The morning sun rose over the gallow hill and beamed far into the furtherest
reaches of the Orcish Mountains. A sacred glade withstood the horde minions
at Greginsham based solely on location and a magical barrier that surrounded
it. Ancient stone pillars stood in a circle in the middle, inscribed around
each pillar were archaic runes that held wisdom and insight. Khalesras was a
scholar of magic and philosophy under the elder dryad's tutelage. Many fey
related creatures called this mythical place home, and refugees that survive
the ongoing conflict at Greginsham often find their second chance. The dryad
was a grandmother meanderer who often got labeled as a misfit or vagabond by
the common folk. A burning campfire sent green flames abroad and beyond the
large cauldron and into the stone pillars, this was a concentrated ritual by
Hiljrix herself, the tutor of Khalesras. Rare ingredients were required for
the green flames, and then they siphoned into the stones to create a magical
barrier that enveloped the village in secrecy. Over the following years the
townsfolk and forest ancients helped build a stronghold for the light.
Description:
A mystifying grandeur of light green petals swirl around the body of this woodland creature. The burning glow of her left eye escapes the mask of oak that covers her face, leaving traces of green that magically dissolve into the air. Her right eye appears hollow from the mask, nothing but a void of darkness leaking out. Most of her form resembles Elven genetics, especially the brown ears. Expressions show through her mask, indicating that the oak is in fact the protective layer of her skin. Emerging from the top of her head are fourteen antlers with a few leaves and some moss.
The oak armor continues down, covering most of her hourglass form. At the throat the armor comes down from the neck and serves as a gorget with wooden spikes that go out and up like a flower in bloom. The bases of the wooden spikes in the front meet perfectly at her voice box, where the ends of these spikes travel horizontally across her sleek oaken pauldrons. Her breasts are covered by two oaken leaves. The rest of her stomach is bare green until the waistline, where the oak envelopes her shapely legs. She has two large hooves that are verdant and have short wooden spikes behind.
A hairline or bright green mark runs vertically over each eye like slashes. Her lips have fused with the oak to create a symmetrical pout. Her hands are oak with three long digits and a thumb on each, and the oaken armor has a resemblance to elbow length gloves. Her earthen facade is beautiful and portrays the visual of an ancient tree, although, she still keeps a lithe form even with the outer skin. An aroma of wild flowers seems to pour from her in strong fragrances. The sound of a constant breeze emits near her.
I generally like to bash people but I'm serious when I say you need to give yourself more credit. In Lenne's GY post you said you were no good with an Illusionist. I really think the jury was still out on that one. As a lvl 50 I bet you would've rocked it. Good job and good luck with the next toon.
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