Lysanthir
Player Character
High Loremaster and Queen of Tol Lysaian (a.k.a. Lys)
Backstory:
I grew up alongside the noble Elves, my father was a well known scientist and my mother was a scholar. The two of them taught me everything I knew about wizardry up until I was able to attend a school for wizards. After finishing my studies, I returned home to find that my mother was kidnapped and my father murdered. An old guardian of mine called for me to the edge of the city, giving me a letter from my parents before departing into exile. It was because of the letter that I am here; they begged me to complete my father's research with the learned magic I had gained from the academy, something that he hadn't been able to do. In this letter he tells me of a Temple of the Gods that contains forbidden knowledge that I must now search for in hopes of unlocking all of its secrets. He warned me of dangers that would come with the journey and gave me instructions to stay at a church in Barovia, one which he himself had stayed at once before. There was a second letter, one that was probably written after my mother was taken, from my father, instructing me that it would be the only way to save her, if that was even a possibility still. In the folds of the envelope lay a copper chain that held his wedding band. After staying in my childhood home for several days, contemplating whether or not to listen to my father's warning or search recklessly for my mother, I left on my journey across the world, searching for the temple, as I had no other choice. I gripped the wedding ring of my father worn on a leather strap on my neck as I stepped out from the elven realm.- Trained at the White Tower of Lse Serin. Excelled to be a powerful pupil in the school of wizardry and magic.
- Searching for her father who mysteriously disappeared. Assumed to be left for dead, traveled to the Amber Temple to uncover dark secrets to bring him back. Displaced after the Last War, as the elven Isles of Lilelhil were vasselized under Bool, God of Oblivion
Family Tree:
Campaign History:
- Touched one of the God Stones and became of a servant of Idris, God of Malice
- Killed Volenta von Zarovich in the Castle Ravenloft - Catacombs
- Agreed to have her body reshaped by Idris, God of Malice to fight against the forces of Darkness, and defeat Bool.
- With the help of Baridian and the Sword of Votune was able to be reformed a new bond with Avris, the Goddess of Passion and be reborn yet again, from the fires of hell.. scarred, she swears herself to a new patron, and to destroy Strahd and vows vengeance for Marcus's death.
Bridge Gap Story:
Lys returned home battle torn but victorious. Scars covered her body from the weeks of hard fought fighting and the tattoos that she has left with we’re nothing more than white lines on her arms. The well acclaimed Lse Serin Academy student was barely recognized by her beloved mentor and peers. Though her journey had only been several weeks, Lysanthir returned completely changed to her people. Royal Guards escorted her and her companion, Dearma, to the Counsel of Elves once they breached through the gate. Crowds watched as the two were escorted through the magnificent, ancient city. People she hadn’t seen since before the war stood on the sides of the streets. Friends of her mother and father smiled at her, she felt at home and...safe. “Lysanthir Moonbreze,” his sturdy voice boomed through the council chamber. “Your parents would be proud if they could see you now.” Lys looked up to the King, Raeren Gildrel, her uncle. She smiled a tired smile and bowed shakily. “Thank you, my Liege,” she said. “But our victory wouldn’t, and couldn’t have happened, without the help of those we lost.” “Of course, my child,” he smiled. “Their losses are not taken lightly, their names will be made eternal along with yours for the coming ages.” “That is well respected, sir,” she took a sharp breath in. “However this isn’t the end.” The council’s heads turned, some began to murmur to each other. “She’s right,” Daerma spoke up, his elvish perfect. “The darkness has been fought off and the power those armies served no longer exists. But turmoil will soon follow if we are not prepared.” “Ealtalos could be lost if we are not careful,” Lys finished. The king sat back into his chair, eyes fixated on Lys. “What do you suggest,” he questioned. Lys glanced over at Daerma who gave her a reassuring nod. “We need to recruit more members of the arts to Lse Sein to be taught how to protect and how to fight. Especially in the White Tower, where I lived for a long while,” she breathed. “When I left I thought I was prepared, I was the top student and was the strongest. But there is so much more out there, so much more evil, that I was not prepared for. We need to prepare.” Silence followed and stayed for what felt like ages. “We have a proposition then,” Council member Mitolar Olocan, grand master of the arts, spoke up. Lys nodded in tired anticipation. “You, Lysanthir, have far surpassed the masters and mistresses at the White Tower,” he began, raising from his gold encrusted throne-chair. ”We wish to welcome you back to the Tower as something much surpassing a teacher. You will be the Grand Master of the Arts, and you will have the power to dictate what is learned and how it’s taught. You will also have the power to include your insight in the Elves affairs of these coming wars as you have touched the darkest part of the realms. You have done what even I haven’t done.” The council nodded. “Grand Master Olocan I,” Lys was breathless. “You’ve been proven to be one of the strongest of the centuries, your place in the council is one with honor,” he followed with a wrinkled smile. “My brother and his wife had very high hopes for you, Lys,” the king nodded towards Grand Master Olocan and he sat down. “You will remain a powerful asset to the elven people and to the name of Magic. From here on, you will be known as Lysanthir the N'landroshien, Grand Master of Lse Serin.”Follow up story:
The Liberation of the High ElvesRelationships
Lysanthir (before Transformation):
Species
Ethnicity
Age
327
Spouses
Daerma Myrddin
(Husband)
Siblings
Children
Gender
Female
Eyes
Eyes green and grey
Hair
White as snow
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Glowing tattoos
Height
6'0"
Weight
127
Belief/Deity
Avris
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