Kaseira Kinthala

Name: Kaseira Kinthala
Alias/Title(s): Wandering Playwright, The Green Bardess
Location: Far away from the angry mob
Birthplace: The High Forest
Age: 212
Race: Wood Elf
Gender: Female
Deity: Oghma
Alignment: CN

'The Childhood'

To those unwelcome strangers whom sometimes wander too close, the High Forest can be a dangerous, dark place, its mysteries hidden to those not familiar with the many intricacies of some place so ancient. Monuments or ruins ages-old, brimming with archaic magic, deadly guardians, and long forgotten treasures surrounded the Forest, and it would be no small task for any experienced band of adventurers to explore. Which is precisely why places such as the Star Mounts, with its rumored dragons, or the Dire Woods, with its tales of massacres and undead, didn't see visitors too often. Those that did come typically met a terrible fate, finding their stay to be quite less than temporary, as the case may be. Conversational tea with a mix of friendly, welcoming hospitality was not something in abundance here, nor was the friendly atmosphere, if it even existed at all.

Growing up in such a place was no daunting task for Kaseira, however. It was bred into her blood as a wood elf. She grew up to the parents of the Kinthala bloodline, one of questionable purity as it was often rumored that there were perhaps human or fae influences in it, long, long ago, but to the accuracy of such statements one could only guess. This was, however, a plausible way to describe the family 'curse,' as it may be, something that struck every few generations. Called the 'Itch', affectionately deemed by those of the other elves, a Kinthala would inherit the unrelenting urge to explore and make their way unto the world, perhaps one day returning after lasting mark has been left. The High Forest was self-sufficient, after all, and to leave the seclusion of its embrace was something few Wood Elves ever deigned.

The girl grew up fast, as would be expected amongst such a place. A carefree state of mind, or a blissful ignorance; both have been descriptions of those naive in the ways of the world. Only an adolescent yet, one might say her naivety wandered far into the forest and was never seen or heard from again, lost forever to the ever-enveloping foliage and its twisting branches. Truely, with the lurking presence of the demon-elves of Hellgate from the North, and the orcs and goblins and all manner of things scattered in between, how could such an innocent ideal be expected to stay with her for more than a scant few decades? It was with her for only as long as she was old enough to become aware of the world she was brought into, and then it flitted away. And with its death came the ability to survive. Such is life of the elves in the High Forest, always moving, always vying for control of the land, ever in their seeking to re-establish the Kingdom.

But all shadows in the Forest are not without their redeeming rays of sunlight to give chase temporarily. Life was harsh, but not dissatisfactory; unforgiving, but not unfulfilling. The elves had their community, and like the branches that were tightly woven, so were they. Much time Kaseira spent with others, and the elder elves treated her as they would their own. It is how such societies operate, only serving to strengthen the bonds of such a graceful people. It is their lifesblood. Kaseira was taught in the way of the sword from blademasters, the way of the lore from loremasters, and the way of the Life from her parents.

'The Wandering'

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