Rovvigen Aniket is a Halfling Wizard who calls Wehnimer's Landing home. He is a founding member and Elder Seer of The Order of the Sphere and Scythe. He is also an officer of Silvergate Inn, serving as House Seer. Rovvigen is a Master in the Order of Voln, a news correspondent for TownCrier, and a member of the Wizard Guild.
Flames dance around Rovvigen wreathing him in a torrent of violent energy.
You see House Seer Rovvigen Aniket the Officer of Silvergate Inn.
He appears to be a Paradis Halfling.
He is average height. He appears to be young and sprightly. He has silver-flecked blue-green eyes and mocha-freckled, lightly tanned skin. He has short, tousled silvery white hair highlighted in shades of red. He has a perfectly symmetrical, delicately featured face, a small, button nose and thin, lithely muscled arms and wrists. A scythe-shaped birthmark is centered on his right brow bone. He has a shimmering pearly white gloss brushed onto his nicely manicured fingernails.
He has an enruned silver hoop in his lip, a fire elemental tattoo on his neck, a lustrous ivory sliver in his right eyebrow, a silver-traced red flame tattoo on his arm, and a twisting silver-traced red flame tattoo on his wrist.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a helical lor crosier capped with a silver scythe encased in a crystal sphere in his right hand.
He is wearing a flame-etched silver-linked bracelet, a carved fireleaf totem, a silver-stitched flame red spidersilk bag, a translucent silver-hearted crystal, a tailored red silk overcoat, a sphere encased silver scythe, a crystal and agate-inlaid case, an embroidered white leather rucksack, some fiery red flowing robes embroidered with wisps of silver flames, a silver sphere-incised signet, a thick matte eonake ring etched with whorls of silver-inlaid flames, a twisted golvern wedding band swirled with dragon's-tear rubies, a kelyn-clasped keyring, and a silvery white silk sack.
The story of Rovvigen's life doesn't start with his birth, but rather his finding; the finding of Rovvigen. As the story goes, in Imaerasta in the year 5084, an elven water mage by the name of Caeliss rode forth from his tower in Wehnimer’s Landing with his dutiful page Mikalmas. Caeliss was on the trail of an ancient tome of ice spells and had recently seen clues indicating they might be found in the library of a rich merchant in Icemule. Caeliss and Mikalmas set forth on a bright winter’s day, comfortably shielded by warm furs and confident in their magics; fearing little by way of beast or man.
The journey was largely uneventful until they neared White Ice Lake when the smell of smoke alerted them to a nearby camp.
Considering the length of travel ahead, the pair decided to break for a rest, and left the trail in an effort to hail the nearby camp and perhaps gain permission to sit and rest, and to share in a hot meal.
However, their calls were met with silence and the smell of smoke continued to intensify, when Caeliss quickly suspected something amiss. Riding forth toward the camp, he readied a defensive spell and warned Mikalmas to be on guard. But as they neared and the camp was revealed, it was soon evident that they were past the point of risk, for the camp had been razed and no soul stirred. The two were met by ashes sifting through the cold winter air, and the sight of burnt goods and a broken wagon. Littering the campsite were the hacked and burned bodies of several travelers, many childlike in size, yet garbed in armor and adult wear. Caeliss realized this had been a Halfling troupe, most likely travelling from Icemule.
As Caeliss dismounted and began to explore the wreckage of the sacked camp, he heard a small sound. Tilting his head to the side he heard a faint cry and realized he was hearing a cry of distress. Quickly searching the area, he discovered a large basket, while covered in ash, had not been disturbed by whatever bandit or brigand had destroyed this small caravan. Tipping over the wicker dome they discovered a wee babe, covered in blankets wearing a locket engraved with the name "Aniket" on it.
High Lord Beloran the Woundtender, an Aelotoi of the Mrae'ni Clan.
He is average height. He appears to be in the spring of life. He has piercing emerald eyes and fair skin. He has very short, touseled sandy blonde hair highlighted in golden hues. He has a pair of shimmering gold-veined deep emerald green wings. He has a tattoo of elaborate intertwining gold vines upon his forearm, and a gold-inked filigree Mrae'Ni tattoo on his neck.
|The Handfasting of Rovvigen Aniket and Beloran|
|This log is from Rovvigen's viewpoint.
On Restday, Eoantos 13 from the Silverwood Meadow, The Trine; Great Lord Beloran the Woundtender (an Aelotoi of the Mrae'ni Clan) and Event Planner Rovvigen the Fortuneteller (a Paradis Halfling) are united by Gwalina (The Matchmaker) during a centuries old Halfling tradition of The Handfasting Ceremony.
Rovvigen beams happily at Kelhaly!
Speaking to Beloran, Gwalina exclaims, "Yous have wings!"
Speaking to Gwalina, Beloran exclaims, "I do!"
Speaking to Gwalina, Rovvigen says, "And beautiful wings at that."
Rovvigen leans softly against Beloran.
Darbo gruffly says, "It's the Trine, everyone not handfasted...should be."
Kelhaly says, "This here is Gwalina our Matchmaker."
Kelhaly says, "She's put together many an epic match."
Gwalina says, "I's the life binder."
Beloran leans on his staff. Kelhaly asks, "Do we need to get the peppered vodka out here?"
Kelhaly clasps her arms around her knees and rocks back and forth.
Darbo nods at Kelhaly.
Speaking gruffly to Kayse, Darbo says, "Our Matchmaker, Gwalina, is about to demonstrate."
Kelhaly stands up.
Kelhaly just skipped merrily into a rainbow felt-paneled ger.
Gwalina announces, "Gathers, gathers! Has a seats if not alreadys on bottoms!"
Kelhaly asks, "Who needs encouragement?"
Kelhaly sniffs at her peppered vodka.
Dirvy giggles at Kelhaly.
Speaking softly to Kelhaly, Dirvy says, "In my limited experience, all men need liquid courage."
Gwalina requests, "Can I's get the couple to be handfasteded to come forwards?"
Speaking ruefully to Panndoris, Gwalina says, "If I's was singles... I'd be flirtings with yous."
Darbo just nudged Rovvigen.
Telsas brushes her fingers over the strings, modulating softly from chord to chord as if playing to herself.
Kelhaly says, "It only burns a little bit going down."
Speaking to Gwalina, Panndoris says, "I like yer style."
Kelhaly nods encouragingly at Rovvigen.
Kelhaly offers Rovvigen a glass of peppered vodka.
Speaking to Gwalina, Panndoris says, "Am nah fasted, ah dun think.. am observin."
Rovvigen accepts Kelhaly's peppered vodka.
Kelhaly offers Beloran a glass of peppered vodka.
Beloran accepts Kelhaly's peppered vodka.
Speaking gruffly to Rovvigen, Darbo asks, "Are ye going to tie the cord or not?"
Beloran gazes thoughtfully at his peppered vodka.
Speaking to Panndoris, Gwalina says, "No... I's fasteded... you's not."
Beloran sniffs at his peppered vodka.
Philibert joins Gwalina's group.
Panndoris laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
Gwalina beams happily at Philibert!
Speaking to Darbo, Rovvigen says, "We can yes."
Kelhaly giggles at Darbo.
Speaking to Gwalina, Panndoris says, "Lucky one, they be."
Darbo whacks Rovvigen with his cane.
Kelhaly says, "Darbo is a matchmaker, too."
Speaking to Philibert, Gwalina mouths, "That ones was flirtings with me."
Speaking to Rovvigen, Darbo says, "Do it."
Speaking to Gwalina, Philibert says, "Hello there wife of mine."
Rovvigen agrees with Darbo.
Kayse curiously asks, "Is anyone getting handfasted?"
Gwalina glances at Panndoris.
Beloran takes a drink from his peppered vodka.
Legaci glances between Darbo and Rovvigen.
Rovvigen takes a drink from his peppered vodka.
Beloran says, "Rovvigen and I are."
Beloran glances at Gwalina.
Dirvy turns to Beloran and cheers!
Speaking to Gwalina, Rovvigen says, "I am ready to tie the cord with Beloran."
Speaking to Philibert, Gwalina whispers aloud, "I knew yous would wakes up eventually... I didn't hit yous with the pans that hards."
Panndoris takes a moment to observe Rovvigen.
Speaking to Gwalina, Philibert says, "Aye, ya learned after I slept fer a week that one time."
Panndoris glances between Rovvigen and Beloran.
"Nows, nows... Traditionally during the Trines, we's normallys have lots and lots of matches ready to be bounds."
The music lifts and swells, as Cruxophim's encouraging and heartening song fills your heart and mind.
Without a change in dynamics Telsas picks up the pace of the song, weaving a soft but playful theme reminiscent of the sound of a far-away horse running across the countryside.
Rovvigen turns an inquisitive ear toward Gwalina.
Cruxophim's music seems to lift your mood as his flute's tune moves in stately beauty.
"We's also do not normallys have the traditionals ceremonies ifs fastededings outside of typicals racial boundaries."
Panndoris gawks at Gwalina.
Gwalina assures, "We makes exceptions this time because LOVE!"
Gwalina raises her fist defiantly.
Cruxophim applauds Gwalina.
Rovvigen beams happily at Gwalina!
Kelhaly applauds wildly!
Darbo gruffly says, "Everyone is Truefolk during the Trine."
"LOVES is ultimate bindings."
"The handfastedings ceremony takes place over a periods of two days. On the first days, the bride's family and the groom's family erects the gers... ones for the bride... ones for the groom, and ones for the ceremonies."
"The weddings ger is handed down from generations to generations, normallys through oldest daughters..."
Gwalina mutters, "... Waits... pans to heads... mights not remembers much at alls."
Beloran says, "Clunk has been at this rodeo before."
Speaking to Gwalina, Philibert asks, "I remember just like was last year. It was last year right?"
"Nows... the brides and grooms has rites... and its funs."
"The brides serves treats and creams and the grooms gets to sweat it outs in their gers to proves their endurance and staminas."
Gwalina shushes Philibert!
Speaking to Philibert, Gwalina exclaims, "I's talkings!"
"Each relative must proves why eithers the grooms is more worthys than the brides, or the brides is more worthys than the grooms. This is normally done throughs songs and verses and agains, all in good funs!"
Gwalina asks, "Do yous peoples have peoples to sings praises?"
Beloran says, "This was sort of spur of the moment."
Beloran grins at Gwalina.
Rovvigen points at Ordim. Rovvigen points at Dirvy. Rovvigen nods.
Gwalina awkwardly says, "Sos... no."
Dirvy enthusiastically nods her agreement, causing her hair to flutter around her face in a white blonde halo.
Gwalina cheekily says, "We can skips that part."
Darbo gruffly says, "This is the Trine. We are all family."
"Rovvigen is better His wings dont ever flutter Rovvigen is better Beloran smells of butter!"
Telsas laughs at you!
Beloran fully extends his wings and stands perfectly still, eyeing you cautiously.
Beloran says, "Gee. Thanks."
You stick your tongue out at Beloran and let loose with a loud, "Thbtbtbtbt" from your lips!
Speaking gruffly to Dirvy, Darbo exclaims, "Sing!"
Gwalina enthuses, "Do its!"
Dirvy blushes a pink shade at Darbo.
Telsas quietly says, "One for Rovvigen."
Rolfard applauds Rovvigen.
"Beloran is so sweet Rovvigen has hairy feet A perfect match they would make 'Cause Beloran can bake... maybe."
Kelhaly says, "You needs some of the Trine Collection."
Gwalina exclaims, "Yay! We hads that parts!"
Gwalina dances around the room to music only she can hear.
Speaking quietly to you, Telsas says, "Your turn again."
"Beloran, biggest Truefolk I've ever seen And strangely sporting wings of green He even lacks fur on his feet But we are glad they both did meet"
Rovvigen beams happily at Darbo!
Rovvigen bows respectfully and inclines his head.
"Nows... it should be noted that the worths is nevers in questions, but shoulds teasings be takens to hearts, a matriarchs of the families will be assigneded to ease the couples into marrieds life for the first years..."
Gwalina quips, "Ors you can shoots them in the knees."
Gwalina grins impishly.
Beloran says, "He would have an unfair advantage aiming at knees."
"Day 2s! The Handfesteding ceremony!"
"This is the days that the weddings gers is sets up by the males of the bride's familys and the females of the groom's familys. Whiles this happens, the brides gets batheds pampereds by her families and the grooms gets batheds and pampereds by his families"
"Thens... we eats... and we eats... and we eats some mores!"
Telsas quietly says, "I was wondering when that part came in."
Gwalina exclaims, "Afters we eats, we finish preparings things... and at dusks... we do the thing!"
Kelhaly repeats 'The Thing'
Rovvigen cackles at Kelhaly!
Kelhaly grins at Rovvigen.
Telsas quietly asks, "What thing?"
Kelhaly says, "THE thing."
Rovvigen says, "The THING."
"Typicallys, we has mock battles between the groom's families and the bride's families, all to proves worths once agains!"
Panndoris grins from ear to ear.
Kelhaly exclaims, "We can arm wrestle!"
Rovvigen cackles at Sadiyah!
Speaking to Rovvigen, Sadiyah says, "I got this."
"The grooms shows his worths by "fendings" off arguers... by diplomacys... or by sneakings into the bride's gers.."
Gwalina whispers aloud, "My Philiberts did the sneakingses."
Philibert says, "She wasn't hittings me with pans then, I could be sneaksies."
Rovvigen laughs at Philibert!
Speaking softly to Philibert, Dirvy asks, "She hit you with the pan when you arrived in her ger?"
Speaking to Dirvy, Philibert says, "No, she only starteds that after I trieds running away from home. Shot me in me knee and walloped me over tha heads."
"Nows, the grooms is presented with three womans dressed identicallys... with a thick red veils edged in gold that covers even feetsies. The grooms musts be able to tell which is trulys his brides (there's a lot of signals given to makes sure he picks the rights one)"
"Once the grooms gets his brides, they proceeds to the weddings ger, where the brides is stoppeds by the groom's families, who challenges her worths once mores. The brides offers gifts to appease the familys... and they are nice gifts, trinkets mades by themselves (or someones else... they don'ts needs to knows)."
"Nows, once the families is appeased... it is times for the ceremonies... FINALLIES!"
Gwalina beckons Rovvigen forward, followed by Beloran.
Kelhaly asks, "Do yous need more vodkas?"
Beloran says, "Yes."
Beloran walks toward Gwalina.
Rovvigen adopts an agreeable expression.
Speaking to Rovvigen, Gwalina says, "Don'ts be shies."
Rovvigen stands up. Rovvigen walks toward Gwalina.
Kelhaly offers Rovvigen a glass of peppered vodka.
Gwalina's cheeks flush with a soft pale rose shade, darkening her freckles even more.
Kelhaly asks, "Are they bound yet?"
Gwalina recites grandiosely:
"Now we proceeds with the traditionals handfastededings ceremony. We starts by invokings the blessings of Oleanis!"
A shooting star sails across the moonlit sky.
Gwalina tilts her head up.
Clunk gazes up into the heavens. Legaci gazes up into the heavens.
Kelhaly exclaims, "A sign!"
"That works, too!"
"We comes to yous, Mistresses Oleanis! We brings to yous those whose loves grows continuouslys everydays and wishes to be bounds befores yous withs the tyings of the cords."
You see Great Lord Beloran the Woundtender. He appears to be an Aelotoi of the Mrae'ni Clan.
You see Event Planner Rovvigen the Fortuneteller. He appears to be a Paradis Halfling.
Gwalina asks, "Dos yous twos have anythings yous wishes to says?"
Beloran says, "Again, completely unprepared."
Panndoris gives Beloran a little prod between the shoulder blades.
Cruxophim glances between Beloran and Rovvigen.
Speaking to Beloran, Rovvigen says, "I am grateful for every moment i get to share with you."
Speaking mischievously to Beloran, Cruxophim suggests, "'Yes' might be a good start."
Beloran begins chuckling at Cruxophim! Beloran sets about preparing himself to be as presentable as possible.
Speaking to Cruxophim, Gwalina whispers aloud, "He's already saids yes!"
Beloran says, "The first step of the journey of a lifetime."
Kelhaly gazes fondly at Rovvigen.
Cruxophim raises his hands toward Gwalina in surrender!
Kelhaly gazes fondly at Beloran.
Speaking to Beloran, Gwalina says, "Yous... right hands out."
Speaking to Rovvigen, Gwalina says, "Yous... left hands out."
Legaci glances between Beloran and Rovvigen.
Gwalina says, "Nows... typicallys, the handfastings cord is passeded downs, too, each generations families addings more and more to it."
Gwalina starts with Beloran, and begins weaving her cord around his and Rovvigen's wrists in a figure eight, ensuring it remains snug against their arms.
Gwalina says, "Once the cords is wovens, wes ties the cords together to ensures it cannot be unwovens."
Gwalina completes the weave and ties it all together, completing the ritual.
Gwalina says, "Nows, the couples must remove the cords togethers and theys haves to be carefuls not to unravels what was dones."
Speaking to Rovvigen, Beloran says, "We have to slip the tied cord off our hands."
Gwalina says, "Once the cords is removeds carefullies, wes place it in a box to be sealed and kept until the couples dies and it is passeded downs to the next generations."
Kelhaly asks, "Do yous have a box?"
Beloran says, "We do."
Beloran put a glass of peppered vodka in his flyrsilk greatcloak.
Beloran removes a white oak case carved with a pastoral motif from in his flyrsilk greatcloak.
Rovvigen beams happily at Beloran!
Beloran offers Gwalina a white oak case carved with a pastoral motif.
Gwalina accepts Beloran's white oak case.
Telsas quietly says, "Congralations."
Telsas quietly says, "May years of happiness in darkness and in light for the pair of you."
A luminous white haze forms around Beloran and Rovvigen and grows in intensity until it is as bright as a star, periodically emitting golden sparks that float upward toward the night sky.
(Beloran squirms slightly and twists his right hand. He carefully wiggles his fingers and works his hand out of the cord, careful to preserve the knot.)
Darbo nods approvingly.
Sadiyah says, "May all the love you to share carry you from this life into the next for many lives to come."
Gwalina says, "If yous wants to pass its to me, I can put it in your cases."
(Rovvigen removes the cord slightly not to unwoven the cord.)
Beloran says, "That was easier for Rovvigen. She tied my knot tighter."
Cruxophim warmly states, "Congratulations, you two."
Speaking to Beloran, Gwalina complains, "Yous wrists were biggers."
Darbo gruffly says, "At least someone got handfasted at this Trine."
Gwalina offers Rovvigen a white oak case carved with a pastoral motif.
Speaking to Cruxophim, Rovvigen says, "Thanks so much."
Beloran begins chuckling at Gwalina!
Rovvigen accepts Gwalina's white oak case.
Beloran agrees with Gwalina.
Beloran exclaims, "One wedding done, one more to go!"
"To the happy couple."
"May the sun always shine on ye both The wind always be at your backs Nights be warm and safe And love always abundant!"
Placing her hands upon her hips, Gwalina performs a quick heel-to-toe dance that ends with two high hops to the left.
"May your toe hair never tangle!"
Beloran exclaims, "That was most informative, and deeply appreciated!"
|Tales of First Loves|
|This story is written by Zailon Britbane taken from the log from Tales of First Loves.
Tales of First Loves was our final installment in the storytelling series out of six. It was presented in Koaratos of 5117 Written by: Sentinel Advisor Zailon Britbane Edited by: Elder Seer Rovvigen Aniket
Sentinel Zailon looks distracted, before snapping out of his daydream, turning to face you, suddenly aware of your presence.
Zailon says, “Sorry, right. I grew distracted. Well, I met Elder Sentinel Advisor Dirvy years back, you see, I stumbled into Icemule, wounded and without any herbs left.”
Zailon says, “Right, nevermind. That isn’t what you’re asking about, is it? Another time, I suppose. Tales of First Loves, yes? I remember it well, a very important day for me. Let me paint the story for you.”
Zailon makes a gesture for you to sit down, as he recants the story.
You follow the group down a pathway, ending in the courtyard of the famous Silvergate Inn and take note of a small gathering already in progress. You make your way towards the back, so as not to disrupt the stories in progress.
You note Sentinel Zailon Scampering back from a nearby cart, clutching a slice of watermelon, with a mischievous grin on his face. You decide not to point it out, after all, it’s only watermelon.
Turning from your distraction you note a couple holding hands, coming down the walkway, the leaves swirling behind them with a sense of playfulness, almost escorting the happy couple down into the Inn.
Prophet Rovvigen steps up and begins his announcement, “Today, we host Tales of First loves. We will be discussing the people we’ve met along our long journey, and remembering fondly those who stand out among the rest. “
Sentinel Zailon steps up in front of the gathering and looks toward Dirvy, clearly a man besotted, he begins, “We met some time ago, back in Icemule. I remember I was headed for the rift.”
“Much to my surprise, the town had acquired an Empath; unheard of for quite some time.”
Zailon smiles at Dirvy, “It was a relief to know I could come back from the rift and find healing again, rather than seeking out every herb in existence. And through time, I found not only a healer, but a friend. For a number of years, that’s all there was to it. I was too blind to see what was so plain to everyone else.”
Zailon continues, “After years of indecision, or simple foolishness, I woke up enough to see what was before me, and thankfully, she didn’t turn me away. “
Zailon turns to Dirvy and says, “Thank you for coming on this journey with me.”
Dirvy responds, “How could I have ever said no to you?”
Zailon passes Dirvy a shimmering silk gift cloth.
Dirvy asks, “Shall I open this now?”
Zailon nods to Dirvy.
Dirvy opened the gift cloth and within she found Zailon’s onyx neckchain bearing a glowing pentagram.”
Dirvy responds, “But this is your favorite!”
And without hesitation Zailon replied, “You are my favorite. I wanted you to have something of importance from me.”
Dirvy softly replied, “I have you, what could be more important?”
And with that Dirvy and Zailon kissed, sealing the event, a public acknowledgement of what was to come. Stories were shared, and hearts were touched and this led us down the path to a wedding on a grand scale, but that is a story for another day.
Prophet Rovvigen stepped before the crowd, prepared to tell his tale of love
Rovvigen says, “This is the story of how Beloran and I got married.”
Rovvigen begins his tale, “Beloran and I met a year and a half ago, in Wehnimer’s Landing. I noticed his vibrant green wings, causing him to stand out from the crowd. It was love at first sight. He gave me a tour of the landing, and we ended up at this beautiful little café.”
Rovvigen gazes outward, lost in memory, “That night be took me on a picnic amongst the stars and told me to make a wish. I made my wish and he asked me what I had wished for, and I could only reply, if I tell you, then it won’t come true.”
Smiling to himself, Rovvigen continues to address the crowd.
Rovvigen says, “That night, I had wished we would have a beautiful wedding, and as of last year we were married, holding two ceremonies to celebrate our nuptials. “
Rovvigen remembers, “Our first time was at the Trine Festival, we held a handfasting after the Halfling tradition, tying a cord about our wrists to show our eternal bond. Our second ceremony was held at the Ice Caverns. “
Zailon leans against Dirvy, listening to Rovvigen’s tale of love found. Nodding quietly to himself, you note that he has donned a rather ostentatious feathered hat and he is now walking with a cane. You begin wonder about his wardrobe choices and find that his story is winding down.
Zailon resumes his focus, “And that is the Tale of First Loves. Dirvy and I couldn’t have gotten a proper start if not for Prophet Rovvigen. We owe him much for that day.”
Zailon nods in acknowledgement and gazes out, resuming his watch over the caravan as you proceed to your next destination.
Rovvigen's Most Prized Divination Tools
a translucent silver-hearted crystal
Ovoid in shape, the crystal is translucent with tiny bubbles trapped just beneath its surface, while at its heart a crystalline structure of silver spreads its branching arms outward in all directions. Rolling and flitting in sinuous patterns that at times ascends the metallic enigma, and at other times descends it, is a miasmic mist that undulates in and out of barely recognizable patterns. A simple chain has been attached to the device, its metal seemingly dull in comparison to the rest.
an ora-framed leather wolf mask
Images of stars and willow leaves have been incised along the strips of pale grey ora that cover and shape the exterior of the wolf mask. The leather beneath is tanned to a fine, supple softness and dyed chocolate brown. Two disks, each half mistwood and half ebony, hang on a leather thong to rest just above the right eye. A black and silver sigil has been painted on the brow. A few bloodstains mar the bottom edge of the mask.