seems good at heart. She doesnt seem to fear magic as much as most barbarians I have met. (Corinne)
Thom, the Rogue, Half Elf. I am unsure of Thom. This may have something to do with his being from Galatia. Though likeable, he seems to keep too many secrets. Perhaps all thief types are like this. Some wariness is in order, though perhaps Thom is basically trustworthy. Note check money pouch. (Regan)
Greta, the stone Druid, Dwarf. I have never met a Druid who was a reader of stone. Her heart seems good. Greta often comes up with unexpected views on subjects and very much wants to go forth and accomplish whatever goal she has. (Gemma)
Torlock, the Cleric. There seems to be something dark about this cleric. Torlock seems to have the makings of a leader despite the dark shadow hanging over him. (Oliver)
Findobar, the Fighter Mage Elf. I feel a sense of connection with Findobar because of our shared background in magic and fighting. Findobar has more potential to grow in the magical arts though. Quiet at times, he has much to be listened to at other times. (John)
Locals:
Emarha. When we first saw Emarha she was dancing in a disreputable Inn scantily clad. She was staying there with Moran, hiding in plane sight. She has the sign of the Evil Demon on her forehead. This tattoo she received in the city dungeons during a time she has no memory of. Is she to carry the seed of the demon which will allow him physical form once more? Does she already carry the seed? Was it implanted when she was in the dungeon and received the tattoo?
Ambriss, Paladin. Perhaps I should say ex-paladin. Has his god really turned his back on him? Or is it merely a challenge to Ambriss’ faith. I hope that he finds his way.
Moran. Who is this man who appeared in my vision and apparently the visions of a number of the other Ambassadors? He is friend of Bishop Vincenzo and the man who liberated Emerha from the dungeon, apparently a prisoner there himself.
Ella. Preistess of The Nameless god. She cares for the temple with the alter stone.
Vincenzo Dmedici, The Bishop. Who is this Bishop who claims not to know the Evil happening in the celler of his very own Temple? Is he evil, incompetent, or merely mislead? He seems to check out as not evil.
Violet. An old Acquaintance of Thom. She fawns after Bishop Vincenzo Dmedici almost in the same fashion as Emarha does for Moran. Is she good, is she evil?
Willimina
Grecre
Petra
Esla
Nestor
Gogi
My Journey continued:
I am sorry that my journal entries have been so sparse these last few weeks, but I have had little time to write. Here is a synopsis:
After arriving at Astoria I found myself a room at an Inn that had a good stable for my horse. I began my exploration of the city on this island.
At first look it seemed to be a peaceful city with a well-organized city guard, the perfect place for the Meeting of Leaders. I grew uneasy after a time though I knew not why. I began to understand the source of my unease after I entered a tavern in the seamier part of town.
I came to notice some interesting people in the common room. There were a number of people who just did not fit in. I could see they were foreigners by their dress and actions and I could tell they were carefully observing what was happening in the room. I only hope that I was less obvious.
I noted a cutpurse working the room, a slender elfish sort, one of the foreigners. I suspected he were from Galatia. Perhaps it was this that clued me into what was wrong with the city. Things were just too clean and tidy. I saw very few beggars and such, too few for such a city to have. I do not know of any city of this size that did not have a thriving thief's guild. I kept my eye on this cutpurse as he worked the room.
Well, I am going into too much detail here and digress from the important issues.
It was in this tavern that I met the other five ambassadors; they were the foreigners I noticed. It was here that things became complicated. I met a woman named Ahmara who was hiding out at the tavern as an exotic dancer. Ahmara was a key in a mystery, a mystery that is the cause of the misfortune of Leahnore and our Queen.
It seems that the other ambassadors and I all had a dream that shared in common, a man we later found out was named Moran. This Moran and Ahmara were tied into a prophecy of a Demon coming to rule our world.
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