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Bardfest Finale 5116 (poetry)

2025-03-03T02:13:15Z

JADE123: Created page with "{{creative-work | title = Bardfest Finale 5116 | type = poetry | author = Tuilinneth Yridhremben | author-displayed = player of Tuilinneth Yridhremben| date = 2016-07}} <pre{{log2}}> The snow is receding and the crocus has bloomed, You’ve come of age, a little bird now fully plumed. Little Swallow, Little Swallow Little Swallow, Little Swallow Step into the firelight, our dear one and our heart, We elders will guide you, some w..."

{{creative-work | title = Bardfest Finale 5116 | type = poetry | author = Tuilinneth Yridhremben | author-displayed = player of [[Tuilinneth (prime)|Tuilinneth]] Yridhremben| date = 2016-07}}

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The snow is receding and the crocus has bloomed,
You’ve come of age, a little bird now fully plumed.
Little Swallow, Little Swallow
Little Swallow, Little Swallow
Step into the firelight, our dear one and our heart,
We elders will guide you, some wisdom to impart
Little Swallow, Little Swallow
Little Swallow, Little Swallow
Break of day starts your journey, through the lands you will go.
There may be some danger, but from its passing you will grow.

For…

All we wish for you are…
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Just little tranquil lights..
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To guide you in the night.

Never drink whiskey from a Krolvin with blue hair.
And beware of the Dhe’nar that can do naught but stare.
Remember this, my Little Swallow
Our words to guide, but will you follow?
Just listen to the Halflings, for they have the biggest hearts.
But stand clear of the Faendryl, masters of the darkest arts.
Little Swallow, Little Swallow
Wisdom we give, but will you follow?
Grease will be upon you, if a gnome you should befriend,
Be wary of the Nalfein, for that’s a tragic, deadly end.

But always remember…

All we wish for you are…
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To guide you in the night.

Of humans we are split, they are the great mystery.
But remember Alandalor, from your history.
Dear Swallow, of this you must decide.
Please use these words as your true guide.
The ways of the Erithi can bring tranquility.
Guidance from the Giantkin will teach virility.
Dear Swallow, of this you must decide.
Please use these words as your true guide.
Father Stone can guide you, through the tunnels of the Dwarves
Mother Earth with cradle you when you’ve got shaken nerves.

But child, remember…

All we wish for you are…
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Just little tranquil lights..
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To guide you in the night.

Your Father would ask you to not wear the Winged-Ones clothes.
Your mother would ask you to find peace in glades and meadows.
These words, Little One, are our gift.
Let them save you, if you are adrift.
Your Uncles reminds you to wear boots in the Vipershroud.
Your Aunts reminds you that you are Sylvan and should be proud.
These words, Little One, are our gift.
Let them save you, if you are adrift.
We elders wish you swiftness, safe journeys and good travels.
Remember all your teachings, you are strong and fragile.

But child, remember that…
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Are everywhere that you roam,
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Will eventually guide you home.

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Autumn Song (poetry)

2025-03-03T02:11:28Z

JADE123: Created page with "{{creative-work | title = Autumn Song | type = poetry | author = Tuilinneth Yridhremben | author-displayed = player of Tuilinneth Yridhremben| date = 2016-06}} <pre{{log2}}> Falling Falling Falling Twisting leaves are turning. Falling Falling Falling Autumn leaves are burning. Past the Cairnfang river, around the bubbling bend – Nature’s breath is blowing, a chilling breeze it sends. Through the woods it passes with hues it lends. And by..."

{{creative-work | title = Autumn Song | type = poetry | author = Tuilinneth Yridhremben | author-displayed = player of [[Tuilinneth (prime)|Tuilinneth]] Yridhremben| date = 2016-06}}
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Falling
Falling
Falling
Twisting leaves are turning.
Falling
Falling
Falling
Autumn leaves are burning.

Past the Cairnfang river, around the bubbling bend –
Nature’s breath is blowing, a chilling breeze it sends.
Through the woods it passes with hues it lends.
And by kissing leaves, rainbow’s palate Nature blends.

Passing through the lands these fickle winds of change-
Take a winding path, from the Dragonspine they range.
Their tickling breath predicted and nothing quite so strange –
As Summer’s kiss and Winter’s tryst, an annual exchange!

Falling
Falling
Falling
Twisting leaves are turning.
Falling
Falling
Falling
Autumn leaves are burning.

Brother Summer dances, a grin upon his lips.
Sister Winter dances with scarves upon her hips.
As they play, across their land, they traipse and trip –
Bringing verdant lands, a colorful Autumn eclipse.

Merry laughter trickles across the painted leaves –
Soon summer fades away faster than you perceive.
Yet chilling winter winds should not lead you to grieve -
They predict toymakers for those that still believe.

Falling
Falling
Falling
Twisting leaves are turning.
Falling
Falling
Falling
Autumn leaves are burning.

When the last leaf tumbles from their bowing catches -
Tighten up your windows, batten down your hatches -
And watch Winter’s snow as to the land it latches –
Clinging to once green and sunny summer patches.

When the leaves are gone, think not that aught’s amiss -
Only Winter’s slumber, not some cold dark abyss.
In the icy nights, warm memories still exist –
Of the gold rays of Phoen’s Autumn good-bye kiss.

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Tuilinneth (prime)

2025-02-20T12:53:54Z

JADE123: Created page with "{{characterprofile |name= Tuilinneth Yridhremben |image= |caption= |race= Sylvankind |culture= Lassaran D'ahranal |culture2= |class= Ranger |profession= |religion= Imaeran |affiliations= |disposition= Sunny |demeanor= friendly |flaw= naivety |strength= seeing the good in others |weakness= seeing the good in others |hobbies= scrying |dislikes= waste |loyalties= Daleshan, Ordim, nature |instance= Prime |town= Solhaven }} Tuilinneth Yridhremben was raised by someone..."

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Tuilinneth Yridhremben was raised by someone she calls Nonna, a grandmother within the rovers of the Lassaran D'ahranal. It is unclear if this is an honorific or if she is truly Tuilinnneth's grandmother. She expresses a great deal of respect to the woman and credits her for her wandering closer to 'civilized' lands as part of her rites of passage into adulthood. Though still young by sylvan standards, Tuilinneth displays a mixture of naivety and wisdom that are at times at odds with one another.

Her nickname is Little Sparrow, though she does not share how she came by it or why.

A mustachioed swift follows her.

==Appearance==
You see Tuilinneth Yridhremben the Rover. 
She appears to be a Sylvankind of the Lassaran D'ahranal. 
She is shorter than average. She appears to be very young. She has almond-shaped jade green eyes and soft, creamy white skin. She has very long, copper-tinged ginger hair woven with a multitude of tiny looping lapis-beaded braids and a cobalt blue leather tricorne displaying a trio of iridescent fairy wren feathers worn at a jaunty angle. She has a dainty face, a small nose and slightly upswept pointed ears. 
She has a pair of lapis lazuli earbobs set along the slender tips of her pointed ears. 
She is in good shape. 
She is holding a white silk journal in her right hand. 
She is wearing a braided silk-strung orb, a frayed broadcloth cloak with tone-on-tone feather patterns, a white birch-boned vest over an off-shoulder saffron chainsil tunic triple-banded from bicep to wrist in lapis ribbon, some feather-embossed leather brigandine accented with indigo lacings, a golden topaz studded copper armband, some spiked silvery kidskin handwraps painted with indigo blossoms, a lapis and white birch belt, a cord-strung chainsil coin purse, a linen-lined dark suede sack, a pair of bloused cornflower blue pantaloons with saffron cuffs, and a pair of reinforced kidskin sandals with indigo blue bindings.

== See Also ==

* [[Autumn Song (poetry)]]
* [[Bardfest Finale 5116 (poetry)]]

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[[Category: Solhaven player characters]]
[[Category: Sylvan player characters]]
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[[Category: Divination]]

Back in Solhaven Bay (poetry)

2025-02-20T12:22:27Z

JADE123: Created page with "{{creative-work | title = Back in Solhaven Bay| type = poetry | author = Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav | author-displayed = player of Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav | date = 2016-11-01}} <pre> I found myself back in Solhaven Bay, Went over the bridge and sat on the quay, Then looked at my boots with their soles worn away, My mind wandering as I picked at the fray. I’d traveled so far from this loving place. I’d moved beyond the snow of Ice Mule Trace. Broken inside, with guilt w..."

{{creative-work | title = Back in Solhaven Bay| type = poetry | author = Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav | author-displayed = player of [[Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav]] | date = 2016-11-01}}
<pre>
I found myself back in Solhaven Bay,
Went over the bridge and sat on the quay,
Then looked at my boots with their soles worn away,
My mind wandering as I picked at the fray.

I’d traveled so far from this loving place.
I’d moved beyond the snow of Ice Mule Trace.
Broken inside, with guilt written on my face,
And removed myself from the Elanthian race.

From demons and lovers my feet had run,
I hurt inside and felt that I was shunned,
Because of the deeds that I’d gotten done,
But even in darkness, I longed for the sun.

Now I found myself back in Solhaven Bay,
I moved from my perch on that lonely quay,
Walked the streets my memories to allay,
And wondered if maybe this time I could stay.

Nothing much changes in Solhaven Bay,
Not sounds, or smells, or shells or the Grey,
Walking brought to mind those bright golden days,
When hot summer nights went by with a daze.

From alley to temple and both archways,
The cobble and the mortar always stays,
And the tea is the same in the familiar cafes.
As I moved about town not an eyebrow was raised.

I looked at the faces and some were the same,
Easy laughter and smiles, no words of blame,
And hope crept in, my sad heart it’s to claim,
For refueling fires was not part of my aim.

The Market from memory lit up with banter,
From pious invoker to laughing enchanter,
And even a pair of Hathlyn ranters,
Whose jabs I largely left unanswered.

From Mabel that was stooped with age and frail,
To the sailor too drunk to be let near a sail,
And the wishes that hoped I was still hail,
I began to relax and the sweet sea air inhale.

It wasn’t as bad as I feared and had thought,
My stomach was easing and gone was the knot,
The fear was leaving with which I’d been fraught,
And no one seemed to remember the battles I’d fought.

Oh, I found myself back in Solhaven Bay,
Gone were the clouds of my yesterdays,
Yes, I think this time that I just might stay,
Back in my home of sweet Solhaven Bay.
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Musings in Illistim, 5116 (short story)

2025-02-20T12:16:29Z

JADE123:

{{creative-work | title = Musings in Illistim | type = short story | author = Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav | author-displayed = player of [[Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav]] | date = 2011-06-17}}

Moonlight cast its silvery glow upon the window pane and brought with it a light zephyr that set the window sheers to fluttering. The cooler air was welcome to the half-elf that tilted her head against the smooth wooden pane, her wild hair clinging to the surrounding fabric. At her side was the ever-present mastiff, his front paws upon the window’s ledge and his chin rested between them. His tail would wag every once in a while when he caught sight of something in the yard beyond, but otherwise, he was silent. She toyed with the tufts of fur near his ears, her fingers lightly playing with the folds there and occasionally flipping the ear up onto his head.

She was feeling pensive tonight. It had been months since her last bout of mania, which troubled her slightly and made her wonder, once again, if perhaps Zelia had abandoned her and this was her new life, her new way of living. The upside of the lack of manic moments was that there hadn’t been the corresponding fall into despondency in some time either. It wasn’t an open wound anymore, it was something she could poke at and analyze.

In the years since the changing of her life, she’d seen very little of her brothers but she remembered the night that she’d received Drigore’s forgiveness and would wear it like a badge in her sorrow.

I’m sorry. She had said to him. And before she could say more, he kissed her on the forehead and left her side. He didn’t need to say more. Fleckle and Ghrym were gone, no one knew where and the heartbreak of their departure had long ago been healed. The last she had seen of Nyrithorn had been the night that she gave up her vambraces and moved to the Nations. He had been true to his word and removed them from her so completely that she’d not been able to find him for a very long time. But then, she’d put a mountain between herself and them just so that she could withdraw from the darkness that was seeking to steal her soul.

Her Elf was her constant companion during those first harrowing nights and nearly every day beyond that, except on the rare occasion that he had business and she could not follow him. And they had traveled beyond the borders of the places she had known. Their feet had carried them everywhere that the land could lead them and sometimes by boat. She had always enjoyed it but always asked that they never travel to two places: The Sand of Fire and Solhaven. She had mastered the elven language under his tutelage, her accent nearly evaporating over the time they’d spent together and her knowledge of the cultures of Elanthia had exploded. His travels had taken him to so many places, his business dealings requiring that he honor so many different customs, and through it all he had taught her everything.

As the years passed, she became accustomed to wearing sage green robes and bloused pants with sandals. Her weapons were only needed on the roads and she carried only a single dagger on her while indoors; even forgoing it sometimes when they were alone in their home.

Their home... she mused. It truly was their home now. He had opened it to her when she was wounded and in need of shelter, but left it open to her all these years. They had never formalized their relationship, there was no need. Each of them accepted what they had for what it was, or at least she had. This was home, this was a sanctuary, and it was hers.

But now she stood at the window, watching the moonlight on the grass and she thought of another home. The thought of it was so strong that she had taken her old clothing from their storage bin and donned them. Her viridian and copper vest lay over the linen tunic, the old copper belt clung to her narrow hips, and her many strapped trousers were accented by her hidden and unhidden sheaths. Glancing at the corner, her fingers toying with the key that hung around her neck, she stared at the boots and wondered if today would be the day that she put them on.

It was a familiar longing. One that she had thought was long dormant and that perhaps she’d never feel again. If she closed her eyes and tilted her head just right, she could hear the gulls and smell salt in the air. If the breeze flowed just right over her skin, then it almost felt like it was coming off the bay.

She’d attempted to puzzle out the sudden return of the yearning. What made her long for that far-off place, what made her long for those old familiar faces, but even more importantly, what stopped her from ever wearing those silly boots and going back? Back to ‘Haven.

Chewing on her tongue, she played the scenes over in her mind. Who would be there? What if no one remembered her? Worse, what if they all remembered her? What if they hated her, hated that she’d left so completely, or worse that she’d not stayed gone? What if they wished she’d not returned? The questions swirled in her head and she felt the pull of despondency once more, that tug like an undertow threatening to pull her down into the depths.

The mastiff nudged her, forcing her unfocused eyes to fall upon his chocolate brown gaze, and she smiled. No, today was not the day but perhaps soon.

Musings in Illistim, 5116 (short story)

2025-02-20T12:16:17Z

JADE123: Created page with "{{creative-work | title = Musings in Illistim | type = short story | author = Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav | author-displayed = player of Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav | date = 2011-06-17}} Moonlight cast its silvery glow upon the window pane and brought with it a light zephyr that set the window sheers to fluttering. The cooler air was welcome to the half-elf that tilted her head against the smooth wooden pane, her wild hair clinging to the surrounding fabric. At her side was the..."

2024-03-06T19:00:19Z

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[[Aeronwen Willowrich]], fondly called "Amore-wen" by her siblings, is the shy youngest sister of the Willowrich Triplets. She continues her studies in [[Solhaven]] and is a [[Half-elf|half-elf]] [[Cleric|cleric]] of [[Oleani]].

==Appearance==
You see Aeronwen Willowrich the Sister.

She appears to be a Half-Elf from Torre.

She appears to be very young and shorter than average. She has long-lashed crystal blue eyes and freckled skin. She has waist length, shining honey blonde hair that flows loosely down her back. She has a delicate face, a small nose and small pointy ears.

She has a series of simple gold hoops adorned with small ivory beads set along the slender tips of her pointed ears.

She is in good shape.

She is holding a flowing red linen scarf in her right hand.
She is wearing a delicate teardrop ruby pendant, a miniature ruby heart charm suspended from a thin platinum chain, some light rosewood prayer beads, a deeply hooded ceremonial silk robe, a high-collared deep red crushed velvet dress with flaring sleeves, a ribbon-strung ivory disk wristlet, a honey blonde braided hair ring, a soft ivory rose-patterned sack, and a pair of soft suede calf-boots.

==Additional Information==
* [[History_of_the_Willowriches|History of the Willowriches]]
* Family Crest - A drooping black willow tree surrounded by red rose petals upon a field of hunter green. Golden sheaves of wheat adorn the right corner opposite an ivory rosebud superimposed over a vibrant red heart.

==Willowrich Family Farm==
Willowbend Manor, a farmstead which is located in a rather isolated region of the Province of Torre, north and east of Fairport. Primary crops were apples,corn and wheat. Known for their Roses.

Education - Mother homeschooled all of the children in the ways of writing, reading, elven and the teachings of Oleani. Grandmother Willowrich taught the children the sciences, including herbology, zoology, and biology. Father taught math and flute.

Father - Glyndwr(Meaning "valley water") Willowrich, human, retired paladin of Oleani, now an agriculturalist, as was his father.

Mother - Siofra(Meaning "Little elf")Willowrich, Cleric of Oleani, half-elf, orphaned at a young age. She would spend hours in the library at the Abbey, reading. She was inspired by Lady Fillee's devotion to Oleani. Known to Lady Fillee, The Matriarch, under another name. That other name is a well guarded secret. The Girls and their brother do not know it. Only Siofria and Glyndwr know it, it is Andrasia(Which means Demon, or cursed in her tongue)

Brother - Glyndwrson(Meaning son of Glyndwr) Willowrich-aspiring paladin of Oleani. Older by five years.

Paternal Grandmother - Ceinwen( Meaning lovely, and blessed) Willowrich-empath, human manuscript came from her. Known affectionately as "Nana".

Paternal Grandfather - Glynis(Meaning valley) Willowrich-ranchman, agricultuarlist, human. Deceased.

First sister - Mairnwen(Meaning beloved and blessed) Willowrich-Cleric of Oleani. Nature artist, animal afficiando, speaks a modicum of elven. Leary of men. Born Ivastaen the third, 5079

Second sister - Eirawen( Meaning snow and white, fair, or blessed.) Willowrich-Empath, devotee of Oleani. Avid reader, enjoys cooking, fluent in elven, slightly less hardy than her sisters. Training to be a midwife. Born Ivastaen the third, 5079

Third sister - Aeronwen(Meaning berry and fair, white, or blessed.) Willowrich-Cleric of Oleani. Expert gardener, boy-watcher, questionable knowledge of elven, tends to fidget. Born Ivastaen the third, 5079

Baby sister ~ Rhonnwen (Meaning Fair hair, or Fair Spear) Willowrich ~ Ranger of Oleani. Bit of a tomboy.
== Misc. ==
http://gsaeronwen.livejournal.com/

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Mairnwen (prime)

2024-03-06T18:56:55Z

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Eirawen (prime)

2024-03-06T18:56:45Z

JADE123:

2021-06-04T00:34:21Z

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{{characterprofile
|name= Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav
|image= [[Image:Charnanearfinish.jpg|thumb]]
|caption= Charna as rendered by [[Rinika Tsui]]
|race= Half-elf
|culture= Talador
|culture2= Sylvan
|class= [[Ranger]]
|profession= Seer
|religion= Zelian under both the protections of the moons and Gosaena
|affiliations=[[Gypsy Troupe]], [[Cairnfang Manor]]
|disposition= Reservedly Neutral
|demeanor= Wary
|flaw= Her Memory of Pain is Long,
"The Sight Belongs to No One and Everyone"
|strength= Curiosity, Fierce Determination, Loyalty, and
her Belief in Balance
|weakness= The Darkness, it always calls to her
|hobbies= Scrying, Fletching,
Weaving her Ribbon Ladders
|dislikes= Betrayal of any kind to any person or ideal, betrayal of faith
|loyalties= Matriarch, Zelia, Gosaena,
The Truth of the Sight & Its Gifts to All
|instance= Prime
|town= Solhaven
|town2= Icemule Trace
}}

[[Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav]] is a citizen of [[Solhaven|'Haven]] who writes stories and poems about life in [[Elanthia]]. She has a friend named [[Cosain]] that is her constant companion. She is a [[Seer]] by profession.

Youngest of five, Charna is the child of a [[sylvankind|sylvan]] woman named Saofria and a human [[Talador|Taladorian]] man that Charna never knew. She was raised by her three oldest brothers – [[Fleckle]], [[Drigore]] and [[Ghrym]] – in the town of [[Icemule Trace]]. At age 16 she met her brother [[Nyrithorn]] for the first time, and the two have an odd relationship.

After leaving Icemule Trace, shortly after meeting her brother Nyrithorn, Charna was taken under the wing of Lady [[Songie Fillee]] – the Matriarch of [[Oleani]]’s Temple in Solhaven, and learned to shed much of her wild, boyish nature. As the years progressed she was adopted as a child of [[Wulfhen]] and [[Laleena]].

She once held the postion of Co-Secretary to [[Willow Hall]], Captain of the Fighting forces of [[H.E.R.T.]], Head Scryvner of the [[Free Holders]], Co-Secretary of [[Cairnfang Manor]] and Head Gypsy of the [[Gypsy Troupe]].

Charna has since abandoned all of those titles and simply wanders the lands with her companion Cosain; her eyes on the moons, her fingers touching a key, and her spirit bound to a scythe.

One day, she hopes to finish weaving her ribbon ladder and that it will be long enough to let her climb to the [[Constellations_of_the_Northern_Sky | Constellation of the Handmaidens]] so that she can take her place amount her sisters.

[[Image:Charna2.jpg|thumb|Charna as rendered by [[Tymelorde]]]]

==Appearance==
You see Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav.

She appears to be a [[Half-Elf | Half-Elf]] from [[Talador | Talador]].

She appears to be very young and shorter than average. She has expressive, ebon-flecked hazel eyes and lightly freckle-dusted skin. She has shoulder length, shaggy rust-red hair plaited into two braids with some soft viridian ribbons woven through them. She has an angular face, a freckled nose and high cheekbones accentuated by slightly-pointed ears.

She has a trio of twisted copper hoops wrapped in silver wire set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, and a beribboned maidens tattoo on her thigh.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing a moonstone-set translucent crystal, an antique golden key hung on a black silk cord, a fur-lined viridian wool cloak, a leaf-trimmed soft viridian houppelande, a pair of simple copper armbands, a series of slender linden bangles set with sea glass cabochons, a crystal-set etched silver ring, a cinctured coppery leather belt, a linen-lined dark suede sack, a small black suede back sheath, and a pair of soft elk hide ankle-boots.

==See Also==

*[[Aftermath (short story)]]
*[[A Plea to Gorse (poetry)]]
*[[Beast Mighty Maw (poetry)]]
*[[Charna's Cry (poetry)]]
*[[Demonlover (poetry)]]
*[[An Elven Story (short story)]]
*[[Forbidden Fruit (poetry)]]
*[[For Yukito (short story)]]
*[[For the Crane (poetry)]]
*[[HERT (poetry)]]
*[[In Her Head (short story)]]
*[[The Hovel (short story)]]
*[[Loneliness' Womb (poetry)]]
*[[Ooo, My Name is Charna (poetry)]]
*[[The Path to Pinefar (short story)]]
*[[Return to Solhaven, 5116 (poetry)]]
*[[Shadows Came to Haven (poetry)]]
*[[Siwas' Song (poetry)]]
*[[The Thirsty Penguin (short story)]]
*[[To Be Home (short story)]]
*[[Unlikely Trio (poetry)]]
*[[Untitled - Bardfest Finale (poetry)]]
*[[What Life Might Be (short story)]]
*[[Whistler's Pass, 5108 (short story)]]
*[[Whistler's Pass II, 5108 (short story)]]
*[[Whistler's Pass III, 5108 (short story)]]
*[[Whistler's Pass Epilogue, 5108 (short story)]]
*[[Whistler's Pass Epilogue's Reply, 5108 (short story)]]

== Guides & Scripts ==

*[[A Taste of Truth - Tea Leaves]]
*[[Taste of Truth Tea Leaves (script)]]
*[[Darlita's Tarot Deck]]
*[[Darlita's Elanthian Tarot Deck (script)]]
*[[Tarot Deck (script)]]
*[[Darlita's Sticks]]
*[[Darlita's Sticks (script)]]
*[[Slatted Fortunes (script)]]
*[[Dhu Gillywack Runes]]
*[[Gnomic runestone translation (script)]]
*[[Finvale's Crystals]]

== Talks & Discussions ==

*[[Zelia#Charna's Talk of Zelia | Charna's Talk on Zelia]]

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[[Category: Solhaven player characters]]
[[Category: Half-elf player characters]]
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HERT (poetry)

2021-06-04T00:21:14Z

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{{creative-work | title = HERT | type = poem | author = Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav | author-displayed = player of [[Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav]]}}

The cry is come, Raise your swords! 
Rise to battle the attacking hordes, 
The bell is rung, Raise your shields! 
When they come to Haven's Fields. 

Rangers to Scout and Thieves to follow. 
In order to defend our precious hollow. 
Wizards must cast, and Bards must sing- 
Against all evil, on foot, and on wing. 

Warriors strike and Paladin's Chant, 
Empaths to heal and Cleric's to incant. 
Answer the cry to defend our town- 
Aid our fallen, and those who're down. 

Defend our Haven in word and deed! 
Never fall to horror’s dark seed! 
Fight any danger, Havenites Be brave! 
Keep our town safe from a deep grave!

Charna (prime)

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{{characterprofile
|name= Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav
|image= [[Image:Charnanearfinish.jpg|thumb]]
|caption= Charna as rendered by [[Rinika Tsui]]
|race= Half-elf
|culture= Talador
|culture2= Sylvan
|class= [[Ranger]]
|profession= Seer
|religion= Zelian under both the protections of the moons and Gosaena
|affiliations=[[Gypsy Troupe]], [[Cairnfang Manor]]
|disposition= Reservedly Neutral
|demeanor= Wary
|flaw= Her Memory of Pain is Long,
"The Sight Belongs to No One and Everyone"
|strength= Curiosity, Fierce Determination, Loyalty, and
her Belief in Balance
|weakness= The Darkness, it always calls to her
|hobbies= Scrying, Fletching,
Weaving her Ribbon Ladders
|dislikes= Betrayal of any kind to any person or ideal, betrayal of faith
|loyalties= Matriarch, Zelia, Gosaena,
The Truth of the Sight & Its Gifts to All
|instance= Prime
|town= Solhaven
|town2= Icemule Trace
}}

[[Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav]] is a citizen of [[Solhaven|'Haven]] who writes stories and poems about life in [[Elanthia]]. She has a friend named [[Cosain]] that is her constant companion. She is a [[Seer]] by profession.

Youngest of five, Charna is the child of a [[sylvankind|sylvan]] woman named Saofria and a human [[Talador|Taladorian]] man that Charna never knew. She was raised by her three oldest brothers – [[Fleckle]], [[Drigore]] and [[Ghrym]] – in the town of [[Icemule Trace]]. At age 16 she met her brother [[Nyrithorn]] for the first time, and the two have an odd relationship.

After leaving Icemule Trace, shortly after meeting her brother Nyrithorn, Charna was taken under the wing of Lady [[Songie Fillee]] – the Matriarch of [[Oleani]]’s Temple in Solhaven, and learned to shed much of her wild, boyish nature. As the years progressed she was adopted as a child of [[Wulfhen]] and [[Laleena]].

She once held the postion of Co-Secretary to [[Willow Hall]], Captain of the Fighting forces of [[H.E.R.T.]], Head Scryvner of the [[Free Holders]], Co-Secretary of [[Cairnfang Manor]] and Head Gypsy of the [[Gypsy Troupe]].

Charna has since abandoned all of those titles and simply wanders the lands with her companion Cosain; her eyes on the moons, her fingers touching a key, and her spirit bound to a scythe.

One day, she hopes to finish weaving her ribbon ladder and that it will be long enough to let her climb to the [[Constellations_of_the_Northern_Sky | Constellation of the Handmaidens]] so that she can take her place amount her sisters.

[[Image:Charna2.jpg|thumb|Charna as rendered by [[Tymelorde]]]]

==Appearance==
You see Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav.

She appears to be a [[Half-Elf | Half-Elf]] from [[Talador | Talador]].

She appears to be very young and shorter than average. She has expressive, ebon-flecked hazel eyes and lightly freckle-dusted skin. She has shoulder length, shaggy rust-red hair plaited into two braids with some soft viridian ribbons woven through them. She has an angular face, a freckled nose and high cheekbones accentuated by slightly-pointed ears.

She has a trio of twisted copper hoops wrapped in silver wire set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, and a beribboned maidens tattoo on her thigh.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing a moonstone-set translucent crystal, an antique golden key hung on a black silk cord, a fur-lined viridian wool cloak, a leaf-trimmed soft viridian houppelande, a pair of simple copper armbands, a series of slender linden bangles set with sea glass cabochons, a crystal-set etched silver ring, a cinctured coppery leather belt, a linen-lined dark suede sack, a small black suede back sheath, and a pair of soft elk hide ankle-boots.

==See Also==

*[[Aftermath (short story)]]
*[[A Plea to Gorse (poetry)]]
*[[Beast Mighty Maw (poetry)]]
*[[Charna's Cry (poetry)]]
*[[Demonlover (poetry)]]
*[[An Elven Story (short story)]]
*[[Forbidden Fruit (poetry)]]
*[[For Yukito (short story)]]
*[[For the Crane (poetry)]]
*[[HERT (poetry)]]
*[[In Her Head (short story)]]
*[[The Hovel (short story)]]
*[[Loneliness' Womb (poetry)]]
*[[Ooo, My Name is Charna (poetry)]]
*[[The Path to Pinefar (short story)]]
*[[Return to Solhaven, 5116 (poetry)]]
*[[Shadows Came to Haven (poetry)]]
*[[Siwas' Song (poetry)]]
*[[The Thirsty Penguin (short story)]]
*[[To Be Home (short story)]]
*[[Unlikely Trio (poetry)]]
*[[Untitled - Bardfest Finale (poetry)]]
*[[What Life Might Be (short story)]]

== Guides & Scripts ==

*[[A Taste of Truth - Tea Leaves]]
*[[Taste of Truth Tea Leaves (script)]]
*[[Darlita's Tarot Deck]]
*[[Darlita's Elanthian Tarot Deck (script)]]
*[[Tarot Deck (script)]]
*[[Darlita's Sticks]]
*[[Darlita's Sticks (script)]]
*[[Slatted Fortunes (script)]]
*[[Dhu Gillywack Runes]]
*[[Gnomic runestone translation (script)]]
*[[Finvale's Crystals]]

== Talks & Discussions ==

*[[Zelia#Charna's Talk of Zelia | Charna's Talk on Zelia]]

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