Eisadis Rivenheart the Force of Nature, Vindicator of the Blood Tribunal

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Chapter 6

The truth however is that Ondo is a figment of her imagination. She can be seen talking
to herself or having conversations with the bottles of liquor she carries. Her arguing
with her bottle is in fact is her anger towards Thar-Eris taking her family from her
and manifesting into the persona of Ondo the svirfneblin guard. She's always beligerent
and full of rage when talking to him. This latent animosity sometimes carries over
when dealing with "real" svirfnebli and gnomes. And she can come across as a bully.

She believes that there are many who have not embraced their true potential in life.
That deep inside, they are just like her, broken and flawed and dishonest to themselves.

Perhaps through a staunch bottle of hard ale, she can help them see...

Or...By the end of a broken bottle neck, beat the denial right out of them.

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Chapter 5

Eisadis Rivenheart is a broken soul and wanderer. Her tragic past has reshaped
her into what she is now and what she will evolve to be. She has retained her
druidic insight, however it is far more skewed from her initial training among
the Oneheart people. Her drunken pursuits in the various bars she has stumbled
in and out of has revealed some interesting tales of a lady in the heavens who
accepts and revels in the shattered souls such as Eisadis. She now seeks out
this heavenly spirit in search of growth and purpose.



Due to the loss of her family and her broken state, Eisadis has abandoned the
dogma of Thar-Eris and the teachings of her Oneheart people. With her family
being the unfortunate casualties in an Outlander and Tribunal skirmish that
spilled into the Udgaardian Plains, she has a raging hatred for any Outlander
and those of the tree. She watched them pursuit the Elven guard like a pack
of unchained dogs and felt for the soldier. To this day she wears his jacket
and badge to remember that ill fated day.
Giving up the life within the plains and the wilds has ushered in a whole new
way of thinking for Eisadis. She enjoys the pleasures and majesty of the cities
and through her newfound vision, she sees nature as a resource and energy to be
tapped into so that new a utopia where nature and civilization can thrive as one.


Eisadis is only quenched of thirst by fine spirits and hard liquor. Her aversion
to water is due to broken pieces of the past that haunts her psyche. The broken
basket and water spilled, was her life stolen by Thar-Eris sucked away into the
bowls of her bosom. Liquor is her new life and she has embraced it and has made
her stronger. To sip upon the waters to welcome back the old ways and failed beliefs
is to allow weakness to take hold of her again.


Her alcoholic ways can lead her into trouble at times. She is an angry drunk and
that can cause some unique encounters and put her in the midst of scuffles just to
hammer across her point. Never one to shy away from a bar room brawl, she will fight
tooth and nail to get others to understand her or to see she her "real" beauty.


She revels in all the happenings in one city to another and has grown to respect the
laws and order. She understand however, that an empty pocket means an empty bottle, so
she has sought out work to line her pocket so that the wine continues to flow. She
has taken the advice of her svirfneblin friend Ondo and has submitted an application
to be hired on as a Magistrate for the Tribunal.

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Chapter 4

What mattered the most was meeting an empty bottle, then reaching for the next...
Soon the bottles ran out however.

It was then I would see clearly finally. And be honest with myself.

I threw the last empty bottle across the cave and watched as it shattered
into pieces and slipped into an underground pool of fresh water I had all
but ignored until now. I walked over and peered into the shallows where
the glass pieces had come to rest. Atop a strongbox hidden in the sand.

I leaped down into the water pulled the box from is watery resting place.
The lock had rusted over time and I pried the lock off easily with a bottle
or two. As I lifted the lid, the rusty hinges of the box creaked and I peered
down into its confines to find...

Nothing...

Empty as the bottles riddled across the cave.

In that instant I found meaning. My shattered life was much like the broken
pieces of the bottle, yet just like the empty box I found in its wake, If I
embraced the void I may fill it and start a new.

I left the cave that day. Pained and scarred by the past, but reborn and with
a stride and vigor far more reaching than before. Purposeful was my walk and
I knew that I would find a good bottle to uncork and someone needing to find
there way.




You see you dumb svirfneblin! You think you dumb Outlanders know the way huh!?!


Suddenly the svirfnebli raises his hand slowly from the table, as to not agitate
the woman sitting across from him.


But kind madam. I am not of the Outlander tree. I don't like climbing any type
of trees. I am deputy in the cities you see. You need a job? Then come with me!


Is there free wine and beer?

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Chapter 3

As I said. I remember the winds rushing through the plains that day...

And the wind took them from me as well...

The last remains of them crumbling apart and drifting away...

I lurched over and dropped to my knees in torment.

It was in that moment that my slivered being would be met with completion as
my flesh would join with the fractured spirit. A flare of fire erupted from
nearby and burst across my face. The smell of burnt flesh and the sound of
sizzling was the last thing I remember of that day.

My people cared for me and tended to my wounds, ushering me back from the
point of death and sleep. But the voices. I heard them as they wept for
those fallen in the aftermath of that day. But I also heard the cause.

The worms and spiders as they call them. The Reavers of Thar-Eris and of
the Outlanders had caused the destruction that day. In pursuit of an elven
guard of the Tribunal Spire. My people said it was something that was meant
to be. The Great Cycle is as it is. And we return to her, even if it is in
a flash.

I remember the anger and rage that day when I awoke. I lashed out at my
people for forgiving them. For accepting things as they were. For lying
to themselves. For pretending that there vision. Was truth...

Through the bandages and poultice wrapped around my face, it was then I
saw the strange wound along my waist as roared in fury at my people. The
tissue was scarred over, however a pustulent abscess seeped from the skin.

I pushed the elders and wise woman aside and ran. I reached the dark woods
and was swallowed into the enveloping darkness of their branches overhead.


I was cold, naked, and wet from the rain as it pummeled me from above. I was
about to give up when I seen a glint of metal flash nearby as lightning lit
the treetops above. I darted towards a cave from whence it had came and there
I would find comfort. A comfort that would help me see the real vision of the
world and all its inhabitants. You see this cave was a smugglers den where
they hid there merchandise. And these smugglers, their product was fine wine
and dwarven ale. Bottles upon bottles filled several metal crates. I pressed
my mouth upon the lip of the first bottle and it warmed me so. I repeated it
over and over again. There in my imbibed state I spotted it. Wedged hidden
behind two crates was the skeletal remains of a humanoid. It was unrecognizable
of course, however there was one detail that was all too familiar. The long
military coat draped across the bones. It was the elf that the reavers of the
tree chased. The state of remains was a testament of how long these crates had
been abandoned. I kneeled down and took the coat from him, placing it upon my
shoulders to warm me so. I spend days in that cave. Perhaps even weeks. Maybe
even a season or two. Time became irrelevant. It didn't matter to me.

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Chapter 2

I remember the winds rushing through the plains that day, the idleness of
the morning gave way to laughter and cheer as the sun rose upon the horizon
The freepeople praised Thar-Eris and we began our day, however even the
OneHeart chief nor the Seers knew what lurked beyond the grasses that day.

My family were the tenders of her being, my husband and I initiates into the
druidic rites, our young daughter would be blessed into the circle one day
as well. We cultivated herbs for the freepeople, working the soil and reaping
the fruits of Thar-Eris for our village.

I made my way back from the Nanthor that day, its waters spilling over from
the basket atop my head as I made my way back to the hut. In the distance I
one flower to the next. My husband Yond looked up from the beets he picked
to smile at me as I came up over the hillock.

That picturesque image of serenity and happiness would suddenly shatter...

From across a nearby ridge, a massive ball of flame streaked through the
air, coursing with magical energy, and exploding in a blaze of destruction
where my life and loves were.

The basket fell from my head, as the clay lining broke into pieces at my
feet. Time was at a stand still. I was overcome by shock, and I remember
watching the water trickle from the broken basket on the ground and be
taken from me and swallowed up by the earth below.

Just as easily as my loves and my life were taken from me that day.

Strength stirred in me as I darted towards the smoke and haze billowing
forth from where my family were. Just then an elven soldier in military
garb came hurling towards me as if thrown from a distance. From over the
ridge where the fireball had came, a drow crackling with energy and the
power of the elements flew aloft in the air. Directly beneath him was a
rampaging fire giant, enraged with fury, leading a charge towards the
elven soldier. There onslaught on the elf created a path of destruction
all across the plains in a span of a few minutes. Though it seemed like
a lifetime. There onslaught spilled into the dark forest and faded away
into the trees, while my life slipped away as well.

I walked to the charred earth where an enormous crater now resided kicking
up ash and smoke into the air. The heat was oppressive and burned my vision
from my eyes, but I had to find them. Maybe they survived. I grasped to all
that is hope and prayed to Thar-Eris that they would be safe.

But my prayers fell silent.. Nearby the burning thatch and wood from our
home was a near perfect pile of ash. Motionless and cold. Of my husband
embracing our daughter in vane, attempting to shield her from harm.

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Chapter 1

In a shadowy alcove of the Inn of the Eternal Star, a rotund woman slams
down a frothing mug of dwarven ale on table where a tiny svirfneblin sits
nervously, as she begins shouting profanities about rocks and stones. In
the middle of her drunken frenzy, she plops down upon a seat right next
to him and begins rambling on about her tale of tragedy and woe.

You stupid rolling rock you! I bet your one of them aren't ya! Your one
of them damn flower huggers of the tree..Preachin about coddling saplings
and protecting the stones in the rivers and streams!

The portly woman shakes her fist right in the svirfneblin's face as she
continues her tirade, all the while the poor deep gnome sits quietly as
he sips upon his glass of wine every so often, listening and smiling so
to not further incite the overbearing woman.

You gnomes are all alike! Waddling around on your tiny legs teachin about
the stones and Thar-Eris! Come join our tree! You can be free! Poppycock!

The woman leans right into svirfneblin's face, hers only inches away from
his, as she begins pointing at scarred burn that stretches across her face.

You see this!? This woke me up to the truth! Let me be real with you little
man! Here I am spilling out my story, you might as well hear how it began!

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