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<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>==Article/Edits at Risk for Deletion==<br /> Hi there, TELSA. In reviewing some of the recent updates, I saw that you have made edits to [[Tabubu (prime)]], which was originally created by you but has since been edited by multiple users, including IRONMANRS, INSPADES, and JSEVERNS. Is not clear who is the player behind Tabubu, however I am reaching out to you as the page creator in case you are the player behind Tabubu.<br /> <br /> There is no indication on the article's Discussion/Talk tab that Tabubu's player gave you or anyone else permission to create or edit a character page on their behalf. [[Gswiki:Policy]] prohibits users from editing character pages unless the character is theirs or they have been given permission by that character's player to make those edits. If you do have permission to edit this character page, you will need to indicate this by clearly stating it on its Discussion/Talk tab, [[Talk:Tabubu (prime)]], that you have been given permission to do so by the player. Simply noting that in the edit reason for an article is not enough for Gswiki:Policy. Alternatively, Tabubu's player can put that information on the discussion page. When adding that information, please make sure to add &lt;nowiki&gt;~~~~&lt;/nowiki&gt; at the end of your comments, which will automatically add a &quot;signature&quot; with your user name, plus the date and time of when your edit was made.<br /> <br /> If you are Tabubu's player and you have given permission to anyone else to edit the character page, then you will need to clearly state that on [[Talk:Tabubu (prime)]]. Alternatively, those accounts with permission to edit it can add that information on your behalf. Edits made prior to July, 2023, are grandfathered into an earlier version of Gswiki:Policy for charater pages and will not be reverted or deleted.<br /> <br /> '''If that information is not added within 7 days, some or all of the recent edits to the character page will be deleted from the wiki.''' If you have any questions about this process or need more information about the updated policy for editing character pages, please reach out to the wiki team on the Gemstone [https://discord.com/channels/226045346399256576/1061330227843833926 Discord forum's wiki thread]. Thank you for understanding. [[User:HOST-GSKEBECHET|HOST-GSKEBECHET]] ([[User talk:HOST-GSKEBECHET|talk]]) 12:46, 2 February 2025 (CST)<br /> :Thank you very much for adding the statement to [[Tabubu (prime)]]'s Talk tab! [[User:HOST-GSKEBECHET|HOST-GSKEBECHET]] ([[User talk:HOST-GSKEBECHET|talk]]) 10:14, 4 February 2025 (CST)<br /> <br /> So We are good now? Everything meets the requirements and is no longer in danger of deletion?</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=232961 2025-02-03T15:42:36Z

<p>TELSA: to add AI generated</p> <hr /> <div>{{moddelete|date=February 2, 2025}}<br /> Warlord Tabubu an officer of the Obsidian Tower<br /> <br /> She came from the jungles of Eh’lah.  The pure blood of the First Born. She was groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the Arkati.<br /> <br /> When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this comes great responsibility.  {{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu<br /> |image= [[File:Tabubu.png|275px|thumb|center|Tabubu by Trallihn using Google Gemini. AI generated]]<br /> |caption=<br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste <br /> |profession= [[Monk]], Nuja’Tah,( a fighter spiritualist)<br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= The [[Obsidian Tower]]<br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Aloof and temperamental <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness<br /> |flaw= Dhe'nar have no flaws <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family, [[Obsidian Tower]] <br /> |weakness= Blood thirsty and no sense of direction<br /> |habits= Stillness <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |likes= Figure it out<br /> |dislikes= Mind your own business<br /> |loyalties= Dhe'nar , The Way and The Obsidian Tower, Pirate Code <br /> |town= Kraken's Fall<br /> |town2= Mist Harbor<br /> }}<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the fifth circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Backstory:  In the beginning''' ==<br /> ----<br /> Tabubu was destined to be one of the elders within the Temple Caste, Bathed in Blood of the Baptism. For eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others, however, she was more in touch with the violent physical aspects of her studies, it was but a graceful dance.  As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly worthy or not.  She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders, for a time anyways.  This occasioned her to receive First Born of many different paths other than that of the Temple Caste to come bear witness to her progress.  Each time one of these visitors left, they would praise the Elders and walked away pleased at Tabubu’s display of skill. So pleased they would often leave great rewards for her that she never would see or learn of till much later in her life. It had even been rumored; she was bred from a pairing of great power and high ranking within Sharath.  So great was the concern they had born her in Eh’lah to ensure no favoritism would be an influence nor would anyone know the secret.<br /> <br /> &lt;big&gt;''Time passes. Day and night comes then goes, blood flows and the sound of the world echoes upon the winds of time and all moved on.''&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> Tabubu was led into a strict regimen.  She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But she would question everything and thus make the teachers never feel she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this gave them cause of concern over her actual worthiness (or was it fear of who she might become?) <br /> <br /> Tabubu understood the essence of magic and how they were supposed to work; but she willed them to work in the way she saw fit. This always impressed the Elders at the same time gave them pause when they came to check on her progress.  What she knew was not exactly what they considered Temple material.  A High Priest was assigned to her to aid her in the other aspects of her training in the Temple.   After some time, however, the high priest concluded that there was no real promise for this wisp of a girl, nothing beyond breeding anyways, and teaching her that held no desire for him. He had his Shira’qa for such pleasures that kept him sated. To add insult to injury, he would usually send one of his temple guards in his place to give her any lessons he was supposed to give.  But the temple guard he sent was himself unique.  And instead of teaching just the Way of the Temple, he began the true lesson of that of a Warrior.<br /> <br /> &lt;big&gt;''Time passes. Day and night comes then goes, blood flows and the sound of the world echoes upon the winds of time and all moved on''&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> Then began the part of Tabubu’s life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully metered out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> But the lessons regarding the Way of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple.  She felt the divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge.  To show them that everyone can find their way, it is never too late ….<br /> <br /> But she could not control the blood lust.                  <br /> <br /> At these trials of culling, it became obvious even to the Elders that there was a problem. No longer could the fact that she had the heart of a warrior and not a priestess, be hidden.  No matter how fervently she denied this, even to the day she darkened the door of the Tower, it could not be denied.<br /> <br /> Tabubu insisted she was of pure blood of the First Born.  She was groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the Arkati.  To be of the Highest honor of the Temple.  When one rises to walk the path of Power in this Way you learn quickly that it comes with great responsibility.  But this was not to be her Way.<br /> <br /> == '''The Change of Time:''' ==<br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> The grooming of a warrior is from the age of 12 and on. They’re given instruction in the care , cleaning , sharpening and maintenance of all sorts of weapons, from crossbows to halberds. They are taught the use of these weapons . . . their essence and how they flow.  Then at 16 they reach the right to choose a specialist weapon.  <br /> <br /> In Tabubu’s case, she had already passed the time to be groomed like the warrior.  She had to become her own weapon since she did not experience the same grooming as others when seeking their Way on this path<br /> <br /> She possessed the virtues of a Warrior.<br /> <br /> Starting with Courage. It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way.  It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean acting in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference between being courageous and being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> In the core she learned, the shortest and surest way to live with honor in the world, is to be what she is; A Dhe’nar, one whose virtues increase and strengthen themselves by the gaining of experience and knowledge.<br /> <br /> For those wondering about other attributes of the Way of a Warrior, there is Truth, Honor, Discipline, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance<br /> <br /> It can be spoken upon for many pages regarding these attributes of a Warrior.  Lessons never cease about the knowledge shared and can be a conversation that is endless. This really isn’t the time to sit here learning about every attribute of a Warrior. Further knowledge can be found in the libraries of the Obsidian Tower if required.<br /> <br /> The Temple caste rules the entire society of Dhe’nar. They are the caste that has devoted themselves to the practice of the Way and teach knowledge on philosophical level. The Temple is the shining beacon around which their society revolves.<br /> <br /> It was at this point that Tabubu left the lands of her home. This in itself is another story for another time and It is in the best interest to all involved, to leave the secrets that she might or might not know about the Temple, alone. It was the path of the Way not to be taken after all.<br /> <br /> Tabubu’s  journey revealed that it lies in the Way of the Warrior. Despite being groomed spiritually for the Temple Caste, she learned that she is the Warrior.  Walking with the family of the Obsidian Tower has shown her the errors of youth believing in what she thought her Way was to be.  <br /> <br /> Tabubu holds the power of Will, the ability to lead, inspire, and intimidate others. A perfect fitting to the Warrior Caste. But at the same time spiritual and seeker of Knowledge in all things.<br /> <br /> By profession she known as, Nuja’Tah,( a fighter spiritualist), but away from Dhe’nar communities It is commonly known more of as a Monk and this is where her path to the Way really began.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> Nuja’Tah; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so ''I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.''<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so ''I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.''<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (taken from the Samurai's Creed)<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Words to Live By'''''<br /> <br /> Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> '''Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything'''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Training of Tabubu'''''<br /> <br /> [[A Q'hala's First Year]]<br /> <br /> <br /> * [https://sites.google.com/site/dhenarculturelore/home Dhe'nar Culture &amp; Lore]</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Talk:Tabubu_(prime)&diff=232918 2025-02-02T22:42:04Z

<p>TELSA: /* Article/Edits at Risk for Deletion */</p> <hr /> <div>==Article/Edits at Risk for Deletion==<br /> This article is missing a statement that permission was granted by the character's player for another user to create or edit articles for their character.<br /> <br /> For more information, see [[Gswiki:Policy]], specifically Policy #4. This information will need to be added within the timeframe stated on the article banner or it will be deleted or reverted to an earlier version. Do not remove the &lt;nowiki&gt;{{moddelete}}&lt;/nowiki&gt; template from this article. Another moderator or I will remove that template after updates have been reviewed to ensure that they meet [[Gswiki:Policy]] requirements. [[User:HOST-GSKEBECHET|HOST-GSKEBECHET]] ([[User talk:HOST-GSKEBECHET|talk]]) 12:42, 2 February 2025 (CST)<br /> <br /> I (TELSA) am the player of Tabubu and did give premission to IRONMANRS, INSPADES, and JSEVERNS in aid to helping me with edits upon said account. Thank you for your diligence of ensuring the security of my page.</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=232599 2025-01-27T22:25:54Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>Warlord Tabubu an officer of the Obsidian Tower<br /> <br /> She came from the jungles of Eh’lah.  The pure blood of the First Born. She was groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the Arkati.<br /> <br /> When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this comes great responsibility.  {{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu<br /> |image= [[File:Tabubu.png|275px|thumb|center|Tabubu by Trallihn using Google Gemini]]<br /> |caption=<br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste <br /> |profession= [[Monk]], Nuja’Tah,( a fighter spiritualist)<br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= The [[Obsidian Tower]]<br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Aloof and temperamental <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness<br /> |flaw= Dhe'nar have no flaws <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family, [[Obsidian Tower]] <br /> |weakness= Blood thirsty and no sense of direction<br /> |habits= Stillness <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |likes= Figure it out<br /> |dislikes= Mind your own business<br /> |loyalties= Dhe'nar , The Way and The Obsidian Tower, Pirate Code <br /> |town= Kraken Falls<br /> |town2= Mist Harbor<br /> }}<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the fifth circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Backstory:  In the beginning''' ==<br /> ----<br /> Tabubu was destined to be one of the elders within the Temple Caste, Bathed in Blood of the Baptism. For eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others, however, she was more in touch with the violent physical aspects of her studies, it was but a graceful dance.  As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly worthy or not.  She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders, for a time anyways.  This occasioned her to receive First Born of many different paths other than that of the Temple Caste to come bear witness to her progress.  Each time one of these visitors left, they would praise the Elders and walked away pleased at Tabubu’s display of skill. So pleased they would often leave great rewards for her that she never would see or learn of till much later in her life. It had even been rumored; she was bred from a pairing of great power and high ranking within Sharath.  So great was the concern they had born her in Eh’lah to ensure no favoritism would be an influence nor would anyone know the secret.<br /> <br /> &lt;big&gt;''Time passes. Day and night comes then goes, blood flows and the sound of the world echoes upon the winds of time and all moved on.''&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> Tabubu was led into a strict regimen.  She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But she would question everything and thus make the teachers never feel she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this gave them cause of concern over her actual worthiness (or was it fear of who she might become?) <br /> <br /> Tabubu understood the essence of magic and how they were supposed to work; but she willed them to work in the way she saw fit. This always impressed the Elders at the same time gave them pause when they came to check on her progress.  What she knew was not exactly what they considered Temple material.  A High Priest was assigned to her to aid her in the other aspects of her training in the Temple.   After some time, however, the high priest concluded that there was no real promise for this wisp of a girl, nothing beyond breeding anyways, and teaching her that held no desire for him. He had his Shira’qa for such pleasures that kept him sated. To add insult to injury, he would usually send one of his temple guards in his place to give her any lessons he was supposed to give.  But the temple guard he sent was himself unique.  And instead of teaching just the Way of the Temple, he began the true lesson of that of a Warrior.<br /> <br /> &lt;big&gt;''Time passes. Day and night comes then goes, blood flows and the sound of the world echoes upon the winds of time and all moved on''&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> Then began the part of Tabubu’s life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully metered out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> But the lessons regarding the Way of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple.  She felt the divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge.  To show them that everyone can find their way, it is never too late ….<br /> <br /> But she could not control the blood lust.                  <br /> <br /> At these trials of culling, it became obvious even to the Elders that there was a problem. No longer could the fact that she had the heart of a warrior and not a priestess, be hidden.  No matter how fervently she denied this, even to the day she darkened the door of the Tower, it could not be denied.<br /> <br /> Tabubu insisted she was of pure blood of the First Born.  She was groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the Arkati.  To be of the Highest honor of the Temple.  When one rises to walk the path of Power in this Way you learn quickly that it comes with great responsibility.  But this was not to be her Way.<br /> <br /> == '''The Change of Time:''' ==<br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> The grooming of a warrior is from the age of 12 and on. They’re given instruction in the care , cleaning , sharpening and maintenance of all sorts of weapons, from crossbows to halberds. They are taught the use of these weapons . . . their essence and how they flow.  Then at 16 they reach the right to choose a specialist weapon.  <br /> <br /> In Tabubu’s case, she had already passed the time to be groomed like the warrior.  She had to become her own weapon since she did not experience the same grooming as others when seeking their Way on this path<br /> <br /> She possessed the virtues of a Warrior.<br /> <br /> Starting with Courage. It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way.  It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean acting in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference between being courageous and being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> In the core she learned, the shortest and surest way to live with honor in the world, is to be what she is; A Dhe’nar, one whose virtues increase and strengthen themselves by the gaining of experience and knowledge.<br /> <br /> For those wondering about other attributes of the Way of a Warrior, there is Truth, Honor, Discipline, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance<br /> <br /> It can be spoken upon for many pages regarding these attributes of a Warrior.  Lessons never cease about the knowledge shared and can be a conversation that is endless. This really isn’t the time to sit here learning about every attribute of a Warrior. Further knowledge can be found in the libraries of the Obsidian Tower if required.<br /> <br /> The Temple caste rules the entire society of Dhe’nar. They are the caste that has devoted themselves to the practice of the Way and teach knowledge on philosophical level. The Temple is the shining beacon around which their society revolves.<br /> <br /> It was at this point that Tabubu left the lands of her home. This in itself is another story for another time and It is in the best interest to all involved, to leave the secrets that she might or might not know about the Temple, alone. It was the path of the Way not to be taken after all.<br /> <br /> Tabubu’s  journey revealed that it lies in the Way of the Warrior. Despite being groomed spiritually for the Temple Caste, she learned that she is the Warrior.  Walking with the family of the Obsidian Tower has shown her the errors of youth believing in what she thought her Way was to be.  <br /> <br /> Tabubu holds the power of Will, the ability to lead, inspire, and intimidate others. A perfect fitting to the Warrior Caste. But at the same time spiritual and seeker of Knowledge in all things.<br /> <br /> By profession she known as, Nuja’Tah,( a fighter spiritualist), but away from Dhe’nar communities It is commonly known more of as a Monk and this is where her path to the Way really began.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> Nuja’Tah; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so ''I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.''<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so ''I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.''<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (taken from the Samurai's Creed)<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Words to Live By'''''<br /> <br /> Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> '''Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything'''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Training of Tabubu'''''<br /> <br /> [[A Q'hala's First Year]]<br /> <br /> <br /> * [https://sites.google.com/site/dhenarculturelore/home Dhe'nar Culture &amp; Lore]</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=232598 2025-01-27T21:53:31Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>Warlord Tabubu an officer of the Obsidian Tower<br /> <br /> She came from the jungles of Eh’lah.  The pure blood of the First Born. She was groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the Arkati.<br /> <br /> When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this comes great responsibility.  {{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu<br /> |image= [[File:Tabubu.png|275px|thumb|center|Tabubu by Trallihn using Google Gemini]]<br /> |caption=<br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste <br /> |profession= [[Monk]], Nuja’Tah,( a fighter spiritualist)<br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= The [[Obsidian Tower]]<br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Aloof and temperamental <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness<br /> |flaw= Dhe'nar have no flaws <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family, [[Obsidian Tower]] <br /> |weakness= Blood thirsty and no sense of direction<br /> |habits= Stillness <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |likes= Figure it out<br /> |dislikes= Mind your own business<br /> |loyalties= Dhe'nar , The Way and The Obsidian Tower <br /> |town= Kraken Falls<br /> |town2= Mist Harbor<br /> }}<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the fifth circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Backstory:  In the beginning''' ==<br /> ----<br /> Tabubu was destined to be one of the elders within the Temple Caste, Bathed in Blood of the Baptism. For eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others, however, she was more in touch with the violent physical aspects of her studies, it was but a graceful dance.  As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly worthy or not.  She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders, for a time anyways.  This occasioned her to receive First Born of many different paths other than that of the Temple Caste to come bear witness to her progress.  Each time one of these visitors left, they would praise the Elders and walked away pleased at Tabubu’s display of skill. So pleased they would often leave great rewards for her that she never would see or learn of till much later in her life. It had even been rumored; she was bred from a pairing of great power and high ranking within Sharath.  So great was the concern they had born her in Eh’lah to ensure no favoritism would be an influence nor would anyone know the secret.<br /> <br /> &lt;big&gt;''Time passes. Day and night comes then goes, blood flows and the sound of the world echoes upon the winds of time and all moved on.''&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> Tabubu was led into a strict regimen.  She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But she would question everything and thus make the teachers never feel she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this gave them cause of concern over her actual worthiness (or was it fear of who she might become?) <br /> <br /> Tabubu understood the essence of magic and how they were supposed to work; but she willed them to work in the way she saw fit. This always impressed the Elders at the same time gave them pause when they came to check on her progress.  What she knew was not exactly what they considered Temple material.  A High Priest was assigned to her to aid her in the other aspects of her training in the Temple.   After some time, however, the high priest concluded that there was no real promise for this wisp of a girl, nothing beyond breeding anyways, and teaching her that held no desire for him. He had his Shira’qa for such pleasures that kept him sated. To add insult to injury, he would usually send one of his temple guards in his place to give her any lessons he was supposed to give.  But the temple guard he sent was himself unique.  And instead of teaching just the Way of the Temple, he began the true lesson of that of a Warrior.<br /> <br /> &lt;big&gt;''Time passes. Day and night comes then goes, blood flows and the sound of the world echoes upon the winds of time and all moved on''&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> Then began the part of Tabubu’s life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully metered out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> But the lessons regarding the Way of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple.  She felt the divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge.  To show them that everyone can find their way, it is never too late ….<br /> <br /> But she could not control the blood lust.                  <br /> <br /> At these trials of culling, it became obvious even to the Elders that there was a problem. No longer could the fact that she had the heart of a warrior and not a priestess, be hidden.  No matter how fervently she denied this, even to the day she darkened the door of the Tower, it could not be denied.<br /> <br /> Tabubu insisted she was of pure blood of the First Born.  She was groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the Arkati.  To be of the Highest honor of the Temple.  When one rises to walk the path of Power in this Way you learn quickly that it comes with great responsibility.  But this was not to be her Way.<br /> <br /> == '''The Change of Time:''' ==<br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> The grooming of a warrior is from the age of 12 and on. They’re given instruction in the care , cleaning , sharpening and maintenance of all sorts of weapons, from crossbows to halberds. They are taught the use of these weapons . . . their essence and how they flow.  Then at 16 they reach the right to choose a specialist weapon.  <br /> <br /> In Tabubu’s case, she had already passed the time to be groomed like the warrior.  She had to become her own weapon since she did not experience the same grooming as others when seeking their Way on this path<br /> <br /> She possessed the virtues of a Warrior.<br /> <br /> Starting with Courage. It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way.  It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean acting in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference between being courageous and being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> In the core she learned, the shortest and surest way to live with honor in the world, is to be what she is; A Dhe’nar, one whose virtues increase and strengthen themselves by the gaining of experience and knowledge.<br /> <br /> For those wondering about other attributes of the Way of a Warrior, there is Truth, Honor, Discipline, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance<br /> <br /> It can be spoken upon for many pages regarding these attributes of a Warrior.  Lessons never cease about the knowledge shared and can be a conversation that is endless. This really isn’t the time to sit here learning about every attribute of a Warrior. Further knowledge can be found in the libraries of the Obsidian Tower if required.<br /> <br /> The Temple caste rules the entire society of Dhe’nar. They are the caste that has devoted themselves to the practice of the Way and teach knowledge on philosophical level. The Temple is the shining beacon around which their society revolves.<br /> <br /> It was at this point that Tabubu left the lands of her home. This in itself is another story for another time and It is in the best interest to all involved, to leave the secrets that she might or might not know about the Temple, alone. It was the path of the Way not to be taken after all.<br /> <br /> Tabubu’s  journey revealed that it lies in the Way of the Warrior. Despite being groomed spiritually for the Temple Caste, she learned that she is the Warrior.  Walking with the family of the Obsidian Tower has shown her the errors of youth believing in what she thought her Way was to be.  <br /> <br /> Tabubu holds the power of Will, the ability to lead, inspire, and intimidate others. A perfect fitting to the Warrior Caste. But at the same time spiritual and seeker of Knowledge in all things.<br /> <br /> By profession she known as, Nuja’Tah,( a fighter spiritualist), but away from Dhe’nar communities It is commonly known more of as a Monk and this is where her path to the Way really began.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> Nuja’Tah; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so ''I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.''<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so ''I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.''<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (taken from the Samurai's Creed)<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Words to Live By'''''<br /> <br /> Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> '''Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything'''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Training of Tabubu'''''<br /> <br /> [[A Q'hala's First Year]]<br /> <br /> <br /> * [https://sites.google.com/site/dhenarculturelore/home Dhe'nar Culture &amp; Lore]</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=232597 2025-01-27T20:55:38Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>Warlord Tabubu an officer of the Obsidian Tower<br /> <br /> She came from the jungles of Eh’lah.  The pure blood of the First Born. She was groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the Arkati.<br /> <br /> When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this comes great responsibility.  {{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu<br /> |image= [[File:Tabubu.png|275px|thumb|center|Tabubu by Trallihn using Google Gemini]]<br /> |caption=<br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste <br /> |profession= [[Monk]], Nuja’Tah,( a fighter spiritualist)<br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= The [[Obsidian Tower]]<br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Aloof and temperamental <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness<br /> |flaw= Dhe'nar have no flaws <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family, [[Obsidian Tower]] <br /> |weakness= Blood thirsty and no sense of direction<br /> |habits= Stillness <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |likes= Figure it out<br /> |dislikes= Mind your own business<br /> |loyalties= Dhe'nar , The Way and The Obsidian Tower <br /> |town= Kraken Falls<br /> |town2= Mist Harbor<br /> }}<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the fifth circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == '''Backstory:  In the beginning''' ==<br /> ----<br /> Tabubu was destined to be one of the elders within the Temple Caste, Bathed in Blood of the Baptism. For eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others, however, she was more in touch with the violent physical aspects of her studies, it was but a graceful dance.  As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly worthy or not.  She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders, for a time anyways.  This occasioned her to receive First Born of many different paths other than that of the Temple Caste to come bear witness to her progress.  Each time one of these visitors left, they would praise the Elders and walked away pleased at Tabubu’s display of skill. So pleased they would often leave great rewards for her that she never would see or learn of till much later in her life. It had even been rumored; she was bred from a pairing of great power and high ranking within Sharath.  So great was the concern they had born her in Eh’lah to ensure no favoritism would be an influence nor would anyone know the secret.<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day and night comes then goes, blood flows and the sound of the world echoes upon the winds of time and all moved on.<br /> <br /> Tabubu was led into a strict regimen.  She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But she would question everything and thus make the teachers never feel she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this gave them cause of concern over her actual worthiness (or was it fear of who she might become?) <br /> <br /> Tabubu understood the essence of magic and how they were supposed to work; but she willed them to work in the way she saw fit. This always impressed the Elders at the same time gave them pause when they came to check on her progress.  What she knew was not exactly what they considered Temple material.  A High Priest was assigned to her to aid her in the other aspects of her training in the Temple.   After some time, however, the high priest concluded that there was no real promise for this wisp of a girl, nothing beyond breeding anyways, and teaching her that held no desire for him. He had his Shira’qa for such pleasures that kept him sated. To add insult to injury, he would usually send one of his temple guards in his place to give her any lessons he was supposed to give.  But the temple guard he sent was himself unique.  And instead of teaching just the Way of the Temple, he began the true lesson of that of a Warrior.<br /> <br /> &lt;big&gt;''Time passes. Day and night comes then goes, blood flows and the sound of the world echoes upon the winds of time and all moved on''&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> Then began the part of Tabubu’s life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully metered out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> But the lessons regarding the Way of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple.  She felt the divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge.  To show them that everyone can find their way, it is never too late ….<br /> <br /> But she could not control the blood lust.                  <br /> <br /> At these trials of culling, it became obvious even to the Elders that there was a problem. No longer could the fact that she had the heart of a warrior and not a priestess, be hidden.  No matter how fervently she denied this, even to the day she darkened the door of the Tower, it could not be denied.<br /> <br /> Tabubu insisted she was of pure blood of the First Born.  She was groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the Arkati.  To be of the Highest honor of the Temple.  When one rises to walk the path of Power in this Way you learn quickly that it comes with great responsibility.  But this was not to be her Way.<br /> <br /> == '''The Change of Time:''' ==<br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> The grooming of a warrior is from the age of 12 and on. They’re given instruction in the care , cleaning , sharpening and maintenance of all sorts of weapons, from crossbows to halberds. They are taught the use of these weapons . . . their essence and how they flow.  Then at 16 they reach the right to choose a specialist weapon.  <br /> <br /> In Tabubu’s case, she had already passed the time to be groomed like the warrior.  She had to become her own weapon since she did not experience the same grooming as others when seeking their Way on this path<br /> <br /> She possessed the virtues of a Warrior.<br /> <br /> Starting with Courage. It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way.  It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean acting in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference between being courageous and being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> In the core she learned, the shortest and surest way to live with honor in the world, is to be what she is; A Dhe’nar, one whose virtues increase and strengthen themselves by the gaining of experience and knowledge.<br /> <br /> For those wondering about other attributes of the Way of a Warrior, there is Truth, Honor, Discipline, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance<br /> <br /> It can be spoken upon for many pages regarding these attributes of a Warrior.  Lessons never cease about the knowledge shared and can be a conversation that is endless. This really isn’t the time to sit here learning about every attribute of a Warrior. Further knowledge can be found in the libraries of the Obsidian Tower if required.<br /> <br /> The Temple caste rules the entire society of Dhe’nar. They are the caste that has devoted themselves to the practice of the Way and teach knowledge on philosophical level. The Temple is the shining beacon around which their society revolves.<br /> <br /> It was at this point that Tabubu left the lands of her home. This in itself is another story for another time and It is in the best interest to all involved, to leave the secrets that she might or might not know about the Temple, alone. It was the path of the Way not to be taken after all.<br /> <br /> Tabubu’s  journey revealed that it lies in the Way of the Warrior. Despite being groomed spiritually for the Temple Caste, she learned that she is the Warrior.  Walking with the family of the Obsidian Tower has shown her the errors of youth believing in what she thought her Way was to be.  <br /> <br /> Tabubu holds the power of Will, the ability to lead, inspire, and intimidate others. A perfect fitting to the Warrior Caste. But at the same time spiritual and seeker of Knowledge in all things.<br /> <br /> By profession she known as, Nuja’Tah,( a fighter spiritualist), but away from Dhe’nar communities It is commonly known more of as a Monk and this is where her path to the Way really began.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> Nuja’Tah; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so ''I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.''<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so ''I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.''<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (taken from the Samurai's Creed)<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Words to Live By'''''<br /> <br /> Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> '''Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything'''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Training of Tabubu'''''<br /> <br /> [[A Q'hala's First Year]]<br /> <br /> <br /> * [https://sites.google.com/site/dhenarculturelore/home Dhe'nar Culture &amp; Lore]</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=232596 2025-01-27T20:33:31Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu<br /> |image= [[File:Tabubu.png|275px|thumb|center|Tabubu by Trallihn using Google Gemini]]<br /> |caption=<br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste <br /> |profession= [[Monk]], Nuja’Tah,( a fighter spiritualist)<br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= The [[Obsidian Tower]]<br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Aloof and temperamental <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness<br /> |flaw= Dhe'nar have no flaws <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family, [[Obsidian Tower]] <br /> |weakness= Blood thirsty and no sense of direction<br /> |habits= Stillness <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |likes= Figure it out<br /> |dislikes= Mind your own business<br /> |loyalties= Dhe'nar , The Way and The Obsidian Tower <br /> |town= Kraken Falls<br /> |town2= Mist Harbor<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> '''''Appearance''''' <br /> <br /> You see '''Tabubu'''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> She appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf.<br /> She is diminutive in height and has smooth, koa-toned skin.<br /> She has a thick linen cowl wreathing her shoulders and neck, the hood of which is pulled up around her head and casting shadows upon her features.<br /> She has a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist, and a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the fifth circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Known Background'''''<br /> ----<br /> Tabubu came from the jungles of [[Eh'lah]] and takes pride being one of the pure blood; one of the First Born. She has been groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the [[Arkati]]. When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this comes great responsibility.<br /> <br /> She was deemed worthy of the Temple Caste, Bathed in the Blood of Baptism. Her first eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others however, she was more in touch with the physical aspects of studies, to her it was a graceful dance. As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly special or not. She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders.<br /> <br /> As time progressed, she was then led into a strict regimen. She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But Tabubu would question everything and thus her teachers never felt she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this is what gave them cause of concern over her worthiness. <br /> <br /> Then began the part of life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully meted out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> Truth of ones soul is found in every Dhe'nar's heart at this point. Lessons of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple. Hers was one of Divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge. To prove to them that everyone can find their way, it is never to late. Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> A point came when she had to leave Eh'lah. This brought her to Ta'Vaalor, and then her path found its Way to The Obsidian Tower.<br /> <br /> For more information, Please read the Journal of Tabubu, &quot;[[A Q'hala's First Year]]&quot;.<br /> <br /> Time passes and the winds bring change, the sea became her new way as did the way of Pirates. <br /> <br /> '''''Warrior Caste'''''<br /> ----<br /> It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way. It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean to act in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference in being courageous and in being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor, but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> Attributes of a Warrior also include Truth, Honor, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance.<br /> <br /> '''Tilamaires, the 1st day of Lumnea, in the year 5121 of Ta'la'hai Avaia's rule'''<br /> <br /> Last eve was the end of agreed terms of my lesson in the Way of the Warrior with Shorn'ri [[Mnar]]. <br /> <br /> His end point of the lesson was to show how to build a warrior who is happy no matter their circumstances, even when defeated or wounded. If you can be happy no matter your circumstances, you can do your duty regardless. No matter if it leads to your injury or even your death.<br /> The world is filled with warriors and soldiers who fear death, and this makes them more concerned with their own survival than anything else, when death is the most likely outcome of our duty in time anyways.<br /> <br /> What I learned from Mnar is not the same as what he meant to teach me though. Well not just what he meant to teach me. I do not agree completely with his lesson either, but I did learn. <br /> <br /> He introduced me to many knights, mercenaries, other fighters and to those that walked the Way of a Warrior that did not know they did such a thing. I was placed in groups of people that would rather see me dead then standing at Mnar’s right hand existing. I stood in large groups that found me a novelty and some that dismissed me completely.<br /> <br /> ''I still knew my worth.'' <br /> <br /> ''You see . . . . <br /> ''<br /> You can either be the victim and most likely will be all your life or you can choose to be a Warrior and stand up for what you think is right at any cost, not just for yourself but for those that can not do it for themselves as well. It not only includes the specializing in combat and warfare, but phycology too.<br /> <br /> I learned I didn’t have to like it and not everything is a fight that has to be fought. <br /> <br /> ''It is again Emotion betrays Truth lesson pounded into my soul.''<br /> <br /> And It does take the use of many virtues and morals. It is how the Warrior handles the situation that makes them who they are, the rest are all just titles and coin. <br /> <br /> All the transgressions against me committed during our time, and from this day forward '''ALL will be forgiven.'''<br /> <br /> And to show my appreciation for his time and effort to teach me. I gave a gift to honor him.<br /> I have worn it since the first day our lessons started, and kept it against my flesh over my heart. Perhaps it can help him when he has need.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> Nuja’Tah; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so ''I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.''<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so ''I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.''<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (taken from the Samurai's Creed)<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Words to Live By'''''<br /> <br /> Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> '''Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything'''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Training of Tabubu'''''<br /> <br /> [[A Q'hala's First Year]]<br /> <br /> <br /> * [https://sites.google.com/site/dhenarculturelore/home Dhe'nar Culture &amp; Lore]</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=232585 2025-01-27T06:53:01Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu<br /> |image= <br /> |caption=<br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste, Nuja'tah <br /> |profession= [[Monk]]<br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= The [[Obsidian Tower]]<br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Aloof and temperamental <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness<br /> |flaw= Aloof <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family, [[Obsidian Tower]] <br /> |weakness= Blood thirsty and no sense of direction<br /> |habits= Displays the habits of pirates <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |likes= Figure it out<br /> |dislikes= Mind your own business<br /> |loyalties= Dhe'nar , The Way and the Obsidian Tower <br /> |town= Kraken Falls<br /> |town2= Mist Harbor<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> '''''Appearance''''' <br /> <br /> You see '''Tabubu'''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> She appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf.<br /> She is diminutive in height and has smooth, koa-toned skin.<br /> She has a thick linen cowl wreathing her shoulders and neck, the hood of which is pulled up around her head and casting shadows upon her features.<br /> She has a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist, and a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the fifth circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Known Background'''''<br /> ----<br /> Tabubu came from the jungles of [[Eh'lah]] and takes pride being one of the pure blood; one of the First Born. She has been groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the [[Arkati]]. When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this comes great responsibility.<br /> <br /> She was deemed worthy of the Temple Caste, Bathed in the Blood of Baptism. Her first eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others however, she was more in touch with the physical aspects of studies, to her it was a graceful dance. As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly special or not. She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders.<br /> <br /> As time progressed, she was then led into a strict regimen. She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But Tabubu would question everything and thus her teachers never felt she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this is what gave them cause of concern over her worthiness. <br /> <br /> Then began the part of life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully meted out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> Truth of ones soul is found in every Dhe'nar's heart at this point. Lessons of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple. Hers was one of Divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge. To prove to them that everyone can find their way, it is never to late. Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> A point came when she had to leave Eh'lah. This brought her to Ta'Vaalor, and then her path found its Way to The Obsidian Tower.<br /> <br /> For more information, Please read the Journal of Tabubu, &quot;[[A Q'hala's First Year]]&quot;.<br /> <br /> Time passes and the winds bring change, the sea became her new way as did the way of Pirates. <br /> <br /> '''''Warrior Caste'''''<br /> ----<br /> It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way. It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean to act in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference in being courageous and in being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor, but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> Attributes of a Warrior also include Truth, Honor, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance.<br /> <br /> '''Tilamaires, the 1st day of Lumnea, in the year 5121 of Ta'la'hai Avaia's rule'''<br /> <br /> Last eve was the end of agreed terms of my lesson in the Way of the Warrior with Shorn'ri [[Mnar]]. <br /> <br /> His end point of the lesson was to show how to build a warrior who is happy no matter their circumstances, even when defeated or wounded. If you can be happy no matter your circumstances, you can do your duty regardless. No matter if it leads to your injury or even your death.<br /> The world is filled with warriors and soldiers who fear death, and this makes them more concerned with their own survival than anything else, when death is the most likely outcome of our duty in time anyways.<br /> <br /> What I learned from Mnar is not the same as what he meant to teach me though. Well not just what he meant to teach me. I do not agree completely with his lesson either, but I did learn. <br /> <br /> He introduced me to many knights, mercenaries, other fighters and to those that walked the Way of a Warrior that did not know they did such a thing. I was placed in groups of people that would rather see me dead then standing at Mnar’s right hand existing. I stood in large groups that found me a novelty and some that dismissed me completely.<br /> <br /> ''I still knew my worth.'' <br /> <br /> ''You see . . . . <br /> ''<br /> You can either be the victim and most likely will be all your life or you can choose to be a Warrior and stand up for what you think is right at any cost, not just for yourself but for those that can not do it for themselves as well. It not only includes the specializing in combat and warfare, but phycology too.<br /> <br /> I learned I didn’t have to like it and not everything is a fight that has to be fought. <br /> <br /> ''It is again Emotion betrays Truth lesson pounded into my soul.''<br /> <br /> And It does take the use of many virtues and morals. It is how the Warrior handles the situation that makes them who they are, the rest are all just titles and coin. <br /> <br /> All the transgressions against me committed during our time, and from this day forward '''ALL will be forgiven.'''<br /> <br /> And to show my appreciation for his time and effort to teach me. I gave a gift to honor him.<br /> I have worn it since the first day our lessons started, and kept it against my flesh over my heart. Perhaps it can help him when he has need.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> Nuja’Tah; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so ''I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.''<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so ''I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.''<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (taken from the Samurai's Creed)<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Words to Live By'''''<br /> <br /> Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> '''Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything'''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Training of Tabubu'''''<br /> <br /> [[A Q'hala's First Year]]<br /> <br /> <br /> * [https://sites.google.com/site/dhenarculturelore/home Dhe'nar Culture &amp; Lore]</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=168790 2022-06-10T14:10:42Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu<br /> |image= [[Image:Tabubu_-_by_Mnar.jpeg|thumb|As rendered by Mnar]]<br /> |caption=<br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste, Nuja'tah <br /> |profession= [[Monk]]<br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= The [[Obsidian Tower]]<br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Student, seeker and a state of complexity <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness<br /> |ptrait=<br /> |strait=<br /> |flaw= Enjoyed her q'halea (culture training) <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family, [[Obsidian Tower]] <br /> |weakness= Curiosity, and too blood thirsty for her own good at times. No sense of direction<br /> |habits= Riding her tortoise, &quot;Soup&quot; instead of walking anywhere, hunting past the need to, and seeking knowledge <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |soft=<br /> |likes= Power, answers, and sweets<br /> |dislikes= Being patted on the head and most halflings<br /> |loyalties= Obsidian Tower, Dhe'nar and The Way <br /> |town= Mist Harbor<br /> |town2= Ta'Vaalor<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> '''''Appearance''''' <br /> <br /> You see '''Tabubu'''<br /> <br /> <br /> She appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf.<br /> She is diminutive in height and has smooth, koa-toned skin.<br /> She has a thick linen cowl wreathing her shoulders and neck, the hood of which is pulled up around her head and casting shadows upon her features.<br /> She has a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist, and a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle.<br /> She is in good shape.<br /> She is wearing some deeply cowled heavy ink black robes with a pristinely white crisp linen underrobe underneath, a narrow leather girdle edged in scalloped copper chain, some leather handwraps, a nine-in-one copper chainmail anklet dangling fire opals, and a pair of soft ebon footwraps with reinforced heels.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the third circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Known Background'''''<br /> ----<br /> Tabubu came from the jungles of [[Eh'lah]] and takes pride bring one of the pure blood; one of the First Born. She has been groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the [[Arkati]]. When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this comes great responsibility.<br /> <br /> She was deemed worthy of the Temple Caste, Bathed in the Blood of Baptism. Her first eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others however, she was more in touch with the physical aspects of studies, to her it was a graceful dance. As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly special or not. She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders.<br /> <br /> As time progressed, she was then led into a strict regimen. She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But Tabubu would question everything and thus her teachers never felt she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this is what gave them cause of concern over her worthiness. <br /> <br /> Then began the part of life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully meted out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> Truth of ones soul is found in every Dhe'nar's heart at this point. Lessons of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple. Hers was one of Divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge. To prove to them that everyone can find their way, it is never to late. Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> A point came when she had to leave Eh'lah. This brought her to Ta'Vaalor, and then her path found its Way to The Obsidian Tower.<br /> <br /> For more information, Please read the Journal of Tabubu, &quot;[[A Q'hala's First Year]]&quot;.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Warrior Caste'''''<br /> ----<br /> It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way. It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean to act in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference in being courageous and in being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor, but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> Attributes of a Warrior also include Truth, Honor, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance.<br /> <br /> '''Tilamaires, the 1st day of Lumnea, in the year 5121 of Ta'la'hai Avaia's rule'''<br /> <br /> Last eve was the end of agreed terms of my lesson in the Way of the Warrior with Shorn'ri [[Mnar]]. <br /> <br /> His end point of the lesson was to show how to build a warrior who is happy no matter their circumstances, even when defeated or wounded. If you can be happy no matter your circumstances, you can do your duty regardless. No matter if it leads to your injury or even your death.<br /> The world is filled with warriors and soldiers who fear death, and this makes them more concerned with their own survival than anything else, when death is the most likely outcome of our duty in time anyways.<br /> <br /> What I learned from Mnar is not the same as what he meant to teach me though. Well not just what he meant to teach me. I do not agree completely with his lesson either, but I did learn. <br /> <br /> He introduced me to many knights, mercenaries, other fighters and to those that walked the Way of a Warrior that did not know they did such a thing. I was placed in groups of people that would rather see me dead then standing at Mnar’s right hand existing. I stood in large groups that found me a novelty and some that dismissed me completely.<br /> <br /> ''I still knew my worth.'' <br /> <br /> ''You see . . . . <br /> ''<br /> You can either be the victim and most likely will be all your life or you can choose to be a Warrior and stand up for what you think is right at any cost, not just for yourself but for those that can not do it for themselves as well. It not only includes the specializing in combat and warfare, but phycology too.<br /> <br /> I learned I didn’t have to like it and not everything is a fight that has to be fought. <br /> <br /> ''It is again Emotion betrays Truth lesson pounded into my soul.''<br /> <br /> And It does take the use of many virtues and morals. It is how the Warrior handles the situation that makes them who they are, the rest are all just titles and coin. <br /> <br /> All the transgressions against me committed during our time, and from this day forward '''ALL will be forgiven.'''<br /> <br /> And to show my appreciation for his time and effort to teach me. I gave a gift to honor him.<br /> I have worn it since the first day our lessons started, and kept it against my flesh over my heart. Perhaps it can help him when he has need.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> Nuja’Tah; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so ''I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.''<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so ''I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.''<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (taken from the Samurai's Creed)<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Words to Live By'''''<br /> <br /> Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> '''Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything'''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Training of Tabubu'''''<br /> <br /> [[A Q'hala's First Year]]<br /> <br /> <br /> * [https://sites.google.com/site/dhenarculturelore/home Dhe'nar Culture &amp; Lore]</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=A_Q%27hala%27s_First_Year_(essay)&diff=168788 2022-06-10T14:08:42Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{creative-work | title = A Q'hala's First Year | type = essay | author-displayed = [[Tabubu (prime)]]}}<br /> [[Category:Player Crafted Dhe'nar Lore]]<br /> {{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu, the q'hala - as rendered by Elena Nedeleva<br /> |image= [[Image:Tabubu_qhala.jpg]]<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; '''<br /> == Journal of Tabubu, The start of her path and q'halae training==<br /> ''' &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> I can still hear her whisper upon my ear as we crouched down behind the dense foliage watching the newly raised warrior caste. Her tone hushed and demanding, &quot;My girl...''my girl''...don’t lie to me. Tell me where did you sleep last night?&quot; I did not bother to turn my head to face her. She knew, and the words really were not needed because she went on without pause. “What will you do when they discover what you have ''done''? Where will you go!?&quot; All I know is - I can’t go back. The very thought caused me to shiver through and through. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == First Month of the Year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Arrived in a place known as [[Ta'Vaalor]] today. A good place to start, or so it is said by all the Warriors. The guards stopped me at the gate demanding I get papers if I planned on spending any length of time in the city. I can get them at the Town Hall. Since I was a new face, they will give me a little time to acquire such papers. Their eyes upon me spoke volumes despite the civil tongues they presented. What am I thinking? Why am I doing this and not facing the fate handed to me? <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I have been searching for a slave since I got here with no avail. I see they are not surprised by my appearance and have witnessed a few First Born among the crowds. <br /> <br /> I have settled in a bit and now seek the path of the Way. . . I keep my studies up, and focus my center core culling the nasties surrounding the area. Each day strengthens me and I can feel my self-Power growing. I am beginning to know who I am. If I could only find one damn decent slave to skin for me.<br /> <br /> I have drawn the attention of another First Born at last. Our eyes met and he is silent. He seems to know so much yet wants nothing to do with anyone else unless he truly must. I cannot make my eyes meet his again. Not yet, I need to become stronger. More Powerful. I will know when it is time. His name is Telare.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Word has finally reached the right ears, finally. I have started to believe that this was going to be my forever punishment for leaving the comforts of [[Eh'lah]]. Just mentioning that I was seeking a slave has put more than one resident of Ta’Vaalor up in arms. They are horrified by this idea. But no matter, luck has blessed my Way this day. I am purchasing an [[Iyo]] from the jungles of [[Mist Harbor]]. The shaman I am purchasing him from swears that he can skin, just doesn’t build well and has become to lazy for the hard work they require of their own. I will beat it out of him, this Iyo will be serving tea and skinning with great honor by the time I have finished with him. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows and the sound of the world echoes upon the winds of time and we move on. Come for spells, play a few games of minis and mock the pakras in good humor. Well humor for me at least. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> The Iyo slave has proven difficult but as the time draws near he will have to do. Did I mention that I applied for the Library position on the [[Isle of the Four Winds]]? Knowledge is Power, a place of knowledge. This must be what my path is meant to take; THE WAY, it must be meant to be this. The interview is in a few days, I will have to work diligently upon the back of that lazy Iyo. He often escapes but is never hard to find when it comes to meal time. Thumping him only echoes a hollow sound from within that thick skull of his. But all will be forgiven if he can complete this one time successfully. I wonder if it is possible to return the Iyo for a different one.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Today was the interview. The Iyo served the tea, barely. The questions asked were dull. This might not be the way for me after all. I did not feel satisfaction at the end of any of it. Just empty and wanting for more. I failed myself. This was a setback; not even the proper teaching to the Iyo would bring me pleasure. I will find solace in the arms of battle. Up close and personal so I can break everything and anything I touch<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows, and the sound of the world echo’s upon the winds of time and we move on. Come for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and I continue to mock the pakras in good humor. Well humor for me at least. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.<br /> <br /> <br /> == Fifth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> ''The entry into the book this time is written with a hard pressed quill tip, the words seem to mark the paper with pressure and scratched in words more than ink.''<br /> <br /> The Iyo ran away, I do not even care. Good riddance. I could not afford to feed the little bugger anymore. He just ate and ate and grew rounder and rounder. It took a stick to make him realize his free meals where done with, I should of just fed him to Qitha. (Qitha being Tolbort's cat.) <br /> I admit it, My temper has been foul even compared to wild Krolvins. <br /> <br /> But To add fuel to today’s flames, an elf dragged one of the First Born from [[Ta'Illistim]] to &quot;fetch&quot; me. To. . . TO FETCH ME? I lost control and snapped at her for such traitorous notions. Who was ''she'' to send someone to fetch for me, and then when the others I sit with in the Courts of Vaalor saw who she brought; a roar raged in my ears. [[Talinvor]]. If it had not been the situation as such, I might of paid more attention to the Dhe’nar before me. How dare they speak so of one of the First Born. What did these pakras understand of our culture? Even worse who was this elf to do this. I will rip off her head and spit down her neck the first chance I get. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Sixth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> Fun and games in the Courtyard in Vaalor has changed. It is becoming more and more apparent now that my being of the Pure Blood and my beliefs are not exactly ''tolerated''. As my strength grows and they bear witness to my growing in strength and Power, I believe they start to fear me. You can see it in how they act towards me, the glances from the corner of their eyes. The hushed murmurs and ignoring of my words when spoken out. It is becoming clearer and clearer it is time for me to move on. Time to see if there are other Dhe'nar about I can attempt to make bonds with. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> A festival came through. Lo and behold, I now have a better means of travel. I purchased a tortoise. He is beautiful to behold, the greenest of shells to make the jungles of Eh'lah envious. The delicate bells I put upon his harness tinkle so lightly they make a soft music. I have never been good at naming my pets. Slaves have always gotten to keep their names due to my lack of desire to do such. To make a long story short, I let the old human, Torbot name him. ''Soup''. It amused me and seems fitting. That shell would make the most excellent cook pot if worse ever comes to worse. Not that it would. I already have grown attached to the large beast. <br /> <br /> <br /> == Seventh month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> I have managed to cross paths with the Dhe’nar, Talinvor once more. This time I paid attention. He is a bard and of the [[Obsidian Tower]], a place where other First Born and the [[Khanshael]] are family. A place of unity. I move forward on my path a few steps again it seems. The urgency of finding MY Way starts to itch my soul once more. I will join them for a hunt, it has all been arranged.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Hunts have gone extremely well. I fight among those much more powerful then I. Including the Ta'la'hai Avaia. They let me learn and fight with them without letting me die and without coddling. I have killed a beast 70 times more skilled then I this day! I have found the rush of life thrumming through my veins once more. I want to become part of the Tower. Just when I have thought my way was to be lost, it seems to have given me a direction to go once more.<br /> <br /> <br /> == Eighth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> *I come to the Tower this evening to petition for my induction and becoming united with those within.<br /> *I come in honor and I walk in power this very moment that I stand before them, willing to prove myself to one and all within the Tower.<br /> *I come to show that I have chosen this as my Way. <br /> <br /> It is taught to us from historians and scholars, that in order to find ones Way, you need someone who has already walked their path and found their Way. Only can one hope to truly learn from such a person as all of them. To have the aid and instruction with the proper knowledge and feel this is what was needed to strengthen in my power. <br /> <br /> Thus, my path has led me here, and I seek to join the family of the Tower. I offer my life to all within, to defend the family with my dying breath and beyond if possible or needed.<br /> <br /> ''Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta.''<br /> Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows And in the distance you hear the wind whisper to every ear it caresses. “It is time. Time for the Obsidian Tower to Rise again.&quot; I cross the Lake of Fear for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and I mock the pakras in good humor. Well humor for me at least. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I was granted permission to be q’hala and assigned to Talinvor to be my mis’ri.<br /> I am apprehensive because he has also just recently acquired a shira’qa. Feels like history repeating itself before I even get started. Should I be alluring as Priestess are in the Temple? Should I use the skills I have only witnessed to ensure proper teaching this time? Time will tell. I will work at proper etiquette and do my best and watch wearily. The Lorekeeper has a reputation that makes me nervous.<br /> <br /> <br /> == Ninth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> Fate is a fickle mistress it is said. I met a woman by the name of Mistress Hepit. She worked art as if it was a caress of life upon the skin of many. I sensed she did not like to touch anyone at the same time it was the price to pay for her wonderful works of art. So it was worth it to her. The piece of art moved me so, that I have taken up this passion with her. Upon my second crossing of her path it was agreed I would become her apprentice, but only after I finished q’hala training. The path to the Way has shown me a junction. I will stay true to the path I am on. Then look for this way once more.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> (Scribbled in a quick hand:)&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Mis’ri Talinvor does love to hear the sound of his own voice. My tongue lacks the finesse for the ancient tongue and it grates on him. That is visible upon his face, regardless how he lounges upon the sofa in the tea parlor. I should jot down a few notes here.''<br /> <br /> Professions was one of the first things I learned:<br /> <br /> *wizard = kris'a flach (blade of power. lit. &quot;power blade&quot;)<br /> *sorcerer = misri me'thor (master of pain)<br /> *empath = ni su me'thor (stealer of pain)<br /> *cleric/priest = lo'mah (f)/lo'mai (m) (lit. priestess/priest)<br /> *bard = misri su'gnosa (master of knowledge)<br /> *ranger = ni su khadesh (stealer of shadows)<br /> *rogue = khadesh'a flach (blade of shadow. lit. &quot;shadow blade&quot;)<br /> *warrior = liastha'a (warrior!)<br /> <br /> Written separately from the rest: <br /> <br /> Monk = Nuja’Tah Fighter spiritualist <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Part of my tasks will be to perform a Telling to reveal my background and how I came here. Then to apply discourse to my caste and finally my profession. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> (Scribbled in a quick hand again:)<br /> <br /> ''Lessons of symbols, and thrones. I wrote an in-depth paper on this, please refer to that for the entirety of the lesson. Quick notes however are:''<br /> <br /> (Currently)<br /> :The throne of Balance is made of Glaes, and currently held by Libri Eoghain<br /> :The Throne of Warlod is made of Rolaren, and currently held by Ta'krak'th Xeta<br /> :The Throne of the Essence is made of Onyx, and currently held by Ta'a'flach [[Archious|Archious]]<br /> :The Throne of Emmisary is made of Black Ora and was last held by our current Ta’la’hai Avaia.<br /> :The Throne of our Ta’la’hai, may she remain forever, is the Obsidian Chair and representing the Highlord.<br /> <br /> And as days pass the worst of worst more language lessons. My tongue still grates against mher Mis'ri<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> It is at this point that I have learned that mher Mis'ri Talinvor will be reading this journal and I should be keeping record of our Lessons and thoughts regarding them. What is written is written. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows And in the distance you hear the winds laughter echoing outwards. Cross the Lake of Fear for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and mourn the loss of good humor. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Ta’stry’noi Archious graced my lessons this day. I am unsure if it was to ensure my studies were going well or if he had high hopes that I was going to be given to him for experiments. He did offer wise words.<br /> ''Know thy enemy and their weakness.''<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> (Scribbled notes in haste:)<br /> :Power is Everything<br /> :Emotion betrays truth<br /> :Truth is knowledge<br /> :Knowledge is Power<br /> :Power creates Magic<br /> :Magic creates Truth<br /> :Truth is Knowledge<br /> :Knowledge is Power<br /> :Power is Everything<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Tenth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Shield expedition, too much to write and note of. I am cleaning off debris and one of the first to hold, in honor, a shield found possibly from a time long before me. In the time of [[Despana]] and the great battle itself. [[Rhoska-tor]] the location of [[Maelshyve]], and where the Dhe'nar lived for eons before moving to [[Sharath]]. <br /> <br /> (OOC note: The following is the loresong created/presented by the group for a shield found under the guidance of the Ta'Illistim curator, [[Zenlynn Veythorne Illistim]].)<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;wikitable&quot; style=&quot;background-color:#eee;&quot; cellpadding=&quot;25&quot; cellspacing=&quot;25&quot;<br /> |-<br /> | &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:120&gt; <br /> ''The bellows sound in the caverns deep below the earth like the roars of the Drakes of auld. The pound of hammers upon metal, staccato in its sharp pulse sounds like the beating heart of some great demon trapped by the rocks of Rhoska-Tor. The coppery scent of blood rises from the trough used to quench the heat of the forging and diamond used to etch my name in between the polished leather straps made from the hide of our elven enemy. The dark sculpture of my creation gleams in the dim orange glow. “Morna” is my name, and I am a bulwark made to serve the army of the undead queen.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''A desiccated hand lifts me, and turning from the eyeless rows of soldiers ready to give their unlife in service, presents me to another. I feel the sudden warmth of life as a new hand grips me. I feel the beating heart of a human who turns to face his living brethren kneeling before him in deference. I sense an uneasiness from my new master, and despite his words of assurance to his people that they will be free of the yoke of the elves, I wonder if he will soon become one of the eyeless soldiers standing behind him.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The thrum of marching drowns out all sound, a small contingent of the living surrounded by legions of the dead. The looming shadow of black Maelshyve stands ominous behind, watching silently for the barren plains to be breached by the enemy. How long they waited, could not be known, for the forges of the keep made dark clouds so thick that they blotted out the light. My master did not light a torch, for the dead legions surrounding us do not need light to see - and it would be foolish to stand like a beacon for the enemy.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The sound of a horn echoes across the blasted plains and then another and another rise up in challenge to the reign of chaos that has consumed the world. The thunder of armor-shod feet and the battle cries of those foolish enough to challenge death itself enter the fields as a wave. The human that holds me bellows commands to his company - standing fast against his enemy - his heartbeat quickens, not with fear - but with determination and the bitterness of hate. Around him, the legions of the dead remain silent, the only sounds are the clash of weapons and the screams of the living.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The clash of battle is finally upon us, as the axe of a dwarf is blocked and I am swung around to slice his throat with my sharp edge. An elven bowman is bashed from a charge, his face a ruin of flesh and blood and bone. The grey ash of the forges falls upon us like desolate snow, the wreckage of death a colorful tapestry upon the pale canvas.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The bodies twitch, then slowly contort as they rise again to their feet, shambling toward a desiccated creature which stands as taller than any elf and possessing a crown of bones. The creature’s eyes blaze with an ominous red hue captured within dark sockets of its skull. The crackle of bone and magic add to the cacophony of the banshees’ wails and the blood curdling screams of those that die painfully in their wake. <br /> <br /> <br /> ''The human that wields me, falters. Visions of death and the rise of unlife surround us. A beating heart in the middle of all this, the palpable sense of fear bubbling up that even I can feel such dread. This will not do. I am a bulwark to the dark fortress and will serve still after this human is absorbed into the legion.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The battle ebbs and flows like the tide, the legions pressed back toward the black walls and then surge forward as the fallen rise again to turn against their own. The dull monotone of uttered magic is heard echoing against the sky and in an instant the sky cracks open in flame as horrors from other valences pour forth. These creatures rend flesh from bone and scorch the ground where they walk. The human’s heart race and I taste his fear.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The creatures push against the sea of dead aside and begin to tear at the walls of Maelshyve itself. An unending wave continues to escape through more and more tears in the veil. Something gives chase to us, and I feel heat like the forge gaining as the human runs in fear. A single misstep sends the human tumbling. He rolls to place me over him, as a claw rending into the metal. The human is too slow, and the creature’s other claw tears a gash in his throat. ''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''I feel the life quickly drain from the human beneath me, but then suddenly grow cold. His dead hand takes hold, and rises to again join the legion. As he shuffles forward, an explosion rips past and I am overtaken by nothing.'' &lt;/span&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Weather has gotten considerably colder than I am used to. But Lessons are Lessons. <br /> <br /> <br /> ''Braids''&lt;br&gt;<br /> *A Warriors single braid &lt;br&gt;<br /> This purpose is to keep the hair out of their way. But also keeps it from being easily grabbed by an enemy. The length of the braid is representative of the Warrior's prowess in battle. For if an enemy does grab it, they can easily slice it off in a single cut.<br /> *Warlock is 2<br /> *Temple is 3<br /> *Council is 5 - know your council &quot;Ta'la'hai, Ta'a'flach, Ta'lo'mah, Ta'krak'th, Ku'utare.<br /> *Highlord is 7<br /> <br /> This was followed by another lengthy Lesson of the Ancient Tongue. Notes include: <br /> <br /> ''Times of day:''<br /> :Dawn - sh'soci'q<br /> :Morning - um'ni<br /> :Noon - ta'soci'q<br /> :Afternoon - she'ri<br /> :Dusk - ku'soci'q<br /> :Evening - sh'rein<br /> :Midnight- shon'shtar'rein<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Victory before Pride, While one can haste a strike with a weapon, it leaves them vulnerable if they miss the timing. But there is a better way, in the case of a bard a stunning shout instead - which allows them to keep up defenses, and in some situations that is the better option.<br /> Always remember - ''Victory before pride. And a victory is given to those that are not dead.''<br /> <br /> I wonder at what cost is a Victory a Victory if you're not proud of what you did?<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> There are THREE forms of power. <br /> :There is the power of KNOWLEDGE. This is learning and studying information. This is the strongest point of the Temple caste. &lt;br&gt;<br /> :The second is MANIPULATION. This is the ability to convince and redirect others to accomplish something. This is the specialty of the Warlock Caste &lt;br&gt;<br /> :The power of WILL.. or Force of Will is the ability to lead, inspire or even intimidate. This is expected and required for the Warrior Caste. &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> (''notes are reiterated again below:'')&lt;br&gt;<br /> Power of Knowledge is the specialty of Temple Caste | Power of Manipulation is the specialty of Warlock Caste |Power of Will is the specialty of Warrior Caste<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> The points of reflection on the path of The Way &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aka: The Way Notes &amp; Manifesto<br /> ''' ''Family, Survival, Self-Perfection, Opinion, Power, Honor, Unity, Family'' '''<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Today’s lessons were the depth understanding of the tenants we live by is given to us by Noi'sho'rah and Tah'lad's example. Very in-depth as always, &lt;s&gt;just like back in Eh’lah listening to them drone on and on.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> 1. Don’t limit yourself to the static of philosophies of religion and idealism. I know this from the day I knew my name. Learn from the Akrati, do not emulate them<br /> 2. There is no good or evil, only Right or Wrong.<br /> 3. Recognize the strength and purpose in others. Everyone has a use, or can be used as a tool in some way.<br /> 4. Achieve harmony within ourselves by challenging both mind and body. Balance, it’s all about Balance.<br /> 5. We do not let ourselves to be controlled by the tools of emotions. This is the toughest one for me. Punishments have been applied more than once in aiding me to learn this lesson. <br /> 6. Do not hold pride over victory. . . . We are a people of unity.<br /> 7. Do not tolerate weakness. This is obvious. Excuses are only good for those who make them.<br /> 8. We do not allow living any born or yet unborn of Dhe’nar that is not pure. Such couplings that result in tainted offspring weaken our bloodline. Any that disregard this law betrays the Family and forfeits the privilege of being Dhe’nar. . . again I have known this since the first breath I took.<br /> 9. All those who have Lost their way, can find it again. They can return to us if they choose the path of enlightenment. It’s never too late; I will help lead them if possible.<br /> 10. Knowledge above all things. Knowledge truly is power<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> FAENDRYL VS DHE’NAR <br /> <br /> Similarities: Certainty of superiority, desire for power in various forms, disliked by other cultures<br /> <br /> Differences: View of place in the world, afterlife, interactions with other cultures<br /> <br /> Faendryl want power now, for personal gain and will backstab their own to get it. It's reactive power goals, and not always based in real skill or ability.<br /> <br /> Dhe'nar want to earn power in an afterlife, so they seek perfection in themselves and in their race. They are proactive in that aim, via bloodlines, castes and tests so everything earned is respected and obtained on merit. Dhe'nar are thinking toward elevating their entire population, not just individuals.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Eleventh month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Honor seems to be todays focus.<br /> <br /> A discussion regarding honor seem to spread throughout the halls of the Tower this evening. <br /> There seem to be a few perspectives to it. The whole thing revealed to me that honor to one is not always the honor of another. An honor for a shira’qa is to serve her Mis’ri. But the Honor of the Family is a code of conduct of unity. It is the roots of our tree . . . it is Dignity and Respect . <br /> <br /> Personal honor is determined internally by one’s own commitment to life. Some say this is predetermined ethics. My intentions and my actions determine my honor, not the thoughts of others. I know right from wrong. However, It is not always black and white. So I will have to do the best that I can and live a life of honor that holds truth and purity of intentions. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Today the Ta’la’hai Avaia showed me a tome. <br /> <br /> It was an amethyst-set rolaren tome: ''A wide circle was carved from the engraved black rolaren in the center of the cover, and that space is filled by dark-hued amethysts that combine with obsidian to form the Dhe'nar crest. The rolaren, obsidian, and amethyst had been joined together so skillfully that the crest is as flat as a mirror, with no cracks or ridges between pieces. Lettering on the first page could be dimly seen through the translucent crest, though the amethyst and obsidian cast too many shadows for it to be legible.''<br /> <br /> Power is everything.&lt;br&gt;<br /> A tear. A rock. The air we breathe. The cry of a broken heart and the scream of a young sylph finding release in death. There is untapped, innate power in all that is around us. One need only to hold the key to unlock the great potential in the world in order to fully understand what it is to be power itself.<br /> <br /> One need only to tap into this vast reserve to achieve the unthinkable, the unimaginable . . . the unexplainable acts of greatness that shape and define the world, or tear all that is known down around its inhabitants.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> It is founded within the castes – <br /> <br /> Temple caste focus on internal, how to empower the people through the Way and through the bloodline. Spiritual development.<br /> <br /> Warlock focuses on how to control - how to gain power from the world around them and manipulate it to serve their own purpose.<br /> <br /> Warrior protects the people, and do not have lofty ambitions beyond their prowess and honor in battle.<br /> <br /> I have lofty ambitions and believe in the First Born's blood line. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I was sent to Ta'a'flach Archious for a task and to ask about his caste. I do not believe he has time for the likes of me, being q’hala but I also know he believes in my strength and knows I will not be q'hala forever. He managed to pull away from his books and look at me, even if it was just for a moment. But in that moment, I could see in his eyes, I was as something other than a possible subject for his experiments. His task for me was to answer the question about the Essence of the magical flows. He was busy and despite the answer being quick on my tongue so was the dismissal. With the time, I ended up giving it a great deal of thought and study to his question after all. <br /> <br /> <br /> I had to understand what magic really is on its own. On its own it is nothing. It cannot create or destroy, despite how it may seem or look. It is basically the art of taking what is already there and bending and forming it like any other tool to serve its user<br /> <br /> <br /> Magic, on its own, is nothing. Magic cannot create, and it does not destroy, despite appearances to the contrary. At its core, magic is the art of taking what is already there and bending and twisting it until it serves the function one would like. The Wizard does not create a flame any more than the act of striking a match does, it simply coalesces and frees the ambient flame in the area. Thus, the basis of magic is taking a desired pattern and coercing the local forces into it.<br /> <br /> <br /> Transformation, self-control and focus. The will for it to be this way. Ta’a’flach Archious summarized it for me as he gave his approval. The flows of energy are what they are. They take the form imposed upon them by the caster's will.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Next I was sent to the Libri Eoghain to seek answers of what he believed with the Temple Caste.<br /> <br /> <br /> Each time our paths cross I feel a kindred soul to him. His treatment was that of the community as in my youth. Empowered in the knowing of being one of the First Born. <br /> <br /> <br /> He spoke of all the caste but struck home hardest with this comment. So much so, I am thinking of making sure I slip it into My telling. &lt;br&gt;<br /> ''&quot;The Temple caste rules our entire society. We are the caste that has not only devoted ourselves to the practice of the Way, but also to its exploration on a physical and philosophical level. The Temple is the shining beacon around which our society revolves.&quot;''<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows and the winds ensure you can feel the coldness of its touch tickling every exposed piece of flesh it can find. Cross the Lake of Fear for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and mourn the loss of good humor. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.<br /> <br /> <br /> Ta’la’hai Avaia sends me to find Mnar for lessons on the Warrior Caste. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == First month of the year 5121: ==<br /> <br /> Keeping a journal is getting tougher for me, the weight of papers and they are always getting in the way of other things I must keep with me. I have stuffed it in the locker more than a few times and this has caused a lapse in keeping my writing up. But not so much that the important lessons are lost.<br /> <br /> The question of “Have you always succeeded in seeing your plans to fruition?” was asked by the Ta’la’hai Avaia, may she always remain in Power. &lt;br&gt;<br /> I didn’t reply correctly. This then became Mis’ri’s duty to show me why the answer was incorrect. The other q’hala Leshe was the smarter one when posed with the question too.<br /> <br /> <br /> My answer was, &quot;I do not think anyone’s plans always come to fruit, there is always a chance of failure.&quot; &lt;br&gt;<br /> The Ta’la’hai said I lacked confidence. I have seen the error of the answer I gave, and what I have now come to understand.<br /> <br /> The correct answer clarified by my Mis'ri is: <br /> Eii, because I have learned how to adapt and survive. While my first plan may not play out how I liked, I will come up with an alternative, change it, and alter my goal. In the end I will still be sure to be victorious despite setbacks.<br /> <br /> <br /> I have taken this lesson to heart, because it defines who we are as Dhe'nar. I was reminded that we do not give up, else we would not have survived. We adapt, we change and we evolve.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows And in the distance you hear the wind howl as it races out across the lands seeking answers it can never hear. No more crossing the Lake of Fear for spells, but now stand in a room suffering the stench of unwashed bodies. Time passes slowly and my knowledge, strength and impatience grows.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Second month of the year 5121: ==<br /> <br /> Lessons have stopped. My Telling is at hand...&lt;br&gt;<br /> A Q'hala must do the following tasks for the Telling:<br /> * A presentation about oneself, and what brings me from Eh'lah.<br /> * A presentation about the Warrior caste. <br /> * A presentation about the monk profession.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Shortly after my telling, I was corrected on part of my telling regarding the Temple being the center of our society. I have seen the error of my ways and now know, All Castes are equally shared in the power, not just one. They work in unity. <br /> <br /> <br /> == Final Entry, Tilamaires, day 16 of the month Fashanos in the year 5121 ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Today is the day I turn my little blue leather journal over to Tah’lon Vorrith after the Great Hunt. <br /> <br /> <br /> Whatever Happens, I would like him to finish the story for me and be proud of his q’hala. <br /> <br /> <br /> With this journal I present him with the chrism trinket that I have worn around my neck hidden beneath my under robes next to the flesh. May it serve him as it has me. It is somewhat hard to look at but if he wears it close to his heart as I did, he will be fine. The end of my q’hala training is left for him to fill in.<br /> <br /> :::signed, <br /> ::::::Tabubu ~<br /> ::::::::::::---,--}--‘—{(@ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ==Definitions (player created lore/language not otherwise specified)==<br /> <br /> * q'halae = (plural). Student of The Way, Dhe'nar only. Generally treated less than a slave, in order to teach true humility so that they understand pride. Female is q'hala, male is q'hali.<br /> <br /> *Warriors = in reference to the Warrior Caste of Dhe'nar. The four castes being Warlock, Temple, Warrior and Worker.<br /> <br /> *First Born = The Dhe'nar, or 'dyari' in the native tongue. Dhe'nar are very pure blood oriented in their lineages, so they believe theirs to be untainted from the first elves.<br /> <br /> *pakra = A heretic. Someone that does not follow The Way.<br /> <br /> *The Way = the cultural philosophy of the Dhe'nar, that turned aside the political ambition and segregation of the elven Houses and seeks perfection in self improvement. It is an ideal that they will some day ascend above the Drakes as a people.<br /> <br /> *Ta'la'hai = High Lord. This is the title of the highest ranking Dhe'nar of any organized population (ie. city or outpost). In this instance, Ta'la'hai here refers to the leader of the Obsidian Tower in [[Wehnimer's Landing]]. Ta'la'hah is the female version, though Avaia prefers the male title.<br /> <br /> *Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta. = This is a portion of the 'Mantra of the Magi', taught to Warlock caste members though it is still important to all castes. Gnosa is the root word for knowledge, kris is the root word for power. (Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything.)<br /> <br /> *mis'ri = master. As students are (often) treated as less than a slave in their training, the same word is used for a teacher as it is for the master of a slave. Mis'ri is male, mis'ra is female.<br /> <br /> *shira'qa = personal slave. They perform essential support for a prominent Dhe'nar.<br /> <br /> *Lorekeeper = term used for a bard.<br /> <br /> *mher = my<br /> <br /> *Ta’stry’noi = new word for the position of Essence. Old term was Ta'a'flach, which was 'High Blade', pulled from the wizard term of kris a'flach. Both terms are acceptable usage and vary depending on the generation of (Tower) Dhe'nar.<br /> <br /> *Libri = new word for the position of Balance. Old term was Ku'utare, which was 'Not crooked, or Not tainted'. Both terms are acceptable usage and vary depending on the generation of (Tower) Dhe'nar.<br /> <br /> <br /> ==See Also==<br /> * [[Dhe'nar]]<br /> * Official Site of the CHE Organization [[Obsidian Tower]]<br /> * [https://sites.google.com/site/dhenarculturelore/home Dhe'nar Culture &amp; Lore]</div>

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<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{creative-work | title = A Q'hala's First Year | type = essay | author-displayed = [[Tabubu (prime)]]}}<br /> [[Category:Player Crafted Dhe'nar Lore]]<br /> {{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu, the q'hala - as rendered by Elena Nedeleva<br /> |image= [[Image:Tabubu_qhala.jpg]]<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; '''<br /> == Journal of Tabubu, The start of her path and q'halae training==<br /> ''' &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> I can still hear her whisper upon my ear as we crouched down behind the dense foliage watching the newly raised warrior caste. Her tone hushed and demanding, &quot;My girl...''my girl''...don’t lie to me. Tell me where did you sleep last night?&quot; I did not bother to turn my head to face her. She knew, and the words really were not needed because she went on without pause. “What will you do when they discover what you have ''done''? Where will you go!?&quot; All I know is - I can’t go back. The very thought caused me to shiver through and through. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == First Month of the Year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Arrived in a place known as [[Ta'Vaalor]] today. A good place to start, or so it is said by all the Warriors. The guards stopped me at the gate demanding I get papers if I planned on spending any length of time in the city. I can get them at the Town Hall. Since I was a new face, they will give me a little time to acquire such papers. Their eyes upon me spoke volumes despite the civil tongues they presented. What am I thinking? Why am I doing this and not facing the fate handed to me? <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I have been searching for a slave since I got here with no avail. I see they are not surprised by my appearance and have witnessed a few First Born among the crowds. <br /> <br /> I have settled in a bit and now seek the path of the Way. . . I keep my studies up, and focus my center core culling the nasties surrounding the area. Each day strengthens me and I can feel my self-Power growing. I am beginning to know who I am. If I could only find one damn decent slave to skin for me.<br /> <br /> I have drawn the attention of another First Born at last. Our eyes met and he is silent. He seems to know so much yet wants nothing to do with anyone else unless he truly must. I cannot make my eyes meet his again. Not yet, I need to become stronger. More Powerful. I will know when it is time. His name is Telare.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Word has finally reached the right ears, finally. I have started to believe that this was going to be my forever punishment for leaving the comforts of [[Eh'lah]]. Just mentioning that I was seeking a slave has put more than one resident of Ta’Vaalor up in arms. They are horrified by this idea. But no matter, luck has blessed my Way this day. I am purchasing an [[Iyo]] from the jungles of [[Mist Harbor]]. The shaman I am purchasing him from swears that he can skin, just doesn’t build well and has become to lazy for the hard work they require of their own. I will beat it out of him, this Iyo will be serving tea and skinning with great honor by the time I have finished with him. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows and the sound of the world echoes upon the winds of time and we move on. Come for spells, play a few games of minis and mock the pakras in good humor. Well humor for me at least. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> The Iyo slave has proven difficult but as the time draws near he will have to do. Did I mention that I applied for the Library position on the [[Isle of the Four Winds]]? Knowledge is Power, a place of knowledge. This must be what my path is meant to take; THE WAY, it must be meant to be this. The interview is in a few days, I will have to work diligently upon the back of that lazy Iyo. He often escapes but is never hard to find when it comes to meal time. Thumping him only echoes a hollow sound from within that thick skull of his. But all will be forgiven if he can complete this one time successfully. I wonder if it is possible to return the Iyo for a different one.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Today was the interview. The Iyo served the tea, barely. The questions asked were dull. This might not be the way for me after all. I did not feel satisfaction at the end of any of it. Just empty and wanting for more. I failed myself. This was a setback; not even the proper teaching to the Iyo would bring me pleasure. I will find solace in the arms of battle. Up close and personal so I can break everything and anything I touch<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows, and the sound of the world echo’s upon the winds of time and we move on. Come for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and I continue to mock the pakras in good humor. Well humor for me at least. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.<br /> <br /> <br /> == Fifth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> ''The entry into the book this time is written with a hard pressed quill tip, the words seem to mark the paper with pressure and scratched in words more than ink.''<br /> <br /> The Iyo ran away, I do not even care. Good riddance. I could not afford to feed the little bugger anymore. He just ate and ate and grew rounder and rounder. It took a stick to make him realize his free meals where done with, I should of just fed him to Qitha. (Qitha being Tolbort's cat.) <br /> I admit it, My temper has been foul even compared to wild Krolvins. <br /> <br /> But To add fuel to today’s flames, an elf dragged one of the First Born from [[Ta'Illistim]] to &quot;fetch&quot; me. To. . . TO FETCH ME? I lost control and snapped at her for such traitorous notions. Who was ''she'' to send someone to fetch for me, and then when the others I sit with in the Courts of Vaalor saw who she brought; a roar raged in my ears. [[Talinvor]]. If it had not been the situation as such, I might of paid more attention to the Dhe’nar before me. How dare they speak so of one of the First Born. What did these pakras understand of our culture? Even worse who was this elf to do this. I will rip off her head and spit down her neck the first chance I get. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Sixth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> Fun and games in the Courtyard in Vaalor has changed. It is becoming more and more apparent now that my being of the Pure Blood and my beliefs are not exactly ''tolerated''. As my strength grows and they bear witness to my growing in strength and Power, I believe they start to fear me. You can see it in how they act towards me, the glances from the corner of their eyes. The hushed murmurs and ignoring of my words when spoken out. It is becoming clearer and clearer it is time for me to move on. Time to see if there are other Dhe'nar about I can attempt to make bonds with. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> A festival came through. Lo and behold, I now have a better means of travel. I purchased a tortoise. He is beautiful to behold, the greenest of shells to make the jungles of Eh'lah envious. The delicate bells I put upon his harness tinkle so lightly they make a soft music. I have never been good at naming my pets. Slaves have always gotten to keep their names due to my lack of desire to do such. To make a long story short, I let the old human, Torbot name him. ''Soup''. It amused me and seems fitting. That shell would make the most excellent cook pot if worse ever comes to worse. Not that it would. I already have grown attached to the large beast. <br /> <br /> <br /> == Seventh month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> I have managed to cross paths with the Dhe’nar, Talinvor once more. This time I paid attention. He is a bard and of the [[Obsidian Tower]], a place where other First Born and the [[Khanshael]] are family. A place of unity. I move forward on my path a few steps again it seems. The urgency of finding MY Way starts to itch my soul once more. I will join them for a hunt, it has all been arranged.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Hunts have gone extremely well. I fight among those much more powerful then I. Including the Ta'la'hai Avaia. They let me learn and fight with them without letting me die and without coddling. I have killed a beast 70 times more skilled then I this day! I have found the rush of life thrumming through my veins once more. I want to become part of the Tower. Just when I have thought my way was to be lost, it seems to have given me a direction to go once more.<br /> <br /> <br /> == Eighth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> *I come to the Tower this evening to petition for my induction and becoming united with those within.<br /> *I come in honor and I walk in power this very moment that I stand before them, willing to prove myself to one and all within the Tower.<br /> *I come to show that I have chosen this as my Way. <br /> <br /> It is taught to us from historians and scholars, that in order to find ones Way, you need someone who has already walked their path and found their Way. Only can one hope to truly learn from such a person as all of them. To have the aid and instruction with the proper knowledge and feel this is what was needed to strengthen in my power. <br /> <br /> Thus, my path has led me here, and I seek to join the family of the Tower. I offer my life to all within, to defend the family with my dying breath and beyond if possible or needed.<br /> <br /> ''Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta.''<br /> Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows And in the distance you hear the wind whisper to every ear it caresses. “It is time. Time for the Obsidian Tower to Rise again.&quot; I cross the Lake of Fear for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and I mock the pakras in good humor. Well humor for me at least. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I was granted permission to be q’hala and assigned to Talinvor to be my mis’ri.<br /> I am apprehensive because he has also just recently acquired a shira’qa. Feels like history repeating itself before I even get started. Should I be alluring as Priestess are in the Temple? Should I use the skills I have only witnessed to ensure proper teaching this time? Time will tell. I will work at proper etiquette and do my best and watch wearily. The Lorekeeper has a reputation that makes me nervous.<br /> <br /> <br /> == Ninth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> Fate is a fickle mistress it is said. I met a woman by the name of Mistress Hepit. She worked art as if it was a caress of life upon the skin of many. I sensed she did not like to touch anyone at the same time it was the price to pay for her wonderful works of art. So it was worth it to her. The piece of art moved me so, that I have taken up this passion with her. Upon my second crossing of her path it was agreed I would become her apprentice, but only after I finished q’hala training. The path to the Way has shown me a junction. I will stay true to the path I am on. Then look for this way once more.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> (Scribbled in a quick hand:)&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Mis’ri Talinvor does love to hear the sound of his own voice. My tongue lacks the finesse for the ancient tongue and it grates on him. That is visible upon his face, regardless how he lounges upon the sofa in the tea parlor. I should jot down a few notes here.''<br /> <br /> Professions was one of the first things I learned:<br /> <br /> *wizard = kris'a flach (blade of power. lit. &quot;power blade&quot;)<br /> *sorcerer = misri me'thor (master of pain)<br /> *empath = ni su me'thor (stealer of pain)<br /> *cleric/priest = lo'mah (f)/lo'mai (m) (lit. priestess/priest)<br /> *bard = misri su'gnosa (master of knowledge)<br /> *ranger = ni su khadesh (stealer of shadows)<br /> *rogue = khadesh'a flach (blade of shadow. lit. &quot;shadow blade&quot;)<br /> *warrior = liastha'a (warrior!)<br /> <br /> Written separately from the rest: <br /> <br /> Monk = Nuja’Tah Fighter spiritualist <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Part of my tasks will be to perform a Telling to reveal my background and how I came here. Then to apply discourse to my caste and finally my profession. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> (Scribbled in a quick hand again:)<br /> <br /> ''Lessons of symbols, and thrones. I wrote an in-depth paper on this, please refer to that for the entirety of the lesson. Quick notes however are:''<br /> <br /> (Currently)<br /> :The throne of Balance is made of Glaes, and currently held by Libri Eoghain<br /> :The Throne of Warlod is made of Rolaren, and currently held by Ta'krak'th Xeta<br /> :The Throne of the Essence is made of Onyx, and currently held by Ta'a'flach [[Archious|Archious]]<br /> :The Throne of Emmisary is made of Black Ora and was last held by our current Ta’la’hai Avaia.<br /> :The Throne of our Ta’la’hai, may she remain forever, is the Obsidian Chair and representing the Highlord.<br /> <br /> And as days pass the worst of worst more language lessons. My tongue still grates against mher Mis'ri<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> It is at this point that I have learned that mher Mis'ri Talinvor will be reading this journal and I should be keeping record of our Lessons and thoughts regarding them. What is written is written. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows And in the distance you hear the winds laughter echoing outwards. Cross the Lake of Fear for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and mourn the loss of good humor. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Ta’stry’noi Archious graced my lessons this day. I am unsure if it was to ensure my studies were going well or if he had high hopes that I was going to be given to him for experiments. He did offer wise words.<br /> ''Know thy enemy and their weakness.''<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> (Scribbled notes in haste:)<br /> :Power is Everything<br /> :Emotion betrays truth<br /> :Truth is knowledge<br /> :Knowledge is Power<br /> :Power creates Magic<br /> :Magic creates Truth<br /> :Truth is Knowledge<br /> :Knowledge is Power<br /> :Power is Everything<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Tenth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Shield expedition, too much to write and note of. I am cleaning off debris and one of the first to hold, in honor, a shield found possibly from a time long before me. In the time of [[Despana]] and the great battle itself. [[Rhoska-tor]] the location of [[Maelshyve]], and where the Dhe'nar lived for eons before moving to [[Sharath]]. <br /> <br /> (OOC note: The following is the loresong created/presented by the group for a shield found under the guidance of the Ta'Illistim curator, [[Zenlynn Veythorne Illistim]].)<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;wikitable&quot; style=&quot;background-color:#eee;&quot; cellpadding=&quot;25&quot; cellspacing=&quot;25&quot;<br /> |-<br /> | &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:120&gt; <br /> ''The bellows sound in the caverns deep below the earth like the roars of the Drakes of auld. The pound of hammers upon metal, staccato in its sharp pulse sounds like the beating heart of some great demon trapped by the rocks of Rhoska-Tor. The coppery scent of blood rises from the trough used to quench the heat of the forging and diamond used to etch my name in between the polished leather straps made from the hide of our elven enemy. The dark sculpture of my creation gleams in the dim orange glow. “Morna” is my name, and I am a bulwark made to serve the army of the undead queen.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''A desiccated hand lifts me, and turning from the eyeless rows of soldiers ready to give their unlife in service, presents me to another. I feel the sudden warmth of life as a new hand grips me. I feel the beating heart of a human who turns to face his living brethren kneeling before him in deference. I sense an uneasiness from my new master, and despite his words of assurance to his people that they will be free of the yoke of the elves, I wonder if he will soon become one of the eyeless soldiers standing behind him.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The thrum of marching drowns out all sound, a small contingent of the living surrounded by legions of the dead. The looming shadow of black Maelshyve stands ominous behind, watching silently for the barren plains to be breached by the enemy. How long they waited, could not be known, for the forges of the keep made dark clouds so thick that they blotted out the light. My master did not light a torch, for the dead legions surrounding us do not need light to see - and it would be foolish to stand like a beacon for the enemy.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The sound of a horn echoes across the blasted plains and then another and another rise up in challenge to the reign of chaos that has consumed the world. The thunder of armor-shod feet and the battle cries of those foolish enough to challenge death itself enter the fields as a wave. The human that holds me bellows commands to his company - standing fast against his enemy - his heartbeat quickens, not with fear - but with determination and the bitterness of hate. Around him, the legions of the dead remain silent, the only sounds are the clash of weapons and the screams of the living.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The clash of battle is finally upon us, as the axe of a dwarf is blocked and I am swung around to slice his throat with my sharp edge. An elven bowman is bashed from a charge, his face a ruin of flesh and blood and bone. The grey ash of the forges falls upon us like desolate snow, the wreckage of death a colorful tapestry upon the pale canvas.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The bodies twitch, then slowly contort as they rise again to their feet, shambling toward a desiccated creature which stands as taller than any elf and possessing a crown of bones. The creature’s eyes blaze with an ominous red hue captured within dark sockets of its skull. The crackle of bone and magic add to the cacophony of the banshees’ wails and the blood curdling screams of those that die painfully in their wake. <br /> <br /> <br /> ''The human that wields me, falters. Visions of death and the rise of unlife surround us. A beating heart in the middle of all this, the palpable sense of fear bubbling up that even I can feel such dread. This will not do. I am a bulwark to the dark fortress and will serve still after this human is absorbed into the legion.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The battle ebbs and flows like the tide, the legions pressed back toward the black walls and then surge forward as the fallen rise again to turn against their own. The dull monotone of uttered magic is heard echoing against the sky and in an instant the sky cracks open in flame as horrors from other valences pour forth. These creatures rend flesh from bone and scorch the ground where they walk. The human’s heart race and I taste his fear.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The creatures push against the sea of dead aside and begin to tear at the walls of Maelshyve itself. An unending wave continues to escape through more and more tears in the veil. Something gives chase to us, and I feel heat like the forge gaining as the human runs in fear. A single misstep sends the human tumbling. He rolls to place me over him, as a claw rending into the metal. The human is too slow, and the creature’s other claw tears a gash in his throat. ''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''I feel the life quickly drain from the human beneath me, but then suddenly grow cold. His dead hand takes hold, and rises to again join the legion. As he shuffles forward, an explosion rips past and I am overtaken by nothing.'' &lt;/span&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Weather has gotten considerably colder than I am used to. But Lessons are Lessons. <br /> <br /> <br /> ''Braids''&lt;br&gt;<br /> *A Warriors single braid &lt;br&gt;<br /> This purpose is to keep the hair out of their way. But also keeps it from being easily grabbed by an enemy. The length of the braid is representative of the Warrior's prowess in battle. For if an enemy does grab it, they can easily slice it off in a single cut.<br /> *Warlock is 2<br /> *Temple is 3<br /> *Council is 5 - know your council &quot;Ta'la'hai, Ta'a'flach, Ta'lo'mah, Ta'krak'th, Ku'utare.<br /> *Highlord is 7<br /> <br /> This was followed by another lengthy Lesson of the Ancient Tongue. Notes include: <br /> <br /> ''Times of day:''<br /> :Dawn - sh'soci'q<br /> :Morning - um'ni<br /> :Noon - ta'soci'q<br /> :Afternoon - she'ri<br /> :Dusk - ku'soci'q<br /> :Evening - sh'rein<br /> :Midnight- shon'shtar'rein<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Victory before Pride, While one can haste a strike with a weapon, it leaves them vulnerable if they miss the timing. But there is a better way, in the case of a bard a stunning shout instead - which allows them to keep up defenses, and in some situations that is the better option.<br /> Always remember - ''Victory before pride. And a victory is given to those that are not dead.''<br /> <br /> I wonder at what cost is a Victory a Victory if you're not proud of what you did?<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> There are THREE forms of power. <br /> :There is the power of KNOWLEDGE. This is learning and studying information. This is the strongest point of the Temple caste. &lt;br&gt;<br /> :The second is MANIPULATION. This is the ability to convince and redirect others to accomplish something. This is the specialty of the Warlock Caste &lt;br&gt;<br /> :The power of WILL.. or Force of Will is the ability to lead, inspire or even intimidate. This is expected and required for the Warrior Caste. &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> (''notes are reiterated again below:'')&lt;br&gt;<br /> Power of Knowledge is the specialty of Temple Caste | Power of Manipulation is the specialty of Warlock Caste |Power of Will is the specialty of Warrior Caste<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> The points of reflection on the path of The Way &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aka: The Way Notes &amp; Manifesto<br /> ''' ''Family, Survival, Self-Perfection, Opinion, Power, Honor, Unity, Family'' '''<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Today’s lessons were the depth understanding of the tenants we live by is given to us by Noi'sho'rah and Tah'lad's example. Very in-depth as always, &lt;s&gt;just like back in Eh’lah listening to them drone on and on.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> 1. Don’t limit yourself to the static of philosophies of religion and idealism. I know this from the day I knew my name. Learn from the Akrati, do not emulate them<br /> 2. There is no good or evil, only Right or Wrong.<br /> 3. Recognize the strength and purpose in others. Everyone has a use, or can be used as a tool in some way.<br /> 4. Achieve harmony within ourselves by challenging both mind and body. Balance, it’s all about Balance.<br /> 5. We do not let ourselves to be controlled by the tools of emotions. This is the toughest one for me. Punishments have been applied more than once in aiding me to learn this lesson. <br /> 6. Do not hold pride over victory. . . . We are a people of unity.<br /> 7. Do not tolerate weakness. This is obvious. Excuses are only good for those who make them.<br /> 8. We do not allow living any born or yet unborn of Dhe’nar that is not pure. Such couplings that result in tainted offspring weaken our bloodline. Any that disregard this law betrays the Family and forfeits the privilege of being Dhe’nar. . . again I have known this since the first breath I took.<br /> 9. All those who have Lost their way, can find it again. They can return to us if they choose the path of enlightenment. It’s never too late; I will help lead them if possible.<br /> 10. Knowledge above all things. Knowledge truly is power<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> FAENDRYL VS DHE’NAR <br /> <br /> Similarities: Certainty of superiority, desire for power in various forms, disliked by other cultures<br /> <br /> Differences: View of place in the world, afterlife, interactions with other cultures<br /> <br /> Faendryl want power now, for personal gain and will backstab their own to get it. It's reactive power goals, and not always based in real skill or ability.<br /> <br /> Dhe'nar want to earn power in an afterlife, so they seek perfection in themselves and in their race. They are proactive in that aim, via bloodlines, castes and tests so everything earned is respected and obtained on merit. Dhe'nar are thinking toward elevating their entire population, not just individuals.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Eleventh month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Honor seems to be todays focus.<br /> <br /> A discussion regarding honor seem to spread throughout the halls of the Tower this evening. <br /> There seem to be a few perspectives to it. The whole thing revealed to me that honor to one is not always the honor of another. An honor for a shira’qa is to serve her Mis’ri. But the Honor of the Family is a code of conduct of unity. It is the roots of our tree . . . it is Dignity and Respect . <br /> <br /> Personal honor is determined internally by one’s own commitment to life. Some say this is predetermined ethics. My intentions and my actions determine my honor, not the thoughts of others. I know right from wrong. However, It is not always black and white. So I will have to do the best that I can and live a life of honor that holds truth and purity of intentions. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Today the Ta’la’hai Avaia showed me a tome. <br /> <br /> It was an amethyst-set rolaren tome: ''A wide circle was carved from the engraved black rolaren in the center of the cover, and that space is filled by dark-hued amethysts that combine with obsidian to form the Dhe'nar crest. The rolaren, obsidian, and amethyst had been joined together so skillfully that the crest is as flat as a mirror, with no cracks or ridges between pieces. Lettering on the first page could be dimly seen through the translucent crest, though the amethyst and obsidian cast too many shadows for it to be legible.''<br /> <br /> Power is everything.&lt;br&gt;<br /> A tear. A rock. The air we breathe. The cry of a broken heart and the scream of a young sylph finding release in death. There is untapped, innate power in all that is around us. One need only to hold the key to unlock the great potential in the world in order to fully understand what it is to be power itself.<br /> <br /> One need only to tap into this vast reserve to achieve the unthinkable, the unimaginable . . . the unexplainable acts of greatness that shape and define the world, or tear all that is known down around its inhabitants.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> It is founded within the castes – <br /> <br /> Temple caste focus on internal, how to empower the people through the Way and through the bloodline. Spiritual development.<br /> <br /> Warlock focuses on how to control - how to gain power from the world around them and manipulate it to serve their own purpose.<br /> <br /> Warrior protects the people, and do not have lofty ambitions beyond their prowess and honor in battle.<br /> <br /> I have lofty ambitions and believe in the First Born's blood line. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I was sent to Ta'a'flach Archious for a task and to ask about his caste. I do not believe he has time for the likes of me, being q’hala but I also know he believes in my strength and knows I will not be q'hala forever. He managed to pull away from his books and look at me, even if it was just for a moment. But in that moment, I could see in his eyes, I was as something other than a possible subject for his experiments. His task for me was to answer the question about the Essence of the magical flows. He was busy and despite the answer being quick on my tongue so was the dismissal. With the time, I ended up giving it a great deal of thought and study to his question after all. <br /> <br /> <br /> I had to understand what magic really is on its own. On its own it is nothing. It cannot create or destroy, despite how it may seem or look. It is basically the art of taking what is already there and bending and forming it like any other tool to serve its user<br /> <br /> <br /> Magic, on its own, is nothing. Magic cannot create, and it does not destroy, despite appearances to the contrary. At its core, magic is the art of taking what is already there and bending and twisting it until it serves the function one would like. The Wizard does not create a flame any more than the act of striking a match does, it simply coalesces and frees the ambient flame in the area. Thus, the basis of magic is taking a desired pattern and coercing the local forces into it.<br /> <br /> <br /> Transformation, self-control and focus. The will for it to be this way. Ta’a’flach Archious summarized it for me as he gave his approval. The flows of energy are what they are. They take the form imposed upon them by the caster's will.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Next I was sent to the Libri Eoghain to seek answers of what he believed with the Temple Caste.<br /> <br /> <br /> Each time our paths cross I feel a kindred soul to him. His treatment was that of the community as in my youth. Empowered in the knowing of being one of the First Born. <br /> <br /> <br /> He spoke of all the caste but struck home hardest with this comment. So much so, I am thinking of making sure I slip it into My telling. &lt;br&gt;<br /> ''&quot;The Temple caste rules our entire society. We are the caste that has not only devoted ourselves to the practice of the Way, but also to its exploration on a physical and philosophical level. The Temple is the shining beacon around which our society revolves.&quot;''<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows and the winds ensure you can feel the coldness of its touch tickling every exposed piece of flesh it can find. Cross the Lake of Fear for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and mourn the loss of good humor. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.<br /> <br /> <br /> Ta’la’hai Avaia sends me to find Mnar for lessons on the Warrior Caste. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == First month of the year 5121: ==<br /> <br /> Keeping a journal is getting tougher for me, the weight of papers and they are always getting in the way of other things I must keep with me. I have stuffed it in the locker more than a few times and this has caused a lapse in keeping my writing up. But not so much that the important lessons are lost.<br /> <br /> The question of “Have you always succeeded in seeing your plans to fruition?” was asked by the Ta’la’hai Avaia, may she always remain in Power. &lt;br&gt;<br /> I didn’t reply correctly. This then became Mis’ri’s duty to show me why the answer was incorrect. The other q’hala Leshe was the smarter one when posed with the question too.<br /> <br /> <br /> My answer was, &quot;I do not think anyone’s plans always come to fruit, there is always a chance of failure.&quot; &lt;br&gt;<br /> The Ta’la’hai said I lacked confidence. I have seen the error of the answer I gave, and what I have now come to understand.<br /> <br /> The correct answer clarified by my Mis'ri is: <br /> Eii, because I have learned how to adapt and survive. While my first plan may not play out how I liked, I will come up with an alternative, change it, and alter my goal. In the end I will still be sure to be victorious despite setbacks.<br /> <br /> <br /> I have taken this lesson to heart, because it defines who we are as Dhe'nar. I was reminded that we do not give up, else we would not have survived. We adapt, we change and we evolve.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows And in the distance you hear the wind howl as it races out across the lands seeking answers it can never hear. No more crossing the Lake of Fear for spells, but now stand in a room suffering the stench of unwashed bodies. Time passes slowly and my knowledge, strength and impatience grows.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Second month of the year 5121: ==<br /> <br /> Lessons have stopped. My Telling is at hand...&lt;br&gt;<br /> A Q'hala must do the following tasks for the Telling:<br /> * A presentation about oneself, and what brings me from Eh'lah.<br /> * A presentation about the Warrior caste. <br /> * A presentation about the monk profession.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Shortly after my telling, I was corrected on part of my telling regarding the Temple being the center of our society. I have seen the error of my ways and now know, All Castes are equally shared in the power, not just one. They work in unity. <br /> <br /> <br /> == Final Entry, Tilamaires, day 16 of the month Fashanos in the year 5121 ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Today is the day I turn my little blue leather journal over to Tah’lon Vorrith after the Great Hunt. <br /> <br /> <br /> Whatever Happens, I would like him to finish the story for me and be proud of his q’hala. <br /> <br /> <br /> With this journal I present him with the chrism trinket that I have worn around my neck hidden beneath my under robes next to the flesh. May it serve him as it has me. It is somewhat hard to look at but if he wears it close to his heart as I did, he will be fine. The end of my q’hala training is left for him to fill in.<br /> <br /> :::signed, <br /> ::::::Tabubu ~<br /> ::::::::::::---,--}--‘—{(@ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ==Definitions (player created lore/language not otherwise specified)==<br /> <br /> * q'halae = (plural). Student of The Way, Dhe'nar only. Generally treated less than a slave, in order to teach true humility so that they understand pride. Female is q'hala, male is q'hali.<br /> <br /> *Warriors = in reference to the Warrior Caste of Dhe'nar. The four castes being Warlock, Temple, Warrior and Worker.<br /> <br /> *First Born = The Dhe'nar, or 'dyari' in the native tongue. Dhe'nar are very pure blood oriented in their lineages, so they believe theirs to be untainted from the first elves.<br /> <br /> *pakra = A heretic. Someone that does not follow The Way.<br /> <br /> *The Way = the cultural philosophy of the Dhe'nar, that turned aside the political ambition and segregation of the elven Houses and seeks perfection in self improvement. It is an ideal that they will some day ascend above the Drakes as a people.<br /> <br /> *Ta'la'hai = High Lord. This is the title of the highest ranking Dhe'nar of any organized population (ie. city or outpost). In this instance, Ta'la'hai here refers to the leader of the Obsidian Tower in [[Wehnimer's Landing]]. Ta'la'hah is the female version, though Avaia prefers the male title.<br /> <br /> *Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta. = This is a portion of the 'Mantra of the Magi', taught to Warlock caste members though it is still important to all castes. Gnosa is the root word for knowledge, kris is the root word for power. (Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything.)<br /> <br /> *mis'ri = master. As students are (often) treated as less than a slave in their training, the same word is used for a teacher as it is for the master of a slave. Mis'ri is male, mis'ra is female.<br /> <br /> *shira'qa = personal slave. They perform essential support for a prominent Dhe'nar.<br /> <br /> *Lorekeeper = term used for a bard.<br /> <br /> *mher = my<br /> <br /> *Ta’stry’noi = new word for the position of Essence. Old term was Ta'a'flach, which was 'High Blade', pulled from the wizard term of kris a'flach. Both terms are acceptable usage and vary depending on the generation of (Tower) Dhe'nar.<br /> <br /> *Libri = new word for the position of Balance. Old term was Ku'utare, which was 'Not crooked, or Not tainted'. Both terms are acceptable usage and vary depending on the generation of (Tower) Dhe'nar.<br /> <br /> <br /> ==See Also==<br /> * [[Dhe'nar]]<br /> * Official Site of the CHE Organization [[Obsidian Tower]]<br /> * [[https://sites.google.com/site/dhenarculturelore/home]]</div>

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<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{creative-work | title = A Q'hala's First Year | type = essay | author-displayed = [[Tabubu (prime)]]}}<br /> [[Category:Player Crafted Dhe'nar Lore]]<br /> {{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu, the q'hala - as rendered by Elena Nedeleva<br /> |image= [[Image:Tabubu_qhala.jpg]]<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; '''<br /> == Journal of Tabubu, The start of her path and q'halae training==<br /> ''' &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> I can still hear her whisper upon my ear as we crouched down behind the dense foliage watching the newly raised warrior caste. Her tone hushed and demanding, &quot;My girl...''my girl''...don’t lie to me. Tell me where did you sleep last night?&quot; I did not bother to turn my head to face her. She knew, and the words really were not needed because she went on without pause. “What will you do when they discover what you have ''done''? Where will you go!?&quot; All I know is - I can’t go back. The very thought caused me to shiver through and through. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == First Month of the Year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Arrived in a place known as [[Ta'Vaalor]] today. A good place to start, or so it is said by all the Warriors. The guards stopped me at the gate demanding I get papers if I planned on spending any length of time in the city. I can get them at the Town Hall. Since I was a new face, they will give me a little time to acquire such papers. Their eyes upon me spoke volumes despite the civil tongues they presented. What am I thinking? Why am I doing this and not facing the fate handed to me? <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I have been searching for a slave since I got here with no avail. I see they are not surprised by my appearance and have witnessed a few First Born among the crowds. <br /> <br /> I have settled in a bit and now seek the path of the Way. . . I keep my studies up, and focus my center core culling the nasties surrounding the area. Each day strengthens me and I can feel my self-Power growing. I am beginning to know who I am. If I could only find one damn decent slave to skin for me.<br /> <br /> I have drawn the attention of another First Born at last. Our eyes met and he is silent. He seems to know so much yet wants nothing to do with anyone else unless he truly must. I cannot make my eyes meet his again. Not yet, I need to become stronger. More Powerful. I will know when it is time. His name is Telare.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Word has finally reached the right ears, finally. I have started to believe that this was going to be my forever punishment for leaving the comforts of [[Eh'lah]]. Just mentioning that I was seeking a slave has put more than one resident of Ta’Vaalor up in arms. They are horrified by this idea. But no matter, luck has blessed my Way this day. I am purchasing an [[Iyo]] from the jungles of [[Mist Harbor]]. The shaman I am purchasing him from swears that he can skin, just doesn’t build well and has become to lazy for the hard work they require of their own. I will beat it out of him, this Iyo will be serving tea and skinning with great honor by the time I have finished with him. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows and the sound of the world echoes upon the winds of time and we move on. Come for spells, play a few games of minis and mock the pakras in good humor. Well humor for me at least. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> The Iyo slave has proven difficult but as the time draws near he will have to do. Did I mention that I applied for the Library position on the [[Isle of the Four Winds]]? Knowledge is Power, a place of knowledge. This must be what my path is meant to take; THE WAY, it must be meant to be this. The interview is in a few days, I will have to work diligently upon the back of that lazy Iyo. He often escapes but is never hard to find when it comes to meal time. Thumping him only echoes a hollow sound from within that thick skull of his. But all will be forgiven if he can complete this one time successfully. I wonder if it is possible to return the Iyo for a different one.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Today was the interview. The Iyo served the tea, barely. The questions asked were dull. This might not be the way for me after all. I did not feel satisfaction at the end of any of it. Just empty and wanting for more. I failed myself. This was a setback; not even the proper teaching to the Iyo would bring me pleasure. I will find solace in the arms of battle. Up close and personal so I can break everything and anything I touch<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows, and the sound of the world echo’s upon the winds of time and we move on. Come for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and I continue to mock the pakras in good humor. Well humor for me at least. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.<br /> <br /> <br /> == Fifth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> ''The entry into the book this time is written with a hard pressed quill tip, the words seem to mark the paper with pressure and scratched in words more than ink.''<br /> <br /> The Iyo ran away, I do not even care. Good riddance. I could not afford to feed the little bugger anymore. He just ate and ate and grew rounder and rounder. It took a stick to make him realize his free meals where done with, I should of just fed him to Qitha. (Qitha being Tolbort's cat.) <br /> I admit it, My temper has been foul even compared to wild Krolvins. <br /> <br /> But To add fuel to today’s flames, an elf dragged one of the First Born from [[Ta'Illistim]] to &quot;fetch&quot; me. To. . . TO FETCH ME? I lost control and snapped at her for such traitorous notions. Who was ''she'' to send someone to fetch for me, and then when the others I sit with in the Courts of Vaalor saw who she brought; a roar raged in my ears. [[Talinvor]]. If it had not been the situation as such, I might of paid more attention to the Dhe’nar before me. How dare they speak so of one of the First Born. What did these pakras understand of our culture? Even worse who was this elf to do this. I will rip off her head and spit down her neck the first chance I get. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Sixth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> Fun and games in the Courtyard in Vaalor has changed. It is becoming more and more apparent now that my being of the Pure Blood and my beliefs are not exactly ''tolerated''. As my strength grows and they bear witness to my growing in strength and Power, I believe they start to fear me. You can see it in how they act towards me, the glances from the corner of their eyes. The hushed murmurs and ignoring of my words when spoken out. It is becoming clearer and clearer it is time for me to move on. Time to see if there are other Dhe'nar about I can attempt to make bonds with. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> A festival came through. Lo and behold, I now have a better means of travel. I purchased a tortoise. He is beautiful to behold, the greenest of shells to make the jungles of Eh'lah envious. The delicate bells I put upon his harness tinkle so lightly they make a soft music. I have never been good at naming my pets. Slaves have always gotten to keep their names due to my lack of desire to do such. To make a long story short, I let the old human, Torbot name him. ''Soup''. It amused me and seems fitting. That shell would make the most excellent cook pot if worse ever comes to worse. Not that it would. I already have grown attached to the large beast. <br /> <br /> <br /> == Seventh month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> I have managed to cross paths with the Dhe’nar, Talinvor once more. This time I paid attention. He is a bard and of the [[Obsidian Tower]], a place where other First Born and the [[Khanshael]] are family. A place of unity. I move forward on my path a few steps again it seems. The urgency of finding MY Way starts to itch my soul once more. I will join them for a hunt, it has all been arranged.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Hunts have gone extremely well. I fight among those much more powerful then I. Including the Ta'la'hai Avaia. They let me learn and fight with them without letting me die and without coddling. I have killed a beast 70 times more skilled then I this day! I have found the rush of life thrumming through my veins once more. I want to become part of the Tower. Just when I have thought my way was to be lost, it seems to have given me a direction to go once more.<br /> <br /> <br /> == Eighth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> *I come to the Tower this evening to petition for my induction and becoming united with those within.<br /> *I come in honor and I walk in power this very moment that I stand before them, willing to prove myself to one and all within the Tower.<br /> *I come to show that I have chosen this as my Way. <br /> <br /> It is taught to us from historians and scholars, that in order to find ones Way, you need someone who has already walked their path and found their Way. Only can one hope to truly learn from such a person as all of them. To have the aid and instruction with the proper knowledge and feel this is what was needed to strengthen in my power. <br /> <br /> Thus, my path has led me here, and I seek to join the family of the Tower. I offer my life to all within, to defend the family with my dying breath and beyond if possible or needed.<br /> <br /> ''Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta.''<br /> Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows And in the distance you hear the wind whisper to every ear it caresses. “It is time. Time for the Obsidian Tower to Rise again.&quot; I cross the Lake of Fear for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and I mock the pakras in good humor. Well humor for me at least. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I was granted permission to be q’hala and assigned to Talinvor to be my mis’ri.<br /> I am apprehensive because he has also just recently acquired a shira’qa. Feels like history repeating itself before I even get started. Should I be alluring as Priestess are in the Temple? Should I use the skills I have only witnessed to ensure proper teaching this time? Time will tell. I will work at proper etiquette and do my best and watch wearily. The Lorekeeper has a reputation that makes me nervous.<br /> <br /> <br /> == Ninth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> Fate is a fickle mistress it is said. I met a woman by the name of Mistress Hepit. She worked art as if it was a caress of life upon the skin of many. I sensed she did not like to touch anyone at the same time it was the price to pay for her wonderful works of art. So it was worth it to her. The piece of art moved me so, that I have taken up this passion with her. Upon my second crossing of her path it was agreed I would become her apprentice, but only after I finished q’hala training. The path to the Way has shown me a junction. I will stay true to the path I am on. Then look for this way once more.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> (Scribbled in a quick hand:)&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Mis’ri Talinvor does love to hear the sound of his own voice. My tongue lacks the finesse for the ancient tongue and it grates on him. That is visible upon his face, regardless how he lounges upon the sofa in the tea parlor. I should jot down a few notes here.''<br /> <br /> Professions was one of the first things I learned:<br /> <br /> *wizard = kris'a flach (blade of power. lit. &quot;power blade&quot;)<br /> *sorcerer = misri me'thor (master of pain)<br /> *empath = ni su me'thor (stealer of pain)<br /> *cleric/priest = lo'mah (f)/lo'mai (m) (lit. priestess/priest)<br /> *bard = misri su'gnosa (master of knowledge)<br /> *ranger = ni su khadesh (stealer of shadows)<br /> *rogue = khadesh'a flach (blade of shadow. lit. &quot;shadow blade&quot;)<br /> *warrior = liastha'a (warrior!)<br /> <br /> Written separately from the rest: <br /> <br /> Monk = Nuja’Tah Fighter spiritualist <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Part of my tasks will be to perform a Telling to reveal my background and how I came here. Then to apply discourse to my caste and finally my profession. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> (Scribbled in a quick hand again:)<br /> <br /> ''Lessons of symbols, and thrones. I wrote an in-depth paper on this, please refer to that for the entirety of the lesson. Quick notes however are:''<br /> <br /> (Currently)<br /> :The throne of Balance is made of Glaes, and currently held by Libri Eoghain<br /> :The Throne of Warlod is made of Rolaren, and currently held by Ta'krak'th Xeta<br /> :The Throne of the Essence is made of Onyx, and currently held by Ta'a'flach [[Archious|Archious]]<br /> :The Throne of Emmisary is made of Black Ora and was last held by our current Ta’la’hai Avaia.<br /> :The Throne of our Ta’la’hai, may she remain forever, is the Obsidian Chair and representing the Highlord.<br /> <br /> And as days pass the worst of worst more language lessons. My tongue still grates against mher Mis'ri<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> It is at this point that I have learned that mher Mis'ri Talinvor will be reading this journal and I should be keeping record of our Lessons and thoughts regarding them. What is written is written. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows And in the distance you hear the winds laughter echoing outwards. Cross the Lake of Fear for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and mourn the loss of good humor. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Ta’stry’noi Archious graced my lessons this day. I am unsure if it was to ensure my studies were going well or if he had high hopes that I was going to be given to him for experiments. He did offer wise words.<br /> ''Know thy enemy and their weakness.''<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> (Scribbled notes in haste:)<br /> :Power is Everything<br /> :Emotion betrays truth<br /> :Truth is knowledge<br /> :Knowledge is Power<br /> :Power creates Magic<br /> :Magic creates Truth<br /> :Truth is Knowledge<br /> :Knowledge is Power<br /> :Power is Everything<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Tenth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Shield expedition, too much to write and note of. I am cleaning off debris and one of the first to hold, in honor, a shield found possibly from a time long before me. In the time of [[Despana]] and the great battle itself. [[Rhoska-tor]] the location of [[Maelshyve]], and where the Dhe'nar lived for eons before moving to [[Sharath]]. <br /> <br /> (OOC note: The following is the loresong created/presented by the group for a shield found under the guidance of the Ta'Illistim curator, [[Zenlynn Veythorne Illistim]].)<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;wikitable&quot; style=&quot;background-color:#eee;&quot; cellpadding=&quot;25&quot; cellspacing=&quot;25&quot;<br /> |-<br /> | &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:120&gt; <br /> ''The bellows sound in the caverns deep below the earth like the roars of the Drakes of auld. The pound of hammers upon metal, staccato in its sharp pulse sounds like the beating heart of some great demon trapped by the rocks of Rhoska-Tor. The coppery scent of blood rises from the trough used to quench the heat of the forging and diamond used to etch my name in between the polished leather straps made from the hide of our elven enemy. The dark sculpture of my creation gleams in the dim orange glow. “Morna” is my name, and I am a bulwark made to serve the army of the undead queen.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''A desiccated hand lifts me, and turning from the eyeless rows of soldiers ready to give their unlife in service, presents me to another. I feel the sudden warmth of life as a new hand grips me. I feel the beating heart of a human who turns to face his living brethren kneeling before him in deference. I sense an uneasiness from my new master, and despite his words of assurance to his people that they will be free of the yoke of the elves, I wonder if he will soon become one of the eyeless soldiers standing behind him.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The thrum of marching drowns out all sound, a small contingent of the living surrounded by legions of the dead. The looming shadow of black Maelshyve stands ominous behind, watching silently for the barren plains to be breached by the enemy. How long they waited, could not be known, for the forges of the keep made dark clouds so thick that they blotted out the light. My master did not light a torch, for the dead legions surrounding us do not need light to see - and it would be foolish to stand like a beacon for the enemy.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The sound of a horn echoes across the blasted plains and then another and another rise up in challenge to the reign of chaos that has consumed the world. The thunder of armor-shod feet and the battle cries of those foolish enough to challenge death itself enter the fields as a wave. The human that holds me bellows commands to his company - standing fast against his enemy - his heartbeat quickens, not with fear - but with determination and the bitterness of hate. Around him, the legions of the dead remain silent, the only sounds are the clash of weapons and the screams of the living.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The clash of battle is finally upon us, as the axe of a dwarf is blocked and I am swung around to slice his throat with my sharp edge. An elven bowman is bashed from a charge, his face a ruin of flesh and blood and bone. The grey ash of the forges falls upon us like desolate snow, the wreckage of death a colorful tapestry upon the pale canvas.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The bodies twitch, then slowly contort as they rise again to their feet, shambling toward a desiccated creature which stands as taller than any elf and possessing a crown of bones. The creature’s eyes blaze with an ominous red hue captured within dark sockets of its skull. The crackle of bone and magic add to the cacophony of the banshees’ wails and the blood curdling screams of those that die painfully in their wake. <br /> <br /> <br /> ''The human that wields me, falters. Visions of death and the rise of unlife surround us. A beating heart in the middle of all this, the palpable sense of fear bubbling up that even I can feel such dread. This will not do. I am a bulwark to the dark fortress and will serve still after this human is absorbed into the legion.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The battle ebbs and flows like the tide, the legions pressed back toward the black walls and then surge forward as the fallen rise again to turn against their own. The dull monotone of uttered magic is heard echoing against the sky and in an instant the sky cracks open in flame as horrors from other valences pour forth. These creatures rend flesh from bone and scorch the ground where they walk. The human’s heart race and I taste his fear.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The creatures push against the sea of dead aside and begin to tear at the walls of Maelshyve itself. An unending wave continues to escape through more and more tears in the veil. Something gives chase to us, and I feel heat like the forge gaining as the human runs in fear. A single misstep sends the human tumbling. He rolls to place me over him, as a claw rending into the metal. The human is too slow, and the creature’s other claw tears a gash in his throat. ''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''I feel the life quickly drain from the human beneath me, but then suddenly grow cold. His dead hand takes hold, and rises to again join the legion. As he shuffles forward, an explosion rips past and I am overtaken by nothing.'' &lt;/span&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Weather has gotten considerably colder than I am used to. But Lessons are Lessons. <br /> <br /> <br /> ''Braids''&lt;br&gt;<br /> *A Warriors single braid &lt;br&gt;<br /> This purpose is to keep the hair out of their way. But also keeps it from being easily grabbed by an enemy. The length of the braid is representative of the Warrior's prowess in battle. For if an enemy does grab it, they can easily slice it off in a single cut.<br /> *Warlock is 2<br /> *Temple is 3<br /> *Council is 5 - know your council &quot;Ta'la'hai, Ta'a'flach, Ta'lo'mah, Ta'krak'th, Ku'utare.<br /> *Highlord is 7<br /> <br /> This was followed by another lengthy Lesson of the Ancient Tongue. Notes include: <br /> <br /> ''Times of day:''<br /> :Dawn - sh'soci'q<br /> :Morning - um'ni<br /> :Noon - ta'soci'q<br /> :Afternoon - she'ri<br /> :Dusk - ku'soci'q<br /> :Evening - sh'rein<br /> :Midnight- shon'shtar'rein<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Victory before Pride, While one can haste a strike with a weapon, it leaves them vulnerable if they miss the timing. But there is a better way, in the case of a bard a stunning shout instead - which allows them to keep up defenses, and in some situations that is the better option.<br /> Always remember - ''Victory before pride. And a victory is given to those that are not dead.''<br /> <br /> I wonder at what cost is a Victory a Victory if you're not proud of what you did?<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> There are THREE forms of power. <br /> :There is the power of KNOWLEDGE. This is learning and studying information. This is the strongest point of the Temple caste. &lt;br&gt;<br /> :The second is MANIPULATION. This is the ability to convince and redirect others to accomplish something. This is the specialty of the Warlock Caste &lt;br&gt;<br /> :The power of WILL.. or Force of Will is the ability to lead, inspire or even intimidate. This is expected and required for the Warrior Caste. &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> (''notes are reiterated again below:'')&lt;br&gt;<br /> Power of Knowledge is the specialty of Temple Caste | Power of Manipulation is the specialty of Warlock Caste |Power of Will is the specialty of Warrior Caste<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> The points of reflection on the path of The Way &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aka: The Way Notes &amp; Manifesto<br /> ''' ''Family, Survival, Self-Perfection, Opinion, Power, Honor, Unity, Family'' '''<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Today’s lessons were the depth understanding of the tenants we live by is given to us by Noi'sho'rah and Tah'lad's example. Very in-depth as always, &lt;s&gt;just like back in Eh’lah listening to them drone on and on.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> 1. Don’t limit yourself to the static of philosophies of religion and idealism. I know this from the day I knew my name. Learn from the Akrati, do not emulate them<br /> 2. There is no good or evil, only Right or Wrong.<br /> 3. Recognize the strength and purpose in others. Everyone has a use, or can be used as a tool in some way.<br /> 4. Achieve harmony within ourselves by challenging both mind and body. Balance, it’s all about Balance.<br /> 5. We do not let ourselves to be controlled by the tools of emotions. This is the toughest one for me. Punishments have been applied more than once in aiding me to learn this lesson. <br /> 6. Do not hold pride over victory. . . . We are a people of unity.<br /> 7. Do not tolerate weakness. This is obvious. Excuses are only good for those who make them.<br /> 8. We do not allow living any born or yet unborn of Dhe’nar that is not pure. Such couplings that result in tainted offspring weaken our bloodline. Any that disregard this law betrays the Family and forfeits the privilege of being Dhe’nar. . . again I have known this since the first breath I took.<br /> 9. All those who have Lost their way, can find it again. They can return to us if they choose the path of enlightenment. It’s never too late; I will help lead them if possible.<br /> 10. Knowledge above all things. Knowledge truly is power<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> FAENDRYL VS DHE’NAR <br /> <br /> Similarities: Certainty of superiority, desire for power in various forms, disliked by other cultures<br /> <br /> Differences: View of place in the world, afterlife, interactions with other cultures<br /> <br /> Faendryl want power now, for personal gain and will backstab their own to get it. It's reactive power goals, and not always based in real skill or ability.<br /> <br /> Dhe'nar want to earn power in an afterlife, so they seek perfection in themselves and in their race. They are proactive in that aim, via bloodlines, castes and tests so everything earned is respected and obtained on merit. Dhe'nar are thinking toward elevating their entire population, not just individuals.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Eleventh month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Honor seems to be todays focus.<br /> <br /> A discussion regarding honor seem to spread throughout the halls of the Tower this evening. <br /> There seem to be a few perspectives to it. The whole thing revealed to me that honor to one is not always the honor of another. An honor for a shira’qa is to serve her Mis’ri. But the Honor of the Family is a code of conduct of unity. It is the roots of our tree . . . it is Dignity and Respect . <br /> <br /> Personal honor is determined internally by one’s own commitment to life. Some say this is predetermined ethics. My intentions and my actions determine my honor, not the thoughts of others. I know right from wrong. However, It is not always black and white. So I will have to do the best that I can and live a life of honor that holds truth and purity of intentions. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Today the Ta’la’hai Avaia showed me a tome. <br /> <br /> It was an amethyst-set rolaren tome: ''A wide circle was carved from the engraved black rolaren in the center of the cover, and that space is filled by dark-hued amethysts that combine with obsidian to form the Dhe'nar crest. The rolaren, obsidian, and amethyst had been joined together so skillfully that the crest is as flat as a mirror, with no cracks or ridges between pieces. Lettering on the first page could be dimly seen through the translucent crest, though the amethyst and obsidian cast too many shadows for it to be legible.''<br /> <br /> Power is everything.&lt;br&gt;<br /> A tear. A rock. The air we breathe. The cry of a broken heart and the scream of a young sylph finding release in death. There is untapped, innate power in all that is around us. One need only to hold the key to unlock the great potential in the world in order to fully understand what it is to be power itself.<br /> <br /> One need only to tap into this vast reserve to achieve the unthinkable, the unimaginable . . . the unexplainable acts of greatness that shape and define the world, or tear all that is known down around its inhabitants.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> It is founded within the castes – <br /> <br /> Temple caste focus on internal, how to empower the people through the Way and through the bloodline. Spiritual development.<br /> <br /> Warlock focuses on how to control - how to gain power from the world around them and manipulate it to serve their own purpose.<br /> <br /> Warrior protects the people, and do not have lofty ambitions beyond their prowess and honor in battle.<br /> <br /> I have lofty ambitions and believe in the First Born's blood line. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I was sent to Ta'a'flach Archious for a task and to ask about his caste. I do not believe he has time for the likes of me, being q’hala but I also know he believes in my strength and knows I will not be q'hala forever. He managed to pull away from his books and look at me, even if it was just for a moment. But in that moment, I could see in his eyes, I was as something other than a possible subject for his experiments. His task for me was to answer the question about the Essence of the magical flows. He was busy and despite the answer being quick on my tongue so was the dismissal. With the time, I ended up giving it a great deal of thought and study to his question after all. <br /> <br /> <br /> I had to understand what magic really is on its own. On its own it is nothing. It cannot create or destroy, despite how it may seem or look. It is basically the art of taking what is already there and bending and forming it like any other tool to serve its user<br /> <br /> <br /> Magic, on its own, is nothing. Magic cannot create, and it does not destroy, despite appearances to the contrary. At its core, magic is the art of taking what is already there and bending and twisting it until it serves the function one would like. The Wizard does not create a flame any more than the act of striking a match does, it simply coalesces and frees the ambient flame in the area. Thus, the basis of magic is taking a desired pattern and coercing the local forces into it.<br /> <br /> <br /> Transformation, self-control and focus. The will for it to be this way. Ta’a’flach Archious summarized it for me as he gave his approval. The flows of energy are what they are. They take the form imposed upon them by the caster's will.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Next I was sent to the Libri Eoghain to seek answers of what he believed with the Temple Caste.<br /> <br /> <br /> Each time our paths cross I feel a kindred soul to him. His treatment was that of the community as in my youth. Empowered in the knowing of being one of the First Born. <br /> <br /> <br /> He spoke of all the caste but struck home hardest with this comment. So much so, I am thinking of making sure I slip it into My telling. &lt;br&gt;<br /> ''&quot;The Temple caste rules our entire society. We are the caste that has not only devoted ourselves to the practice of the Way, but also to its exploration on a physical and philosophical level. The Temple is the shining beacon around which our society revolves.&quot;''<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows and the winds ensure you can feel the coldness of its touch tickling every exposed piece of flesh it can find. Cross the Lake of Fear for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and mourn the loss of good humor. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.<br /> <br /> <br /> Ta’la’hai Avaia sends me to find Mnar for lessons on the Warrior Caste. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == First month of the year 5121: ==<br /> <br /> Keeping a journal is getting tougher for me, the weight of papers and they are always getting in the way of other things I must keep with me. I have stuffed it in the locker more than a few times and this has caused a lapse in keeping my writing up. But not so much that the important lessons are lost.<br /> <br /> The question of “Have you always succeeded in seeing your plans to fruition?” was asked by the Ta’la’hai Avaia, may she always remain in Power. &lt;br&gt;<br /> I didn’t reply correctly. This then became Mis’ri’s duty to show me why the answer was incorrect. The other q’hala Leshe was the smarter one when posed with the question too.<br /> <br /> <br /> My answer was, &quot;I do not think anyone’s plans always come to fruit, there is always a chance of failure.&quot; &lt;br&gt;<br /> The Ta’la’hai said I lacked confidence. I have seen the error of the answer I gave, and what I have now come to understand.<br /> <br /> The correct answer clarified by my Mis'ri is: <br /> Eii, because I have learned how to adapt and survive. While my first plan may not play out how I liked, I will come up with an alternative, change it, and alter my goal. In the end I will still be sure to be victorious despite setbacks.<br /> <br /> <br /> I have taken this lesson to heart, because it defines who we are as Dhe'nar. I was reminded that we do not give up, else we would not have survived. We adapt, we change and we evolve.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows And in the distance you hear the wind howl as it races out across the lands seeking answers it can never hear. No more crossing the Lake of Fear for spells, but now stand in a room suffering the stench of unwashed bodies. Time passes slowly and my knowledge, strength and impatience grows.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Second month of the year 5121: ==<br /> <br /> Lessons have stopped. My Telling is at hand...&lt;br&gt;<br /> A Q'hala must do the following tasks for the Telling:<br /> * A presentation about oneself, and what brings me from Eh'lah.<br /> * A presentation about the Warrior caste. <br /> * A presentation about the monk profession.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Shortly after my telling, I was corrected on part of my telling regarding the Temple being the center of our society. I have seen the error of my ways and now know, All Castes are equally shared in the power, not just one. They work in unity. <br /> <br /> <br /> == Final Entry, Tilamaires, day 16 of the month Fashanos in the year 5121 ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Today is the day I turn my little blue leather journal over to Tah’lon Vorrith after the Great Hunt. <br /> <br /> <br /> Whatever Happens, I would like him to finish the story for me and be proud of his q’hala. <br /> <br /> <br /> With this journal I present him with the chrism trinket that I have worn around my neck hidden beneath my under robes next to the flesh. May it serve him as it has me. It is somewhat hard to look at but if he wears it close to his heart as I did, he will be fine. The end of my q’hala training is left for him to fill in.<br /> <br /> :::signed, <br /> ::::::Tabubu ~<br /> ::::::::::::---,--}--‘—{(@ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ==Definitions (player created lore/language not otherwise specified)==<br /> <br /> * q'halae = (plural). Student of The Way, Dhe'nar only. Generally treated less than a slave, in order to teach true humility so that they understand pride. Female is q'hala, male is q'hali.<br /> <br /> *Warriors = in reference to the Warrior Caste of Dhe'nar. The four castes being Warlock, Temple, Warrior and Worker.<br /> <br /> *First Born = The Dhe'nar, or 'dyari' in the native tongue. Dhe'nar are very pure blood oriented in their lineages, so they believe theirs to be untainted from the first elves.<br /> <br /> *pakra = A heretic. Someone that does not follow The Way.<br /> <br /> *The Way = the cultural philosophy of the Dhe'nar, that turned aside the political ambition and segregation of the elven Houses and seeks perfection in self improvement. It is an ideal that they will some day ascend above the Drakes as a people.<br /> <br /> *Ta'la'hai = High Lord. This is the title of the highest ranking Dhe'nar of any organized population (ie. city or outpost). In this instance, Ta'la'hai here refers to the leader of the Obsidian Tower in [[Wehnimer's Landing]]. Ta'la'hah is the female version, though Avaia prefers the male title.<br /> <br /> *Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta. = This is a portion of the 'Mantra of the Magi', taught to Warlock caste members though it is still important to all castes. Gnosa is the root word for knowledge, kris is the root word for power. (Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything.)<br /> <br /> *mis'ri = master. As students are (often) treated as less than a slave in their training, the same word is used for a teacher as it is for the master of a slave. Mis'ri is male, mis'ra is female.<br /> <br /> *shira'qa = personal slave. They perform essential support for a prominent Dhe'nar.<br /> <br /> *Lorekeeper = term used for a bard.<br /> <br /> *mher = my<br /> <br /> *Ta’stry’noi = new word for the position of Essence. Old term was Ta'a'flach, which was 'High Blade', pulled from the wizard term of kris a'flach. Both terms are acceptable usage and vary depending on the generation of (Tower) Dhe'nar.<br /> <br /> *Libri = new word for the position of Balance. Old term was Ku'utare, which was 'Not crooked, or Not tainted'. Both terms are acceptable usage and vary depending on the generation of (Tower) Dhe'nar.<br /> <br /> <br /> ==See Also==<br /> * [[Dhe'nar]]<br /> * Official Site of the CHE Organization [[Obsidian Tower]]<br /> *[https://sites.google.com/site/dhenarculturelore/customs The Dhe'nar Culture and Lore Website]</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=168785 2022-06-10T14:00:23Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu<br /> |image= [[Image:Tabubu_-_by_Mnar.jpeg|thumb|As rendered by Mnar]]<br /> |caption=<br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste, Nuja'tah <br /> |profession= [[Monk]]<br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= The [[Obsidian Tower]]<br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Student, seeker and a state of complexity <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness<br /> |ptrait=<br /> |strait=<br /> |flaw= Enjoyed her q'halea (culture training) <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family, [[Obsidian Tower]] <br /> |weakness= Curiosity, and too blood thirsty for her own good at times. No sense of direction<br /> |habits= Riding her tortoise, &quot;Soup&quot; instead of walking anywhere, hunting past the need to, and seeking knowledge <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |soft=<br /> |likes= Power, answers, and sweets<br /> |dislikes= Being patted on the head and most halflings<br /> |loyalties= Obsidian Tower, Dhe'nar and The Way <br /> |town= Mist Harbor<br /> |town2= Ta'Vaalor<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> '''''Appearance''''' <br /> <br /> You see '''Tabubu'''<br /> <br /> <br /> She appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf.<br /> She is diminutive in height and has smooth, koa-toned skin.<br /> She has a thick linen cowl wreathing her shoulders and neck, the hood of which is pulled up around her head and casting shadows upon her features.<br /> She has a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist, and a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle.<br /> She is in good shape.<br /> She is wearing some deeply cowled heavy ink black robes with a pristinely white crisp linen underrobe underneath, a narrow leather girdle edged in scalloped copper chain, some leather handwraps, a nine-in-one copper chainmail anklet dangling fire opals, and a pair of soft ebon footwraps with reinforced heels.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the third circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Known Background'''''<br /> ----<br /> Tabubu came from the jungles of [[Eh'lah]] and takes pride bring one of the pure blood; one of the First Born. She has been groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the [[Arkati]]. When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this comes great responsibility.<br /> <br /> She was deemed worthy of the Temple Caste, Bathed in the Blood of Baptism. Her first eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others however, she was more in touch with the physical aspects of studies, to her it was a graceful dance. As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly special or not. She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders.<br /> <br /> As time progressed, she was then led into a strict regimen. She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But Tabubu would question everything and thus her teachers never felt she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this is what gave them cause of concern over her worthiness. <br /> <br /> Then began the part of life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully meted out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> Truth of ones soul is found in every Dhe'nar's heart at this point. Lessons of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple. Hers was one of Divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge. To prove to them that everyone can find their way, it is never to late. Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> A point came when she had to leave Eh'lah. This brought her to Ta'Vaalor, and then her path found its Way to The Obsidian Tower.<br /> <br /> For more information, Please read the Journal of Tabubu, &quot;[[A Q'hala's First Year]]&quot;.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Warrior Caste'''''<br /> ----<br /> It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way. It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean to act in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference in being courageous and in being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor, but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> Attributes of a Warrior also include Truth, Honor, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance.<br /> <br /> '''Tilamaires, the 1st day of Lumnea, in the year 5121 of Ta'la'hai Avaia's rule'''<br /> <br /> Last eve was the end of agreed terms of my lesson in the Way of the Warrior with Shorn'ri [[Mnar]]. <br /> <br /> His end point of the lesson was to show how to build a warrior who is happy no matter their circumstances, even when defeated or wounded. If you can be happy no matter your circumstances, you can do your duty regardless. No matter if it leads to your injury or even your death.<br /> The world is filled with warriors and soldiers who fear death, and this makes them more concerned with their own survival than anything else, when death is the most likely outcome of our duty in time anyways.<br /> <br /> What I learned from Mnar is not the same as what he meant to teach me though. Well not just what he meant to teach me. I do not agree completely with his lesson either, but I did learn. <br /> <br /> He introduced me to many knights, mercenaries, other fighters and to those that walked the Way of a Warrior that did not know they did such a thing. I was placed in groups of people that would rather see me dead then standing at Mnar’s right hand existing. I stood in large groups that found me a novelty and some that dismissed me completely.<br /> <br /> ''I still knew my worth.'' <br /> <br /> ''You see . . . . <br /> ''<br /> You can either be the victim and most likely will be all your life or you can choose to be a Warrior and stand up for what you think is right at any cost, not just for yourself but for those that can not do it for themselves as well. It not only includes the specializing in combat and warfare, but phycology too.<br /> <br /> I learned I didn’t have to like it and not everything is a fight that has to be fought. <br /> <br /> ''It is again Emotion betrays Truth lesson pounded into my soul.''<br /> <br /> And It does take the use of many virtues and morals. It is how the Warrior handles the situation that makes them who they are, the rest are all just titles and coin. <br /> <br /> All the transgressions against me committed during our time, and from this day forward '''ALL will be forgiven.'''<br /> <br /> And to show my appreciation for his time and effort to teach me. I gave a gift to honor him.<br /> I have worn it since the first day our lessons started, and kept it against my flesh over my heart. Perhaps it can help him when he has need.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> Nuja’Tah; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so ''I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.''<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so ''I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.''<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (taken from the Samurai's Creed)<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Words to Live By'''''<br /> <br /> Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> '''Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything'''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Training of Tabubu'''''<br /> <br /> [[A Q'hala's First Year]]<br /> *[https://sites.google.com/site/dhenarculturelore/customs The Dhe'nar Culture and Lore Website]</div>

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<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{creative-work | title = A Q'hala's First Year | type = essay | author-displayed = [[Tabubu (prime)]]}}<br /> [[Category:Player Crafted Dhe'nar Lore]]<br /> {{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu, the q'hala - as rendered by Elena Nedeleva<br /> |image= [[Image:Tabubu_qhala.jpg]]<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; '''<br /> == Journal of Tabubu, The start of her path and q'halae training==<br /> ''' &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> I can still hear her whisper upon my ear as we crouched down behind the dense foliage watching the newly raised warrior caste. Her tone hushed and demanding, &quot;My girl...''my girl''...don’t lie to me. Tell me where did you sleep last night?&quot; I did not bother to turn my head to face her. She knew, and the words really were not needed because she went on without pause. “What will you do when they discover what you have ''done''? Where will you go!?&quot; All I know is - I can’t go back. The very thought caused me to shiver through and through. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == First Month of the Year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Arrived in a place known as [[Ta'Vaalor]] today. A good place to start, or so it is said by all the Warriors. The guards stopped me at the gate demanding I get papers if I planned on spending any length of time in the city. I can get them at the Town Hall. Since I was a new face, they will give me a little time to acquire such papers. Their eyes upon me spoke volumes despite the civil tongues they presented. What am I thinking? Why am I doing this and not facing the fate handed to me? <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I have been searching for a slave since I got here with no avail. I see they are not surprised by my appearance and have witnessed a few First Born among the crowds. <br /> <br /> I have settled in a bit and now seek the path of the Way. . . I keep my studies up, and focus my center core culling the nasties surrounding the area. Each day strengthens me and I can feel my self-Power growing. I am beginning to know who I am. If I could only find one damn decent slave to skin for me.<br /> <br /> I have drawn the attention of another First Born at last. Our eyes met and he is silent. He seems to know so much yet wants nothing to do with anyone else unless he truly must. I cannot make my eyes meet his again. Not yet, I need to become stronger. More Powerful. I will know when it is time. His name is Telare.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Word has finally reached the right ears, finally. I have started to believe that this was going to be my forever punishment for leaving the comforts of [[Eh'lah]]. Just mentioning that I was seeking a slave has put more than one resident of Ta’Vaalor up in arms. They are horrified by this idea. But no matter, luck has blessed my Way this day. I am purchasing an [[Iyo]] from the jungles of [[Mist Harbor]]. The shaman I am purchasing him from swears that he can skin, just doesn’t build well and has become to lazy for the hard work they require of their own. I will beat it out of him, this Iyo will be serving tea and skinning with great honor by the time I have finished with him. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows and the sound of the world echoes upon the winds of time and we move on. Come for spells, play a few games of minis and mock the pakras in good humor. Well humor for me at least. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> The Iyo slave has proven difficult but as the time draws near he will have to do. Did I mention that I applied for the Library position on the [[Isle of the Four Winds]]? Knowledge is Power, a place of knowledge. This must be what my path is meant to take; THE WAY, it must be meant to be this. The interview is in a few days, I will have to work diligently upon the back of that lazy Iyo. He often escapes but is never hard to find when it comes to meal time. Thumping him only echoes a hollow sound from within that thick skull of his. But all will be forgiven if he can complete this one time successfully. I wonder if it is possible to return the Iyo for a different one.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Today was the interview. The Iyo served the tea, barely. The questions asked were dull. This might not be the way for me after all. I did not feel satisfaction at the end of any of it. Just empty and wanting for more. I failed myself. This was a setback; not even the proper teaching to the Iyo would bring me pleasure. I will find solace in the arms of battle. Up close and personal so I can break everything and anything I touch<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows, and the sound of the world echo’s upon the winds of time and we move on. Come for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and I continue to mock the pakras in good humor. Well humor for me at least. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.<br /> <br /> <br /> == Fifth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> ''The entry into the book this time is written with a hard pressed quill tip, the words seem to mark the paper with pressure and scratched in words more than ink.''<br /> <br /> The Iyo ran away, I do not even care. Good riddance. I could not afford to feed the little bugger anymore. He just ate and ate and grew rounder and rounder. It took a stick to make him realize his free meals where done with, I should of just fed him to Qitha. (Qitha being Tolbort's cat.) <br /> I admit it, My temper has been foul even compared to wild Krolvins. <br /> <br /> But To add fuel to today’s flames, an elf dragged one of the First Born from [[Ta'Illistim]] to &quot;fetch&quot; me. To. . . TO FETCH ME? I lost control and snapped at her for such traitorous notions. Who was ''she'' to send someone to fetch for me, and then when the others I sit with in the Courts of Vaalor saw who she brought; a roar raged in my ears. [[Talinvor]]. If it had not been the situation as such, I might of paid more attention to the Dhe’nar before me. How dare they speak so of one of the First Born. What did these pakras understand of our culture? Even worse who was this elf to do this. I will rip off her head and spit down her neck the first chance I get. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Sixth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> Fun and games in the Courtyard in Vaalor has changed. It is becoming more and more apparent now that my being of the Pure Blood and my beliefs are not exactly ''tolerated''. As my strength grows and they bear witness to my growing in strength and Power, I believe they start to fear me. You can see it in how they act towards me, the glances from the corner of their eyes. The hushed murmurs and ignoring of my words when spoken out. It is becoming clearer and clearer it is time for me to move on. Time to see if there are other Dhe'nar about I can attempt to make bonds with. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> A festival came through. Lo and behold, I now have a better means of travel. I purchased a tortoise. He is beautiful to behold, the greenest of shells to make the jungles of Eh'lah envious. The delicate bells I put upon his harness tinkle so lightly they make a soft music. I have never been good at naming my pets. Slaves have always gotten to keep their names due to my lack of desire to do such. To make a long story short, I let the old human, Torbot name him. ''Soup''. It amused me and seems fitting. That shell would make the most excellent cook pot if worse ever comes to worse. Not that it would. I already have grown attached to the large beast. <br /> <br /> <br /> == Seventh month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> I have managed to cross paths with the Dhe’nar, Talinvor once more. This time I paid attention. He is a bard and of the [[Obsidian Tower]], a place where other First Born and the [[Khanshael]] are family. A place of unity. I move forward on my path a few steps again it seems. The urgency of finding MY Way starts to itch my soul once more. I will join them for a hunt, it has all been arranged.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Hunts have gone extremely well. I fight among those much more powerful then I. Including the Ta'la'hai Avaia. They let me learn and fight with them without letting me die and without coddling. I have killed a beast 70 times more skilled then I this day! I have found the rush of life thrumming through my veins once more. I want to become part of the Tower. Just when I have thought my way was to be lost, it seems to have given me a direction to go once more.<br /> <br /> <br /> == Eighth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> *I come to the Tower this evening to petition for my induction and becoming united with those within.<br /> *I come in honor and I walk in power this very moment that I stand before them, willing to prove myself to one and all within the Tower.<br /> *I come to show that I have chosen this as my Way. <br /> <br /> It is taught to us from historians and scholars, that in order to find ones Way, you need someone who has already walked their path and found their Way. Only can one hope to truly learn from such a person as all of them. To have the aid and instruction with the proper knowledge and feel this is what was needed to strengthen in my power. <br /> <br /> Thus, my path has led me here, and I seek to join the family of the Tower. I offer my life to all within, to defend the family with my dying breath and beyond if possible or needed.<br /> <br /> ''Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta.''<br /> Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows And in the distance you hear the wind whisper to every ear it caresses. “It is time. Time for the Obsidian Tower to Rise again.&quot; I cross the Lake of Fear for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and I mock the pakras in good humor. Well humor for me at least. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I was granted permission to be q’hala and assigned to Talinvor to be my mis’ri.<br /> I am apprehensive because he has also just recently acquired a shira’qa. Feels like history repeating itself before I even get started. Should I be alluring as Priestess are in the Temple? Should I use the skills I have only witnessed to ensure proper teaching this time? Time will tell. I will work at proper etiquette and do my best and watch wearily. The Lorekeeper has a reputation that makes me nervous.<br /> <br /> <br /> == Ninth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> Fate is a fickle mistress it is said. I met a woman by the name of Mistress Hepit. She worked art as if it was a caress of life upon the skin of many. I sensed she did not like to touch anyone at the same time it was the price to pay for her wonderful works of art. So it was worth it to her. The piece of art moved me so, that I have taken up this passion with her. Upon my second crossing of her path it was agreed I would become her apprentice, but only after I finished q’hala training. The path to the Way has shown me a junction. I will stay true to the path I am on. Then look for this way once more.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> (Scribbled in a quick hand:)&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Mis’ri Talinvor does love to hear the sound of his own voice. My tongue lacks the finesse for the ancient tongue and it grates on him. That is visible upon his face, regardless how he lounges upon the sofa in the tea parlor. I should jot down a few notes here.''<br /> <br /> Professions was one of the first things I learned:<br /> <br /> *wizard = kris'a flach (blade of power. lit. &quot;power blade&quot;)<br /> *sorcerer = misri me'thor (master of pain)<br /> *empath = ni su me'thor (stealer of pain)<br /> *cleric/priest = lo'mah (f)/lo'mai (m) (lit. priestess/priest)<br /> *bard = misri su'gnosa (master of knowledge)<br /> *ranger = ni su khadesh (stealer of shadows)<br /> *rogue = khadesh'a flach (blade of shadow. lit. &quot;shadow blade&quot;)<br /> *warrior = liastha'a (warrior!)<br /> <br /> Written separately from the rest: <br /> <br /> Monk = Nuja’Tah Fighter spiritualist <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Part of my tasks will be to perform a Telling to reveal my background and how I came here. Then to apply discourse to my caste and finally my profession. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> (Scribbled in a quick hand again:)<br /> <br /> ''Lessons of symbols, and thrones. I wrote an in-depth paper on this, please refer to that for the entirety of the lesson. Quick notes however are:''<br /> <br /> (Currently)<br /> :The throne of Balance is made of Glaes, and currently held by Libri Eoghain<br /> :The Throne of Warlod is made of Rolaren, and currently held by Ta'krak'th Xeta<br /> :The Throne of the Essence is made of Onyx, and currently held by Ta'a'flach [[Archious|Archious]]<br /> :The Throne of Emmisary is made of Black Ora and was last held by our current Ta’la’hai Avaia.<br /> :The Throne of our Ta’la’hai, may she remain forever, is the Obsidian Chair and representing the Highlord.<br /> <br /> And as days pass the worst of worst more language lessons. My tongue still grates against mher Mis'ri<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> It is at this point that I have learned that mher Mis'ri Talinvor will be reading this journal and I should be keeping record of our Lessons and thoughts regarding them. What is written is written. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows And in the distance you hear the winds laughter echoing outwards. Cross the Lake of Fear for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and mourn the loss of good humor. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Ta’stry’noi Archious graced my lessons this day. I am unsure if it was to ensure my studies were going well or if he had high hopes that I was going to be given to him for experiments. He did offer wise words.<br /> ''Know thy enemy and their weakness.''<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> (Scribbled notes in haste:)<br /> :Power is Everything<br /> :Emotion betrays truth<br /> :Truth is knowledge<br /> :Knowledge is Power<br /> :Power creates Magic<br /> :Magic creates Truth<br /> :Truth is Knowledge<br /> :Knowledge is Power<br /> :Power is Everything<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Tenth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Shield expedition, too much to write and note of. I am cleaning off debris and one of the first to hold, in honor, a shield found possibly from a time long before me. In the time of [[Despana]] and the great battle itself. [[Rhoska-tor]] the location of [[Maelshyve]], and where the Dhe'nar lived for eons before moving to [[Sharath]]. <br /> <br /> (OOC note: The following is the loresong created/presented by the group for a shield found under the guidance of the Ta'Illistim curator, [[Zenlynn Veythorne Illistim]].)<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;wikitable&quot; style=&quot;background-color:#eee;&quot; cellpadding=&quot;25&quot; cellspacing=&quot;25&quot;<br /> |-<br /> | &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:120&gt; <br /> ''The bellows sound in the caverns deep below the earth like the roars of the Drakes of auld. The pound of hammers upon metal, staccato in its sharp pulse sounds like the beating heart of some great demon trapped by the rocks of Rhoska-Tor. The coppery scent of blood rises from the trough used to quench the heat of the forging and diamond used to etch my name in between the polished leather straps made from the hide of our elven enemy. The dark sculpture of my creation gleams in the dim orange glow. “Morna” is my name, and I am a bulwark made to serve the army of the undead queen.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''A desiccated hand lifts me, and turning from the eyeless rows of soldiers ready to give their unlife in service, presents me to another. I feel the sudden warmth of life as a new hand grips me. I feel the beating heart of a human who turns to face his living brethren kneeling before him in deference. I sense an uneasiness from my new master, and despite his words of assurance to his people that they will be free of the yoke of the elves, I wonder if he will soon become one of the eyeless soldiers standing behind him.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The thrum of marching drowns out all sound, a small contingent of the living surrounded by legions of the dead. The looming shadow of black Maelshyve stands ominous behind, watching silently for the barren plains to be breached by the enemy. How long they waited, could not be known, for the forges of the keep made dark clouds so thick that they blotted out the light. My master did not light a torch, for the dead legions surrounding us do not need light to see - and it would be foolish to stand like a beacon for the enemy.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The sound of a horn echoes across the blasted plains and then another and another rise up in challenge to the reign of chaos that has consumed the world. The thunder of armor-shod feet and the battle cries of those foolish enough to challenge death itself enter the fields as a wave. The human that holds me bellows commands to his company - standing fast against his enemy - his heartbeat quickens, not with fear - but with determination and the bitterness of hate. Around him, the legions of the dead remain silent, the only sounds are the clash of weapons and the screams of the living.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The clash of battle is finally upon us, as the axe of a dwarf is blocked and I am swung around to slice his throat with my sharp edge. An elven bowman is bashed from a charge, his face a ruin of flesh and blood and bone. The grey ash of the forges falls upon us like desolate snow, the wreckage of death a colorful tapestry upon the pale canvas.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The bodies twitch, then slowly contort as they rise again to their feet, shambling toward a desiccated creature which stands as taller than any elf and possessing a crown of bones. The creature’s eyes blaze with an ominous red hue captured within dark sockets of its skull. The crackle of bone and magic add to the cacophony of the banshees’ wails and the blood curdling screams of those that die painfully in their wake. <br /> <br /> <br /> ''The human that wields me, falters. Visions of death and the rise of unlife surround us. A beating heart in the middle of all this, the palpable sense of fear bubbling up that even I can feel such dread. This will not do. I am a bulwark to the dark fortress and will serve still after this human is absorbed into the legion.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The battle ebbs and flows like the tide, the legions pressed back toward the black walls and then surge forward as the fallen rise again to turn against their own. The dull monotone of uttered magic is heard echoing against the sky and in an instant the sky cracks open in flame as horrors from other valences pour forth. These creatures rend flesh from bone and scorch the ground where they walk. The human’s heart race and I taste his fear.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The creatures push against the sea of dead aside and begin to tear at the walls of Maelshyve itself. An unending wave continues to escape through more and more tears in the veil. Something gives chase to us, and I feel heat like the forge gaining as the human runs in fear. A single misstep sends the human tumbling. He rolls to place me over him, as a claw rending into the metal. The human is too slow, and the creature’s other claw tears a gash in his throat. ''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''I feel the life quickly drain from the human beneath me, but then suddenly grow cold. His dead hand takes hold, and rises to again join the legion. As he shuffles forward, an explosion rips past and I am overtaken by nothing.'' &lt;/span&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Weather has gotten considerably colder than I am used to. But Lessons are Lessons. <br /> <br /> <br /> ''Braids''&lt;br&gt;<br /> *A Warriors single braid &lt;br&gt;<br /> This purpose is to keep the hair out of their way. But also keeps it from being easily grabbed by an enemy. The length of the braid is representative of the Warrior's prowess in battle. For if an enemy does grab it, they can easily slice it off in a single cut.<br /> *Warlock is 2<br /> *Temple is 3<br /> *Council is 5 - know your council &quot;Ta'la'hai, Ta'a'flach, Ta'lo'mah, Ta'krak'th, Ku'utare.<br /> *Highlord is 7<br /> <br /> This was followed by another lengthy Lesson of the Ancient Tongue. Notes include: <br /> <br /> ''Times of day:''<br /> :Dawn - sh'soci'q<br /> :Morning - um'ni<br /> :Noon - ta'soci'q<br /> :Afternoon - she'ri<br /> :Dusk - ku'soci'q<br /> :Evening - sh'rein<br /> :Midnight- shon'shtar'rein<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Victory before Pride, While one can haste a strike with a weapon, it leaves them vulnerable if they miss the timing. But there is a better way, in the case of a bard a stunning shout instead - which allows them to keep up defenses, and in some situations that is the better option.<br /> Always remember - ''Victory before pride. And a victory is given to those that are not dead.''<br /> <br /> I wonder at what cost is a Victory a Victory if you're not proud of what you did?<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> There are THREE forms of power. <br /> :There is the power of KNOWLEDGE. This is learning and studying information. This is the strongest point of the Temple caste. &lt;br&gt;<br /> :The second is MANIPULATION. This is the ability to convince and redirect others to accomplish something. This is the specialty of the Warlock Caste &lt;br&gt;<br /> :The power of WILL.. or Force of Will is the ability to lead, inspire or even intimidate. This is expected and required for the Warrior Caste. &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> (''notes are reiterated again below:'')&lt;br&gt;<br /> Power of Knowledge is the specialty of Temple Caste | Power of Manipulation is the specialty of Warlock Caste |Power of Will is the specialty of Warrior Caste<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> The points of reflection on the path of The Way &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aka: The Way Notes &amp; Manifesto<br /> ''' ''Family, Survival, Self-Perfection, Opinion, Power, Honor, Unity, Family'' '''<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Today’s lessons were the depth understanding of the tenants we live by is given to us by Noi'sho'rah and Tah'lad's example. Very in-depth as always, &lt;s&gt;just like back in Eh’lah listening to them drone on and on.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> 1. Don’t limit yourself to the static of philosophies of religion and idealism. I know this from the day I knew my name. Learn from the Akrati, do not emulate them<br /> 2. There is no good or evil, only Right or Wrong.<br /> 3. Recognize the strength and purpose in others. Everyone has a use, or can be used as a tool in some way.<br /> 4. Achieve harmony within ourselves by challenging both mind and body. Balance, it’s all about Balance.<br /> 5. We do not let ourselves to be controlled by the tools of emotions. This is the toughest one for me. Punishments have been applied more than once in aiding me to learn this lesson. <br /> 6. Do not hold pride over victory. . . . We are a people of unity.<br /> 7. Do not tolerate weakness. This is obvious. Excuses are only good for those who make them.<br /> 8. We do not allow living any born or yet unborn of Dhe’nar that is not pure. Such couplings that result in tainted offspring weaken our bloodline. Any that disregard this law betrays the Family and forfeits the privilege of being Dhe’nar. . . again I have known this since the first breath I took.<br /> 9. All those who have Lost their way, can find it again. They can return to us if they choose the path of enlightenment. It’s never too late; I will help lead them if possible.<br /> 10. Knowledge above all things. Knowledge truly is power<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> FAENDRYL VS DHE’NAR <br /> <br /> Similarities: Certainty of superiority, desire for power in various forms, disliked by other cultures<br /> <br /> Differences: View of place in the world, afterlife, interactions with other cultures<br /> <br /> Faendryl want power now, for personal gain and will backstab their own to get it. It's reactive power goals, and not always based in real skill or ability.<br /> <br /> Dhe'nar want to earn power in an afterlife, so they seek perfection in themselves and in their race. They are proactive in that aim, via bloodlines, castes and tests so everything earned is respected and obtained on merit. Dhe'nar are thinking toward elevating their entire population, not just individuals.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Eleventh month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Honor seems to be todays focus.<br /> <br /> A discussion regarding honor seem to spread throughout the halls of the Tower this evening. <br /> There seem to be a few perspectives to it. The whole thing revealed to me that honor to one is not always the honor of another. An honor for a shira’qa is to serve her Mis’ri. But the Honor of the Family is a code of conduct of unity. It is the roots of our tree . . . it is Dignity and Respect . <br /> <br /> Personal honor is determined internally by one’s own commitment to life. Some say this is predetermined ethics. My intentions and my actions determine my honor, not the thoughts of others. I know right from wrong. However, It is not always black and white. So I will have to do the best that I can and live a life of honor that holds truth and purity of intentions. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Today the Ta’la’hai Avaia showed me a tome. <br /> <br /> It was an amethyst-set rolaren tome: ''A wide circle was carved from the engraved black rolaren in the center of the cover, and that space is filled by dark-hued amethysts that combine with obsidian to form the Dhe'nar crest. The rolaren, obsidian, and amethyst had been joined together so skillfully that the crest is as flat as a mirror, with no cracks or ridges between pieces. Lettering on the first page could be dimly seen through the translucent crest, though the amethyst and obsidian cast too many shadows for it to be legible.''<br /> <br /> Power is everything.&lt;br&gt;<br /> A tear. A rock. The air we breathe. The cry of a broken heart and the scream of a young sylph finding release in death. There is untapped, innate power in all that is around us. One need only to hold the key to unlock the great potential in the world in order to fully understand what it is to be power itself.<br /> <br /> One need only to tap into this vast reserve to achieve the unthinkable, the unimaginable . . . the unexplainable acts of greatness that shape and define the world, or tear all that is known down around its inhabitants.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> It is founded within the castes – <br /> <br /> Temple caste focus on internal, how to empower the people through the Way and through the bloodline. Spiritual development.<br /> <br /> Warlock focuses on how to control - how to gain power from the world around them and manipulate it to serve their own purpose.<br /> <br /> Warrior protects the people, and do not have lofty ambitions beyond their prowess and honor in battle.<br /> <br /> I have lofty ambitions and believe in the First Born's blood line. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I was sent to Ta'a'flach Archious for a task and to ask about his caste. I do not believe he has time for the likes of me, being q’hala but I also know he believes in my strength and knows I will not be q'hala forever. He managed to pull away from his books and look at me, even if it was just for a moment. But in that moment, I could see in his eyes, I was as something other than a possible subject for his experiments. His task for me was to answer the question about the Essence of the magical flows. He was busy and despite the answer being quick on my tongue so was the dismissal. With the time, I ended up giving it a great deal of thought and study to his question after all. <br /> <br /> <br /> I had to understand what magic really is on its own. On its own it is nothing. It cannot create or destroy, despite how it may seem or look. It is basically the art of taking what is already there and bending and forming it like any other tool to serve its user<br /> <br /> <br /> Magic, on its own, is nothing. Magic cannot create, and it does not destroy, despite appearances to the contrary. At its core, magic is the art of taking what is already there and bending and twisting it until it serves the function one would like. The Wizard does not create a flame any more than the act of striking a match does, it simply coalesces and frees the ambient flame in the area. Thus, the basis of magic is taking a desired pattern and coercing the local forces into it.<br /> <br /> <br /> Transformation, self-control and focus. The will for it to be this way. Ta’a’flach Archious summarized it for me as he gave his approval. The flows of energy are what they are. They take the form imposed upon them by the caster's will.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Next I was sent to the Libri Eoghain to seek answers of what he believed with the Temple Caste.<br /> <br /> <br /> Each time our paths cross I feel a kindred soul to him. His treatment was that of the community as in my youth. Empowered in the knowing of being one of the First Born. <br /> <br /> <br /> He spoke of all the caste but struck home hardest with this comment. So much so, I am thinking of making sure I slip it into My telling. &lt;br&gt;<br /> ''&quot;The Temple caste rules our entire society. We are the caste that has not only devoted ourselves to the practice of the Way, but also to its exploration on a physical and philosophical level. The Temple is the shining beacon around which our society revolves.&quot;''<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows and the winds ensure you can feel the coldness of its touch tickling every exposed piece of flesh it can find. Cross the Lake of Fear for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and mourn the loss of good humor. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.<br /> <br /> <br /> Ta’la’hai Avaia sends me to find Mnar for lessons on the Warrior Caste. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == First month of the year 5121: ==<br /> <br /> Keeping a journal is getting tougher for me, the weight of papers and they are always getting in the way of other things I must keep with me. I have stuffed it in the locker more than a few times and this has caused a lapse in keeping my writing up. But not so much that the important lessons are lost.<br /> <br /> The question of “Have you always succeeded in seeing your plans to fruition?” was asked by the Ta’la’hai Avaia, may she always remain in Power. &lt;br&gt;<br /> I didn’t reply correctly. This then became Mis’ri’s duty to show me why the answer was incorrect. The other q’hala Leshe was the smarter one when posed with the question too.<br /> <br /> <br /> My answer was, &quot;I do not think anyone’s plans always come to fruit, there is always a chance of failure.&quot; &lt;br&gt;<br /> The Ta’la’hai said I lacked confidence. I have seen the error of the answer I gave, and what I have now come to understand.<br /> <br /> The correct answer clarified by my Mis'ri is: <br /> Eii, because I have learned how to adapt and survive. While my first plan may not play out how I liked, I will come up with an alternative, change it, and alter my goal. In the end I will still be sure to be victorious despite setbacks.<br /> <br /> <br /> I have taken this lesson to heart, because it defines who we are as Dhe'nar. I was reminded that we do not give up, else we would not have survived. We adapt, we change and we evolve.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows And in the distance you hear the wind howl as it races out across the lands seeking answers it can never hear. No more crossing the Lake of Fear for spells, but now stand in a room suffering the stench of unwashed bodies. Time passes slowly and my knowledge, strength and impatience grows.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Second month of the year 5121: ==<br /> <br /> Lessons have stopped. My Telling is at hand...&lt;br&gt;<br /> A Q'hala must do the following tasks for the Telling:<br /> * A presentation about oneself, and what brings me from Eh'lah.<br /> * A presentation about the Warrior caste. <br /> * A presentation about the monk profession.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Shortly after my telling, I was corrected on part of my telling regarding the Temple being the center of our society. I have seen the error of my ways and now know, All Castes are equally shared in the power, not just one. They work in unity. <br /> <br /> <br /> == Final Entry, Tilamaires, day 16 of the month Fashanos in the year 5121 ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Today is the day I turn my little blue leather journal over to Tah’lon Vorrith after the Great Hunt. <br /> <br /> <br /> Whatever Happens, I would like him to finish the story for me and be proud of his q’hala. <br /> <br /> <br /> With this journal I present him with the chrism trinket that I have worn around my neck hidden beneath my under robes next to the flesh. May it serve him as it has me. It is somewhat hard to look at but if he wears it close to his heart as I did, he will be fine. The end of my q’hala training is left for him to fill in.<br /> <br /> :::signed, <br /> ::::::Tabubu ~<br /> ::::::::::::---,--}--‘—{(@ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ==Definitions (player created lore/language not otherwise specified)==<br /> <br /> * q'halae = (plural). Student of The Way, Dhe'nar only. Generally treated less than a slave, in order to teach true humility so that they understand pride. Female is q'hala, male is q'hali.<br /> <br /> *Warriors = in reference to the Warrior Caste of Dhe'nar. The four castes being Warlock, Temple, Warrior and Worker.<br /> <br /> *First Born = The Dhe'nar, or 'dyari' in the native tongue. Dhe'nar are very pure blood oriented in their lineages, so they believe theirs to be untainted from the first elves.<br /> <br /> *pakra = A heretic. Someone that does not follow The Way.<br /> <br /> *The Way = the cultural philosophy of the Dhe'nar, that turned aside the political ambition and segregation of the elven Houses and seeks perfection in self improvement. It is an ideal that they will some day ascend above the Drakes as a people.<br /> <br /> *Ta'la'hai = High Lord. This is the title of the highest ranking Dhe'nar of any organized population (ie. city or outpost). In this instance, Ta'la'hai here refers to the leader of the Obsidian Tower in [[Wehnimer's Landing]]. Ta'la'hah is the female version, though Avaia prefers the male title.<br /> <br /> *Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta. = This is a portion of the 'Mantra of the Magi', taught to Warlock caste members though it is still important to all castes. Gnosa is the root word for knowledge, kris is the root word for power. (Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything.)<br /> <br /> *mis'ri = master. As students are (often) treated as less than a slave in their training, the same word is used for a teacher as it is for the master of a slave. Mis'ri is male, mis'ra is female.<br /> <br /> *shira'qa = personal slave. They perform essential support for a prominent Dhe'nar.<br /> <br /> *Lorekeeper = term used for a bard.<br /> <br /> *mher = my<br /> <br /> *Ta’stry’noi = new word for the position of Essence. Old term was Ta'a'flach, which was 'High Blade', pulled from the wizard term of kris a'flach. Both terms are acceptable usage and vary depending on the generation of (Tower) Dhe'nar.<br /> <br /> *Libri = new word for the position of Balance. Old term was Ku'utare, which was 'Not crooked, or Not tainted'. Both terms are acceptable usage and vary depending on the generation of (Tower) Dhe'nar.<br /> <br /> <br /> ==See Also==<br /> * [[Dhe'nar]]<br /> * Official Site of the CHE Organization [[Obsidian Tower]]</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Moonshine_Manor&diff=163664 2022-03-23T14:23:55Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Work-in-progress}} Relax at Moonshine Manor with the misfits and the drunkards where you can dance to music in the 'Shiner Lounge, have a pint and play darts at Plur's Pub, or go fishing at the Garden Pond. Founded in Eonatos 5103, this [[Meeting Hall Organization]] is Distinguished.<br /> <br /> ==Mission==<br /> <br /> Moonshine Manor is a haven away from the hustle and commotion of the city where a group of close-knit members and guests congregate in one area to find comfort in good drinks and interesting company. We welcome anyone and everyone to visit our Manor, make a few friends and find a new home. You can find us through the gilt mithril gate just down the merchant's road, to the northwest of Wehnimer s Landing.<br /> <br /> <br /> ==Location==<br /> <br /> Moonshine Manor is located just off the merchant road between the North Gates of Wehnimer's Landing and the Coastal Cliffs. From the cliff-side of the road the gilt mithril gate becomes easily accessible. Don't forget to stop and look at the hammered gold curvaceous double &quot;M&quot; emblem woven into the bluish grey mithril bars. Visitors will often find officers just inside the manor down a candlelit hallway enjoying a game of darts and chatting with the halfling barkeep over a pint in Plur's Pub. (room 16001)<br /> <br /> ==Officers==<br /> <br /> *Plur<br /> *Fremie<br /> *Telsas<br /> *Puptilian<br /> *Ulkov<br /> <br /> ==Membership ==<br /> <br /> Check back for information on how to become a member.<br /> <br /> ==Roster==<br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;column-count:7;-moz-column-count:7;-webkit-column-count:7&quot;&gt;<br /> * Abigaill<br /> * Aidelias<br /> * Aielwyn<br /> * Alesse<br /> * Alinel<br /> * Allaena<br /> * Aneris<br /> * Ardwen<br /> * Arpelli<br /> * Astari<br /> * Augie<br /> * Aysees<br /> * Azimar<br /> * Belnia<br /> * Berofeck<br /> * Berwin<br /> * Betyar<br /> * Briannae<br /> * Bunnykins<br /> * Capalodius<br /> * Casilla<br /> * Cathos<br /> * Colynn<br /> * Corwynd<br /> * Cristalia<br /> * Daeveran<br /> * Darcena<br /> * Develdeg<br /> * Dramoth<br /> * Dredroberts<br /> * Drumble<br /> * Egmund<br /> * Egyet<br /> * Elvinyouth<br /> * Erlena<br /> * Ernesta<br /> * Ewin<br /> * Fedwick<br /> * Fremie<br /> * Futtilo<br /> * Galenblackbard<br /> * Galyx<br /> * Giantphang<br /> * Greganth<br /> * Groggen<br /> * Helsfeld<br /> * Ildarion<br /> * Ilivren<br /> * Ishiyama<br /> * Izzea<br /> * Jadah<br /> * Jaysehn<br /> * Jazzmyn<br /> * Jenebea<br /> * Jexnia<br /> * Jodia<br /> * Joepye<br /> * Kanshrak<br /> * Karibeth<br /> * Kenstrom<br /> * Kesem<br /> * Kipara<br /> * Kiske<br /> * Krishan<br /> * Krivihmyth<br /> * Kynseiyn<br /> * Kyrvil<br /> * Loclan<br /> * Lovemyst<br /> * Lyrienne<br /> * Madmountan<br /> * Maleek<br /> * Malinkor<br /> * Manodieth<br /> * Maynist<br /> * Metadi<br /> * Mhurv<br /> * Mischung<br /> * Mogonis<br /> * Mohana<br /> * Moreno<br /> * Mortanius<br /> * Mumblz<br /> * Naina<br /> * Neebyter<br /> * Nekhebet<br /> * Ordynar<br /> * Orilion<br /> * Ortar<br /> * Pithy<br /> * Plur<br /> * Puptilian<br /> * Rafiliel<br /> * Rastavan<br /> * Refram<br /> * Rhayveign<br /> * Riend<br /> * Roelon<br /> * Ryain<br /> * Ryhn<br /> * RypikrisMinuit<br /> * Saedric<br /> * Saleros<br /> * Sareyna<br /> * Sarvia<br /> * Savageheart<br /> * Seomanthe<br /> * Shanng<br /> * Silverbaine<br /> * Sinrue<br /> * Sirina<br /> * Sivacmar<br /> * Smo<br /> * Sthos<br /> * Strezze<br /> * Strydyr<br /> * Sweetsin<br /> * Taedie<br /> * Talinvor<br /> * Tarciryan<br /> * Tebon<br /> * Teiana<br /> * Telsas<br /> * Thelgor<br /> * Theraveone<br /> * Thinias<br /> * Thornbein<br /> * Tru<br /> * Ubijtsa<br /> * Ued<br /> * Ulkov<br /> * Viloet<br /> * Vivianna<br /> * Vonnor<br /> * Welfidia<br /> * Wennia<br /> * Whisker<br /> * Whyssper<br /> * Winowyll<br /> * Xanator<br /> * Xannorath<br /> * Ycelacie<br /> * Yoojin<br /> * Zimzum<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Map==<br /> [[File:MMmap.png|500px]]<br /> <br /> ==External links==<br /> *[https://calendar.google.com/calendar/embed?src=1o8j0c695kbd8o8loist1nraic%40group.calendar.google.com Moonshine Manor Events Calendar]<br /> <br /> [[Category: Meeting Hall Organizations]]</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=149244 2021-06-02T15:05:14Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu<br /> |image= [[Image:Tabubu_-_by_Mnar.jpeg|thumb|As rendered by Mnar]]<br /> |caption=<br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste, Nuja'tah <br /> |profession= [[Monk]]<br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= The [[Obsidian Tower]]<br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Student, seeker and a state of complexity <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness<br /> |ptrait=<br /> |strait=<br /> |flaw= Enjoyed her q'halea (culture training) <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family, [[Obsidian Tower]] <br /> |weakness= Curiosity, and too blood thirsty for her own good at times. No sense of direction<br /> |habits= Riding her tortoise, &quot;Soup&quot; instead of walking anywhere, hunting past the need to, and seeking knowledge <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |soft=<br /> |likes= Power, answers, and sweets<br /> |dislikes= Being patted on the head and most halflings<br /> |loyalties= Obsidian Tower, Dhe'nar and The Way <br /> |town= Mist Harbor<br /> |town2= Ta'Vaalor<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> '''''Appearance''''' <br /> <br /> You see '''Tabubu'''<br /> <br /> <br /> She appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf.<br /> She is diminutive in height and has smooth, koa-toned skin.<br /> She has a thick linen cowl wreathing her shoulders and neck, the hood of which is pulled up around her head and casting shadows upon her features.<br /> She has a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist, and a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle.<br /> She is in good shape.<br /> She is wearing some deeply cowled heavy ink black robes with a pristinely white crisp linen underrobe underneath, a narrow leather girdle edged in scalloped copper chain, some leather handwraps, a nine-in-one copper chainmail anklet dangling fire opals, and a pair of soft ebon footwraps with reinforced heels.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the third circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Known Background'''''<br /> ----<br /> Tabubu came from the jungles of [[Eh'lah]] and takes pride bring one of the pure blood; one of the First Born. She has been groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the [[Arkati]]. When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this comes great responsibility.<br /> <br /> She was deemed worthy of the Temple Caste, Bathed in the Blood of Baptism. Her first eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others however, she was more in touch with the physical aspects of studies, to her it was a graceful dance. As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly special or not. She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders.<br /> <br /> As time progressed, she was then led into a strict regimen. She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But Tabubu would question everything and thus her teachers never felt she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this is what gave them cause of concern over her worthiness. <br /> <br /> Then began the part of life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully meted out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> Truth of ones soul is found in every Dhe'nar's heart at this point. Lessons of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple. Hers was one of Divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge. To prove to them that everyone can find their way, it is never to late. Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> A point came when she had to leave Eh'lah. This brought her to Ta'Vaalor, and then her path found its Way to The Obsidian Tower.<br /> <br /> For more information, Please read the Journal of Tabubu, &quot;[[A Q'hala's First Year]]&quot;.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Warrior Caste'''''<br /> ----<br /> It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way. It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean to act in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference in being courageous and in being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor, but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> Attributes of a Warrior also include Truth, Honor, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance.<br /> <br /> '''Tilamaires, the 1st day of Lumnea, in the year 5121 of Ta'la'hai Avaia's rule'''<br /> <br /> Last eve was the end of agreed terms of my lesson in the Way of the Warrior with Shorn'ri [[Mnar]]. <br /> <br /> His end point of the lesson was to show how to build a warrior who is happy no matter their circumstances, even when defeated or wounded. If you can be happy no matter your circumstances, you can do your duty regardless. No matter if it leads to your injury or even your death.<br /> The world is filled with warriors and soldiers who fear death, and this makes them more concerned with their own survival than anything else, when death is the most likely outcome of our duty in time anyways.<br /> <br /> What I learned from Mnar is not the same as what he meant to teach me though. Well not just what he meant to teach me. I do not agree completely with his lesson either, but I did learn. <br /> <br /> He introduced me to many knights, mercenaries, other fighters and to those that walked the Way of a Warrior that did not know they did such a thing. I was placed in groups of people that would rather see me dead then standing at Mnar’s right hand existing. I stood in large groups that found me a novelty and some that dismissed me completely.<br /> <br /> ''I still knew my worth.'' <br /> <br /> ''You see . . . . <br /> ''<br /> You can either be the victim and most likely will be all your life or you can choose to be a Warrior and stand up for what you think is right at any cost, not just for yourself but for those that can not do it for themselves as well. It not only includes the specializing in combat and warfare, but phycology too.<br /> <br /> I learned I didn’t have to like it and not everything is a fight that has to be fought. <br /> <br /> ''It is again Emotion betrays Truth lesson pounded into my soul.''<br /> <br /> And It does take the use of many virtues and morals. It is how the Warrior handles the situation that makes them who they are, the rest are all just titles and coin. <br /> <br /> All the transgressions against me committed during our time, and from this day forward '''ALL will be forgiven.'''<br /> <br /> And to show my appreciation for his time and effort to teach me. I gave a gift to honor him.<br /> I have worn it since the first day our lessons started, and kept it against my flesh over my heart. Perhaps it can help him when he has need.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> Nuja’Tah; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so ''I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.''<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so ''I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.''<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (taken from the Samurai's Creed)<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Words to Live By'''''<br /> <br /> Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> '''Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything'''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Training of Tabubu'''''<br /> <br /> [[A Q'hala's First Year]]</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=149243 2021-06-02T15:04:37Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu<br /> |image= [[Image:Tabubu_-_by_Mnar.jpeg|thumb|As rendered by Mnar]]<br /> |caption=<br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste, Nuja'tah <br /> |profession= [[Monk]]<br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= The [[Obsidian Tower]]<br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Student, seeker and a state of complexity <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness<br /> |ptrait=<br /> |strait=<br /> |flaw= Enjoyed her q'halea (culture training) <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family, [[Obsidian Tower]] <br /> |weakness= Curiosity, and too blood thirsty for her own good at times. No sense of direction<br /> |habits= Riding her tortoise, &quot;Soup&quot; instead of walking anywhere, hunting past the need to, and seeking knowledge <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |soft=<br /> |likes= Power, answers, and sweets<br /> |dislikes= Being patted on the head and most halflings<br /> |loyalties= Obsidian Tower, Dhe'nar and The Way <br /> |town= Mist Harbor<br /> |town2= Ta'Vaalor<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> '''''Appearance''''' <br /> <br /> You see '''Tabubu'''<br /> <br /> <br /> She appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf.<br /> She is diminutive in height and has smooth, koa-toned skin.<br /> She has a thick linen cowl wreathing her shoulders and neck, the hood of which is pulled up around her head and casting shadows upon her features.<br /> She has a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist, and a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle.<br /> She is in good shape.<br /> She is wearing some deeply cowled heavy ink black robes with a pristinely white crisp linen underrobe underneath, a narrow leather girdle edged in scalloped copper chain, some leather handwraps, a nine-in-one copper chainmail anklet dangling fire opals, and a pair of soft ebon footwraps with reinforced heels.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the third circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Known Background'''''<br /> ----<br /> Tabubu came from the jungles of [[Eh'lah]] and takes pride bring one of the pure blood; one of the First Born. She has been groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the [[Arkati]]. When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this comes great responsibility.<br /> <br /> She was deemed worthy of the Temple Caste, Bathed in the Blood of Baptism. Her first eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others however, she was more in touch with the physical aspects of studies, to her it was a graceful dance. As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly special or not. She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders.<br /> <br /> As time progressed, she was then led into a strict regimen. She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But Tabubu would question everything and thus her teachers never felt she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this is what gave them cause of concern over her worthiness. <br /> <br /> Then began the part of life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully meted out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> Truth of ones soul is found in every Dhe'nar's heart at this point. Lessons of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple. Hers was one of Divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge. To prove to them that everyone can find their way, it is never to late. Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> A point came when she had to leave Eh'lah. This brought her to Ta'Vaalor, and then her path found its Way to The Obsidian Tower.<br /> <br /> For more information, Please read the Journal of Tabubu, &quot;[[A Q'hala's First Year]]&quot;.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Warrior Caste'''''<br /> ----<br /> It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way. It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean to act in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference in being courageous and in being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor, but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> Attributes of a Warrior also include Truth, Honor, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance.<br /> <br /> '''Tilamaires, the 1st day of Lumnea, in the year 5121 of Ta'la'hai Avaia's rule'''<br /> <br /> Last eve was the end of agreed terms of my lesson in the Way of the Warrior with Shorn'ri [[Mnar]]. <br /> <br /> His end point of the lesson was to show how to build a warrior who is happy no matter their circumstances, even when defeated or wounded. If you can be happy no matter your circumstances, you can do your duty regardless. No matter if it leads to your injury or even your death.<br /> The world is filled with warriors and soldiers who fear death, and this makes them more concerned with their own survival than anything else, when death is the most likely outcome of our duty in time anyways.<br /> <br /> What I learned from Mnar is not the same as what he meant to teach me though. Well not just what he meant to teach me. I do not agree completely with his lesson either, but I did learn. <br /> <br /> He introduced me to many knights, mercenaries, other fighters and to those that walked the Way of a Warrior that did not know they did such a thing. I was placed in groups of people that would rather see me dead then standing at Mnar’s right hand existing. I stood in large groups that found me a novelty and some that dismissed me completely.<br /> <br /> ''I still knew my worth.'' <br /> <br /> ''You see . . . . <br /> ''<br /> You can either be the victim and most likely will be all your life or you can choose to be a Warrior and stand up for what you think is right at any cost, not just for yourself but for those that can not do it for themselves as well. It not only includes the specializing in combat and warfare, but phycology too.<br /> <br /> I learned I didn’t have to like it and not everything is a fight that has to be fought. <br /> <br /> ''It is again Emotion betrays Truth lesson pounded into my soul.''<br /> <br /> And It does take the use of many virtues and morals. It is how the Warrior handles the situation that makes them who they are, the rest are all just titles and coin. <br /> <br /> All the transgressions against me committed during our time, and from this day forward '''ALL will be forgiven.'''<br /> <br /> And to show my appreciation for his time and effort to teach me. I gave a gift to honor him.<br /> I have worn it since the first day our lessons started, and kept it against my flesh over my heart. Perhaps it can help him when he has need.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> Nuja’Tah; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so ''I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.''<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so ''I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.''<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (taken from the Samurai's Creed)<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Words to Live By'''''<br /> <br /> Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> '''Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything'''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Training of Tabubu'''''<br /> <br /> [[A Q'hala's First Year]]</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=149242 2021-06-02T15:03:16Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu<br /> |image= [[Image:Tabubu_-_by_Mnar.jpeg|thumb|As rendered by Mnar]]<br /> |caption=<br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste, Nuja'tah <br /> |profession= [[Monk]]<br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= The [[Obsidian Tower]]<br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Student, seeker and a state of complexity <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness<br /> |ptrait=<br /> |strait=<br /> |flaw= Enjoyed her q'halea (culture training) <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family, [[Obsidian Tower]] <br /> |weakness= Curiosity, and too blood thirsty for her own good at times. No sense of direction<br /> |habits= Riding her tortoise, &quot;Soup&quot; instead of walking anywhere, hunting past the need to, and seeking knowledge <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |soft=<br /> |likes= Power, answers, and sweets<br /> |dislikes= Being patted on the head and most halflings<br /> |loyalties= Obsidian Tower, Dhe'nar and The Way <br /> |town= Mist Harbor<br /> |town2= Ta'Vaalor<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> '''''Appearance''''' <br /> <br /> You see '''Tabubu'''<br /> <br /> <br /> She appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf.<br /> She is diminutive in height and has smooth, koa-toned skin.<br /> She has a thick linen cowl wreathing her shoulders and neck, the hood of which is pulled up around her head and casting shadows upon her features.<br /> She has a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist, and a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle.<br /> She is in good shape.<br /> She is wearing some deeply cowled heavy ink black robes with a pristinely white crisp linen underrobe underneath, a narrow leather girdle edged in scalloped copper chain, some leather handwraps, a nine-in-one copper chainmail anklet dangling fire opals, and a pair of soft ebon footwraps with reinforced heels.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the third circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Known Background'''''<br /> ----<br /> Tabubu came from the jungles of [[Eh'lah]] and takes pride bring one of the pure blood; one of the First Born. She has been groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the [[Arkati]]. When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this comes great responsibility.<br /> <br /> She was deemed worthy of the Temple Caste, Bathed in the Blood of Baptism. Her first eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others however, she was more in touch with the physical aspects of studies, to her it was a graceful dance. As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly special or not. She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders.<br /> <br /> As time progressed, she was then led into a strict regimen. She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But Tabubu would question everything and thus her teachers never felt she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this is what gave them cause of concern over her worthiness. <br /> <br /> Then began the part of life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully meted out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> Truth of ones soul is found in every Dhe'nar's heart at this point. Lessons of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple. Hers was one of Divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge. To prove to them that everyone can find their way, it is never to late. Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> A point came when she had to leave Eh'lah. This brought her to Ta'Vaalor, and then her path found its Way to The Obsidian Tower.<br /> <br /> For more information, Please read the Journal of Tabubu, &quot;[[A Q'hala's First Year]]&quot;.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Warrior Caste'''''<br /> ----<br /> It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way. It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean to act in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference in being courageous and in being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor, but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> Attributes of a Warrior also include Truth, Honor, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance.<br /> <br /> '''Tilamaires, the 1st day of Lumnea, in the year 5121 of Ta'la'hai Avaia's rule'''<br /> <br /> Last eve was the end of agreed terms of my lesson in the Way of the Warrior with Shorn'ri [[Mnar]]. <br /> <br /> His end point of the lesson was to show how to build a warrior who is happy no matter their circumstances, even when defeated or wounded. If you can be happy no matter your circumstances, you can do your duty regardless. No matter if it leads to your injury or even your death.<br /> The world is filled with warriors and soldiers who fear death, and this makes them more concerned with their own survival than anything else, when death is the most likely outcome of our duty in time anyways.<br /> <br /> What I learned from Mnar is not the same as what he meant to teach me though. Well not just what he meant to teach me. I do not agree completely with his lesson either, but I did learn. <br /> <br /> He introduced me to many knights, mercenaries, other fighters and to those that walked the Way of a Warrior that did not know they did such a thing. I was placed in groups of people that would rather see me dead then standing at Mnar’s right hand existing. I stood in large groups that found me a novelty and some that dismissed me completely.<br /> <br /> '''I still knew my worth.''' <br /> <br /> ''You see . . . . <br /> ''<br /> You can either be the victim and most likely will be all your life or you can choose to be a Warrior and stand up for what you think is right at any cost, not just for yourself but for those that can not do it for themselves as well. It not only includes the specializing in combat and warfare, but phycology too.<br /> <br /> I learned I didn’t have to like it and not everything is a fight that has to be fought. <br /> <br /> ''It is again Emotion betrays Truth lesson pounded into my soul.''<br /> <br /> And It does take the use of many virtues and morals. It is how the Warrior handles the situation that makes them who they are, the rest are all just titles and coin. <br /> <br /> All the transgressions against me committed during our time, and from this day forward '''ALL will be forgiven.'''<br /> <br /> And to show my appreciation for his time and effort to teach me. I gave a gift to honor him.<br /> I have worn it since the first day our lessons started, and kept it against my flesh over my heart. Perhaps it can help him when he has need.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> Nuja’Tah; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so ''I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.''<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so ''I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.''<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (taken from the Samurai's Creed)<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Words to Live By'''''<br /> <br /> Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> '''Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything'''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Training of Tabubu'''''<br /> <br /> [[A Q'hala's First Year]]</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=146036 2021-03-19T22:45:03Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu<br /> |image= [[Image:Tabubu_-_by_Mnar.jpeg|thumb|As rendered by Mnar]]<br /> |caption=<br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste, Nuja'tah <br /> |profession= [[Monk]]<br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= The [[Obsidian Tower]]<br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Student, seeker and a state of complexity <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness<br /> |ptrait=<br /> |strait=<br /> |flaw= Enjoyed her q'halea (culture training) <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family, [[Obsidian Tower]] <br /> |weakness= Curiosity, and too blood thirsty for her own good at times. No sense of direction<br /> |habits= Riding her tortoise, &quot;Soup&quot; instead of walking anywhere, hunting past the need to, and seeking knowledge <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |soft=<br /> |likes= Power, answers, and sweets<br /> |dislikes= Being patted on the head and most halflings<br /> |loyalties= Obsidian Tower, Dhe'nar and The Way <br /> |town= Mist Harbor<br /> |town2= Ta'Vaalor<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> '''''Appearance''''' <br /> <br /> You see '''Tabubu'''<br /> <br /> <br /> She appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf.<br /> She is diminutive in height and has smooth, koa-toned skin.<br /> She has a thick linen cowl wreathing her shoulders and neck, the hood of which is pulled up around her head and casting shadows upon her features.<br /> She has a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist, and a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle.<br /> She is in good shape.<br /> She is wearing some deeply cowled heavy ink black robes with a pristinely white crisp linen underrobe underneath, a narrow leather girdle edged in scalloped copper chain, some leather handwraps, a nine-in-one copper chainmail anklet dangling fire opals, and a pair of soft ebon footwraps with reinforced heels.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the third circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Known Background'''''<br /> ----<br /> Tabubu came from the jungles of [[Eh'lah]] and takes pride bring one of the pure blood; one of the First Born. She has been groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the [[Arkati]]. When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this comes great responsibility.<br /> <br /> She was deemed worthy of the Temple Caste, Bathed in the Blood of Baptism. Her first eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others however, she was more in touch with the physical aspects of studies, to her it was a graceful dance. As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly special or not. She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders.<br /> <br /> As time progressed, she was then led into a strict regimen. She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But Tabubu would question everything and thus her teachers never felt she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this is what gave them cause of concern over her worthiness. <br /> <br /> Then began the part of life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully meted out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> Truth of ones soul is found in every Dhe'nar's heart at this point. Lessons of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple. Hers was one of Divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge. To prove to them that everyone can find their way, it is never to late. Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> A point came when she had to leave Eh'lah. This brought her to Ta'Vaalor, and then her path found its Way to The Obsidian Tower.<br /> <br /> For more information, Please read the Journal of Tabubu, &quot;[[A Q'hala's First Year]]&quot;.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Warrior Caste'''''<br /> ----<br /> It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way. It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean to act in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference in being courageous and in being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor, but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> Attributes of a Warrior also include Truth, Honor, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance.<br /> <br /> Currently under the study of Shorn'ri [[Mnar]].<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> Nuja’Tah; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so ''I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.''<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so ''I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.''<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (taken from the Samurai's Creed)<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Words to Live By'''''<br /> <br /> Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> '''Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything'''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Training of Tabubu'''''<br /> <br /> [[A Q'hala's First Year]]</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=A_Q%27hala%27s_First_Year_(essay)&diff=145629 2021-03-02T18:13:27Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{creative-work | title = A Q'hala's First Year | type = essay | author-displayed = [[Tabubu (prime)]]}}<br /> [[Category:Player Crafted Dhe'nar Lore]]<br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; '''<br /> == Journal of Tabubu, The start of her path and q'halae training==<br /> ''' &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> I can still hear her whisper upon my ear as we crouched down behind the dense foliage watching the newly raised warrior caste. Her tone hushed and demanding, &quot;My girl...''my girl''...don’t lie to me. Tell me where did you sleep last night?&quot; I did not bother to turn my head to face her. She knew, and the words really were not needed because she went on without pause. “What will you do when they discover what you have ''done''? Where will you go!?&quot; All I know is - I can’t go back. The very thought caused me to shiver through and through. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == First Month of the Year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Arrived in a place known as [[Ta'Vaalor]] today. A good place to start, or so it is said by all the Warriors. The guards stopped me at the gate demanding I get papers if I planned on spending any length of time in the city. I can get them at the Town Hall. Since I was a new face, they will give me a little time to acquire such papers. Their eyes upon me spoke volumes despite the civil tongues they presented. What am I thinking? Why am I doing this and not facing the fate handed to me? <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I have been searching for a slave since I got here with no avail. I see they are not surprised by my appearance and have witnessed a few First Born among the crowds. <br /> <br /> I have settled in a bit and now seek the path of the Way. . . I keep my studies up, and focus my center core culling the nasties surrounding the area. Each day strengthens me and I can feel my self-Power growing. I am beginning to know who I am. If I could only find one damn decent slave to skin for me.<br /> <br /> I have drawn the attention of another First Born at last. Our eyes met and he is silent. He seems to know so much yet wants nothing to do with anyone else unless he truly must. I cannot make my eyes meet his again. Not yet, I need to become stronger. More Powerful. I will know when it is time. His name is Telare.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Word has finally reached the right ears, finally. I have started to believe that this was going to be my forever punishment for leaving the comforts of [[Eh'lah]]. Just mentioning that I was seeking a slave has put more than one resident of Ta’Vaalor up in arms. They are horrified by this idea. But no matter, luck has blessed my Way this day. I am purchasing an [[Iyo]] from the jungles of [[Mist Harbor]]. The shaman I am purchasing him from swears that he can skin, just doesn’t build well and has become to lazy for the hard work they require of their own. I will beat it out of him, this Iyo will be serving tea and skinning with great honor by the time I have finished with him. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows and the sound of the world echoes upon the winds of time and we move on. Come for spells, play a few games of minis and mock the pakras in good humor. Well humor for me at least. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> The Iyo slave has proven difficult but as the time draws near he will have to do. Did I mention that I applied for the Library position on the [[Isle of the Four Winds]]? Knowledge is Power, a place of knowledge. This must be what my path is meant to take; THE WAY, it must be meant to be this. The interview is in a few days, I will have to work diligently upon the back of that lazy Iyo. He often escapes but is never hard to find when it comes to meal time. Thumping him only echoes a hollow sound from within that thick skull of his. But all will be forgiven if he can complete this one time successfully. I wonder if it is possible to return the Iyo for a different one.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Today was the interview. The Iyo served the tea, barely. The questions asked were dull. This might not be the way for me after all. I did not feel satisfaction at the end of any of it. Just empty and wanting for more. I failed myself. This was a setback; not even the proper teaching to the Iyo would bring me pleasure. I will find solace in the arms of battle. Up close and personal so I can break everything and anything I touch<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows, and the sound of the world echo’s upon the winds of time and we move on. Come for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and I continue to mock the pakras in good humor. Well humor for me at least. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.<br /> <br /> <br /> == Fifth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> ''The entry into the book this time is written with a hard pressed quill tip, the words seem to mark the paper with pressure and scratched in words more than ink.''<br /> <br /> The Iyo ran away, I do not even care. Good riddance. I could not afford to feed the little bugger anymore. He just ate and ate and grew rounder and rounder. It took a stick to make him realize his free meals where done with, I should of just fed him to Qitha. (Qitha being Tolbort's cat.) <br /> I admit it, My temper has been foul even compared to wild Krolvins. <br /> <br /> But To add fuel to today’s flames, an elf dragged one of the First Born from [[Ta'Illistim]] to &quot;fetch&quot; me. To. . . TO FETCH ME? I lost control and snapped at her for such traitorous notions. Who was ''she'' to send someone to fetch for me, and then when the others I sit with in the Courts of Vaalor saw who she brought; a roar raged in my ears. [[Talinvor]]. If it had not been the situation as such, I might of paid more attention to the Dhe’nar before me. How dare they speak so of one of the First Born. What did these pakras understand of our culture? Even worse who was this elf to do this. I will rip off her head and spit down her neck the first chance I get. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Sixth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> Fun and games in the Courtyard in Vaalor has changed. It is becoming more and more apparent now that my being of the Pure Blood and my beliefs are not exactly ''tolerated''. As my strength grows and they bear witness to my growing in strength and Power, I believe they start to fear me. You can see it in how they act towards me, the glances from the corner of their eyes. The hushed murmurs and ignoring of my words when spoken out. It is becoming clearer and clearer it is time for me to move on. Time to see if there are other Dhe'nar about I can attempt to make bonds with. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> A festival came through. Lo and behold, I now have a better means of travel. I purchased a tortoise. He is beautiful to behold, the greenest of shells to make the jungles of Eh'lah envious. The delicate bells I put upon his harness tinkle so lightly they make a soft music. I have never been good at naming my pets. Slaves have always gotten to keep their names due to my lack of desire to do such. To make a long story short, I let the old human, Torbot name him. ''Soup''. It amused me and seems fitting. That shell would make the most excellent cook pot if worse ever comes to worse. Not that it would. I already have grown attached to the large beast. <br /> <br /> <br /> == Seventh month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> I have managed to cross paths with the Dhe’nar, Talinvor once more. This time I paid attention. He is a bard and of the [[Obsidian Tower]], a place where other First Born and the [[Khanshael]] are family. A place of unity. I move forward on my path a few steps again it seems. The urgency of finding MY Way starts to itch my soul once more. I will join them for a hunt, it has all been arranged.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Hunts have gone extremely well. I fight among those much more powerful then I. Including the Ta'la'hai Avaia. They let me learn and fight with them without letting me die and without coddling. I have killed a beast 70 times more skilled then I this day! I have found the rush of life thrumming through my veins once more. I want to become part of the Tower. Just when I have thought my way was to be lost, it seems to have given me a direction to go once more.<br /> <br /> <br /> == Eighth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> *I come to the Tower this evening to petition for my induction and becoming united with those within.<br /> *I come in honor and I walk in power this very moment that I stand before them, willing to prove myself to one and all within the Tower.<br /> *I come to show that I have chosen this as my Way. <br /> <br /> It is taught to us from historians and scholars, that in order to find ones Way, you need someone who has already walked their path and found their Way. Only can one hope to truly learn from such a person as all of them. To have the aid and instruction with the proper knowledge and feel this is what was needed to strengthen in my power. <br /> <br /> Thus, my path has led me here, and I seek to join the family of the Tower. I offer my life to all within, to defend the family with my dying breath and beyond if possible or needed.<br /> <br /> ''Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta.''<br /> Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows And in the distance you hear the wind whisper to every ear it caresses. “It is time. Time for the Obsidian Tower to Rise again.&quot; I cross the Lake of Fear for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and I mock the pakras in good humor. Well humor for me at least. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I was granted permission to be q’hala and assigned to Talinvor to be my mis’ri.<br /> I am apprehensive because he has also just recently acquired a shira’qa. Feels like history repeating itself before I even get started. Should I be alluring as Priestess are in the Temple? Should I use the skills I have only witnessed to ensure proper teaching this time? Time will tell. I will work at proper etiquette and do my best and watch wearily. The Lorekeeper has a reputation that makes me nervous.<br /> <br /> <br /> == Ninth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> Fate is a fickle mistress it is said. I met a woman by the name of Mistress Hepit. She worked art as if it was a caress of life upon the skin of many. I sensed she did not like to touch anyone at the same time it was the price to pay for her wonderful works of art. So it was worth it to her. The piece of art moved me so, that I have taken up this passion with her. Upon my second crossing of her path it was agreed I would become her apprentice, but only after I finished q’hala training. The path to the Way has shown me a junction. I will stay true to the path I am on. Then look for this way once more.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> (Scribbled in a quick hand:)&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Mis’ri Talinvor does love to hear the sound of his own voice. My tongue lacks the finesse for the ancient tongue and it grates on him. That is visible upon his face, regardless how he lounges upon the sofa in the tea parlor. I should jot down a few notes here.''<br /> <br /> Professions was one of the first things I learned:<br /> <br /> *wizard = kris'a flach (blade of power. lit. &quot;power blade&quot;)<br /> *sorcerer = misri me'thor (master of pain)<br /> *empath = ni su me'thor (stealer of pain)<br /> *cleric/priest = lo'mah (f)/lo'mai (m) (lit. priestess/priest)<br /> *bard = misri su'gnosa (master of knowledge)<br /> *ranger = ni su khadesh (stealer of shadows)<br /> *rogue = khadesh'a flach (blade of shadow. lit. &quot;shadow blade&quot;)<br /> *warrior = liastha'a (warrior!)<br /> <br /> Written separately from the rest: <br /> <br /> Monk = Nuja’Tah Fighter spiritualist <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Part of my tasks will be to perform a Telling to reveal my background and how I came here. Then to apply discourse to my caste and finally my profession. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> (Scribbled in a quick hand again:)<br /> <br /> ''Lessons of symbols, and thrones. I wrote an in-depth paper on this, please refer to that for the entirety of the lesson. Quick notes however are:''<br /> <br /> (Currently)<br /> :The throne of Balance is made of Glaes, and currently held by Libri Eoghain<br /> :The Throne of Warlod is made of Rolaren, and currently held by Ta'krak'th Xeta<br /> :The Throne of the Essence is made of Onyx, and currently held by Ta'a'flach Archious<br /> :The Throne of Emmisary is made of Black Ora and was last held by our current Ta’la’hai Avaia.<br /> :The Throne of our Ta’la’hai, may she remain forever, is the Obsidian Chair and representing the Highlord.<br /> <br /> And as days pass the worst of worst more language lessons. My tongue still grates against mher Mis'ri<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> It is at this point that I have learned that mher Mis'ri Talinvor will be reading this journal and I should be keeping record of our Lessons and thoughts regarding them. What is written is written. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows And in the distance you hear the winds laughter echoing outwards. Cross the Lake of Fear for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and mourn the loss of good humor. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Ta’stry’noi Archious graced my lessons this day. I am unsure if it was to ensure my studies were going well or if he had high hopes that I was going to be given to him for experiments. He did offer wise words.<br /> ''Know thy enemy and their weakness.''<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> (Scribbled notes in haste:)<br /> :Power is Everything<br /> :Emotion betrays truth<br /> :Truth is knowledge<br /> :Knowledge is Power<br /> :Power creates Magic<br /> :Magic creates Truth<br /> :Truth is Knowledge<br /> :Knowledge is Power<br /> :Power is Everything<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Tenth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Shield expedition, too much to write and note of. I am cleaning off debris and one of the first to hold, in honor, a shield found possibly from a time long before me. In the time of [[Despana]] and the great battle itself. [[Rhoska-tor]] the location of [[Maelshyve]], and where the Dhe'nar lived for eons before moving to [[Sharath]]. <br /> <br /> (OOC note: The following is the loresong created/presented by the group for a shield found under the guidance of the Ta'Illistim curator, [[Zenlynn Veythorne Illistim]].)<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;wikitable&quot; style=&quot;background-color:#eee;&quot; cellpadding=&quot;25&quot; cellspacing=&quot;25&quot;<br /> |-<br /> | &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:120&gt; <br /> ''The bellows sound in the caverns deep below the earth like the roars of the Drakes of auld. The pound of hammers upon metal, staccato in its sharp pulse sounds like the beating heart of some great demon trapped by the rocks of Rhoska-Tor. The coppery scent of blood rises from the trough used to quench the heat of the forging and diamond used to etch my name in between the polished leather straps made from the hide of our elven enemy. The dark sculpture of my creation gleams in the dim orange glow. “Morna” is my name, and I am a bulwark made to serve the army of the undead queen.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''A desiccated hand lifts me, and turning from the eyeless rows of soldiers ready to give their unlife in service, presents me to another. I feel the sudden warmth of life as a new hand grips me. I feel the beating heart of a human who turns to face his living brethren kneeling before him in deference. I sense an uneasiness from my new master, and despite his words of assurance to his people that they will be free of the yoke of the elves, I wonder if he will soon become one of the eyeless soldiers standing behind him.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The thrum of marching drowns out all sound, a small contingent of the living surrounded by legions of the dead. The looming shadow of black Maelshyve stands ominous behind, watching silently for the barren plains to be breached by the enemy. How long they waited, could not be known, for the forges of the keep made dark clouds so thick that they blotted out the light. My master did not light a torch, for the dead legions surrounding us do not need light to see - and it would be foolish to stand like a beacon for the enemy.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The sound of a horn echoes across the blasted plains and then another and another rise up in challenge to the reign of chaos that has consumed the world. The thunder of armor-shod feet and the battle cries of those foolish enough to challenge death itself enter the fields as a wave. The human that holds me bellows commands to his company - standing fast against his enemy - his heartbeat quickens, not with fear - but with determination and the bitterness of hate. Around him, the legions of the dead remain silent, the only sounds are the clash of weapons and the screams of the living.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The clash of battle is finally upon us, as the axe of a dwarf is blocked and I am swung around to slice his throat with my sharp edge. An elven bowman is bashed from a charge, his face a ruin of flesh and blood and bone. The grey ash of the forges falls upon us like desolate snow, the wreckage of death a colorful tapestry upon the pale canvas.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The bodies twitch, then slowly contort as they rise again to their feet, shambling toward a desiccated creature which stands as taller than any elf and possessing a crown of bones. The creature’s eyes blaze with an ominous red hue captured within dark sockets of its skull. The crackle of bone and magic add to the cacophony of the banshees’ wails and the blood curdling screams of those that die painfully in their wake. <br /> <br /> <br /> ''The human that wields me, falters. Visions of death and the rise of unlife surround us. A beating heart in the middle of all this, the palpable sense of fear bubbling up that even I can feel such dread. This will not do. I am a bulwark to the dark fortress and will serve still after this human is absorbed into the legion.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The battle ebbs and flows like the tide, the legions pressed back toward the black walls and then surge forward as the fallen rise again to turn against their own. The dull monotone of uttered magic is heard echoing against the sky and in an instant the sky cracks open in flame as horrors from other valences pour forth. These creatures rend flesh from bone and scorch the ground where they walk. The human’s heart race and I taste his fear.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The creatures push against the sea of dead aside and begin to tear at the walls of Maelshyve itself. An unending wave continues to escape through more and more tears in the veil. Something gives chase to us, and I feel heat like the forge gaining as the human runs in fear. A single misstep sends the human tumbling. He rolls to place me over him, as a claw rending into the metal. The human is too slow, and the creature’s other claw tears a gash in his throat. ''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''I feel the life quickly drain from the human beneath me, but then suddenly grow cold. His dead hand takes hold, and rises to again join the legion. As he shuffles forward, an explosion rips past and I am overtaken by nothing.'' &lt;/span&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Weather has gotten considerably colder than I am used to. But Lessons are Lessons. <br /> <br /> <br /> ''Braids''&lt;br&gt;<br /> *A Warriors single braid &lt;br&gt;<br /> This purpose is to keep the hair out of their way. But also keeps it from being easily grabbed by an enemy. The length of the braid is representative of the Warrior's prowess in battle. For if an enemy does grab it, they can easily slice it off in a single cut.<br /> *Warlock is 2<br /> *Temple is 3<br /> *Council is 5 - know your council &quot;Ta'la'hai, Ta'a'flach, Ta'lo'mah, Ta'krak'th, Ku'utare.<br /> *Highlord is 7<br /> <br /> This was followed by another lengthy Lesson of the Ancient Tongue. Notes include: <br /> <br /> ''Times of day:''<br /> :Dawn - sh'soci'q<br /> :Morning - um'ni<br /> :Noon - ta'soci'q<br /> :Afternoon - she'ri<br /> :Dusk - ku'soci'q<br /> :Evening - sh'rein<br /> :Midnight- shon'shtar'rein<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Victory before Pride, While one can haste a strike with a weapon, it leaves them vulnerable if they miss the timing. But there is a better way, in the case of a bard a stunning shout instead - which allows them to keep up defenses, and in some situations that is the better option.<br /> Always remember - ''Victory before pride. And a victory is given to those that are not dead.''<br /> <br /> I wonder at what cost is a Victory a Victory if you're not proud of what you did?<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> There are THREE forms of power. <br /> :There is the power of KNOWLEDGE. This is learning and studying information. This is the strongest point of the Temple caste. &lt;br&gt;<br /> :The second is MANIPULATION. This is the ability to convince and redirect others to accomplish something. This is the specialty of the Warlock Caste &lt;br&gt;<br /> :The power of WILL.. or Force of Will is the ability to lead, inspire or even intimidate. This is expected and required for the Warrior Caste. &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> (''notes are reiterated again below:'')&lt;br&gt;<br /> Power of Knowledge is the specialty of Temple Caste | Power of Manipulation is the specialty of Warlock Caste |Power of Will is the specialty of Warrior Caste<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> The points of reflection on the path of The Way &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aka: The Way Notes &amp; Manifesto<br /> ''' ''Family, Survival, Self-Perfection, Opinion, Power, Honor, Unity, Family'' '''<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Today’s lessons were the depth understanding of the tenants we live by is given to us by Noi'sho'rah and Tah'lad's example. Very in-depth as always, &lt;s&gt;just like back in Eh’lah listening to them drone on and on.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> 1. Don’t limit yourself to the static of philosophies of religion and idealism. I know this from the day I knew my name. Learn from the Akrati, do not emulate them<br /> 2. There is no good or evil, only Right or Wrong.<br /> 3. Recognize the strength and purpose in others. Everyone has a use, or can be used as a tool in some way.<br /> 4. Achieve harmony within ourselves by challenging both mind and body. Balance, it’s all about Balance.<br /> 5. We do not let ourselves to be controlled by the tools of emotions. This is the toughest one for me. Punishments have been applied more than once in aiding me to learn this lesson. <br /> 6. Do not hold pride over victory. . . . We are a people of unity.<br /> 7. Do not tolerate weakness. This is obvious. Excuses are only good for those who make them.<br /> 8. We do not allow living any born or yet unborn of Dhe’nar that is not pure. Such couplings that result in tainted offspring weaken our bloodline. Any that disregard this law betrays the Family and forfeits the privilege of being Dhe’nar. . . again I have known this since the first breath I took.<br /> 9. All those who have Lost their way, can find it again. They can return to us if they choose the path of enlightenment. It’s never too late; I will help lead them if possible.<br /> 10. Knowledge above all things. Knowledge truly is power<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> FAENDRYL VS DHE’NAR <br /> <br /> Similarities: Certainty of superiority, desire for power in various forms, disliked by other cultures<br /> <br /> Differences: View of place in the world, afterlife, interactions with other cultures<br /> <br /> Faendryl want power now, for personal gain and will backstab their own to get it. It's reactive power goals, and not always based in real skill or ability.<br /> <br /> Dhe'nar want to earn power in an afterlife, so they seek perfection in themselves and in their race. They are proactive in that aim, via bloodlines, castes and tests so everything earned is respected and obtained on merit. Dhe'nar are thinking toward elevating their entire population, not just individuals.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Eleventh month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Honor seems to be todays focus.<br /> <br /> A discussion regarding honor seem to spread throughout the halls of the Tower this evening. <br /> There seem to be a few perspectives to it. The whole thing revealed to me that honor to one is not always the honor of another. An honor for a shira’qa is to serve her Mis’ri. But the Honor of the Family is a code of conduct of unity. It is the roots of our tree . . . it is Dignity and Respect . <br /> <br /> Personal honor is determined internally by one’s own commitment to life. Some say this is predetermined ethics. My intentions and my actions determine my honor, not the thoughts of others. I know right from wrong. However, It is not always black and white. So I will have to do the best that I can and live a life of honor that holds truth and purity of intentions. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Today the Ta’la’hai Avaia showed me a tome. <br /> <br /> It was an amethyst-set rolaren tome: ''A wide circle was carved from the engraved black rolaren in the center of the cover, and that space is filled by dark-hued amethysts that combine with obsidian to form the Dhe'nar crest. The rolaren, obsidian, and amethyst had been joined together so skillfully that the crest is as flat as a mirror, with no cracks or ridges between pieces. Lettering on the first page could be dimly seen through the translucent crest, though the amethyst and obsidian cast too many shadows for it to be legible.''<br /> <br /> Power is everything.&lt;br&gt;<br /> A tear. A rock. The air we breathe. The cry of a broken heart and the scream of a young sylph finding release in death. There is untapped, innate power in all that is around us. One need only to hold the key to unlock the great potential in the world in order to fully understand what it is to be power itself.<br /> <br /> One need only to tap into this vast reserve to achieve the unthinkable, the unimaginable . . . the unexplainable acts of greatness that shape and define the world, or tear all that is known down around its inhabitants.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> It is founded within the castes – <br /> <br /> Temple caste focus on internal, how to empower the people through the Way and through the bloodline. Spiritual development.<br /> <br /> Warlock focuses on how to control - how to gain power from the world around them and manipulate it to serve their own purpose.<br /> <br /> Warrior protects the people, and do not have lofty ambitions beyond their prowess and honor in battle.<br /> <br /> I have lofty ambitions and believe in the First Born's blood line. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I was sent to Ta'a'flach Archious for a task and to ask about his caste. I do not believe he has time for the likes of me, being q’hala but I also know he believes in my strength and knows I will not be q'hala forever. He managed to pull away from his books and look at me, even if it was just for a moment. But in that moment, I could see in his eyes, I was as something other than a possible subject for his experiments. His task for me was to answer the question about the Essence of the magical flows. He was busy and despite the answer being quick on my tongue so was the dismissal. With the time, I ended up giving it a great deal of thought and study to his question after all. <br /> <br /> <br /> I had to understand what magic really is on its own. On its own it is nothing. It cannot create or destroy, despite how it may seem or look. It is basically the art of taking what is already there and bending and forming it like any other tool to serve its user<br /> <br /> <br /> Magic, on its own, is nothing. Magic cannot create, and it does not destroy, despite appearances to the contrary. At its core, magic is the art of taking what is already there and bending and twisting it until it serves the function one would like. The Wizard does not create a flame any more than the act of striking a match does, it simply coalesces and frees the ambient flame in the area. Thus, the basis of magic is taking a desired pattern and coercing the local forces into it.<br /> <br /> <br /> Transformation, self-control and focus. The will for it to be this way. Ta’a’flach Archious summarized it for me as he gave his approval. The flows of energy are what they are. They take the form imposed upon them by the caster's will.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Next I was sent to the Libri Eoghain to seek answers of what he believed with the Temple Caste.<br /> <br /> <br /> Each time our paths cross I feel a kindred soul to him. His treatment was that of the community as in my youth. Empowered in the knowing of being one of the First Born. <br /> <br /> <br /> He spoke of all the caste but struck home hardest with this comment. So much so, I am thinking of making sure I slip it into My telling. &lt;br&gt;<br /> ''&quot;The Temple caste rules our entire society. We are the caste that has not only devoted ourselves to the practice of the Way, but also to its exploration on a physical and philosophical level. The Temple is the shining beacon around which our society revolves.&quot;''<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows and the winds ensure you can feel the coldness of its touch tickling every exposed piece of flesh it can find. Cross the Lake of Fear for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and mourn the loss of good humor. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.<br /> <br /> <br /> Ta’la’hai Avaia sends me to find Mnar for lessons on the Warrior Caste. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == First month of the year 5121: ==<br /> <br /> Keeping a journal is getting tougher for me, the weight of papers and they are always getting in the way of other things I must keep with me. I have stuffed it in the locker more than a few times and this has caused a lapse in keeping my writing up. But not so much that the important lessons are lost.<br /> <br /> The question of “Have you always succeeded in seeing your plans to fruition?” was asked by the Ta’la’hai Avaia, may she always remain in Power. &lt;br&gt;<br /> I didn’t reply correctly. This then became Mis’ri’s duty to show me why the answer was incorrect. The other q’hala Leshe was the smarter one when posed with the question too.<br /> <br /> <br /> My answer was, &quot;I do not think anyone’s plans always come to fruit, there is always a chance of failure.&quot; &lt;br&gt;<br /> The Ta’la’hai said I lacked confidence. I have seen the error of the answer I gave, and what I have now come to understand.<br /> <br /> The correct answer clarified by my Mis'ri is: <br /> Eii, because I have learned how to adapt and survive. While my first plan may not play out how I liked, I will come up with an alternative, change it, and alter my goal. In the end I will still be sure to be victorious despite setbacks.<br /> <br /> <br /> I have taken this lesson to heart, because it defines who we are as Dhe'nar. I was reminded that we do not give up, else we would not have survived. We adapt, we change and we evolve.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows And in the distance you hear the wind howl as it races out across the lands seeking answers it can never hear. No more crossing the Lake of Fear for spells, but now stand in a room suffering the stench of unwashed bodies. Time passes slowly and my knowledge, strength and impatience grows.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Second month of the year 5121: ==<br /> <br /> Lessons have stopped. My Telling is at hand...&lt;br&gt;<br /> A Q'hala must do the following tasks for the Telling:<br /> * A presentation about oneself, and what brings me from Eh'lah.<br /> * A presentation about the Warrior caste. <br /> * A presentation about the monk profession.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Shortly after my telling, I was corrected on part of my telling regarding the Temple being the center of our society. I have seen the error of my ways and now know, All Castes are equally shared in the power, not just one. They work in unity. <br /> <br /> <br /> == Final Entry, Tilamaires, day 16 of the month Fashanos in the year 5121 ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Today is the day I turn my little blue leather journal over to Tah’lon Vorrith after the Great Hunt. <br /> <br /> <br /> Whatever Happens, I would like him to finish the story for me and be proud of his q’hala. <br /> <br /> <br /> With this journal I present him with the chrism trinket that I have worn around my neck hidden beneath my under robes next to the flesh. May it serve him as it has me. It is somewhat hard to look at but if he wears it close to his heart as I did, he will be fine. The end of my q’hala training is left for him to fill in.<br /> <br /> :::signed, <br /> ::::::Tabubu ~<br /> ::::::::::::---,--}--‘—{(@ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ==Definitions (player created lore/language not otherwise specified)==<br /> <br /> * q'halae = (plural). Student of The Way, Dhe'nar only. Generally treated less than a slave, in order to teach true humility so that they understand pride. Female is q'hala, male is q'hali.<br /> <br /> *Warriors = in reference to the Warrior Caste of Dhe'nar. The four castes being Warlock, Temple, Warrior and Worker.<br /> <br /> *First Born = The Dhe'nar, or 'dyari' in the native tongue. Dhe'nar are very pure blood oriented in their lineages, so they believe theirs to be untainted from the first elves.<br /> <br /> *pakra = A heretic. Someone that does not follow The Way.<br /> <br /> *The Way = the cultural philosophy of the Dhe'nar, that turned aside the political ambition and segregation of the elven Houses and seeks perfection in self improvement. It is an ideal that they will some day ascend above the Drakes as a people.<br /> <br /> *Ta'la'hai = High Lord. This is the title of the highest ranking Dhe'nar of any organized population (ie. city or outpost). In this instance, Ta'la'hai here refers to the leader of the Obsidian Tower in [[Wehnimer's Landing]]. Ta'la'hah is the female version, though Avaia prefers the male title.<br /> <br /> *Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta. = This is a portion of the 'Mantra of the Magi', taught to Warlock caste members though it is still important to all castes. Gnosa is the root word for knowledge, kris is the root word for power. (Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything.)<br /> <br /> *mis'ri = master. As students are (often) treated as less than a slave in their training, the same word is used for a teacher as it is for the master of a slave. Mis'ri is male, mis'ra is female.<br /> <br /> *shira'qa = personal slave. They perform essential support for a prominent Dhe'nar.<br /> <br /> *Lorekeeper = term used for a bard.<br /> <br /> *mher = my<br /> <br /> *Ta’stry’noi = new word for the position of Essence. Old term was Ta'a'flach, which was 'High Blade', pulled from the wizard term of kris a'flach. Both terms are acceptable usage and vary depending on the generation of (Tower) Dhe'nar.<br /> <br /> *Libri = new word for the position of Balance. Old term was Ku'utare, which was 'Not crooked, or Not tainted'. Both terms are acceptable usage and vary depending on the generation of (Tower) Dhe'nar.<br /> <br /> <br /> ==See Also==<br /> * [[Dhe'nar]]<br /> * [http://obsidiantower.com The Obsidian Tower] Official Site of the CHE Organization [[Obsidian Tower]]</div>

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<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{creative-work | title = A Q'hala's First Year | type = essay | author-displayed = [[Tabubu (prime)]]}}<br /> [[Category:Player Crafted Dhe'nar Lore]]<br /> <br /> &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; '''<br /> == Journal of Tabubu, The start of her path and q'halae training==<br /> ''' &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> I can still hear her whisper upon my ear as we crouched down behind the dense foliage watching the newly raised warrior caste. Her tone hushed and demanding, &quot;My girl...''my girl''...don’t lie to me. Tell me where did you sleep last night?&quot; I did not bother to turn my head to face her. She knew, and the words really were not needed because she went on without pause. “What will you do when they discover what you have ''done''? Where will you go!?&quot; All I know is - I can’t go back. The very thought caused me to shiver through and through. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == First Month of the Year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Arrived in a place known as [[Ta'Vaalor]] today. A good place to start, or so it is said by all the Warriors. The guards stopped me at the gate demanding I get papers if I planned on spending any length of time in the city. I can get them at the Town Hall. Since I was a new face, they will give me a little time to acquire such papers. Their eyes upon me spoke volumes despite the civil tongues they presented. What am I thinking? Why am I doing this and not facing the fate handed to me? <br /> <br /> ----<br /> I have been searching for a slave since I got here with no avail. I see they are not surprised by my appearance and have witnessed a few First Born among the crowds. <br /> <br /> I have settled in a bit and now seek the path of the Way. . . I keep my studies up, and focus my center core culling the nasties surrounding the area. Each day strengthens me and I can feel my self-Power growing. I am beginning to know who I am. If I could only find one damn decent slave to skin for me.<br /> <br /> I have drawn the attention of another First Born at last. Our eyes met and he is silent. He seems to know so much yet wants nothing to do with anyone else unless he truly must. I cannot make my eyes meet his again. Not yet, I need to become stronger. More Powerful. I will know when it is time. His name is Telare.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Word has finally reached the right ears, finally. I have started to believe that this was going to be my forever punishment for leaving the comforts of [[Eh'lah]]. Just mentioning that I was seeking a slave has put more than one resident of Ta’Vaalor up in arms. They are horrified by this idea. But no matter, luck has blessed my Way this day. I am purchasing an [[Iyo]] from the jungles of [[Mist Harbor]]. The shaman I am purchasing him from swears that he can skin, just doesn’t build well and has become to lazy for the hard work they require of their own. I will beat it out of him, this Iyo will be serving tea and skinning with great honor by the time I have finished with him. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows and the sound of the world echoes upon the winds of time and we move on. Come for spells, play a few games of minis and mock the pakras in good humor. Well humor for me at least. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> The Iyo slave has proven difficult but as the time draws near he will have to do. Did I mention that I applied for the Library position on the [[Isle of the Four Winds]]? Knowledge is Power, a place of knowledge. This must be what my path is meant to take; THE WAY, it must be meant to be this. The interview is in a few days, I will have to work diligently upon the back of that lazy Iyo. He often escapes but is never hard to find when it comes to meal time. Thumping him only echoes a hollow sound from within that thick skull of his. But all will be forgiven if he can complete this one time successfully. I wonder if it is possible to return the Iyo for a different one.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Today was the interview. The Iyo served the tea, barely. The questions asked were dull. This might not be the way for me after all. I did not feel satisfaction at the end of any of it. Just empty and wanting for more. I failed myself. This was a setback; not even the proper teaching to the Iyo would bring me pleasure. I will find solace in the arms of battle. Up close and personal so I can break everything and anything I touch<br /> <br /> ----<br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows, and the sound of the world echo’s upon the winds of time and we move on. Come for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and I continue to mock the pakras in good humor. Well humor for me at least. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.<br /> <br /> <br /> == Fifth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> ''The entry into the book this time is written with a hard pressed quill tip, the words seem to mark the paper with pressure and scratched in words more than ink.''<br /> <br /> The Iyo ran away, I do not even care. Good riddance. I could not afford to feed the little bugger anymore. He just ate and ate and grew rounder and rounder. It took a stick to make him realize his free meals where done with, I should of just fed him to Qitha. (Qitha being Tolbort's cat.) <br /> I admit it, My temper has been foul even compared to wild Krolvins. <br /> <br /> But To add fuel to today’s flames, an elf dragged one of the First Born from [[Ta'Illistim]] to &quot;fetch&quot; me. To. . . TO FETCH ME? I lost control and snapped at her for such traitorous notions. Who was ''she'' to send someone to fetch for me, and then when the others I sit with in the Courts of Vaalor saw who she brought; a roar raged in my ears. [[Talinvor]]. If it had not been the situation as such, I might of paid more attention to the Dhe’nar before me. How dare they speak so of one of the First Born. What did these pakras understand of our culture? Even worse who was this elf to do this. I will rip off her head and spit down her neck the first chance I get. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Sixth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> Fun and games in the Courtyard in Vaalor has changed. It is becoming more and more apparent now that my being of the Pure Blood and my beliefs are not exactly ''tolerated''. As my strength grows and they bear witness to my growing in strength and Power, I believe they start to fear me. You can see it in how they act towards me, the glances from the corner of their eyes. The hushed murmurs and ignoring of my words when spoken out. It is becoming clearer and clearer it is time for me to move on. Time to see if there are other Dhe'nar about I can attempt to make bonds with. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> A festival came through. Lo and behold, I now have a better means of travel. I purchased a tortoise. He is beautiful to behold, the greenest of shells to make the jungles of Eh'lah envious. The delicate bells I put upon his harness tinkle so lightly they make a soft music. I have never been good at naming my pets. Slaves have always gotten to keep their names due to my lack of desire to do such. To make a long story short, I let the old human, Torbot name him. ''Soup''. It amused me and seems fitting. That shell would make the most excellent cook pot if worse ever comes to worse. Not that it would. I already have grown attached to the large beast. <br /> <br /> <br /> == Seventh month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> I have managed to cross paths with the Dhe’nar, Talinvor once more. This time I paid attention. He is a bard and of the [[Obsidian Tower]], a place where other First Born and the [[Khanshael]] are family. A place of unity. I move forward on my path a few steps again it seems. The urgency of finding MY Way starts to itch my soul once more. I will join them for a hunt, it has all been arranged.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> Hunts have gone extremely well. I fight among those much more powerful then I. Including the Ta'la'hai Avaia. They let me learn and fight with them without letting me die and without coddling. I have killed a beast 70 times more skilled then I this day! I have found the rush of life thrumming through my veins once more. I want to become part of the Tower. Just when I have thought my way was to be lost, it seems to have given me a direction to go once more.<br /> <br /> <br /> == Eighth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> *I come to the Tower this evening to petition for my induction and becoming united with those within.<br /> *I come in honor and I walk in power this very moment that I stand before them, willing to prove myself to one and all within the Tower.<br /> *I come to show that I have chosen this as my Way. <br /> <br /> It is taught to us from historians and scholars, that in order to find ones Way, you need someone who has already walked their path and found their Way. Only can one hope to truly learn from such a person as all of them. To have the aid and instruction with the proper knowledge and feel this is what was needed to strengthen in my power. <br /> <br /> Thus, my path has led me here, and I seek to join the family of the Tower. I offer my life to all within, to defend the family with my dying breath and beyond if possible or needed.<br /> <br /> ''Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta.''<br /> Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows And in the distance you hear the wind whisper to every ear it caresses. “It is time. Time for the Obsidian Tower to Rise again.&quot; I cross the Lake of Fear for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and I mock the pakras in good humor. Well humor for me at least. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I was granted permission to be q’hala and assigned to Talinvor to be my mis’ri.<br /> I am apprehensive because he has also just recently acquired a shira’qa. Feels like history repeating itself before I even get started. Should I be alluring as Priestess are in the Temple? Should I use the skills I have only witnessed to ensure proper teaching this time? Time will tell. I will work at proper etiquette and do my best and watch wearily. The Lorekeeper has a reputation that makes me nervous.<br /> <br /> <br /> == Ninth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> Fate is a fickle mistress it is said. I met a woman by the name of Mistress Hepit. She worked art as if it was a caress of life upon the skin of many. I sensed she did not like to touch anyone at the same time it was the price to pay for her wonderful works of art. So it was worth it to her. The piece of art moved me so, that I have taken up this passion with her. Upon my second crossing of her path it was agreed I would become her apprentice, but only after I finished q’hala training. The path to the Way has shown me a junction. I will stay true to the path I am on. Then look for this way once more.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> (Scribbled in a quick hand:)&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Mis’ri Talinvor does love to hear the sound of his own voice. My tongue lacks the finesse for the ancient tongue and it grates on him. That is visible upon his face, regardless how he lounges upon the sofa in the tea parlor. I should jot down a few notes here.''<br /> <br /> Professions was one of the first things I learned:<br /> <br /> *wizard = kris'a flach (blade of power. lit. &quot;power blade&quot;)<br /> *sorcerer = misri me'thor (master of pain)<br /> *empath = ni su me'thor (stealer of pain)<br /> *cleric/priest = lo'mah (f)/lo'mai (m) (lit. priestess/priest)<br /> *bard = misri su'gnosa (master of knowledge)<br /> *ranger = ni su khadesh (stealer of shadows)<br /> *rogue = khadesh'a flach (blade of shadow. lit. &quot;shadow blade&quot;)<br /> *warrior = liastha'a (warrior!)<br /> <br /> Written separately from the rest: <br /> <br /> Monk = Nuja’Tah Fighter spiritualist <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Part of my tasks will be to perform a Telling to reveal my background and how I came here. Then to apply discourse to my caste and finally my profession. <br /> ----<br /> <br /> (Scribbled in a quick hand again:)<br /> <br /> ''Lessons of symbols, and thrones. I wrote an in-depth paper on this, please refer to that for the entirety of the lesson. Quick notes however are:''<br /> <br /> (Currently)<br /> :The throne of Balance is made of Glaes, and currently held by Libri Eoghain<br /> :The Throne of Warlod is made of Rolaren, and currently held by Ta'krak'th Xeta<br /> :The Throne of the Essence is made of Onyx, and currently held by Ta'a'flach Archious<br /> :The Throne of Emmisary is made of Black Ora and was last held by our current Ta’la’hai Avaia.<br /> :The Throne of our Ta’la’hai, may she remain forever, is the Obsidian Chair and representing the Highlord.<br /> <br /> And as days pass the worst of worst more language lessons. My tongue still grates against mher Mis'ri<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> It is at this point that I have learned that mher Mis'ri Talinvor will be reading this journal and I should be keeping record of our Lessons and thoughts regarding them. What is written is written. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows And in the distance you hear the winds laughter echoing outwards. Cross the Lake of Fear for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and mourn the loss of good humor. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Ta’stry’noi Archious graced my lessons this day. I am unsure if it was to ensure my studies were going well or if he had high hopes that I was going to be given to him for experiments. He did offer wise words.<br /> ''Know thy enemy and their weakness.''<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> (Scribbled notes in haste:)<br /> :Power is Everything<br /> :Emotion betrays truth<br /> :Truth is knowledge<br /> :Knowledge is Power<br /> :Power creates Magic<br /> :Magic creates Truth<br /> :Truth is Knowledge<br /> :Knowledge is Power<br /> :Power is Everything<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Tenth month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Shield expedition, too much to write and note of. I am cleaning off debris and one of the first to hold, in honor, a shield found possibly from a time long before me. In the time of [[Despana]] and the great battle itself. [[Rhoska-tor]] the location of [[Maelshyve]], and where the Dhe'nar lived for eons before moving to [[Sharath]]. <br /> <br /> (OOC note: The following is the loresong created/presented by the group for a shield found under the guidance of the Ta'Illistim curator, [[Zenlynn Veythorne Illistim]].)<br /> <br /> {| class=&quot;wikitable&quot; style=&quot;background-color:#eee;&quot; cellpadding=&quot;25&quot; cellspacing=&quot;25&quot;<br /> |-<br /> | &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:120&gt; <br /> ''The bellows sound in the caverns deep below the earth like the roars of the Drakes of auld. The pound of hammers upon metal, staccato in its sharp pulse sounds like the beating heart of some great demon trapped by the rocks of Rhoska-Tor. The coppery scent of blood rises from the trough used to quench the heat of the forging and diamond used to etch my name in between the polished leather straps made from the hide of our elven enemy. The dark sculpture of my creation gleams in the dim orange glow. “Morna” is my name, and I am a bulwark made to serve the army of the undead queen.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''A desiccated hand lifts me, and turning from the eyeless rows of soldiers ready to give their unlife in service, presents me to another. I feel the sudden warmth of life as a new hand grips me. I feel the beating heart of a human who turns to face his living brethren kneeling before him in deference. I sense an uneasiness from my new master, and despite his words of assurance to his people that they will be free of the yoke of the elves, I wonder if he will soon become one of the eyeless soldiers standing behind him.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The thrum of marching drowns out all sound, a small contingent of the living surrounded by legions of the dead. The looming shadow of black Maelshyve stands ominous behind, watching silently for the barren plains to be breached by the enemy. How long they waited, could not be known, for the forges of the keep made dark clouds so thick that they blotted out the light. My master did not light a torch, for the dead legions surrounding us do not need light to see - and it would be foolish to stand like a beacon for the enemy.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The sound of a horn echoes across the blasted plains and then another and another rise up in challenge to the reign of chaos that has consumed the world. The thunder of armor-shod feet and the battle cries of those foolish enough to challenge death itself enter the fields as a wave. The human that holds me bellows commands to his company - standing fast against his enemy - his heartbeat quickens, not with fear - but with determination and the bitterness of hate. Around him, the legions of the dead remain silent, the only sounds are the clash of weapons and the screams of the living.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The clash of battle is finally upon us, as the axe of a dwarf is blocked and I am swung around to slice his throat with my sharp edge. An elven bowman is bashed from a charge, his face a ruin of flesh and blood and bone. The grey ash of the forges falls upon us like desolate snow, the wreckage of death a colorful tapestry upon the pale canvas.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The bodies twitch, then slowly contort as they rise again to their feet, shambling toward a desiccated creature which stands as taller than any elf and possessing a crown of bones. The creature’s eyes blaze with an ominous red hue captured within dark sockets of its skull. The crackle of bone and magic add to the cacophony of the banshees’ wails and the blood curdling screams of those that die painfully in their wake. <br /> <br /> <br /> ''The human that wields me, falters. Visions of death and the rise of unlife surround us. A beating heart in the middle of all this, the palpable sense of fear bubbling up that even I can feel such dread. This will not do. I am a bulwark to the dark fortress and will serve still after this human is absorbed into the legion.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The battle ebbs and flows like the tide, the legions pressed back toward the black walls and then surge forward as the fallen rise again to turn against their own. The dull monotone of uttered magic is heard echoing against the sky and in an instant the sky cracks open in flame as horrors from other valences pour forth. These creatures rend flesh from bone and scorch the ground where they walk. The human’s heart race and I taste his fear.''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''The creatures push against the sea of dead aside and begin to tear at the walls of Maelshyve itself. An unending wave continues to escape through more and more tears in the veil. Something gives chase to us, and I feel heat like the forge gaining as the human runs in fear. A single misstep sends the human tumbling. He rolls to place me over him, as a claw rending into the metal. The human is too slow, and the creature’s other claw tears a gash in his throat. ''<br /> <br /> <br /> ''I feel the life quickly drain from the human beneath me, but then suddenly grow cold. His dead hand takes hold, and rises to again join the legion. As he shuffles forward, an explosion rips past and I am overtaken by nothing.'' &lt;/span&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Weather has gotten considerably colder than I am used to. But Lessons are Lessons. <br /> <br /> <br /> ''Braids''&lt;br&gt;<br /> *A Warriors single braid &lt;br&gt;<br /> This purpose is to keep the hair out of their way. But also keeps it from being easily grabbed by an enemy. The length of the braid is representative of the Warrior's prowess in battle. For if an enemy does grab it, they can easily slice it off in a single cut.<br /> *Warlock is 2<br /> *Temple is 3<br /> *Council is 5 - know your council &quot;Ta'la'hai, Ta'a'flach, Ta'lo'mah, Ta'krak'th, Ku'utare.<br /> *Highlord is 7<br /> <br /> This was followed by another lengthy Lesson of the Ancient Tongue. Notes include: <br /> <br /> ''Times of day:''<br /> :Dawn - sh'soci'q<br /> :Morning - um'ni<br /> :Noon - ta'soci'q<br /> :Afternoon - she'ri<br /> :Dusk - ku'soci'q<br /> :Evening - sh'rein<br /> :Midnight- shon'shtar'rein<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Victory before Pride, While one can haste a strike with a weapon, it leaves them vulnerable if they miss the timing. But there is a better way, in the case of a bard a stunning shout instead - which allows them to keep up defenses, and in some situations that is the better option.<br /> Always remember - ''Victory before pride. And a victory is given to those that are not dead.''<br /> <br /> I wonder at what cost is a Victory a Victory if you're not proud of what you did?<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> There are THREE forms of power. <br /> :There is the power of KNOWLEDGE. This is learning and studying information. This is the strongest point of the Temple caste. &lt;br&gt;<br /> :The second is MANIPULATION. This is the ability to convince and redirect others to accomplish something. This is the specialty of the Warlock Caste &lt;br&gt;<br /> :The power of WILL.. or Force of Will is the ability to lead, inspire or even intimidate. This is expected and required for the Warrior Caste. &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> (''notes are reiterated again below:'')&lt;br&gt;<br /> Power of Knowledge is the specialty of Temple Caste | Power of Manipulation is the specialty of Warlock Caste |Power of Will is the specialty of Warrior Caste<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> The points of reflection on the path of The Way &lt;br&gt;<br /> Aka: The Way Notes &amp; Manifesto<br /> ''' ''Family, Survival, Self-Perfection, Opinion, Power, Honor, Unity, Family'' '''<br /> <br /> ----<br /> Today’s lessons were the depth understanding of the tenants we live by is given to us by Noi'sho'rah and Tah'lad's example. Very in-depth as always, &lt;s&gt;just like back in Eh’lah listening to them drone on and on.&lt;/s&gt;<br /> <br /> 1. Don’t limit yourself to the static of philosophies of religion and idealism. I know this from the day I knew my name. Learn from the Akrati, do not emulate them<br /> 2. There is no good or evil, only Right or Wrong.<br /> 3. Recognize the strength and purpose in others. Everyone has a use, or can be used as a tool in some way.<br /> 4. Achieve harmony within ourselves by challenging both mind and body. Balance, it’s all about Balance.<br /> 5. We do not let ourselves to be controlled by the tools of emotions. This is the toughest one for me. Punishments have been applied more than once in aiding me to learn this lesson. <br /> 6. Do not hold pride over victory. . . . We are a people of unity.<br /> 7. Do not tolerate weakness. This is obvious. Excuses are only good for those who make them.<br /> 8. We do not allow living any born or yet unborn of Dhe’nar that is not pure. Such couplings that result in tainted offspring weaken our bloodline. Any that disregard this law betrays the Family and forfeits the privilege of being Dhe’nar. . . again I have known this since the first breath I took.<br /> 9. All those who have Lost their way, can find it again. They can return to us if they choose the path of enlightenment. It’s never too late; I will help lead them if possible.<br /> 10. Knowledge above all things. Knowledge truly is power<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> FAENDRYL VS DHE’NAR <br /> <br /> Similarities: Certainty of superiority, desire for power in various forms, disliked by other cultures<br /> <br /> Differences: View of place in the world, afterlife, interactions with other cultures<br /> <br /> Faendryl want power now, for personal gain and will backstab their own to get it. It's reactive power goals, and not always based in real skill or ability.<br /> <br /> Dhe'nar want to earn power in an afterlife, so they seek perfection in themselves and in their race. They are proactive in that aim, via bloodlines, castes and tests so everything earned is respected and obtained on merit. Dhe'nar are thinking toward elevating their entire population, not just individuals.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Eleventh month of the year 5120: ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Honor seems to be todays focus.<br /> <br /> A discussion regarding honor seem to spread throughout the halls of the Tower this evening. <br /> There seem to be a few perspectives to it. The whole thing revealed to me that honor to one is not always the honor of another. An honor for a shira’qa is to serve her Mis’ri. But the Honor of the Family is a code of conduct of unity. It is the roots of our tree . . . it is Dignity and Respect . <br /> <br /> Personal honor is determined internally by one’s own commitment to life. Some say this is predetermined ethics. My intentions and my actions determine my honor, not the thoughts of others. I know right from wrong. However, It is not always black and white. So I will have to do the best that I can and live a life of honor that holds truth and purity of intentions. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Today the Ta’la’hai Avaia showed me a tome. <br /> <br /> It was an amethyst-set rolaren tome: ''A wide circle was carved from the engraved black rolaren in the center of the cover, and that space is filled by dark-hued amethysts that combine with obsidian to form the Dhe'nar crest. The rolaren, obsidian, and amethyst had been joined together so skillfully that the crest is as flat as a mirror, with no cracks or ridges between pieces. Lettering on the first page could be dimly seen through the translucent crest, though the amethyst and obsidian cast too many shadows for it to be legible.''<br /> <br /> Power is everything.&lt;br&gt;<br /> A tear. A rock. The air we breathe. The cry of a broken heart and the scream of a young sylph finding release in death. There is untapped, innate power in all that is around us. One need only to hold the key to unlock the great potential in the world in order to fully understand what it is to be power itself.<br /> <br /> One need only to tap into this vast reserve to achieve the unthinkable, the unimaginable . . . the unexplainable acts of greatness that shape and define the world, or tear all that is known down around its inhabitants.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> It is founded within the castes – <br /> <br /> Temple caste focus on internal, how to empower the people through the Way and through the bloodline. Spiritual development.<br /> <br /> Warlock focuses on how to control - how to gain power from the world around them and manipulate it to serve their own purpose.<br /> <br /> Warrior protects the people, and do not have lofty ambitions beyond their prowess and honor in battle.<br /> <br /> I have lofty ambitions and believe in the First Born's blood line. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I was sent to Ta'a'flach Archious for a task and to ask about his caste. I do not believe he has time for the likes of me, being q’hala but I also know he believes in my strength and knows I will not be q'hala forever. He managed to pull away from his books and look at me, even if it was just for a moment. But in that moment, I could see in his eyes, I was as something other than a possible subject for his experiments. His task for me was to answer the question about the Essence of the magical flows. He was busy and despite the answer being quick on my tongue so was the dismissal. With the time, I ended up giving it a great deal of thought and study to his question after all. <br /> <br /> <br /> I had to understand what magic really is on its own. On its own it is nothing. It cannot create or destroy, despite how it may seem or look. It is basically the art of taking what is already there and bending and forming it like any other tool to serve its user<br /> <br /> <br /> Magic, on its own, is nothing. Magic cannot create, and it does not destroy, despite appearances to the contrary. At its core, magic is the art of taking what is already there and bending and twisting it until it serves the function one would like. The Wizard does not create a flame any more than the act of striking a match does, it simply coalesces and frees the ambient flame in the area. Thus, the basis of magic is taking a desired pattern and coercing the local forces into it.<br /> <br /> <br /> Transformation, self-control and focus. The will for it to be this way. Ta’a’flach Archious summarized it for me as he gave his approval. The flows of energy are what they are. They take the form imposed upon them by the caster's will.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Next I was sent to the Libri Eoghain to seek answers of what he believed with the Temple Caste.<br /> <br /> <br /> Each time our paths cross I feel a kindred soul to him. His treatment was that of the community as in my youth. Empowered in the knowing of being one of the First Born. <br /> <br /> <br /> He spoke of all the caste but struck home hardest with this comment. So much so, I am thinking of making sure I slip it into My telling. &lt;br&gt;<br /> ''&quot;The Temple caste rules our entire society. We are the caste that has not only devoted ourselves to the practice of the Way, but also to its exploration on a physical and philosophical level. The Temple is the shining beacon around which our society revolves.&quot;''<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows and the winds ensure you can feel the coldness of its touch tickling every exposed piece of flesh it can find. Cross the Lake of Fear for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and mourn the loss of good humor. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.<br /> <br /> <br /> Ta’la’hai Avaia sends me to find Mnar for lessons on the Warrior Caste. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == First month of the year 5121: ==<br /> <br /> Keeping a journal is getting tougher for me, the weight of papers and they are always getting in the way of other things I must keep with me. I have stuffed it in the locker more than a few times and this has caused a lapse in keeping my writing up. But not so much that the important lessons are lost.<br /> <br /> The question of “Have you always succeeded in seeing your plans to fruition?” was asked by the Ta’la’hai Avaia, may she always remain in Power. &lt;br&gt;<br /> I didn’t reply correctly. This then became Mis’ri’s duty to show me why the answer was incorrect. The other q’hala Leshe was the smarter one when posed with the question too.<br /> <br /> <br /> My answer was, &quot;I do not think anyone’s plans always come to fruit, there is always a chance of failure.&quot; &lt;br&gt;<br /> The Ta’la’hai said I lacked confidence. I have seen the error of the answer I gave, and what I have now come to understand.<br /> <br /> The correct answer clarified by my Mis'ri is: <br /> Eii, because I have learned how to adapt and survive. While my first plan may not play out how I liked, I will come up with an alternative, change it, and alter my goal. In the end I will still be sure to be victorious despite setbacks.<br /> <br /> <br /> I have taken this lesson to heart, because it defines who we are as Dhe'nar. I was reminded that we do not give up, else we would not have survived. We adapt, we change and we evolve.<br /> ----<br /> <br /> Time passes. Day comes, blood flows And in the distance you hear the wind howl as it races out across the lands seeking answers it can never hear. No more crossing the Lake of Fear for spells, but now stand in a room suffering the stench of unwashed bodies. Time passes slowly and my knowledge, strength and impatience grows.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Second month of the year 5121: ==<br /> <br /> Lessons have stopped. My Telling is at hand...&lt;br&gt;<br /> A Q'hala must do the following tasks for the Telling:<br /> * A presentation about oneself, and what brings me from Eh'lah.<br /> * A presentation about the Warrior caste. <br /> * A presentation about the monk profession.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> Shortly after my telling, I was corrected on part of my telling regarding the Temple being the center of our society. I have seen the error of my ways and now know, All Castes are equally shared in the power, not just one. They work in unity. <br /> <br /> <br /> == Final Entry, Tilamaires, day 16 of the month Fashanos in the year 5121 ==<br /> <br /> <br /> Today is the day I turn my little blue leather journal over to Tah’lon Vorrith after the Great Hunt. <br /> <br /> <br /> Whatever Happens, I would like him to finish the story for me and be proud of his q’hala. <br /> <br /> <br /> With this journal I present him with the chrism trinket that I have worn around my neck hidden beneath my under robes next to the flesh. May it serve him as it has me. It is somewhat hard to look at but if he wears it close to his heart as I did, he will be fine. The end of my q’hala training is left for him to fill in.<br /> <br /> :::signed, <br /> ::::::Tabubu ~<br /> ::::::::::::---,--}--‘—{(@ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ==Definitions (player created lore/language not otherwise specified)==<br /> <br /> * q'halae = (plural). Student of The Way, Dhe'nar only. Generally treated less than a slave, in order to teach true humility so that they understand pride. Female is q'hala, male is q'hali.<br /> <br /> *Warriors = in reference to the Warrior Caste of Dhe'nar. The four castes being Warlock, Temple, Warrior and Worker.<br /> <br /> *First Born = The Dhe'nar, or 'dyari' in the native tongue. Dhe'nar are very pure blood oriented in their lineages, so they believe theirs to be untainted from the first elves.<br /> <br /> *pakra = A heretic. Someone that does not follow The Way.<br /> <br /> *The Way = the cultural philosophy of the Dhe'nar, that turned aside the political ambition and segregation of the elven Houses and seeks perfection in self improvement. It is an ideal that they will some day ascend above the Drakes as a people.<br /> <br /> *Ta'la'hai = High Lord. This is the title of the highest ranking Dhe'nar of any organized population (ie. city or outpost). In this instance, Ta'la'hai here refers to the leader of the Obsidian Tower in [[Wehnimer's Landing]]. Ta'la'hah is the female version, though Avaia prefers the male title.<br /> <br /> *Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta. = This is a portion of the 'Mantra of the Magi', taught to Warlock caste members though it is still important to all castes. Gnosa is the root word for knowledge, kris is the root word for power. (Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything.)<br /> <br /> *mis'ri = master. As students are (often) treated as less than a slave in their training, the same word is used for a teacher as it is for the master of a slave. Mis'ri is male, mis'ra is female.<br /> <br /> *shira'qa = personal slave. They perform essential support for a prominent Dhe'nar.<br /> <br /> *Lorekeeper = term used for a bard.<br /> <br /> *mher = my<br /> <br /> *Ta’stry’noi = new word for the position of Essence. Old term was Ta'a'flach, which was 'High Blade', pulled from the wizard term of kris a'flach. Both terms are acceptable usage and vary depending on the generation of (Tower) Dhe'nar.<br /> <br /> *Libri = new word for the position of Balance. Old term was Ku'utare, which was 'Not crooked, or Not tainted'. Both terms are acceptable usage and vary depending on the generation of (Tower) Dhe'nar.<br /> <br /> <br /> ==See Also==<br /> * [[Dhe'nar]]<br /> * [http://obsidiantower.com The Obsidian Tower] Official Site of the CHE Organization [[Obsidian Tower]]</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=145559 2021-03-01T15:08:58Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu<br /> |image= [[Image:Tabubu_-_by_Mnar.jpeg|thumb|As rendered by Mnar]]<br /> |caption=<br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste, Nuja'tah <br /> |profession= [[Monk]]<br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= q'hala to Mis'ri [[Talinvor]] for the honor of serving in The [[Obsidian Tower]]<br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Student, seeker and a state of complexity <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness<br /> |ptrait=<br /> |strait=<br /> |flaw= Enjoyed her q'halea (culture training) <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family, [[Obsidian Tower]] <br /> |weakness= Curiosity, and too blood thirsty for her own good at times. No sense of direction<br /> |habits= Riding her tortoise, &quot;Soup&quot; instead of walking anywhere, hunting past the need to, and seeking knowledge <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |soft=<br /> |likes= Power, answers, and sweets<br /> |dislikes= Being patted on the head and most halflings<br /> |loyalties= Obsidian Tower, Dhe'nar and The Way <br /> |town= Mist Harbor<br /> |town2= Ta'Vaalor<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> '''''Appearance''''' <br /> <br /> You see '''Tabubu'''<br /> <br /> <br /> She appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf.<br /> She is diminutive in height and has smooth, koa-toned skin.<br /> She has a thick linen cowl wreathing her shoulders and neck, the hood of which is pulled up around her head and casting shadows upon her features.<br /> She has a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist, and a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle.<br /> She is in good shape.<br /> She is wearing some deeply cowled heavy ink black robes with a pristinely white crisp linen underrobe underneath, a narrow leather girdle edged in scalloped copper chain, some leather handwraps, a nine-in-one copper chainmail anklet dangling fire opals, and a pair of soft ebon footwraps with reinforced heels.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the third circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Known Background'''''<br /> ----<br /> Tabubu came from the jungles of [[Eh'lah]] and takes pride bring one of the pure blood; one of the First Born. She has been groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the [[Arkati]]. When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this comes great responsibility.<br /> <br /> She was deemed worthy of the Temple Caste, Bathed in the Blood of Baptism. Her first eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others however, she was more in touch with the physical aspects of studies, to her it was a graceful dance. As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly special or not. She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders.<br /> <br /> As time progressed, she was then led into a strict regimen. She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But Tabubu would question everything and thus her teachers never felt she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this is what gave them cause of concern over her worthiness. <br /> <br /> Then began the part of life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully meted out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> Truth of ones soul is found in every Dhe'nar's heart at this point. Lessons of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple. Hers was one of Divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge. To prove to them that everyone can find their way, it is never to late. Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> A point came when she had to leave Eh'lah. This brought her to Ta'Vaalor, and then her path found its Way to The Obsidian Tower.<br /> <br /> For more information, Please read the Journal of Tabubu, &quot;[[A Q'hala's First Year]]&quot;.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Warrior Caste'''''<br /> ----<br /> It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way. It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean to act in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference in being courageous and in being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor, but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> Attributes of a Warrior also include Truth, Honor, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance.<br /> <br /> Currently under the study of Shorn'ri [[Mnar]].<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> Nuja’Tah; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so ''I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.''<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so ''I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.''<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (taken from the Samurai's Creed)<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Words to Live By'''''<br /> <br /> Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> '''Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything'''</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=145545 2021-03-01T04:43:08Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu<br /> |image= [[Image:Tabubu_-_by_Mnar.jpeg|thumb|As rendered by Mnar]]<br /> |caption=<br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste, Nuja'tah <br /> |profession= [[Monk]]<br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= q'hala to Mis'ri [[Talinvor]] for the honor of serving in The [[Obsidian Tower]]<br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Student, seeker and a state of complexity <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness<br /> |ptrait=<br /> |strait=<br /> |flaw= Enjoyed her q'halea (culture training) <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family, [[Obsidian Tower]] <br /> |weakness= Curiosity, and too blood thirsty for her own good at times. No sense of direction<br /> |habits= Riding her tortoise, &quot;Soup&quot; instead of walking anywhere, hunting past the need to, and seeking knowledge <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |soft=<br /> |likes= Power, answers, and sweets<br /> |dislikes= Being patted on the head and most halflings<br /> |loyalties= Obsidian Tower, Dhe'nar and The Way <br /> |town= Mist Harbor<br /> |town2= Ta'Vaalor<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> '''''Appearance''''' <br /> <br /> You see '''Tabubu'''<br /> <br /> <br /> She appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf.<br /> She is diminutive in height and has smooth, koa-toned skin.<br /> She has a thick linen cowl wreathing her shoulders and neck, the hood of which is pulled up around her head and casting shadows upon her features.<br /> She has a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist, and a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle.<br /> She is in good shape.<br /> She is holding a hard albino scorpion shell case latched with a scorpion stinger in her right hand.<br /> She is wearing some deeply cowled heavy ink black robes with a pristinely white crisp linen underrobe underneath, a narrow leather girdle edged in scalloped copper chain, some leather handwraps, a nine-in-one copper chainmail anklet dangling fire opals, and a pair of soft ebon footwraps with reinforced heels.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the third circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Known Background'''''<br /> ----<br /> Tabubu came from the jungles of [[Eh'lah]] and takes pride bring one of the pure blood; one of the First Born. She has been groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the [[Arkati]]. When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this comes great responsibility.<br /> <br /> She was deemed worthy of the Temple Caste, Bathed in the Blood of Baptism. Her first eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others however, she was more in touch with the physical aspects of studies, to her it was a graceful dance. As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly special or not. She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders.<br /> <br /> As time progressed, she was then led into a strict regimen. She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But Tabubu would question everything and thus her teachers never felt she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this is what gave them cause of concern over her worthiness. <br /> <br /> Then began the part of life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully meted out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> Truth of ones soul is found in every Dhe'nar's heart at this point. Lessons of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple. Hers was one of Divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge. To prove to them that everyone can find their way, it is never to late. Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> A point came when she had to leave Eh'lah. This brought her to Ta'Vaalor, and then her path found its Way to The Obsidian Tower.<br /> <br /> For more information, Please read the Journal of Tabubu, &quot;[[A Q'hala's First Year]]&quot;.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Warrior Caste'''''<br /> ----<br /> It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way. It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean to act in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference in being courageous and in being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor, but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> Attributes of a Warrior also include Truth, Honor, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance.<br /> <br /> Currently under the study of Shorn'ri [[Mnar]].<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> Nuja’Tah; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so ''I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.''<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so ''I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.''<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (taken from the Samurai's Creed)<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Words to Live By'''''<br /> <br /> Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> '''Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything'''</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=145544 2021-03-01T03:47:18Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu<br /> |image= [[Image:Tabubu_-_by_Mnar.jpeg|thumb|As rendered by Mnar]]<br /> |caption=<br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste, Nuja'tah <br /> |profession= [[Monk]]<br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= q'hala to Mis'ri [[Talinvor]] for the honor of serving in The [[Obsidian Tower]]<br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Student, seeker and a state of complexity <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness<br /> |ptrait=<br /> |strait=<br /> |flaw= Enjoyed her q'halea (culture training) <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family, [[Obsidian Tower]] <br /> |weakness= Curiosity, and too blood thirsty for her own good at times. No sense of direction<br /> |habits= Riding her tortoise, &quot;Soup&quot; instead of walking anywhere, hunting past the need to, and seeking knowledge <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |soft=<br /> |likes= Power, answers, and sweets<br /> |dislikes= Being patted on the head and most halflings<br /> |loyalties= Obsidian Tower, Dhe'nar and The Way <br /> |town= Mist Harbor<br /> |town2= Ta'Vaalor<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> '''''Appearance''''' <br /> <br /> You see '''Tabubu'''<br /> <br /> She appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf<br /> She is diminutive in height. She appears to be very young. She has sultry moonlight silver eyes and smooth, koa-toned skin. She has waist length, voluminous white blonde hair separated into a multitude of thin herringbone braids that hug the skull and are woven with thin sanguineous beads and blood-tipped raven feathers. She has a perfectly symmetrical, delicately featured face and an aquiline nose. She has bow-shaped lips with a natural upward curve at each corner.<br /> She has a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist, and a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the third circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Known Background'''''<br /> ----<br /> Tabubu came from the jungles of [[Eh'lah]] and takes pride bring one of the pure blood; one of the First Born. She has been groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the [[Arkati]]. When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this comes great responsibility.<br /> <br /> She was deemed worthy of the Temple Caste, Bathed in the Blood of Baptism. Her first eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others however, she was more in touch with the physical aspects of studies, to her it was a graceful dance. As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly special or not. She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders.<br /> <br /> As time progressed, she was then led into a strict regimen. She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But Tabubu would question everything and thus her teachers never felt she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this is what gave them cause of concern over her worthiness. <br /> <br /> Then began the part of life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully meted out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> Truth of ones soul is found in every Dhe'nar's heart at this point. Lessons of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple. Hers was one of Divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge. To prove to them that everyone can find their way, it is never to late. Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> A point came when she had to leave Eh'lah. This brought her to Ta'Vaalor, and then her path found its Way to The Obsidian Tower.<br /> <br /> For more information, Please read the Journal of Tabubu, &quot;[[A Q'hala's First Year]]&quot;.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Warrior Caste'''''<br /> ----<br /> It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way. It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean to act in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference in being courageous and in being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor, but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> Attributes of a Warrior also include Truth, Honor, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance.<br /> <br /> Currently under the study of Shorn'ri [[Mnar]].<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> Nuja’Tah; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so ''I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.''<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so ''I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.''<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (taken from the Samurai's Creed)<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Words to Live By'''''<br /> <br /> Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> '''Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything'''</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=145543 2021-03-01T03:46:39Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu<br /> |image= [[Image:Tabubu_-_by_Mnar.jpeg|thumb|As rendered by Mnar]]<br /> |caption=<br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste, Nuja'tah <br /> |profession= [[Monk]]<br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= q'hala to Mis'ri [[Talinvor]] for the honor of serving in The [[Obsidian Tower]]<br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Student, seeker and a state of complexity <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness<br /> |ptrait=<br /> |strait=<br /> |flaw= Enjoyed her q'halea (culture training) <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family, [[Obsidian Tower]] <br /> |weakness= Curiosity, and too blood thirsty for her own good at times. No sense of direction<br /> |habits= Riding her tortoise, &quot;Soup&quot; instead of walking anywhere, hunting past the need to, and seeking knowledge <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |soft=<br /> |likes= Power, answers, and sweets<br /> |dislikes= Being patted on the head and most halflings<br /> |loyalties= Obsidian Tower, Dhe'nar and The Way <br /> |town= Mist Harbor<br /> |town2= Ta'Vaalor<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> '''''Appearance''''' <br /> <br /> You see '''Tabubu'''<br /> <br /> She appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf<br /> She is diminutive in height. She appears to be very young. She has sultry moonlight silver eyes and smooth, koa-toned skin. She has waist length, voluminous white blonde hair separated into a multitude of thin herringbone braids that hug the skull and are woven with thin sanguineous beads and blood-tipped raven feathers. She has a perfectly symmetrical, delicately featured face and an aquiline nose. She has bow-shaped lips with a natural upward curve at each corner.<br /> She has a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist, and a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the third circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Known Background'''''<br /> ----<br /> Tabubu came from the jungles of [[Eh'lah]] and takes pride bring one of the pure blood; one of the First Born. She has been groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the [[Arkati]]. When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this comes great responsibility.<br /> <br /> She was deemed worthy of the Temple Caste, Bathed in the Blood of Baptism. Her first eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others however, she was more in touch with the physical aspects of studies, to her it was a graceful dance. As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly special or not. She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders.<br /> <br /> As time progressed, she was then led into a strict regimen. She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But Tabubu would question everything and thus her teachers never felt she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this is what gave them cause of concern over her worthiness. <br /> <br /> Then began the part of life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully meted out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> Truth of ones soul is found in every Dhe'nar's heart at this point. Lessons of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple. Hers was one of Divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge. To prove to them that everyone can find their way, it is never to late. Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> A point came when she had to leave Eh'lah. This brought her to Ta'Vaalor, and then her path found its Way to The Obsidian Tower.<br /> <br /> For more information, Please read the Journal of Tabubu, &quot;[[A Q'hala's First Year]]&quot;.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Warrior Caste'''''<br /> ----<br /> It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way. It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean to act in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference in being courageous and in being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor, but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> Attributes of a Warrior also include Truth, Honor, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance.<br /> <br /> Currently under the study of Shorn'ri [[Mnar]].<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> Nuja’Tah; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so ''I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.''<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so ''I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.''<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (taken from the Samurai's Creed)<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Words to Live By'''''<br /> <br /> <br /> Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> '''Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything'''</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=145542 2021-03-01T03:40:54Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu<br /> |image= [[Image:Tabubu_-_by_Mnar.jpeg|thumb|As rendered by Mnar]]<br /> |caption=<br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste, Nuja'tah <br /> |profession= [[Monk]]<br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= q'hala to Mis'ri [[Talinvor]] for the honor of serving in The [[Obsidian Tower]]<br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Student, seeker and a state of complexity <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness<br /> |ptrait=<br /> |strait=<br /> |flaw= Enjoyed her q'halea (culture training) <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family, [[Obsidian Tower]] <br /> |weakness= Curiosity, and too blood thirsty for her own good at times. No sense of direction<br /> |habits= Riding her tortoise, &quot;Soup&quot; instead of walking anywhere, hunting past the need to, and seeking knowledge <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |soft=<br /> |likes= Power, answers, and sweets<br /> |dislikes= Being patted on the head and most halflings<br /> |loyalties= Obsidian Tower, Dhe'nar and The Way <br /> |town= Mist Harbor<br /> |town2= Ta'Vaalor<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> '''''Appearance''''' <br /> <br /> You see '''Tabubu'''<br /> <br /> She appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf<br /> She is diminutive in height. She appears to be very young. She has sultry moonlight silver eyes and smooth, koa-toned skin. She has waist length, voluminous white blonde hair separated into a multitude of thin herringbone braids that hug the skull and are woven with thin sanguineous beads and blood-tipped raven feathers. She has a perfectly symmetrical, delicately featured face and an aquiline nose. She has bow-shaped lips with a natural upward curve at each corner.<br /> She has a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist, and a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the third circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Known Background'''''<br /> ----<br /> Tabubu came from the jungles of [[Eh'lah]] and takes pride bring one of the pure blood; one of the First Born. She has been groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the [[Arkati]]. When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this comes great responsibility.<br /> <br /> She was deemed worthy of the Temple Caste, Bathed in the Blood of Baptism. Her first eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others however, she was more in touch with the physical aspects of studies, to her it was a graceful dance. As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly special or not. She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders.<br /> <br /> As time progressed, she was then led into a strict regimen. She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But Tabubu would question everything and thus her teachers never felt she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this is what gave them cause of concern over her worthiness. <br /> <br /> Then began the part of life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully meted out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> Truth of ones soul is found in every Dhe'nar's heart at this point. Lessons of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple. Hers was one of Divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge. To prove to them that everyone can find their way, it is never to late. Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> A point came when she had to leave Eh'lah. This brought her to Ta'Vaalor, and then her path found its Way to The Obsidian Tower.<br /> <br /> For more information, Please read the Journal of Tabubu, &quot;[[A Q'hala's First Year]]&quot;.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Warrior Caste'''''<br /> ----<br /> It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way. It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean to act in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference in being courageous and in being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor, but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> Attributes of a Warrior also include Truth, Honor, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance.<br /> <br /> Currently under the study of Shorn'ri [[Mnar]].<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> Nuja’Tah; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so ''I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.''<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so ''I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.''<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (taken from the Samurai's Creed)<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Words to Live By'''''<br /> <br /> <br /> Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> '''Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything'''<br /> <br /> _,--._.-,<br /> /\_r-,\_ )<br /> -.) _;='_/ (.;<br /> \ \' \/S )<br /> L.'-. _.'|-'<br /> &lt;_`-'\'_.'/<br /> `'-._( \<br /> ___ \\, ___<br /> \ .'-. \\ .-'_. /<br /> '._' '.\\/.-'_.'<br /> '--``\('--'<br /> \\<br /> `\\,<br /> \|</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=145541 2021-03-01T03:40:18Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu<br /> |image= [[Image:Tabubu_-_by_Mnar.jpeg|thumb|As rendered by Mnar]]<br /> |caption=<br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste, Nuja'tah <br /> |profession= [[Monk]]<br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= q'hala to Mis'ri [[Talinvor]] for the honor of serving in The [[Obsidian Tower]]<br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Student, seeker and a state of complexity <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness<br /> |ptrait=<br /> |strait=<br /> |flaw= Enjoyed her q'halea (culture training) <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family, [[Obsidian Tower]] <br /> |weakness= Curiosity, and too blood thirsty for her own good at times. No sense of direction<br /> |habits= Riding her tortoise, &quot;Soup&quot; instead of walking anywhere, hunting past the need to, and seeking knowledge <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |soft=<br /> |likes= Power, answers, and sweets<br /> |dislikes= Being patted on the head and most halflings<br /> |loyalties= Obsidian Tower, Dhe'nar and The Way <br /> |town= Mist Harbor<br /> |town2= Ta'Vaalor<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> '''''Appearance''''' <br /> <br /> You see '''Tabubu'''<br /> <br /> She appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf<br /> She is diminutive in height. She appears to be very young. She has sultry moonlight silver eyes and smooth, koa-toned skin. She has waist length, voluminous white blonde hair separated into a multitude of thin herringbone braids that hug the skull and are woven with thin sanguineous beads and blood-tipped raven feathers. She has a perfectly symmetrical, delicately featured face and an aquiline nose. She has bow-shaped lips with a natural upward curve at each corner.<br /> She has a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist, and a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the third circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Known Background'''''<br /> ----<br /> Tabubu came from the jungles of [[Eh'lah]] and takes pride bring one of the pure blood; one of the First Born. She has been groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the [[Arkati]]. When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this comes great responsibility.<br /> <br /> She was deemed worthy of the Temple Caste, Bathed in the Blood of Baptism. Her first eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others however, she was more in touch with the physical aspects of studies, to her it was a graceful dance. As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly special or not. She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders.<br /> <br /> As time progressed, she was then led into a strict regimen. She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But Tabubu would question everything and thus her teachers never felt she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this is what gave them cause of concern over her worthiness. <br /> <br /> Then began the part of life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully meted out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> Truth of ones soul is found in every Dhe'nar's heart at this point. Lessons of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple. Hers was one of Divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge. To prove to them that everyone can find their way, it is never to late. Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> A point came when she had to leave Eh'lah. This brought her to Ta'Vaalor, and then her path found its Way to The Obsidian Tower.<br /> <br /> For more information, Please read the Journal of Tabubu, &quot;[[A Q'hala's First Year]]&quot;.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Warrior Caste'''''<br /> ----<br /> It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way. It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean to act in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference in being courageous and in being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor, but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> Attributes of a Warrior also include Truth, Honor, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance.<br /> <br /> Currently under the study of Shorn'ri [[Mnar]].<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> Nuja’Tah; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so ''I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.''<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so ''I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.''<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (taken from the Samurai's Creed)<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Words to Live By'''''<br /> ----<br /> <br /> Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> '''Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything'''<br /> <br /> _,--._.-,<br /> /\_r-,\_ )<br /> -.) _;='_/ (.;<br /> \ \' \/S )<br /> L.'-. _.'|-'<br /> &lt;_`-'\'_.'/<br /> `'-._( \<br /> ___ \\, ___<br /> \ .'-. \\ .-'_. /<br /> '._' '.\\/.-'_.'<br /> '--``\('--'<br /> \\<br /> `\\,<br /> \|</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=145524 2021-02-28T22:14:58Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu ~ <br /> |image= <br /> |caption= <br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste <br /> |profession= Nuja'Tah <br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= q'hala to Mis'ri Talinvor for the honor of serving in The Obsidian Tower. <br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Student, Seeker and a state of complexity . <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness. <br /> |ptrait=<br /> |strait=<br /> |flaw= Enjoyed her q'halea <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family (Obsidian Tower) <br /> |weakness= Curiosity , and to blood thirsty for her own good at times. No sense of direction.<br /> |habits= Riding her tortious &quot;Soup&quot; instead of walking anywhere, hunting past the need to, and Seeking knowledge. <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |soft=<br /> |likes= Power, Answers, and sweets. <br /> |dislikes= Being patted on the head, and most halflings. <br /> |loyalties= Obsidian Tower, Dhe'nar , and The Way <br /> |town= Eh'lah<br /> |town2= Mist Harbor and Ta'Vaalor. <br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> '''''Appearance''''' <br /> <br /> You see '''Tabubu ~'''<br /> <br /> She appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf<br /> She is diminutive in height. She appears to be very young. She has sultry moonlight silver eyes and smooth, koa-toned skin. She has waist length, voluminous white blonde hair separated into a multitude of thin herringbone braids that hug the skull and are woven with thin sanguineous beads and blood-tipped raven feathers. She has a perfectly symmetrical, delicately featured face and an aquiline nose. She has bow-shaped lips with a natural upward curve at each corner.<br /> She has a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist, and a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle.<br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the third circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Known Background'''''<br /> ----<br /> <br /> Tabubu came from the jungles of Eh’lah and takes pride bring one of the pure blood;one of the First Born. She has been groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the Arkati. When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this, comes great responsibility.<br /> <br /> She was deemed worthy of the Temple Caste, Bathed in the Blood of Baptism. Her first eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others however, she was more in touch with the physical aspects of studies, to her it was a graceful dance. As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly special or not. She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders.<br /> <br /> As time progressed, She was then led into a strict regimen. She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But Tabubu would question everything and thus her teachers never felt she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this is what gave them cause of concern over her worthiness. <br /> <br /> Then began the part of life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully meted out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> Truth of ones Soul is found in every Dhe'nar's heart at this point. Lessons of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple. Hers was one of Divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge. To prove to them that everyone can find their way, it is never to late. Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> <br /> A point came when she had to leave Eh'lah. This brought her to Ta'Vaalor, and then her path found its Way to The Obsidian Tower.<br /> <br /> <br /> For more information, Please read the Journal of Tabubu~ Her first year as q'hala.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Warrior Caste'''''<br /> ----<br /> It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way. It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean to act in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference in being courageous and in being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor, but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> Attributes of a Warrior also include Truth, Honor, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance.<br /> <br /> Currently under the study of Shourn'ri Mnar<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> <br /> Nuja’Tah ; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so ''I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.''<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so ''I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.''<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (taken from the Samurai's Creed)<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Words to Live By'''''<br /> ----<br /> <br /> Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> <br /> '''Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything'''<br /> <br /> _,--._.-,<br /> /\_r-,\_ )<br /> -.) _;='_/ (.;<br /> \ \' \/S )<br /> L.'-. _.'|-'<br /> &lt;_`-'\'_.'/<br /> `'-._( \<br /> ___ \\, ___<br /> \ .'-. \\ .-'_. /<br /> '._' '.\\/.-'_.'<br /> '--``\('--'<br /> \\<br /> `\\,<br /> \|</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=145523 2021-02-28T22:13:55Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu ~ <br /> |image= <br /> |caption= <br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste <br /> |profession= Nuja'Tah <br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= q'hala to Mis'ri Talinvor for the honor of serving in The Obsidian Tower. <br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Student, Seeker and a state of complexity . <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness. <br /> |ptrait=<br /> |strait=<br /> |flaw= Enjoyed her q'halea <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family (Obsidian Tower) <br /> |weakness= Curiosity , and to blood thirsty for her own good at times. No sense of direction.<br /> |habits= Riding her tortious &quot;Soup&quot; instead of walking anywhere, hunting past the need to, and Seeking knowledge. <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |soft=<br /> |likes= Power, Answers, and sweets. <br /> |dislikes= Being patted on the head, and most halflings. <br /> |loyalties= Obsidian Tower, Dhe'nar , and The Way <br /> |town= Eh'lah<br /> |town2= Mist Harbor and Ta'Vaalor. <br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> '''''Appearance''''' <br /> <br /> You see '''Tabubu ~'''<br /> <br /> She appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf<br /> She is diminutive in height. She appears to be very young. She has sultry moonlight silver eyes and smooth, koa-toned skin. She has waist length, voluminous white blonde hair separated into a multitude of thin herringbone braids that hug the skull and are woven with thin sanguineous beads and blood-tipped raven feathers. She has a perfectly symmetrical, delicately featured face and an aquiline nose. She has bow-shaped lips with a natural upward curve at each corner.<br /> She has a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist, and a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle.<br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the third circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Known Background'''''<br /> ----<br /> <br /> Tabubu came from the jungles of Eh’lah and takes pride bring one of the pure blood;one of the First Born. She has been groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the Arkati. When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this, comes great responsibility.<br /> <br /> She was deemed worthy of the Temple Caste, Bathed in the Blood of Baptism. Her first eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others however, she was more in touch with the physical aspects of studies, to her it was a graceful dance. As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly special or not. She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders.<br /> <br /> As time progressed, She was then led into a strict regimen. She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But Tabubu would question everything and thus her teachers never felt she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this is what gave them cause of concern over her worthiness. <br /> <br /> Then began the part of life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully meted out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> Truth of ones Soul is found in every Dhe'nar's heart at this point. Lessons of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple. Hers was one of Divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge. To prove to them that everyone can find their way, it is never to late. Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> <br /> A point came when she had to leave Eh'lah. This brought her to Ta'Vaalor, and then her path found its Way to The Obsidian Tower.<br /> <br /> <br /> For more information, Please read the Journal of Tabubu~ Her first year as q'hala.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Warrior Caste'''''<br /> ----<br /> It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way. It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean to act in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference in being courageous and in being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor, but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> Attributes of a Warrior also include Truth, Honor, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance.<br /> <br /> Currently under the study of Shourn'ri Mnar<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> <br /> Nuja’Tah ; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so ''I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.''<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so ''I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.''<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (taken from the Samurai's Creed)<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Words to Live By'''''<br /> ----<br /> <br /> Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> <br /> '''Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything'''<br /> <br /> _,--._.-,<br /> /\_r-,\_ )<br /> .-.) _;='_/ (.;<br /> \ \' \/S )<br /> L.'-. _.'|-'<br /> &lt;_`-'\'_.'/<br /> `'-._( \<br /> ___ \\, ___<br /> \ .'-. \\ .-'_. /<br /> '._' '.\\/.-'_.'<br /> '--``\('--'<br /> \\<br /> `\\,<br /> \|</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=145511 2021-02-28T19:34:09Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu ~ <br /> |image= <br /> |caption= <br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste <br /> |profession= Nuja'Tah <br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= q'hala to Mis'ri Talinvor for the honor of serving in The Obsidian Tower. <br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Student, Seeker and a state of complexity . <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness. <br /> |ptrait=<br /> |strait=<br /> |flaw= Enjoyed her q'halea <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family (Obsidian Tower) <br /> |weakness= Curiosity , and to blood thirsty for her own good at times. No sense of direction.<br /> |habits= Riding her tortious &quot;Soup&quot; instead of walking anywhere, hunting past the need to, and Seeking knowledge. <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |soft=<br /> |likes= Power, Answers, and sweets. <br /> |dislikes= Being patted on the head, and most halflings. <br /> |loyalties= Obsidian Tower, Dhe'nar , and The Way <br /> |town= Eh'lah<br /> |town2= Mist Harbor and Ta'Vaalor. <br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> '''''Appearance''''' <br /> <br /> You see '''Tabubu ~'''<br /> <br /> She appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf<br /> She is diminutive in height. She appears to be very young. She has sultry moonlight silver eyes and smooth, koa-toned skin. She has waist length, voluminous white blonde hair separated into a multitude of thin herringbone braids that hug the skull and are woven with thin sanguineous beads and blood-tipped raven feathers. She has a perfectly symmetrical, delicately featured face and an aquiline nose. She has bow-shaped lips with a natural upward curve at each corner.<br /> She has a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist, and a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle.<br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the third circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Known Background'''''<br /> ----<br /> <br /> Tabubu came from the jungles of Eh’lah and takes pride bring one of the pure blood;one of the First Born. She has been groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the Arkati. When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this, comes great responsibility.<br /> <br /> She was deemed worthy of the Temple Caste, Bathed in the Blood of Baptism. Her first eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others however, she was more in touch with the physical aspects of studies, to her it was a graceful dance. As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly special or not. She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders.<br /> <br /> As time progressed, She was then led into a strict regimen. She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But Tabubu would question everything and thus her teachers never felt she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this is what gave them cause of concern over her worthiness. <br /> <br /> Then began the part of life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully meted out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> Truth of ones Soul is found in every Dhe'nar's heart at this point. Lessons of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple. Hers was one of Divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge. To prove to them that everyone can find their way, it is never to late. Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> <br /> A point came when she had to leave Eh'lah. This brought her to Ta'Vaalor, and then her path found its Way to The Obsidian Tower.<br /> <br /> <br /> For more information, Please read the Journal of Tabubu~ Her first year as q'hala.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Warrior Caste'''''<br /> ----<br /> It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way. It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean to act in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference in being courageous and in being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor, but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> Attributes of a Warrior also include Truth, Honor, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance.<br /> <br /> Currently under the study of Shourn'ri Mnar<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> <br /> Nuja’Tah ; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so ''I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.''<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so ''I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.''<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (Samurai's Creed)<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Words to Live By'''''<br /> ----<br /> <br /> Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> <br /> '''Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything'''</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=145510 2021-02-28T19:24:55Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu ~ <br /> |image= <br /> |caption= <br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste <br /> |profession= Nuja'Tah <br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= q'hala to Mis'ri Talinvor for the honor of serving in The Obsidian Tower. <br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Student, Seeker and a state of complexity . <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness. <br /> |ptrait=<br /> |strait=<br /> |flaw= Enjoyed her q'halea <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family (Obsidian Tower) <br /> |weakness= Curiosity , and to blood thirsty for her own good at times. No sense of direction.<br /> |habits= Riding her tortious &quot;Soup&quot; instead of walking anywhere, hunting past the need to, and Seeking knowledge. <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |soft=<br /> |likes= Power, Answers, and sweets. <br /> |dislikes= Being patted on the head, and most halflings. <br /> |loyalties= Obsidian Tower, Dhe'nar , and The Way <br /> |town= Eh'lah<br /> |town2= Mist Harbor and Ta'Vaalor. <br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> '''''Appearance''''' <br /> <br /> You see '''Tabubu ~'''<br /> <br /> She appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf<br /> She is diminutive in height. She appears to be very young. She has sultry moonlight silver eyes and smooth, koa-toned skin. She has waist length, voluminous white blonde hair separated into a multitude of thin herringbone braids that hug the skull and are woven with thin sanguineous beads and blood-tipped raven feathers. She has a perfectly symmetrical, delicately featured face and an aquiline nose. She has bow-shaped lips with a natural upward curve at each corner.<br /> She has a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist, and a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle.<br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the third circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Known Background'''''<br /> ----<br /> <br /> Tabubu came from the jungles of Eh’lah and takes pride bring one of the pure blood;one of the First Born. She has been groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the Arkati. When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this, comes great responsibility.<br /> <br /> She was deemed worthy of the Temple Caste, Bathed in the Blood of Baptism. Her first eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others however, she was more in touch with the physical aspects of studies, to her it was a graceful dance. As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly special or not. She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders.<br /> <br /> As time progressed, She was then led into a strict regimen. She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But Tabubu would question everything and thus her teachers never felt she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this is what gave them cause of concern over her worthiness. <br /> <br /> Then began the part of life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully meted out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> Truth of ones Soul is found in every Dhe'nar's heart at this point. Lessons of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple. Hers was one of Divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge. To prove to them that everyone can find their way, it is never to late. Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> <br /> A point came when she had to leave Eh'lah. This brought her to Ta'Vaalor, and then her path found its Way to The Obsidian Tower.<br /> <br /> <br /> For more information, Please read the Journal of Tabubu~ Her first year as q'hala.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Warrior Caste'''''<br /> ----<br /> It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way. It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean to act in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference in being courageous and in being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor, but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> Attributes of a Warrior also include Truth, Honor, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance.<br /> <br /> Currently under the study of Shourn'ri Mnar<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> <br /> Nuja’Tah ; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (Samurai's Creed)</div>

TELSA https://gswiki.play.net/index.php?title=Tabubu_(prime)&diff=145509 2021-02-28T19:22:48Z

<p>TELSA: </p> <hr /> <div>{{characterprofile <br /> |name= Tabubu ~ <br /> |image= <br /> |caption= <br /> |race= Dark Elf<br /> |culture= Dhe'nar<br /> |class= Warrior Caste <br /> |profession= Nuja'Tah <br /> |religion= The Way<br /> |affiliations= q'hala to Mis'ri Talinvor for the honor of serving in The Obsidian Tower. <br /> |word=<br /> |disposition= Student, Seeker and a state of complexity . <br /> |demeanor= Easily amused with a dark sense of humor, First Born Arrogance, and a hidden exoticness. <br /> |ptrait=<br /> |strait=<br /> |flaw= Enjoyed her q'halea <br /> |strength= confident, First Born, Family (Obsidian Tower) <br /> |weakness= Curiosity , and to blood thirsty for her own good at times. No sense of direction.<br /> |habits= Riding her tortious &quot;Soup&quot; instead of walking anywhere, hunting past the need to, and Seeking knowledge. <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |soft=<br /> |likes= Power, Answers, and sweets. <br /> |dislikes= Being patted on the head, and most halflings. <br /> |loyalties= Obsidian Tower, Dhe'nar , and The Way <br /> |town= Eh'lah<br /> |town2= Mist Harbor and Ta'Vaalor. <br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> '''''Appearance''''' <br /> <br /> You see Tabubu.<br /> <br /> She appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf<br /> She is diminutive in height. She appears to be very young. She has sultry moonlight silver eyes and smooth, koa-toned skin. She has waist length, voluminous white blonde hair separated into a multitude of thin herringbone braids that hug the skull and are woven with thin sanguineous beads and blood-tipped raven feathers. She has a perfectly symmetrical, delicately featured face and an aquiline nose. She has bow-shaped lips with a natural upward curve at each corner.<br /> She has a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist, and a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle.<br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the third circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Known Background'''''<br /> ----<br /> <br /> Tabubu came from the jungles of Eh’lah and takes pride bring one of the pure blood;one of the First Born. She has been groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the Arkati. When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this, comes great responsibility.<br /> <br /> She was deemed worthy of the Temple Caste, Bathed in the Blood of Baptism. Her first eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others however, she was more in touch with the physical aspects of studies, to her it was a graceful dance. As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly special or not. She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders.<br /> <br /> As time progressed, She was then led into a strict regimen. She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But Tabubu would question everything and thus her teachers never felt she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this is what gave them cause of concern over her worthiness. <br /> <br /> Then began the part of life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully meted out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> Truth of ones Soul is found in every Dhe'nar's heart at this point. Lessons of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple. Hers was one of Divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge. To prove to them that everyone can find their way, it is never to late. Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> <br /> A point came when she had to leave Eh'lah. This brought her to Ta'Vaalor, and then her path found its Way to The Obsidian Tower.<br /> <br /> <br /> For more information, Please read the Journal of Tabubu~ Her first year as q'hala.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Warrior Caste'''''<br /> ----<br /> It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way. It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean to act in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference in being courageous and in being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor, but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> Attributes of a Warrior also include Truth, Honor, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance.<br /> <br /> Currently under the study of Shourn'ri Mnar<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> <br /> Nuja’Tah ; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.<br /> <br /> I have no divine power so I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.<br /> <br /> I have no elemental power so ''I will make spirituality the essence of my Power.''<br /> <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; ''I make The Tower my Life and Death.''<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, ''I will make Stoicism my Body''<br /> <br /> When I have no eyes to use, ''I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.''<br /> <br /> When I have no ears to use, ''I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> ''<br /> When I have no limbs to use, ''I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> ''<br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> <br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (Samurai's Creed)</div>

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No sense of direction.<br /> |habits= Riding her tortious &quot;Soup&quot; instead of walking anywhere, hunting past the need to, and Seeking knowledge. <br /> |hobbies= Vintner and Tattoo artist <br /> |soft=<br /> |likes= Power, Answers, and sweets. <br /> |dislikes= Being patted on the head, and most halflings. <br /> |loyalties= Obsidian Tower, Dhe'nar , and The Way <br /> |town= Eh'lah<br /> |town2= Mist Harbor and Ta'Vaalor. <br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == '''TABUBU ~''' ==<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> '''''Appearance''''' <br /> <br /> You see Tabubu.<br /> <br /> She appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf<br /> She is diminutive in height. She appears to be very young. She has sultry moonlight silver eyes and smooth, koa-toned skin. She has waist length, voluminous white blonde hair separated into a multitude of thin herringbone braids that hug the skull and are woven with thin sanguineous beads and blood-tipped raven feathers. She has a perfectly symmetrical, delicately featured face and an aquiline nose. She has bow-shaped lips with a natural upward curve at each corner.<br /> She has a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist, and a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle.<br /> <br /> '''''Current Tattoos'''''<br /> <br /> ''A triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy''<br /> <br /> Calligraphy-like strokes of ink permeate the smooth, koa-toned skin, lightening the dark with the incredibly detailed image of an open eye. An ivory triangle encircles the orbital, the hue matching the whites from which a dazzling purple iris rests with a dark pupil at its heart. Ivy vines in verdant green form a dark band around the entire piece, the hue of the leaves transitioning from green to gradient crimson hues.<br /> <br /> ''An inked metallic spine partially hidden by corset-style lacing''<br /> <br /> The realism of this image is striking, with every line perfectly rendered to provide depth and clarity. The entire spine is depicted in a rich metallic sheen, lying gently atop the bones of the back. Beginning near the sides, a series of thorned vines interwoven with sanguineous laces slowly materialize and come together in intricately-laced knots across the entirety of the image.<br /> <br /> ''A Dhe'nar'si Caste Tattoo''<br /> <br /> The spidery lines of this image have been driven deep into the skin. At the heart of the tattoo is a black rose, its form rendered somewhat indistinct by trailing lines of ink away from each petal and crook in the stem. Encircling the rose is a line of runes, intermingled with depictions of forms in meditation, or poised for battle. A third ring encloses the entire image, this one different in application and detail, as uneven lines bleed together into an indistinguishable blend of chaos.<br /> <br /> ''A wild black rose''<br /> <br /> Gazing at the rose tattoo, you notice that this is a mystic tattoo of the third circle, which imbues her body with Power.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Known Background'''''<br /> ----<br /> <br /> Tabubu came from the jungles of Eh’lah and takes pride bring one of the pure blood;one of the First Born. She has been groomed to lead and to ascend beyond the Arkati. When one rises to walk the path of Power in The Way, you learn quickly that with this, comes great responsibility.<br /> <br /> She was deemed worthy of the Temple Caste, Bathed in the Blood of Baptism. Her first eight years of life, she was raised in a community with others like herself. Unlike the others however, she was more in touch with the physical aspects of studies, to her it was a graceful dance. As far as her magical aspects they were considered odd and thought time would reveal if she was truly special or not. She was stronger than most and showed progress in different areas that fascinated the Elders.<br /> <br /> As time progressed, She was then led into a strict regimen. She was shown the many flows of essence including the flows of divine power. But Tabubu would question everything and thus her teachers never felt she had the grasp needed for such accoutrements. It is believed this is what gave them cause of concern over her worthiness. <br /> <br /> Then began the part of life where she faced the culling. She faced trials, which were carefully meted out by the Temple Caste, to gauge her tenacity, resolve, fledgling magical abilities, and ferocity.<br /> <br /> Truth of ones Soul is found in every Dhe'nar's heart at this point. Lessons of the Warrior weighed heavily against the Way of the Temple. Hers was one of Divine spirituality, the need to learn and to become empowered with Knowledge. To prove to them that everyone can find their way, it is never to late. Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta<br /> <br /> <br /> A point came when she had to leave Eh'lah. This brought her to Ta'Vaalor, and then her path found its Way to The Obsidian Tower.<br /> <br /> <br /> For more information, Please read the Journal of Tabubu~ Her first year as q'hala.<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Warrior Caste'''''<br /> ----<br /> It is the heart of the Warrior, and it takes courage to stand for your beliefs and live according to the Way. It takes courage to do what you know is right, especially when those around you disagree with your point of view. This does not mean to act in rash and tactless ways. There is a difference in being courageous and in being stupid. It is to have the courage to live by your own code of honor, but do so with wisdom and discretion.<br /> <br /> Attributes of a Warrior also include Truth, Honor, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality, Industriousness, Self-Reliance and Perseverance.<br /> <br /> Currently under the study of Shourn'ri Mnar<br /> <br /> <br /> '''''Nuja'Tah'''''<br /> ----<br /> <br /> Nuja’Tah ; a Fighter Spiritualist<br /> <br /> I have no parents so I made the Heavens and the world of Elanthia my parents.<br /> I have no divine power so I make honesty my Divine Power. I have no means so I will make docility my means.<br /> I have no elemental power so I will make spirituality the essence of my Power. <br /> I have control of neither life nor death; I make The Tower my Life and Death.<br /> <br /> When I have no body to use, I will make Stoicism my Body;<br /> When I have no eyes to use, I will make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.<br /> When I have no ears to use, I will make Sensibility become my Ears.<br /> When I have no limbs to use, I will make Promptitude my Limbs.<br /> <br /> And in all things<br /> <br /> I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.<br /> I will Seize the Opportunity by the forelock and make it my Design.<br /> I make Righteous my Miracle<br /> I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle<br /> and I will use Emptiness and Fullness as my Tactics.<br /> <br /> <br /> (Samurai's Creed)</div>

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