(53 W-Elf ANG) Alysrith Eregale, Hunter of the K'sra
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. Standing before you around five feet tall is a rather
short wood-elf. Confidently poised by her spear, she looks
the peak of physical condition, well-muscled and agile. Clothed
in the hues of the living wild, she glows with a purity of
beauty rarely seen. Her blue eyes hold a fury, like the
torrents of a great monsoon, which contrast perfectly with the
long light-reddish brown hair flowing down her back. Her simple
beauty is marred only by a few scars: a stripe across her right
cheek, and a gruesome scar in her left side being the most
noticeable. When she stalks around, her movements betray a
confidence and experience that few could match.
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Alysrith, a female wood-elf, is in perfect health.

Alysrith is using:
(worn on finger) a many-spotted ladybug
(worn around neck) a sung wood medallion depicting storms and lightning
(worn around neck) a short cape of Maidenhair fronds
(worn on body) a bluish blouse of 'Witch's Hair'
(worn on head) red-flowered accents of cypress vine
(worn on legs) dappled gray-green Ironbark chausses
(worn on feet) dappled gray-green Ironbark sabatons
(worn about body) a rucksack of black tree moss
(worn about waist) the Vine of the Soul
(worn around wrist) lavender-flowered coils of kudzu
(worn around wrist) a small wreath of Devil's Ivy
(wielded) the living spear of the K'sra
(tattooed) a forked lightning bolt

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Added Fri Feb 8 20:31:45 2002 at level 2:
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Alysrith's ORIGIN
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. It was a dark day in the land of the swamps. An orcish
runner was scarcely seen, as he slipped through the muck toward
the village of the Sz'weh. The K'sra had heard rumors, whispers
on the wind, about an alliance, and readied for the coming horde.
Tulpebb had indeed made his move.
. The forest to the south burned brightly against the dull
black of night, lighting the gruesome spectacle for all to see.
Gasps of horror rang out, as the swath of devastation reached
it's peak of unholy fire. There were murmers...hushed tones of
awe and anger...of a tower of mages, and their Twisted lord.
But this was no time for talk. Battle cries of "Yusweni!" rang
out about the village. The horde had come.
. Orcs appeared from every pit and moor, as the Sz'weh
unleashed the unholy might of Nazmorghul from the north.
Jh'nrel and Ghyss, leaders of the K'sra, held their own and saved
many of their kin from certain doom. But this was war, and some
would certainly fall.
. As the battle raged, a pregnant wood-elf frantically
scrambled into the village from the south swamps, battered and
beaten. Her child had foolishly picked this moment to greet the
world, and as she held it in her arms for the first time, the
orcish horde was upon her. The mother felt the arms of death
curl about her as her heart embraced the shaft of a spear.
Seeing her child bathed in her own blood, she gasped her last
breaths, and in her anguish cried out, "Alysrith my child!"
then murmered something unintelligible as she drifted off to her
final slumber.
. Hearing the mothers final cry, Ghyss ran to her aid too
late, ariving only to find the orcs at play, whipping their new
found toy. Chasing them off, she collected her new charge and
sighed. Tending to the child's stripes, she looked down at the
mother and shook her head. Too many would die this day.
. Years passed, and the babe grew into a young woman. Ghyss
was faithful to the last wishes of the mother, calling the child
Alysrith. With Ghyss as her guardian, and Jhel'nra as a spiritual
guide, she learned well the ways of weapons, of the wilds, and of
Sra. She was wild in nature, even to the hearty K'sra. Even so,
Jhel'nra tried to tutor her in the healing arts, but alas, it was
not her path. Under Ghyss' tutelage, she was a warrior bred and
born. The eye of the hurricane, cutting down any in her path that
would cross her spirit.
. One day, Alysrith found a dark cowled stranger wandering the
swamps. She followed the outsider to a strange little grove tended
by a strange little saurian. His name was Ssithra. She found
compassion for the stranger, for in him, she saw a kindred spirit.
His spirit was indeed in unison with the wilds...and as a ranger,
he even taught her a few things she knew not. After a sparring
session or two, Alysrith's visit was over, and she went back to
the K'sra village...with many new ideas in her head.
. Months passed, and many battles...with orcs...with Sz'weh...
burners...even a few lone travelers who had come to soil the swamps.
One night, it was the drow. Alysrith had seen one before, and he
was an amiable creature, so she hailed the band and approached them.
T'was soon that she realized her error. As a drow blade impaled
her between the third and fourth rib, she saw the vile nature of
those about her. Sneering, they would be content only with death
and destruction. Fleeing, she found the vines of the swamp come
alive and jump to her hands. Lashing out at her enemies, she
fled to warn the village.
. After the ensuing battle, as the K'sra feasted on fresh
fillets of drow, Alysrith was troubled. The seeds that Ssithra
had planted within her mind were finally sprouting. She was
beginning to see the limitations of the K'sra view of Sra.
. For the next three days, the village became more and more
unusual to her. Saurians she knew well, started talking to her
less and less...until finally...no one noticed her at all. She
had become unseen to the saurian community. Her view of the world
had changed. Saddened, she understood what had happened. When
her beliefs on Sra changed, she became Weh to the saurian
community. She would have to find her place elsewhere in the world.
. For a time, she stayed with and learned from Ssithra...but
a small secluded druid's grove could not contain her spirit. With
her pack on her shoulder, and a spear in hand, she set out to
find her place in the world.
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Added Sat Feb 9 08:17:19 2002 at level 3:
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Alysrith's RELIGION/BELIEFS:
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. (The initial info on saurian beliefs are taken from the
Celestial Lyceum, and extrapolated from there.)
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. The world consists of Sra and Weh.
. Sra = Life/living = good/desirable
. Weh = Death/dead/inanimate = bad/undesirable
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. "Yusweni" (Great Spirit of Sra) watches over the world.
Happily in places where Sra is more pure, in sadness and anger
where Weh exists, in fury where Weh grows.
. All Imms of nature/sylvan are considered Yusweni. Kind of like
the Christian trinity...all parts are considered God. She sees them
as parts of the same, representing one whole Spirit...rather than
mutually exclusive beings, with different faiths. However, she
values the storm the most...the attributes of Yusweni that Uller
represents.
. Unlike the saurians (denizens of Ysigrath) who ignore and
isolate themselves from Weh, she recognizes it, and feels
in her spirit that she must do something about it.
. She hasn't completely removed herself from the saurian view
of Sra and Weh however. Many aspects of her heritage remain. She
is a vegetarian (forager) for the most part, because she will not
consume something that is dead. She will eat meat if it is fresh
with blood from a recent kill (as it is still alive for a time),
but buying meat at a merchant, or carrying it for long, is Weh.
(Dead too long, and cities are abodes constructed from
dead/inanimate things...and thus Weh) She abhors the dead/
inanimate...at the same time that she sees death as a necessary
part of Cirklaa.
. Alysrith believes, like the saurians, that one day Yusweni
will come in the full fury of the mist/storm. At that time, Thera
will be transformed into a pure state of Sra. The storm/mist will
become more alive than it is now, and the "Tora'sra" (Avengers of
Life) will emerge from the mist and avenge all the wrongs ever done
to the K'sra. These wrongs, in one word, refer to all that is Weh.
. Saurians don't make distinctions or political divisions within
the K'sra. Nationalism, or even seeing villages as meaningfully
separate or different from each other are absent in the society.
As such, Alysrith makes no distinctions within the K'sra (K'=
brother/sister) (sra=life). Wolf, dryad, saurian, sylvan...they
are all K'sra to her.
. "Cirklaa" (The cycle of Sra and Weh) is a concept she belives
in. Most would call it the circle of life. A wolf killing a rabbit
has purpose in the cycle...and thus is Sra (good)...but a logger
slaughtering woods is Weh (bad)...as the trees' death has no
purpose within the cycle.
. Alysrith does not kill to achieve death. That would be Weh.
She kills to achieve Cirklaa...and in achieving Cirklaa...achieve
a more pure state of Sra.
. Alysrith feels in her spirit that the arrival of the
Tora'sra will soon come, and that it is for her to prepare the way
for the Tora'sra as best she can. Her life revolves around a
vision of herself as the little storm that precedes and heralds
the Tora'sra.
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Added Mon Mar 4 21:52:39 2002 at level 29:
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#1---------Introductions---------(Sylvan, Sz'sra)------------#1
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. Alysrith speaks to Jhel'nra, shaman/healer of Yusweni,
in the village of the K'sra:
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. "Oh, Jhel'nra...long have I been away from the swamps.
Long has it been since we spoke...since I received your guidance
in the Sra. *sigh* When I was a girl, you were my spirit guide,
and to Yusweni you led me...to all things Sra. Perhaps speaking
to you from time to time in this sacred place of Sra will help
me sort things out, so that I might know better the path of the
coming storm...of the Tora'sra....the path that is best for the
Sra. I know you are Pure in the Sra Jhel'nra...and that you will
hear me not...because I see the Weh. Even though separated are
we ever more from each others words, I will always seek your
guidance in this place."
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. "Much has happened since I left Ysigrath. I have finally
found the place where my spirit belongs...A grove of Hunters of
the K'sra not far from the swamps. The grove is called Sylvan,
and to the chiefs...Boldereth and Loranessa I did speak. After
many Hunts, and many talks, they did bring me into their 'pack.'
They are strong in the Sra, and Hunt the Weh like none I have
seen before. After my long sojourn through the Sra, my spirit
has found a home."
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. "I..I...have met Sz'sra! A biomancer of great power.
*sigh* So much like a legend..almost a myth...he has been until
now. A powerful K'sra...one who can do great things to aid the
Sra. Perhaps he may some day aid me in preparing the way for the
Tora'sra...but today he brings ill tidings. The Saugash may yet
exist...Hybrid creatures of undead flesh wedded to the living....
much Weh. A favor he asked, that I keep eyes wide, and tell him
should I see one.
. "Ssithra and Sz'sra do not agree on many things. This much
I know, but little else. Neither have spoken much on things past
between them...but in Ssithra, long ago, I did sense much wariness
of the biomancer. We both seek an end to Weh...and a Pure Sra it
would seem. As the K'sra say, 'The wolf and the dog agree at the
expense of the goat - which together they eat.' Should the Saugash
be found, we shall Hunt the Weh together! Let us hope Ssithra's
warriness is misplaced...let us hope that this dog is not rabid.
*sigh* I guess time will tell, K'sra. I do not always agree with
Ssithra either. Perhaps in Sz'sra I have found a new and powerful
K'sra to aid the Hunt! Cirklaa! Weh massh Sra!"
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--End #1----------------(Sylvan, Sz'sra)-------------------End #1--

Added Sat Apr 27 17:24:43 2002 at level 46:
#2--------(To be Chief)--------(Weh in the Vines)---------------#2
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. "Oh Jhel'nra, long ago you and Ghyss began teaching me
the ways of Sra, to perhaps one day lead the Hunters on after
you. In the swamps, that did not occur, but Yusweni did bless
me with a new home and strong Hunters to Hunt the Weh with.
Now, He has made me Chief. Oh! Ghyss would be so proud! *sigh*
Perhaps one day, when the Tora'sra comes, we will speak again...
chief to chief...mother to daughter...for there will be no Weh
to see. Oh, how I long for that day, K'sra!"
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. "When Sz'sra told me that the Weh of the Saugash might
still exist, I feared for the Sra. But long has it been since
Sz'sra spoke to me...and never have I seen a Saugash. Long ago,
when I was yet young, the children would whisper fearfully at
night of Weh that crept in the vines where they slept. Older
K'sra knew it to be merely the foolish fears of children, when
the moon was new, and sleep feel upon them. It would seem that
Sz'sra's tales are merely that...Weh in the vines. The better
for Sra that they are."
--End #2-------(To be Chief)-------(Weh in the Vines)------End #2--

Added Sat Apr 27 17:32:11 2002 at level 46:
#3---------(Battle Cries)------(Addressing Others)---------------#3
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. Probably should have been added earlier, but better late
than never:
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==========Battle Cries==========
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"Yusweni" = Great Spirit of Sra!
"Ol'tan Yusweni kla!" = Come final/come at last, Great Spirit of Sra!
"Tora! Tora! Yusweni sra kla!"
. = Avenge! Avenge! Life, Great Spirit of Sra!
"Cirklaa! Weh massh Sra!" = The cycle reborn! Weh gives way to Sra!
"Alialialiali!" = (just a noise)
"Tora'sra! Tora'sra! Weh ni kla! Weh ni kla!"
. = Avengers of life! (repeat)! There is Weh! (repeat)!
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==========Addressing Others==========
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Yusweni = Great Spirit of Sra.
K'sra = Brother/Sister of Life.
Kalneh = One who is Lost.
Talmush = Crazy one. (Any who choose to dwell in Weh are crazy.)
Weh'neq = Traitor of Life. (One who should know better.)
Sz'weh = Wielder of Death.
Spawn of Aryl'Khur = PC Lich. (Too many NPC lichs to include them
. in the nine.)
Aryl'Khur = Nazmorghul.
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End #3-----(Battle Cries)------(Addressing Others)-----------End #3

Added Sat Apr 27 18:50:55 2002 at level 46:
#4--------------------(Dreams of Weh)----------------------------#4
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. Every God has its Devil, every Hero it's Villain...to
Alysrith, there is one thing she fears above all. The only thing
that can bring eternal Weh instead of the eternal Sra of the
Tora'sra. And so, Alysrith sleeps, and dreams...a nightmare of Weh:
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. Cold dark winds swirl about a desert of bone and sand where a
great Grove once stood. Alysrith looks about herself, and shivers.
A ghost, she bears witness to the end....the end of all Sra.
Scarabaeus stands upon the defiled corpse of the last Bear, grinning
down at it's lone bleeding eye. The nine. The Nine! Nine Crowns
of the Aryl'Khur have assembled...to awaken Nazmorghul from his long
slumber. To face the Tora'sra in the final Hunt! To ring the final
death knell of Sra. The sky stands darkened under the midday sun,
as a few crowned faces become visible through the unnatural haze.
. Around Scarabaeus, The Great Spirit of Weh, stand 8 Lichs of
Power, chanting an ancient song of pain. To his right, Valguarnera,
The Lesser Spirit of Weh, sneers down at the corpse in pleasure.
To his left, Dullameh raises a clenched fist as he siphons the
remaining embers of power out of the battered corpse. The rest
of the Spawn of the Aryl'Khur remain hidden in darkness, save for
the dull shine of their crowns. A shrill breathy cry rises
up from the throats of the Nine as they call out to the Aryl'Khur
to waken from his slumber. The ground shakes and shifts, bone
creaking upon bone, until suddenly...silence. Silence...and dread.
A Trumpet sounds somewhere in Valhalla, as an age comes to an end.
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. Alysrith wakes with a start, drenched in fearful sweat,
screaming. "Noooooo! The Nine! The keys must be broken!
Cirklaa! Weh massh Sra! Two have ascended, but seven remain
to come. Any price! Any price must be paid! They must be
destroyed before the Tora'sra comes! The Nine must not be allowed
to ascend!" Exhausted, she passes out...to sleep...and dream.
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(Not exactly Nazmorghul's religion, but outsiders usually
misunderstand religions outside their own. And keys do not
always know the doors they can unlock.)
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End #4----------------(Dreams of Weh)------------------------End #4

Added Tue Sep 17 00:05:51 2002 at level 51:
#5----------------(And all come to know Cirklaa)--------------------#5
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. Oh Jhel'nra, strong is your faith in Yusweni, and long do you live. Much has happened since last I spoke to you. Two Spawn of Aryl'Khur did rear their ugly heads in Sra. Though I brought each closer to the end of their Weh...one key was broken...but the other ascended. I pray it will be enough to deny the Aryl'Khur a waking moment.
. Also Jhel'nra, I have grown old, as all K'sra do...and the time draws near when I will come to know Cirklaa. The Hunters of the Grove have once again grown strong, and well do they Hunt the Weh. But soon they will need a new Chief to lead them...to guide them in preparing the way for the Tora'sra.
. Althouth it saddens me, this will be the last time I will speak to you, K'sra, for there is much to be done, and I have little time left. The Hunters of the Grove must be ready for what comes...and as Chief...I must prepare them. Always have I cherished our times, and your guidance. But as with all things, there are ends...and beginnings.
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. Vorsweni K'sra. The day will soon dawn in Sra.
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End #5-------------(And all come to know Cirklaa)--------------End #5