Rillarie (prime)
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Rillarie Telepsawe Ardenai is an Elven Ranger.
Little enough is known about the young elf save for her profession, and with good reason. Why would anyone care about another young adventurer? Those who have encountered her might understand she is not shy about where she comes from and what one should enjoy from life, nor is she afraid of trying new things and her humor is often dry, but not unkind.
It's certainly no secret that Rill is an avid fisherwoman, as she's like to bend your ear about angling if you'll engage in such discussions. She also enjoys making creative lures that are slowly gaining a reputation for their excellent catch rates. When she takes time away from helping folk, she is often in the company of her hunter gelding or a massive, fluffy white hound with intelligent golden eyes, exploring whatever land she visits.
At a Glance
She is taller than average and appears to be in the bloom of youth. She has bright amber eyes, sun-kissed light brown skin, and waist-length, curly ginger hair most often worn in a ponytail or careless bun atop her head. She has a delicate face, a small button nose, and high cheekbones.
Background
Born in 4946 and raised on the northern border of the Darkling Wood and the steppes beyond, Rillarie learned from an early age how to hunt, forage, work with horses, and contribute to ranch life as best her coltish little body would allow in that harsh and unforgiving land. Her parents (Nhaerik of Ardenai and Myrilyn of Nalfein) had settled the land nearly 200 years before her birth, with three fine sons (Tolorel, Jesirhin, and Rychai) born before her. All of her family were excellent teachers and even better protectors, so she grew up in contentment and freedom.
When the young Ranger-hopeful finally decided to leave home and try to make a name for herself in the fall of 5123, rites were given and she was gifted several tools to see her off; it was simultaneously a happy and sad departure, but Rillarie was determined to return home early and often. Her parents had known Lilanna Silverveil's folk centuries ago, though the families had drifted apart over time once the Sylvankind settled in Landing. A letter was addressed to these old friends and given to Rillarie as an introduction so she might at least know a few people in her new home. Unfortunately, Lilanna's parents had already passed through the Ebon Gate, the reason for their ceased contact nearly two centuries prior. Rill was heartbroken at the inability to meet the warm couple her family had described but pleased to find a smart, steadfast, and loyal friend in their daughter.
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Character's Timeline
| Year | Event | Notes/Info |
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| Imaerasta 5123 | A new adventurer, Rillarie arrives in Wehnimer's Landing searching for Lilanna and her parents. | Personal Backstory |
| Eoantos 5123 | Lilanna and others convince Rillarie to move north, joining with the Regulators, and eventually, becoming part of civic life in Icemule Trace. For a time, all is relatively well; she makes several new acquaintances and friends. | The Watchfire Pact |
| Lormesta 5124 | The vote to repeal blood magic use in Icemule goes through and Northwatch is born as a nation. An emotionally defeated Rillarie has just had a brush with the Ta'Mori as well and decides it is time to continue journeying. With new companion Nastano at her side, she makes for River's Rest to explore and learn what she can of its history. | Personal Backstory |
Favored Gear
a silver-bound lacquered leather bow sling fringed in white viper feathers
A gracious gift from and made by the warrior Phomate, this beautiful sling is one of Rillarie's prize possessions. She gives the viper feathers a good going over at least once a day to make ensure none of the vanes and afterfeathers have been damaged, and they keep their pristine shape because of this care.
an ancient modwir tackle box with a rickety silver latch
While originally given to her by her father before departing for the Landing, this tackle box was his first. So of course, at the soonest available instance, Rillarie accidentally dropped it into a lake during travel to her new home. Fortunately, at the Ebon Gate festival of 5123, Rodnir was able to help her 'recover' the box and with luck, father will never know the difference.
a pale doeskin vasculum watercolored with a myriad of delicate wildflowers
Albeit a bit dirt-stained from accident more than carelessness, this vasculum shows a few signs of wear and tear but is otherwise quite lovely. A gift from her Nalfein mother upon reaching a decision to journey from home and make her own way in the world, the vasculum holds botanical treasures of her travels.