Eldigan
A cool Ignitia morning’s sky harbored a grand solar flare. The sky lit up as though the heavens began to split, rays of light splashed down upon the earth. And through the morning dew, gentle rainbows reflected and carried the light along its path. Shadow Torr’s eerie sky witnessed a new beginning.
Seeming as though a star fell from the sky, lay Eldigan in a meadow. She awoke in a half-daze and only could soak in the view around her. It smelled of flowers, and the pollen itched her nose. Laying in the thick bed of flowers, she could feel the sun too, it beamed against her pale skin and she could feel power lines on her face and body become warm. Her celestial markings became visible, first powered by the very event that birthed her soul. Eldigan’s back lay barren without wings, but it was very clear she was a Celestial.
Her first steps wobbled like a fawn’s as she wandered out of the field and into a tiny village tucked away in the forest. It was rather lively there, she noted. Flowers lined the dirt path that led further into the village, and cicadas sang their evening song. It was an odd place to exist in Shadow Torr. To be so decorated and colorful was near unsightly in this place. Eldigan was drawn to a small house that smelled strongly of incense. It had a sign hanging above the door she would later learn read “Apothecary.” She knocked before entering, and was greeted by a man with pointed ears. He wore a dusty apron and small, round glasses.
“Come in, a new selection has just been laid out,” he chimed, waving her in. “A new selection? Where are the flowers?” Eldigan glanced around wholly confused. It smelled like the meadows, but all that sat on shelves were amber bottles and pouches. “Oh well… of course they’re on racks drying,” he looked Eldigan in the face for the first time and his eyes widened, “A celestial? Here? No wonder you seemed so confused!” Eldigan wasn’t born with all the knowledge she’d later obtain. But she did know a few things. She knew she wanted to learn more about the mysterious liquids setting atop those shelves, that was for certain. So with that, she asked the man to teach her.
Apothecarist Atwater agreed and dove into the first lesson which was meeting the people he took care of. He guided her through the town, waving at nearby people and chatting with passerbys. There were a mix of people he spoke to, the elders, younglings and their mothers, and even pets that trotted along. Atwater truly had a special bond with the people of the village.
Time went on and lessons flowed. Mixing and balancing, sublimation, hyssops and motherwort– Eldigan absorbed alchemical knowledge at unusual speeds. Years of learning she compacted down into six full moons. “Eldigan,” Atwater began, “You are an innate healer and I believe it’s time for you to meet the Priestess of the village and her coven. I have taught you all I can, your hands aren’t meant for only tinctures. I saw them glow when you held the herbs.You are meant to go further.”
She gently clasped her hands together and smiled. There was that glow again, too. The Ivory Temple and Head Priestess Imryll welcomed Eldigan in with open arms. Imryll stood tall, with near floor length, blonde hair. She was fair skinned and had grey eyes, and a voice that was soft.
Priestess Imryll showed her around lovingly and gave her a room within the temple. It was a room with tall walls much like the rest of the temple and of course, ivory colored. The furnishings were simple, a wardrobe, a desk, and a bed. It was quite the upgrade.
“It is beginning to turn dusk,” the priestess sat down on the bed beside her, taking up Eldigan’s hands in her own, “Get some rest, and I’ll retrieve you in the morning, dear. I’ve got so much to teach you.” “Yes, ma’am!” The warm smile passed between the two filled Eldigan with so much excitement. She had only been alive six moons and had learned so much.
Morning came and the two began lessons. Imryll started slowly with books and verbal teachings about healing and its history. Then later she would progress to the physical lessons. The glow strengthened as time went on. Eldigan could heal things the tinctures could not within two full moons. Healing came so natural to her. Her celestial heritage became the blessing in her self proclaimed duty.
A year had passed and Eldigan had learned everything the village had to offer. She’d helped so many people, and her goal was set in mind. She would travel the lands and help the people of Dawnlands. She passed through towns and castle holds helping the people in need. Her heart was nothing more than full seeing the touch she left on the lands. While traveling, something interesting happened. A rift appeared in the weave. Not very far from the town. She recalled her learning with Priestess Imryll, the weave was the fabric around us. It was impossible to know how long this tear had been open, but Eldigan was intrigued to know what was going on.
She sat for days around the rift, making notes of every little thing the rift did. It opened up by an extra centimeter and over the days it swirled more than usual. Up until the third day, nothing much happened. But on that third day, a snowflake drifted out of it. Eldigan had never seen snow in person.
The wind chill off the portal told her it was going to be very cold wherever the rift was to take her. Pulling her cloak around her with one hand, she used the other to find a potion she’d crafted moons prior. It was a light red liquid that flickered when you shook it and just half of the bottle would keep you warm for twenty-four hours. Into the rift she went.
This wintery land was not unlike the places she saw in books. She began her journey through the cold, marking notes in her journal about the things she saw. Her favorite entry up to this point was about a large bird. It was pale blue in color and its tail trailed long behind it as it flew.
Finally something truly caught her eye. Setting inside a gathering of stones was a hammer. As she approached, runes on the rock appeared and she felt guided to the hammer. The hammer had what looked like an Ofuda attached to it, written in celestial it read “Chiedhat”. More than ever, the hammer felt like it was meant for Eldigan. She grasped the handle and began to lift it. “You came back for me!” Eldigan heard the strong voice echo in her mind, it felt familiar and like home. Eldigan fully lifted the hammer into the air– light as a feather. Chiedhat was hers.
A few more hours of travelling backwards by the faint footprints left in the snow yielded the same portal she first entered. She stepped back through it and sighed in relief. Her boots were planted in the same soil she came from. She made her way back to her village, in desperate need of telling someone what happened. Atwater gave a knowing look to the Priestess, “Eldigan, you should learn how to use that thing!” “I do agree, we have a wonderful weapons master who could teach you,” Imryll nodded. “I’m glad there is more to learn, then. I’ve really missed this place.”
Eldigan was taught to swing her hammer by a dwarven man who ran the village’s militia. The hammer was not learnt as easily as alchemy and healing was by far. It took a while to learn the basics, and then even longer for the bigger techniques. At times her learning became arduous, but she pushed through as she felt the energy flow off her hammer. During her training she was notified that another rift had opened near Shadow Torr, and that Armskirk was sending over a keen paladin and druid of Shiandria to do some research into it.
The portal had been open for several days, and Eldigan had been with it nearly every minute making notes of how the weave reacted until the researchers arrived. Ar’Calima and Tylana Crann greeted Eldigan kindly. “Here are my notes! Erm… don’t mind the smudges.” Eldigan said, handing the notes to the pair. As her hand brushed Tylana, she quite literally felt a spark and suddenly her scent flooded Eldigan’s senses. Home. This smell was familiar. The three quickly hit it off, and Eldigan would go on to be adopted into their family as their niece. She traveled with them and fought by their side. As more and more rifts opened, the trio (which eventually grew larger!) collected more notes, and a rift granted Eldigan her shield. The rift led into a hot, ashen place littered with bone and reeking of death. The sun insignia she dawns laid on the front of the shield, and in similar fashion to Chiedhat, an ofuda read “Archmond”. This too was meant for her, she thought as she retrieved it.
“Put me down, I’m sick of you!” the deep, gravely voice echoed in her head. Eldigan couldn’t help but smile. Archmond was meant to return to her again, and she knew that was to be the truth.
Between rift business, she helped them secure Armskirk, fight off the Lich Queen and dove into many more adventures with her found family and team.
Seeming as though a star fell from the sky, lay Eldigan in a meadow. She awoke in a half-daze and only could soak in the view around her. It smelled of flowers, and the pollen itched her nose. Laying in the thick bed of flowers, she could feel the sun too, it beamed against her pale skin and she could feel power lines on her face and body become warm. Her celestial markings became visible, first powered by the very event that birthed her soul. Eldigan’s back lay barren without wings, but it was very clear she was a Celestial.
Her first steps wobbled like a fawn’s as she wandered out of the field and into a tiny village tucked away in the forest. It was rather lively there, she noted. Flowers lined the dirt path that led further into the village, and cicadas sang their evening song. It was an odd place to exist in Shadow Torr. To be so decorated and colorful was near unsightly in this place. Eldigan was drawn to a small house that smelled strongly of incense. It had a sign hanging above the door she would later learn read “Apothecary.” She knocked before entering, and was greeted by a man with pointed ears. He wore a dusty apron and small, round glasses.
“Come in, a new selection has just been laid out,” he chimed, waving her in. “A new selection? Where are the flowers?” Eldigan glanced around wholly confused. It smelled like the meadows, but all that sat on shelves were amber bottles and pouches. “Oh well… of course they’re on racks drying,” he looked Eldigan in the face for the first time and his eyes widened, “A celestial? Here? No wonder you seemed so confused!” Eldigan wasn’t born with all the knowledge she’d later obtain. But she did know a few things. She knew she wanted to learn more about the mysterious liquids setting atop those shelves, that was for certain. So with that, she asked the man to teach her.
Apothecarist Atwater agreed and dove into the first lesson which was meeting the people he took care of. He guided her through the town, waving at nearby people and chatting with passerbys. There were a mix of people he spoke to, the elders, younglings and their mothers, and even pets that trotted along. Atwater truly had a special bond with the people of the village.
Time went on and lessons flowed. Mixing and balancing, sublimation, hyssops and motherwort– Eldigan absorbed alchemical knowledge at unusual speeds. Years of learning she compacted down into six full moons. “Eldigan,” Atwater began, “You are an innate healer and I believe it’s time for you to meet the Priestess of the village and her coven. I have taught you all I can, your hands aren’t meant for only tinctures. I saw them glow when you held the herbs.You are meant to go further.”
She gently clasped her hands together and smiled. There was that glow again, too. The Ivory Temple and Head Priestess Imryll welcomed Eldigan in with open arms. Imryll stood tall, with near floor length, blonde hair. She was fair skinned and had grey eyes, and a voice that was soft.
Priestess Imryll showed her around lovingly and gave her a room within the temple. It was a room with tall walls much like the rest of the temple and of course, ivory colored. The furnishings were simple, a wardrobe, a desk, and a bed. It was quite the upgrade.
“It is beginning to turn dusk,” the priestess sat down on the bed beside her, taking up Eldigan’s hands in her own, “Get some rest, and I’ll retrieve you in the morning, dear. I’ve got so much to teach you.” “Yes, ma’am!” The warm smile passed between the two filled Eldigan with so much excitement. She had only been alive six moons and had learned so much.
Morning came and the two began lessons. Imryll started slowly with books and verbal teachings about healing and its history. Then later she would progress to the physical lessons. The glow strengthened as time went on. Eldigan could heal things the tinctures could not within two full moons. Healing came so natural to her. Her celestial heritage became the blessing in her self proclaimed duty.
A year had passed and Eldigan had learned everything the village had to offer. She’d helped so many people, and her goal was set in mind. She would travel the lands and help the people of Dawnlands. She passed through towns and castle holds helping the people in need. Her heart was nothing more than full seeing the touch she left on the lands. While traveling, something interesting happened. A rift appeared in the weave. Not very far from the town. She recalled her learning with Priestess Imryll, the weave was the fabric around us. It was impossible to know how long this tear had been open, but Eldigan was intrigued to know what was going on.
She sat for days around the rift, making notes of every little thing the rift did. It opened up by an extra centimeter and over the days it swirled more than usual. Up until the third day, nothing much happened. But on that third day, a snowflake drifted out of it. Eldigan had never seen snow in person.
The wind chill off the portal told her it was going to be very cold wherever the rift was to take her. Pulling her cloak around her with one hand, she used the other to find a potion she’d crafted moons prior. It was a light red liquid that flickered when you shook it and just half of the bottle would keep you warm for twenty-four hours. Into the rift she went.
This wintery land was not unlike the places she saw in books. She began her journey through the cold, marking notes in her journal about the things she saw. Her favorite entry up to this point was about a large bird. It was pale blue in color and its tail trailed long behind it as it flew.
Finally something truly caught her eye. Setting inside a gathering of stones was a hammer. As she approached, runes on the rock appeared and she felt guided to the hammer. The hammer had what looked like an Ofuda attached to it, written in celestial it read “Chiedhat”. More than ever, the hammer felt like it was meant for Eldigan. She grasped the handle and began to lift it. “You came back for me!” Eldigan heard the strong voice echo in her mind, it felt familiar and like home. Eldigan fully lifted the hammer into the air– light as a feather. Chiedhat was hers.
A few more hours of travelling backwards by the faint footprints left in the snow yielded the same portal she first entered. She stepped back through it and sighed in relief. Her boots were planted in the same soil she came from. She made her way back to her village, in desperate need of telling someone what happened. Atwater gave a knowing look to the Priestess, “Eldigan, you should learn how to use that thing!” “I do agree, we have a wonderful weapons master who could teach you,” Imryll nodded. “I’m glad there is more to learn, then. I’ve really missed this place.”
Eldigan was taught to swing her hammer by a dwarven man who ran the village’s militia. The hammer was not learnt as easily as alchemy and healing was by far. It took a while to learn the basics, and then even longer for the bigger techniques. At times her learning became arduous, but she pushed through as she felt the energy flow off her hammer. During her training she was notified that another rift had opened near Shadow Torr, and that Armskirk was sending over a keen paladin and druid of Shiandria to do some research into it.
The portal had been open for several days, and Eldigan had been with it nearly every minute making notes of how the weave reacted until the researchers arrived. Ar’Calima and Tylana Crann greeted Eldigan kindly. “Here are my notes! Erm… don’t mind the smudges.” Eldigan said, handing the notes to the pair. As her hand brushed Tylana, she quite literally felt a spark and suddenly her scent flooded Eldigan’s senses. Home. This smell was familiar. The three quickly hit it off, and Eldigan would go on to be adopted into their family as their niece. She traveled with them and fought by their side. As more and more rifts opened, the trio (which eventually grew larger!) collected more notes, and a rift granted Eldigan her shield. The rift led into a hot, ashen place littered with bone and reeking of death. The sun insignia she dawns laid on the front of the shield, and in similar fashion to Chiedhat, an ofuda read “Archmond”. This too was meant for her, she thought as she retrieved it.
“Put me down, I’m sick of you!” the deep, gravely voice echoed in her head. Eldigan couldn’t help but smile. Archmond was meant to return to her again, and she knew that was to be the truth.
Between rift business, she helped them secure Armskirk, fight off the Lich Queen and dove into many more adventures with her found family and team.
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Eldigan was born on the day a great evil was banished from the lands, under an auspicious sign that caused a halo surrounded sunburst in the sky in Gray Home. Eldigan is a celestialborn who was trained and raised as a Battle Cleric. She is a maiden of holy light and heavy hammer. She fears no darkness or demonic entities.
Eldigan has recently been active in Armskirk and Skrattafell where she wounded Thorgrim the Fallen Paladin sore and made him retreat, and fought against the hordes of plague zombie assaulting the lands.
Eldigan is a founding member of The Grove of Yggdrasil.
Eldigan has recently been active in Armskirk and Skrattafell where she wounded Thorgrim the Fallen Paladin sore and made him retreat, and fought against the hordes of plague zombie assaulting the lands.
Eldigan is a founding member of The Grove of Yggdrasil.
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Soft of heart and heavy of hammer
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The Grove of Yggdrasil
Alignment
Neutral Good
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