Saleaan

Elven Druid Chaotic Neutral

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Again the booming laughter of the thunder storm sounded, as if entertained by the magic show put on by the lightning. In the forest of Laurathain home to a particularly isolated village of elves Cuildilya clutched her new born son, trying to quiet his frightful cries, though burdened with the child in her arms she was still able to move quite gracefully. she climbed into her home situated in the central region of the third greatest oak in the village. And laid her trembling son to rest, Armárion, the boy’s father and her partner had been acting strangely in the last few months leading to the birth of their son. He had abandoned her and the village two months earlier leaving her and the village, saying the night he left only that he was being called to a greater power. It was then she saw a dark spark in his usually inviting and loving yellow eyes, a look of hunger, the likes of which no meal of even the finest caylana berries could fulfill. Angry she was with herself for choosing Armárion as a father for her son, but as the apprentice to the most powerful wizard in the village, he had been the definition of a good mate. Regret filled Cuildilya’s heart as she stared at her son, slowly rocking him to sleep. suddenly a horn sounded, meaning but one thing, someone had reached an untimely death. Gwewelgorien the three hundred and seventy two year old wizard to whom Armárion had apprencied himself to not ninety years earlier, had been slain by a bolt of lightning as he slept. the villagers all thought it remarkable that a freak bolt of lightning would peirce the heart so precicly. However, Cuildilya knew better, she had seen the look in Armárion’s eyes, and knew that he had removed the only one alive that could stop him from satisfying his craving. Despite her protests to the Cleric, and leader of the village that this was not a natural phenomena, the village deemed it a sad coincidence. Not three days later, the storm returned, this time however there was no denying the nature of the storm, for bolts of lighting rained down and eveloped the village turning most everything to ash, all but one child survived the horror, for the first strike of lightning had shaken the ground causing, Cuildilya’s baby boy to fall away and out of the blast zone.

It had been a legend within the village since before anyone could remember, that the kings of old had blessed the wolves of Laurathain, for the wolves within these trees, were of an unnaturally large size and lived a great deal longer than the average twenty year life span that is customary to wolves. whether this was due to a blessing from ancient forgotten rulers, or it is simply the result of some chemical, or magic within the woods is unknown. What is known is that on the day that followed the horrific destruction of the eleven village the alpha female from a pack of these wolves came across the young child, who was crying out for food and comfort. at first Agdoththa was warry, not knowing what to make of the strange elven creature, but she soon decided that it would neither be dangerous, nor would the child provide a good meal, yet its death seemed a waste of life, and so she returned with the child gripped gently in her razor sharp teeth to her den. she fed the boy milk from her own breast, and taught him to play with her pups, convincing Growtal the alpha male not to maime and kill the child upon first site, that was another mater entirely. for Growtal was untrusting of wolves from other packs, and to bring in a bipead and be expected to raise him as his own, that was a rather tough sell. But even Growtal could be worn down by Agdoththa for she was a beautiful site, a snow white chest with a red back and grey covering the rest of her body, there was not another wolf like her in all the forest. ( that said, being a wolf Growtal was color blind and knew none of what I just described). Years passed and the young elven boy was raised as a wolf. the wolves dubed him Saleaan, which in wolven means “that which was sniffed out” . In the first few decades of his life the Saleaan returned to the scared land that was once his home, and scavenged books with which he taught himself to read and write. some of the books contained magics which awoke within him, and over time allowed him to transform himself into many beasts his favorite of course was that of the wolf, however he found the owl, to be most useful for hunting, for instead of tracking and hiding as he had been taught, he would simply transform into an owl perch and send out a mating call, transform back and supper was his. However, there was one downside to returning to his old village though. every night for the following week he would have horrid nightmares of a man much like himself, but with piercing yellow eyes, laughing maniacally. He consulted with Agdoththa a few times, but as she was not present at the destruction of his home, she could only say that elves had once lived there and that his description did match one of the elves she could remember. after a time, he simply vowed to never return to the land, for he had what was left of the village stashed in his corner of the cave. Saleaan, though he did not know it, had become a druid. Able to cast spells and change form at will, his closest friend Grontal, Agdoththa’s youngest cub was in effect his companion. having been raised by wolves he had wisdom at the age of one hundred seven ( barely an adult by elven standards) that some druids work hundreds of years to attain. Though he had NO knowledge of what lay beyond the trees of his forest home. Or of what lay ahead…

Saleaan

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