Twilight's Call
Biography
The Loss of Chantara Grove
The Chantara Grove was once a delightful place, full of life, and populated by elves of the fey realms. Beautiful structures surrounded by forest, and shoreline had all sorts of fruiting trees.
One day, Twilight's Call woke up to his family rushing about in a panic, seeking to escape. A crawling darkness was coming towards his house. He watched as it took tree after tree in the forest, and then the fence in the front yard. The inexorable darkness was coming...and his father took him from his bed, and ran out the door. The darkness kept coming.
As they ran towards the shore, his father, Night's Call, broke free of the forest, and onto the sands of the shore. Scanning for a boat, he saw one sorely overladen boat with people struggling to unbeach it.
But what he also saw, was a rip in the fabric of reality. On the other side of it, an austere temple area, with a cleric dressed in white and red. Wearing a mask, the cleric looked through the portal at Night's Call, and beckoned him forward. As the shadows claimed the last of the trees behind him, Night's Call rushed forward. He felt a pain in his arm, and Twilight's Call was thrown forward through the portal.
The last thing that Twilight's Call saw of the Chantara Grove, was his father being pulled by tendrils of shadow, screaming into the darkness. And the portal snapped shut.
Rumor has it, that Twilight's Call has a birth right of the Chantara Grove. Currently hunted by those shadows that sub-planted his family from the Grove.
Life in the Fey Realms
In the Fey Realm where the sun kisses the horizon, Twilight's Call emerges—a master archer blessed with the gift of arcane abilities. His arrows, imbued with shimmering magic, dance through the air, guided by his unwavering focus and the whispers of Chantara Grove.
As the Heir of Chantara Grove, he walks a delicate line between the mundane and the mystical, serving the enigmatic deity Imkael with a fervent wish: to return to the sacred lands he once called home alongside his beloved wife. Yet, as he navigates this treacherous path, shadows loom ominously, echoing the warnings of a foreboding agent. The air itself seems thick with the weight of unseen eyes, remnants of those who have usurped his homeland, lurking in the corners of his journey.
Twilight’s Call understands the necessity of caution; each step he takes is fraught with peril, for every whisper of the wind carries the potential to draw unwanted attention. As he aims his bow at the encroaching darkness, he holds fast to his resolve, determined to reclaim Chantara Grove, even as the shadows threaten to consume the light of hope that flickers within his heart.
Originally from the Chantara Grove in the Fey Realms. Twilight’s Call remembers the devastation of his home by Rafinas and the followers of Mosaba. He has fond memories of the Chantara Grove from whence he has come, a place that has been overrun by living shadows. The Aridni aided by Rafinas was the specimen of fairy that invaded the Chantara Grove that is now cast in shadows from the fey realms into the material plane. Thallia Neverwhirl set herself up as the one who is in charge, as queen of those shadows at Chantara Grove....currently.
Twilight's Call spent much of his life after the attack on the Grove in the Church of Imkael in the city of Aschellion. As a ward of the church, he attended his duties, studied, and finally attended the College of Swords. Anything that would allow him to reclaim his Grove.
Transition to the life of an Adventurer
Shadar-kai are the elves of the Shadow Lands, originally drawn to that dread realm by Imkael. Over the centuries, some of them have continued to serve her, while others have ventured into the Material Plane to forge their own destinies. Twilight's Call is currently in Imkael's service with the hope to someday return to his ancestorial home of Chantara Grove in the Fey Realm.
He is (Not fighter, not rogue, not bard) an archer that has arcane abilities in service to Imkael to achieve their wishes that allows him and his wife to return to Chantara Grove. Twilight’s call is a demonstrated animal handler able to ride Dinosaurs into battle. He is known as the Heir of Chantara Grove (title has not been disclosed).
Not much is known about Twilight's Call in his service to Imkael between is completion of the College of Swords and arrival to Nousha.
After arriving to Nousha in the land of Toivoa, Twilight and his wife Covett headed to Longstrider's Consortium. In search of adventure, coin, or the chance to make a difference in the world, they sought and received an assignment from the Longstrider's Consortium to attempt a rescue mission for an ill fated group sent to disrupt a grung gang that had taken up residence in the sewers. That mission proved disastrous: Slavius and Goro were killed, and Islaryn was rendered unconscious and taken captive. Twilight, Covett, and several others set up to finish what the first group failed to accomplish.
Characteristics
Physical Description
Twilight's Call stands at 6 foot, 2 inches tall and weights 165 lbs. He has dark brown hair and off to the side. His ashen-tan skin-tone from spending most of his life in service to Imkael. He appears more youthful while on other planes, but their skin always retains a deathly ashen hue. When in the Shadow Lands, they detest mirrors and avoid keeping things that remind them of their age. Twilight's Call's eyes are green and swirl with iridescent colors. This trait is usually the only spark of hope especially around Covett von Synn. Twilight dresses in a dark color palate typically consisting of blacks, browns, and dark green. His muted clothing choices are enhanced by opulent, magical accessories like bangles, rings, baubles, a single earring in his left ear.
Personality
His hobbies include playing music, telling jokes, as well as supporting Covett. Enjoys always changing his mind, as changeability is good. Must always live by an every-changing set of rules. However, is fiercely loyal to his wife.
The battle make a man a hero... Death makes the hero a legend... Time makes the legend a myth... and that myth inspire a man.
Magic / Divinity
In the gloom of the Shadow Lands live Shadar-kai, elves whose ancestors served the Imkael, a god of death and memory. Imkael's domain is death itself. They abhor undeath as unnatural, heretical, and necromancers as blasphemous. That said, Imkael does keep a limited number of Revenants, which are living embodiments of once-dead souls. These Revenants are fully alive, and infused with divine power of Imkael. Rather than necrotic devastation, they employ the power of both shadows and light to fulfill their master's goals.
Bonds and Attachments
Married to Covett von Synn and is rumored to have joined up with the group "Us against the God's."
Twilight serves as the Envoy, herald, hand and agent of Imkael. The physical manifestation of the swift, decisive, and complete execution of their will. His service is not of religious conviction or worship of a deity. More of an obligation of his race as shadar-kai and a means to an end to achieve the freedom of Chantara Grove. He sees ALL of this as a means to an end with the understanding that the end justifies the means. There is a difference in what he is able to do, what he wants to do, and what he should do.
Currently a member of the Longstrider's Consortium.
The Legend of Twilight's call
In a realm of enchantment, Toivoa, bold and true, Lived a bard named Twilight, whose fame grew. With brown hair and a pan flute in his hand, His melodies echoed across the land.
One day he ventured, drawn by Imkael's call, To the ancient forest, a grove tall. There he found a bow, ancient and rare, Magical and potent, beyond compare.
With the bow's power coursing through his veins, Twilight became an archer, breaking chains. His arrows flew true, with precision and grace, A symphony of shots, an awe-inspiring chase.
Word spread like wildfire of Twilight's might, His bardic talents blending with archery's light. From distant realms, people flocked to see, The bard-archer, a marvel to decree.
But darkness loomed, a malevolent plight, The SoulCapture sought to swallow souls in fright. Twilight knew his fate, the danger it posed, To stand against darkness, with allies composed.
With companions steadfast, their courage ablaze, They set off on a quest, in shadow's maze. Through forests deep and mountains tall, They battled the darkness, standing all.
Arrows of brilliance pierced the black night, Banishing shadows, bringing forth the light. Harmony of music and archery's might, Twilight and his companions fought the fight.
In a clash of wills, the final war was waged, Twilight faced the SoulCapture, undismayed. Arrows flew like stars, each finding its mark, Defeating darkness, igniting hope's spark.
With the realm saved, the SoulCapture foiled, Twilight returned to his roots, joyful and coiled. His legend grew, sung in bards' grand choir, Of the bard-archer who quelled darkness' ire.
So remember the tale of Twilight's might, A bard turned archer, a beacon of light. Through music and arrows, he conquered the strife, A hero who brought hope to a world once rife.
In Service to Imkael
In the depths where shadows dwell, Whispers of forever start to swell, Led by an unseen guiding hand, Resonating echoes, a timeless command.
Through the void of endless night, A voice whispers, taking flight, A messenger of fate's grand design, In echoing eternity, our fate aligns.
Imkael's gaze cuts through the veil, In Twilight's Call, all must prevail, The grasp of death in every breath, Echoing eternity leads us to our rest.
The heartbeat of time never slows, Following the echoes' prose, For in the final reckoning, we shall see, The eternal waltz of destiny.
In darkened shadows and icy whispers, Twilight's Call, an ancient scripture, Of Imkael and his sovereign hand, In echoing eternity, we comprehend.
In shadows dark and whispers chill, Twilight's Call, the prophecy fulfill, The hand that steers the silent night, A messenger of celestial might.
Through hidden realms and forsaken hearts, Beyond the grasp of light departs, Harbinger of destiny's dance, Embracing the final chance.
Imkael's resolve, swift and pure, In Twilight's Call, all must endure, The Whisper of eternity, In death's embrace, we find serenity.
The swift, the sure, the iron will, In Twilight's Call, all shall be still, For Death's grasp ever near, Whisper of eternity we hear.
In shadows deep and whispers cold, Twilight's Call, the saga unfold, Of Imkael, Master of the Reaper's claim, In the Whisper of eternity, we proclaim.
Into the Sewers
Sit by the fire, and hear the tale, Of Twilight and his companions, brave and hale. In Toivoa's land, they journeyed afar, And arrived in Nousha, where danger did spar.
A valiant paladin named Islaryn, Was captured by a sinister grung kin. With courage in their hearts, the companions set forth, Through the town's sewers, they traveled north.
They battled grung minions with sword and spell, And archery skills, they used them well. Wave after wave of attackers came, But they fought on, and remained the same.
Through dark and treacherous tunnels they went, Pushing forward, their spirits never bent. They found Islaryn, surrounded by the elite, And charged into the fray, with deadly heat.
Their foes fell to their accuracy, And in the end, they won the victory. Triumphant, they emerged from the sewers, Their heroism celebrated in tales and rumors.
So gather 'round, travelers, one and all, Hear of Twilight and his companions' call. Against minions of evil, they stood tall, And saved the day in the town of Nousha's hall.
Danger on the High Seas
Gather round, dear travelers, and hear the tale, Of Twilight the bard, whose courage did not fail, On a dark and stormy night, at sea he did sail, And faced monsters of the deep, with bow and arrow in hail.
The Amorazi's Revenge was his vessel that night, As the waves crashed hard, and the winds took flight, The sea creatures attacked, with all their might, But Twilight stood strong, ready to fight.
His companions fought bravely, but it was no use, Their weapons were useless against the sea creatures' abuse, That's when Twilight stepped forward, ready to refuse, To let them destroy the ship, he would not let them lose.
With his longbow in hand, he took aim with skill, He shot for their eyes, and with every arrow, he did thrill, The creatures retreated, unable to kill, And the Amorazi's Revenge sailed on, free from their chill.
The sailors cheered, and the captain did praise, For they had never seen such archery in all their days, Twilight the bard, with his longbow and his pan flute plays, Continued to sail the seas, in search of adventure and glory in the bays.
"Oh we were attacked on the open seas. By a great big sand-dune elemental. He hungered for our ship and latched on with all it could. It had only one weakness..." He pauses for dramatic effect. "This great sand dune was no match for the greatest joke of all time." after a short pause. "What did the Boulder say to the Sand Dune...You are mighty Fine!"
The Search for the Changemaker
*Twilight addresses the tavern." "Ladies and gentlemen, I have a tale for you: Have you heard the tale of the Changemaker? It's a story of a quest to recover, A boat lost at sea, But it was meant to be, For the journey made the sailors braver."
"I have heard your cries for an Encore and I shall deliver!" he pauses for dramatic effect.
"Twilight the musician sailed the high seas, With his longbow and his tales to please, He sang of mermaids and pirates, And of sea monsters that caused riots.
One night while they were anchored in Endland Point Bay, A shadow octopus attacked, causing dismay, But Twilight was quick with his longbow, And shot arrows that made the beast slow.
The crew cheered, and the shadow octopus swam away, And Twilight's legend grew that day, For he was not just a musician, But a hero who saved them from the sea's dominion."
The Search for Bloodsword
Twilight looks with a sullen sight. "I do not take pleasure in this next tale." He pauses and then begins.
"Twilight's heart was heavy, his spirit bold, For his companion, Bloodsword, had been ensnared by a curse untold. A valiant warrior, loyal and true, Bloodsword's life was in danger, and Twilight knew.
Looking to form a fellowship of might, Mages, warriors, rogues, all shining bright. With skills and strengths combined as one, We prepare for the rescue, under the sun.
Once armed with knowledge and companions brave, Twilight would set forth, his companion to save. Through treacherous mountains and enchanted woods, They'd face all perils, united as they should.
So off they set, their hearts set aflame, To rescue their comrade, they'd conquer any claim. In the realm of Toivoa, their legend to be made, As they seek to rescue Bloodsword, unyielding and unswayed."
The Search for the Shards of the Baneful Ashwood Staff
Shattered Dreams
(Verse 1) Find the shards, beneath the moon's dark gaze
Lost in the night, through mist and haze
As the shadows whisper, haunting melodies
Chasing the fragments of shattered destinies
(Chorus) Shattered dreams, scattered like stars in the black
Searching for meaning, never looking back
Find the shards, piece by piece
In the depths of darkness, where nightmares cease
(Verse 2) Through the abyss, where echoes dwell
Hear the cries of the lost, trapped in a spell
In the realm of chaos, where truth lies cold
Gather the shards, let the mysteries unfold
(Bridge) Beneath the surface, where secrets hide
The truth awaits, in the shadows of pride
Embrace the darkness, let the whispers guide
Find the shards, let destiny collide
(Outro) Shattered dreams, in the silence of the night
Embrace the shadows, let your spirit take flight
Find the shards, in the depths of your soul
Unlock the mysteries, make the broken whole
Remove the Shadows from Chantara Grove
**Whispers in the Forest**
In the heart of Chantara Grove
Where the shadows twist and rove
There lies a place of ancient power
Where whispers of the past still flower
Remove the shadows, let the light shine through
Reveal the secrets that the darkness knew
In the silence of the night, we'll find our way
To the heart of Chantara, where the spirits play
Through the trees, the wind will sing
As we seek the truth that the shadows bring
Uncover the mysteries hidden deep
In the darkness, secrets we'll keep
Remove the shadows, let the light shine bright
Illuminate the darkness with purest light
In the stillness of the grove, we'll find our peace
And in the whispers, the ancient secrets release
Chantara Grove, where the shadows blend
With the light that we'll soon transcend
Remove the shadows, let the truth unfold
In the whispers of the forest, let our story be told.
The Story Continues
His fame spread throughout Toivoa, and bards sang his tale, Of how he fought with a bow and how his pan flute would never fail. And so Twilight lived on, a legend in his time, A bard from the Fae Realms and left his mark in rhyme
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