Character Creation/Leveling

Name: Nàdair Ràithean (scottish gaelic for Nature Seasons according to google :p)
Race: Eladrin Elf
Background: Courtier of, you know, the court of trees
Class: Glamour Bard
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral just as a fey
Skills: Deception, Insight, Intimidation, Perception, Performance, Persuasion.
Languages: Common, Elvish, Sylvan and Seasonal Primordial
Eye color: Pale silver
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Nàdair is an adolescent elf with about a century of live. She lives in a secluded elven community in the Mosstop forest and she often stays in Bromwich to meet with the locals, hear the gossip and news and perform both new and old acts. She is known for her tales, how her words mix with the sounds of her lute. She often changes her appearance but, as everyone knows, elves are magical, so most people assume this to be trick and a performance.

Instrument: A lute made of some special wood
Embarrassment: The time her new dance routine, "The snow flake", was misinterpreted as the mating ritual of polar bears.
Muse: Nature, go figure...
Performances: Musical story-telling with lute.

Spring is the season of cheerfulness and celebration, marked by merriment as winter's sorrow passes (joy)
Hair color: Vivid green
Skin color: Pale soil brown
Personality Trait: You approach everything with enthusiasm, even the most mundane chores
Flaw: A pretty face infatuates you in an instant, but your fancy passes with equal speed
Elemental dialect: Terran
Spells: spring is a time of dreams (illusion) and transformation (transmutation)
cantrips: Minor Illusion, Prestidigitation
1st: Disguise Self, Illusory Script, Silent Image, Feather Fall, Longstrider
2nd: Silence

Summer is the season of boldness and aggression. a time of unfettered energy (fury)
Hair color: Golden blond
Skin color: Fair as high elf (yellowish)
Personality Trait: You maintain an intimidating front. It's better to prevent fights with a show of force than to harm others.
Flaw: You are stubborn. Let others change.
Elemental dialect: Ignan
spells: summer is a time of heat (evocation) and stagnation (abjuration)
cantrips: Thunderclap, Dancing Lights, Blade Ward
1st: Cure Wounds, Earth Tremor, Faerie Fire, Healing Word, Thunderwave
2nd: Shatter

Autumn is the season of peace and goodwill, when summer's harvest is shared with all (contentment)
Hair color: Dark red
Skin color: Tanned darker brown
Trait: If someone is in need, you never withhold aid.
Flaw: Everyone is your friend, or a potential friend.
Elemental dialect: Auran
Spells: autumn is a time of unity (enchantment) and community (conjuration)
cantrips: Mage Hand, Vicious Mockery
1st: Unseen Servant, Hideous Laughter, Dissonant Whispers, Bane, Sleep
2nd: Suggestion

Winter is the season of contemplation and dolor, when the vibrant energy of the world slumbers (sorrow)
Hair color: Light blue
Skin color: Pale (whitish)
Personality Trait: You preserve what you have. Better to be hungry today and have food for tomorrow
Flaw: Nothing matters to you, and you allow others to guide your actions
Elemental dialect: Aquan
Spells: winter is a time of dead (necromancy) and guidance (divinity)
cantrips: True Strike
1st: Comprehend Languages, Detect Magic, Identify, Speak with Animals
2nd: Blindness/Deafness

This tale is told in a theatrical manner with a lot of dancing and sylvan singing at the end.

Is it said that in the begging there was nothing, simply an ever-expanding and infinite arcane void. With time, this primal arcane void started to crystallize, creating the primal matter from where Ilyra, the progenitor of the world, was born. For countless ages Ilyra traveled this void, growing and learning about the primal arcane energies and the primal matter. She brought order to the arcane energies, organizing it as a ordered lines of magic as part of a worldwide mesh of energies we know call the Weave. It is because Ilyra created the Weave, the we can use magic, as the primal energies are too wild for a mortal to control. As Ilyra ordered the Weave, the primal matter also changed and organized into the fundamental elements of water and earth, the weave energies heated generating fire and the void became the filled with air.

After Ilyra was finished bringing order to the primal void, she burst with joy at the finished product of her work and celebrated by dancing and singing.
The world was created while Ilyra's preformed the most elegant and beautiful dance, known as the world dance. With her gracious movements, Ilyra enclosed all the elements withing a pocket of air creating the skies, compressed the earth creating the land and mountains, and dropped the water on the mountains, where it dripped creating the oceans. Lastly, she contained the fire in the sun to keep it from burning the newly created world, while bringing light to it. But this world was bare and empty. Ilyra's song was an enthralling melody made of ever-changing tones and containing the words of creation. In this way, all things were spoken into existence, the trees and the birds, the cycles of nature, life and dead. And this is how Ilyra completed all the Creation.

Now, I'm sure you have all wonder how lonely Ilyra must have felt all this time... If can let you in a secret, there are those you belive that Ilyra may have not been alone...

This tale is told with a lute melody

Long before the first stone of Bromwich was laid, a strange event thought to have its origin on a surge of arcane energies from what it today known as Woolsy's Tower, broke the veil between this world and a world of wonder, beauty and magic, intertwining them. However, this was not the only world that merged with ours. Our world was ravaged by plagues and the dead walked the earth destroying all that lived. This scourge started to creep into that magical world that we call the feywild, the world of the fey. The fey rallied in the fought to protect their world and all that lived from the spreading dead and desolation. The fight lasted for a long time with the fey making slow, but steady progress against the dead plagues as the arcane energies dissipated, allowing the world veil to regenerate. Many fey passed onto this world to keep the plague away from theirs, but once the world veil was strong again and the scourge was finally defeated, they could not return to their world. Locked in this world, these fey decided to nurture the nature that was recovering from the ashes of the war. These were the magical faeries created the Mosstop forest and that is why it is a magical and sacred place. Rumors have it that the veil never fully recovered and that these worlds still touch on specific days. This is why we do special prayers for the day of the dead and the night of the living.

This tale is a theatrical performance enhanced by some illusions and transmutation magic cast throughout.

You may have heard that the elves are magical beings nature, some may even have called them faeries. In the beginning, not all creatures had heard about Ilyra. The first faeries were the magical spirits of the trees and the rivers, the wind and the earth. They walked the world, learning about it and its nature. Some of these faeries learned that there all good and bad has the same cause, that all was embodied in a single entity and so they found Ilyra. Those faeries that followed the goddess were blessed with her grace and divine light. The mixture of the arcane faery magic with the divine force of Ilyra changed the faithful into the form of the primal elven spirits. Elves, at this point were shape-shifting spirits with an inherent connection to the Weave and a divine connection to Ilyra. As the story goes, Ilyra grew unsatisfied with being associated with everything directly. These elven spirits looking for her guidance, became so dependent, that their originally symbiosis became a parasitic relationship, quickly draining her magic. As such, Ilyra crafted Masks to wear at different times, infusing each Mask with an aspect of her powers, so the elves would not tap into her core essence. Over time, people throughout the world have codified the belief around the Masks that Ilyra wears in different situations, to the point that some originally viewed these Masks as different deities and not aspect of the same being. This was true for the naïve elves who, seeing Ilyra's Masks, split their faith and sealed their shape in associating to each aspect of Ilyra by excluding all other divine aspects. And this is how the elves came to be so varied in form and spirit.

The High Elves share the essence of Haephin, the Righteous, the radiant mask.
The Wood Elves share the essence of Vaelin, the Green, the wood mask.
The Sea Elves share the essence of Quae'sa'rek, the Thunderer, the mask storm mask
The Dark Elves share the essence of Falstahn, the Firm, the stone mask.

Since other Masks of Ilyra are known, there are rumors that other types of elves no one ever met may exists, such as the nightmarish Shadar-Kai in the old horror stories, who carry the essence of Faesarin, the Dark.

This tale is told with a lute melody, with splashes of evocation magic at the mention of each elements.

It is said that everyone is born with some connection to the core elements of nature. Are some of us more sociable, more reckless or more patients than other? That is because we all have different attunement to the elements. Some legends of old even speak about the Genasi, people so attuned to an element that they are almost made of that one single essence. However, it is said that among the elves, a there is a special, more subtle attunement. It is said that some elves form a connection to these core elements through the seasons and cycles of nature. Very few people can say they met one, as these Eladrin, as they are known among the elven people, are rare and few. Within their communities, they are seen as divine signs sent by Ilyra to restore a lost balance to nature. In times of long lasting drought and burning sun, Eladrins with a stronger connection to the winter are known to be born, and use his blessing to restore the natural cycle and stop the endless summer.

Remember that keeping the natural balance is important, for without it, we cannot survive, so next time you see an elf, you may want to check if he is one of these Eladrins, because then you'd know that Ilyra is watching over us and will protect us.

This tale is told with a lute melody

As you all know, I grew up in the depths of the Mosstop forest, and I can tell you that it is indeed a magical place, full of wonder and beauty. It is said that deep within the forest lies a hidden sacred place, a vestiges of the divine magic of Ilyra. In this place, ancient powers lay dormant and old spirits stand guard to protect it from those who would taint it. However, these spirits are invisible to us, even to the druids of the forest who tend the sacrad grove. Now, there is a story, it happened not long ago, about a boy, maybe you've met him, maybe not, who got lost in the forest and could not return home. The forest is a dangerous place to be lost, its magic and beats already lead to many tragedies. However, this boy found himself next to a large and old tree, where he sat to take a breath and rest for a little while. Truth is, he was so tired, he feel asleep. But his dreams that day were like no other. He dreamed of this beautiful woman that came out of the tree, her touch rough as the bark of the tree itself, but simultaneously calming and comforting. She showed him the trees and the rivers, the sky and the earth and taught him about nature. When finished, she returned to the old tree and this boy, he tried to follow her but, in that moment, all this peacefulness was violently disturbed. As it was, the boy as being forcefully woken up from his dream by the man who found him sleeping, laying just outside of Bromwich's entrance.

It was a pleasant dream for sure, but as far as the boy was concerned, it was more than that...