Ashara Greenwood
Lady Ashara Greenwood (a.k.a. Ash)
Lady Ashara Greenwood, born in the heart of the ancient elven realm, emerged as a noble figure within Albion's court. From her earliest days, Ashara possessed a deep connection to the natural world, drawing strength and inspiration from the whispers of the forest and the harmonious melodies of the woodland creatures.
Raised within the Greenwood family, known for their devotion to the goddess Sastrines, Ashara's upbringing was imbued with a profound reverence for nature. Under the guidance of her parents, she honed her skills in both swordsmanship and the arts, embracing the duality of her elven heritage.
As she blossomed into adulthood, Ashara's exceptional talents and unwavering dedication earned her a place among the prestigious knights of Albion's Arthurian court. Clad in gleaming armor adorned with intricate engravings of leaves and vines, she became known as a formidable warrior, blending her grace with a masterful command of elven blades.
Lady Ashara's true calling, however, lay in the realm of creation. Inspired by the divine beauty of nature, she delved into the delicate art of enchantment, weaving her magical prowess into her creations. Her glowing, elven-crafted items and luminescent sigils became renowned throughout the land, carrying the essence of the goddess Sastrines and radiating an otherworldly aura.
Beyond her artistic endeavors, Lady Ashara became a devoted advocate for the preservation of Albion's forests. With her compassionate spirit and unwavering determination, she sought to protect the delicate balance between the elven realm and the human settlements, striving for harmony and understanding.
Physical Description
Body Features
Decorative scars and tattoos.
Social
Family Ties
House of Greenwood, from North of Bernicia.
Legend of coat of arms tells that, King sent an elven knight of the Greenwood House to scout the region for enemies. When the knight came across a river he met a strong enemy unit. Unable to attack them alone, he decided immediately to shoot a lighted arrow into the air to call for reinforcements. Help arrived soon and defeated the enemies. A grateful King granted the brave knight a new coat of arms with a silver arrowhead on a green field.
Religious Views
- Priestess of Sastrines.
Hobbies & Pets
- Sword sparring
- picking medicinal herbs
- play music
Lady Ashara Greenwood of Bernicia. Warden of Frostwind woods. Glowweaver of the Verdant Sigils. Recently joined the Lions Warhost under Banners of Heartsford. Helps defend Albion with her sword and healing skill.
Character Location
Alignment
Neutral
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Lady Ashara Greenwood of Bernicia. Warden of Frostwind woods. Glowweaver of the Verdant Sigils.
Age
93
Birthplace
Rainland
Children
Current Residence
Greenwood, Bernicia.
Gender
Female
Eyes
Green
Hair
Silver
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
White
Height
5.5
Quotes & Catchphrases
Dyvu dyvai...
- Common
- Old Elvish
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Chainmail
Lady Ashara Greenwood, stood tall and resolute in the heart of the war camp. The sound of clanging metal echoed through the air as blacksmiths
hammered away, forging weapons and armor for the imminent battle. Her eyes were fixed on the horizon, where dark storm clouds gathered, signaling
the approaching storm of war.
As she surveyed the camp, her gaze fell upon the blacksmith's workshop, where the seasoned artisan, Sidabras, toiled over his anvil.Her brother was
known throughout the land for his exquisite craftsmanship, and Ashara had sought his skills to craft a chain mail that would befit her status as a knight.
With determined steps, Ashara made her way towards Sidabras's workshop. She placed basket with forest goods on the nearby table, elf greeted her
with a sweat-soaked brow and a weary smile.
"Ash," Sidabras acknowledged, wiping the perspiration from his forehead. "I apologize for the delay. The chain mail you requested is proving to be more
intricate than I anticipated."
Ashara's eyes narrowed, disappointment etching itself on her face. "Brother, I have been waiting for weeks. The battle is imminent, and I cannot go
into the fray without proper protection."
Sidabras's hands, roughened from years of working with molten metal, clenched and unclenched as he tried to find the right words. "I understand your frustration, little sister.
The task you've given me requires utmost precision, and I won't compromise the quality of my work."
Her displeasure evident, the elven maid heaved a sigh and glanced at her sword and shield. "Very well, brother. I shall face the enemy with what I have."
Seeing the determination in her eyes, Sidabras's resolve hardened. "Give me just a few more days, you won’t regret it. I will finish the chain mail. It will be ready,
just wait some more. I promise."
Ashara nodded, accepting his promise. She turned away from the workshop, her thoughts heavy with the weight of impending battle.
She knew she had to find solace and strength before the imminent storm.
Her gaze fell upon the sacred grove, where the ribbons fluttered gracefully from the branches, and the ground was carpeted with soft moss. She felt drawn
to the serene atmosphere of the grove, a place of solace and divine connection.
With a sense of reverence, Ashara removed her sandals and stepped barefoot into the sacred space. The coolness of the moss caressed her feet, grounding her in the present moment.
As she walked deeper into the grove, the gentle rustling of leaves and the faint scent of incense enveloped her senses.
A sense of calm washed over her as she knelt on the straw mat before the altar. Whispering prayers of strength and protection, elven main poured out
her heart to Sastrines. She sought guidance, a glimmer of hope in the face of impending conflict. Her hands trembled as she clasped them together, and her voice
carried her fervent pleas through the sacred space.
As Ashara rose from her prayers, a gentle breeze caressed her face, carrying with it a sense of reassurance. She knew that she would face the battle with valor, even
without the chain mail she had hoped for.
Days turned into nights, and the battle drew near. Lady Ashara dedicated herself to rigorous training, honing her skills with the sword and shield.
And amidst the turmoil of the war camp, the elven blacksmith, Sidabras, toiled tirelessly, his forge glowing in the darkness.
The night before the battle, as the moon cast its ethereal light upon the land, Ashara returned to Sidabras's workshop. Weariness tugged at her bones, but a spark of anticipation
ignited within her as she stepped inside.
Sidabras stood before her, his elvish features illuminated by the dancing flames. His hands, calloused from years of crafting, held a gleaming chain mail
and a padded shirt woven from nettle.
"Ash, I have kept my promise," Sidabras said, his voice filled with pride and relief.
Sastrines' Wrath: A Curse against Forest Destroyers
Oh, mighty Sastrines, goddess of nature,
We beseech thee to hear our fervent plea.
For those who dare defile the sacred forest,
Unleash upon them your wrathful decree.
With every tree felled and habitat lost,
Their actions sever the harmonious bond.
Let their steps be met with tangled thorns,
As they wander lost, forever beyond.
May the rivers they pollute turn to poison,
A foul reminder of their treacherous deed.
Their lands barren, devoid of life's embrace,
A desolate wasteland, no solace or need.
Sastrines, we implore you to rise,
Protect your creation from mankind's greed.
Let their hearts be burdened with remorse,
As they witness the devastation they breed.
In every breeze, let your whispers be heard,
A haunting reminder of their transgression.
May their dreams be haunted by the spirits,
Of the creatures lost, in eternal possession.
Until they repent, until they amend,
Let their lives be plagued by eternal strife.
May they learn the value of nature's embrace,
And work to restore, as they reclaim their life.
Oh, Sastrines, goddess of nature divine,
We entrust this curse to your merciful hands.
Guide them towards redemption and change,
So they may honor and protect your sacred lands.
This curse we invoke upon those who destroy,
In the name of Sastrines, let justice be deployed.
Nine Herbs Charm
Sheaf of herbs is one of symbols often associated with Damacest.
Will tell you how to make a "Nine Herbs Charm". Found record of this charm in old Albion medical compilation known as Lacnunga, else "Remedies"
For that you need pick these medicinal plants and tie them into sheaf:
Mugwort (Artemisia vulgaris)
Waybread (Plantago)
Lambcress (Cardamine hirsuta)
Nettle (Urtica)
Bishopwort (Stachys officinalis)
Mayweed (Matricaria chamomilla)
Wild apple (Malus)
Thyme (Thymus vulgaris)
Fennel (Foeniculum vulgare)
Dry it and hang sheaf above the bed of ill while repeating prayer to Damacest.
Or carry with yourself in the pouch to bring you good health and protect from illness.
Soldier's herb
It is quiet in the woods.... feels like time stopped here.
Picking Waybread's leaves today. Later will wash them in the spring water. The young, tender leaves can be eaten raw, and the older, stringier leaves can be boiled in stews and eaten.
Waybread grows in lawns and fields, along roadsides, and in other areas that have been disturbed by humans. It does particularly well in compacted or disturbed soils. The mature plant
contains pliable and tough fibre that can be used to make small cords, fishing line, sutures, or braiding. The seeds are so small that they are tedious to gather, but they can be ground into a flour substitute.
But most important Waybread leaves good to use on wounds, sores, or insect stings, skin irritations including poison ivy and stinging nettle. They also help heal sunburn.
Make poultice, spread on cloth and place over the skin to treat an aching, inflamed, or painful part of the body, can help with snake bite sometimes if applied in time. Easy to find too. Some call it Soldier's herb, since can be used as a dressing . Also one of "Nine herbs charm" of Damacest.
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