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Rakath-El
Character Concept: A former windrider, who lost his mount in a battle with a dracolich and found his new life among the knights of Solamnia he aided in that battle.
Lineage, Background, Subclass/Class: Silvanesti (reskined Shadar-Kai) Knight of Solamnia Samurai Fighter.
Description: Rakath seems a bit gruff and unwelcoming for a silvanesti, with his inborn arrogance melded with a ster gaze and forlorn demeanor. His smile is a rare treat and more often than not akin to a sardonic grin than an a sign for inner happiness. Yet, his manners are unfailingly courteous and polite, fast to make amends for the first impression of him.
Towards his inner circle of friends and allies, his arrogance take more bearable shape, thurning into brotherly concern and guidance, with his sharp tongue remaining primed for the shortcommings of strangers and enemies alike. Desptie all this, he can be rather immature at times, owning it to his actual age for the silvanesti standards, but he will be the last one to admit that.
He carries himself with the elegance and immortal grace of his kin, each of his steps like a part of subtle yet determined dance of a predator ready to pounce.
Rakath's traveling attire consist of a flexible armor of laquered leather with silk-covered gambeson protecting the vulnerable joints. Although it is more seeming and less substance, the armor looks almost as impressive as real plate while providing a great deal of freedom without taxing the endurance of the wearer. A red silken scraft, pinned with a blue phoenix brooch, finishes the aestetics of his clothing with the only thing that is obviously built for function rather than show being his sturdy pair of traveling boots.
Your Character’s Plothook: Rakath arives in Kalaman on an errand from his order to investigate the rumors of "large mansized bats" that darken the night sky in the outskirts of the city and can very well be actual draconians or just the ramblings of a drunken serf.
Past is Prologue: After his comming of an age, Rakath found his place in the world as one of the famous Silvanesti Windriders. His wing watched over the remaining Silvanesti enclaves and especially a small Silvanesti camp, located on the outscirts of the Darken Woods, north of the White-Rage river. In their efforts to fend the fledgling Silvanesti settlement from the undead infesting the woods, the windriders uncovered the source of the undead plague in the form of a dracolich. Upon the arrival of the windriders, the vile monstrosity was amidst its battle with a cadre of Solamnic knights, led by a knight warden. The windriders lost no fight before joining the fight against the necrotic abomination, but their might was found lacking. Rakath was the last of his kin to fall, as the life-force of his griffin Quinhellion was disperesed from beneath him in the waves of the dracolich's necrotic breath.
Rakath was the sole survivor from the wing of windriders, as the lifeless body of his mount got tangled in the canopy and softened his fall while the solamnic knights with grave at grave cost managed to wound and chase off the undead menace. The knights tended to Rakath's wounds, but despite the greath lengths that their white robe went in effort to purge the undead taint from his body, the elf was forever scared by his tangle with such potent necrotic energies. On their life back to their castle, the remains of the solamnic expeditionary force passed through the Silvanesti village in hope to find shelter and bring back the wounded elf, but to Rakath's despair they found the whole village brought to ruin by the vengeful dracolich.
With little left to tether them to his own kind and with no Silvanesti population in sight, Rakath found his new life among the Solamnic knight and eventually managed to rise through their ranks.
Truths, Rumors, and Lies:
- Rakath's familiar Quinth carries the soul of his deceased griffin mount (true).
- He was sent on an errand to keep him away from castle Di Hojan and end the castellan's daughter infatuation with him (rumor).
- A drunken squire was saw a single marble horn, protruding from Rakath's forehead. Each time Solinari is full, its light betrays Rakath's true self as one of the Irda - the tyrannical Ogres of old, that ruled over humans in the Age of Dreams (lie).
At least the following three:
- Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0J2QdDbelmY
- Loyalties: Rakath's loyalties lie with the scattered descendants of the Silvanesti nation first and with the knights of Solamnia second. Thankfully so far he has never been in a possition to choose between the two. Othat than that - he is always eager and willing to help people in need, although he can be a bit harsh towards those he considers at fault for contributing to their own peril.
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Connections: Kelida Stonesinger is a half-dwarven smith with a workshop nested on the twisting streets between the guard barracks and
the city open-air market. Despite his inborn disdain for all craft of non-elven make, Rakath is honestly impressed by Kelida's pragmatic design for icendiary arrowhead that can be primed simply by dipping them in pine resin before ingnition, rather than much more convoluted preparations employed by the Silvanesti. They know eachother from before Kelida's arrival in Kalaman, when she was a village blacksmith in the much less hospitable region of Nighthund.
the city open-air market. Despite his inborn disdain for all craft of non-elven make, Rakath is honestly impressed by Kelida's pragmatic design for icendiary arrowhead that can be primed simply by dipping them in pine resin before ingnition, rather than much more convoluted preparations employed by the Silvanesti. They know eachother from before Kelida's arrival in Kalaman, when she was a village blacksmith in the much less hospitable region of Nighthund.