The Valley of Souls during the Winter (viewed from above)

The fiend roared with hunger, it's eye twitching left and right, tails swinging violently to the sides as their orbs seemed to ignite one by one, just like fires in a sere forest. Sharp claws scratched the earth beneath them with fury, causing dust to rise rebelliously, forcing the man to cover his face with one of his hands. This beast was nothing like he had ever seen or heared off before. It was just as if the creature was pulled out of long, forgotten tales, recited around the campfire by elders holding the stories of their generations in the depths of their minds.

An unexpected movement caused the man to leap several feet back, his eyes now widened in amazement as everywhere around him, one by one, like shooting stars upon the night's sky, men and women began to materialize as if out of thin air. Oblivious to the titan which stood in front of him, he narrowed his gaze, his guard lowering for one short moment as he tried to realize if his eyes we're playing pranks on him, or, if what he really saw were other beings such as himself. Unexpectedly, a light pale of wind ran itself across his cheeks as a peculiar female landed to his side, gliding down from the heavens. A draiken, Alakor quickly judged by her traits. She was young, short green hair making it's way down upon her face, and had the traits of a warrior.

His eyes gleamed with unbound joy as the woman displayed her katana, the man only now comprehending that she was a Gate Keeper just as himself. "Thank the seven lights of Ner'dhul." he thought to himself, his gaze running up and down on his newly found ally.

Another reverberating howl penetrated the valley as with a sudden movement the beast shifted it's entire body, plunging two of it's tails towards the unknown woman and himself. Caught off-guard, he gasped, desperately springing to his side in a attempt to dodge the attack. The two tentacle-like-limbs slammed in to the ground with rage, causing Alakor to loose his equilibrium for one brief second, the man now hovering throughout the air face towards the ground. In the blink of an eye, he stretched his left arm towards the cold earth below him, chanting with a loud voice: "Fury of the twelve flights, lift me to the heavens", the spell producing a thin shaft of light which seemed to emerge from the palm of his hand. The ray of energy immediately began to pierce through the air with blinding speed, colliding with the earth silently and vanishing as it did. He grinned, feeling his body propagated a few feet above the ground, the man now having a complete view of the valley he was drawn too. Tilting his head left and right, his eyes glared upon the survivors which seemed to watch his battle against the hellish beast just as if it was some kind of freak-show.

He gulped, feeling gravity pull him down mercilessly as both of his hands locked around his blade, the man crying out: "Burn, White Phoenix.". A bright flash seemed to envelop his weapon for a short moment, a lament of pain emanating through the scenery as the man landed on one of the tails belonging to the brute, his sword piercing it's flesh, creating a deep wound placed near the fiery orb at it's tip. A thick black liquid began to gash out of the cut, drops of blood splattering themselves against the land and the man's clothes, causing them to gain a black-reddish color just as if he was the one bleeding.


Swiftly darting a few steps back the man took advantage of the memento he had created and, with a desperate battle cry he charged towards the beast, his blade still barring the shape of a beam of white fire, Alakor beginning to produce a series of rips and slashes on the creature's tail, the white fire flickering every-time it made contact with the fiend's skin, just as if it disliked the taste of it's blood. He paused for a seemingly never-ending moment, beginning to chant as he leaped backwards: "Favor of the dragon queen, i call upon you." causing the blood which lay scattered on the beast's tail to boil, the behemoth now swinging it frantically as if blinded by the pain. Without warning, in the blink of an eye he had reached his goal as the fiery orb which was placed at the tail's tip crashed against the ground, it's impact resonating for a couple of more seconds, just like a after-shock.

Using the few seconds he had to spare, he shouted to those around him: "Help me, or we shall all perish here like martyrs."

Name: Estin Oakrain Roneli
Alias(es): Oakrain, Woodmaster
Race: Elf
Age: 764 years old.
Gender: Male
Appearance: Estin stands at 6’6”. He has shortly cut silver hair that looks slightly unkempt and messy, even though he takes good care of it. He has deep blue eyes, and when you look into them its almost as if you’re staring into your self. His eyes and hair are his most defining aspects. He has a lean body, and prefers to wear brown, comfortable clothing.

Equipment: A finely crafted oak bow. The wood looks still alive, and glimmers as if it is slightly wet. A steel rapier, black hilt, silver hand-guard, and nondescript blade. He also carries a special logic game, called an Ama handasse. (Which means cunning in Elvish). He also carries a small dagger which he uses to whittle wood.

Birthplace: An elvish village in the mid outskirts of a forest. The village was called Snowbrook. Despite its name, the local creek was never filled with snow.

Biography: Estin Oakrain Roneli was born at night, under the stars. His parents, his father was a master craftsman and his mother taught at a school of magic, were traveling from an elvish town to the small village of Snowbrook where his mother was to begin teaching at the local school of Conjuration. Before they reached their destination, the time of Estin’s birth came, and he was born in a small clearing just a short distance from Snowbrook.

His father trained Estin in his craft, and his mother did everything she could to see that he got a proper training in various forms of magic. When Estin turned of age, he left Snowbrook, and served for several years in a forest guard detachment. Here he honed his use of defensive magic, and his use with a bow.

Shortly after he left the guard, he returned to Snowbrook and took up his father’s trade. As he was already trained, Estin was able to become a greatly respected wood crafter. For several years he went on trading expeditions into Human and Dwarf lands, where he sold his and his father’s goods. It was because of Estin’s familiarity with humans and dwarves that several council members asked him to serve as a diplomat between the three races.

He served for approximately twenty years in this position, mediating between the races. During this time, he also came into contact with all manner of races; Draconians, and different offshoots of human and elfkind. After his tenure as a Diplomat was up, he took a post as a Captain of a Forest guard detachment that was very close to human lands. Here he further developed his skills at mediating between groups. He once more retired from his post, and went back to his first love, woodworking in the small village of Snowbrook, where he lives today.

Does for Fun: Plays a logic game (Chess). Carries this kind of game in his backpack and plays it by himself for fun. Invites anyone to play against him.

Social Status: Renowned woodworker. He also served as a Diplomat for several years, where he mediated between elves, dwarves, and men.

Profession: Master Wood worker. Crafts bows, whistles, furniture, and basically anything else using hand tools. His logic game he crafted himself.

Combat Speciality: Ranger. Though Estin is a wood worker, he is not unskilled with his rapier, nor is he unskilled with his bow.

Unique Skills: Besides his natural affinity with wood, Estin is able to ‘imbue’ the wood items that he crafts with special abilities. For instance, his arrows are stronger than normal arrows, strike with more accuracy, and are able to penetrate thicker armor. His bows never break, and his other creations have an enchanting aura about them. (I’m unsure as to what School of magic this would fall under. In D&D I believe this would be a School of Alteration.)

Magic: School of Destruction(Control of the elements). He never uses magic offensively (IE, he never casts a fireball at someone), but only defensively. He also has the skills mentioned above, which allow him to imbue wood with certain qualities.


Important Past Events that changed Estin’s Personality:
When serving as Captain of the Forest Guard, Alera detachment, his men were forced to protect the Town of Alera a pride of Farr’al’kai. Using all of his stratagem, Estin was able to out flank the pride, and using bows brought them down before they could reach the town. But in order to gain this advantage, he was forced to send a squad of five elves into direct confrontation with the Farr’al’kai. The elves didn’t stand a chance in the melee, and were slaughtered. It was Estin’s responsibility to give this news to their families. He has never been the same since. He will no longer risk the life of his allies, and this turns into a weakness and a strength. He attempts to always avoid loss of life, but this means that sometimes he waits until it is too late to attack. He also has a fear of losing any other friends and comrades in battle. This is a strength because he will protect them at almost all costs, and a weakness, as he will sometimes leave his guard open while he protects a comrade.

Estin focuses mostly on his rapier, longbow, woodcrafting, and defensive magic skills. His skills at mediating seem almost natural and innate to him. Therefore, his skills in other areas are limited.

Hook: A patient, mediating elf. Attempts to be neutral in most things. Loves to bring things and people together.

Motivation: He loves creating things. Be it wood objects, to alliances between peoples, he loves bringing things and people together.

Alignment: Good - Neutral