Jaerith

Jaerith (XIV)
Created	August 07 2003
Status	Active
Race	Elf
Classes	Ranger Cleric
Followed	Vorax Majere Wylin
Parents	Unknown

Mud Contributions:

LOTS of notes:

09-07-2001 [ 23] Jaerith: Good / Evil / I'm the guy with the Gun.
09-07-2001 [ 26] Jaerith: Valm lil Veldrin
09-19-2001 [340] Jaerith: new skill
09-22-2001 [ 14] Jaerith: Mobmastery
09-28-2001 [ 23] Jaerith: Re: Ravaged
09-17-2001 [324] Jaerith: absorb
09-17-2001 [325] Jaerith: Re: Tyreth: LD Trigger
09-13-2001 [ 14] Jaerith: Entrance into the Shadows
08-08-2001 [ 17] Jaerith: re: Bergal: Sunray
08-16-2001 [264] Jaerith: Anonymous
08-16-2001 [272] Jaerith: Tynian's Query
08-16-2001 [275] Jaerith: RE: dmg on sub 20
08-16-2001 [277] Jaerith: Random Weapons
11-08-2001 [ 20] Jaerith: RE: Legolas: Immortal Options
12-12-2001 [248] Jaerith: New Social: Shift
11-05-2001 [ 22] Jaerith: The Shadows
10-24-2001 [ 14] Jaerith: Current Happenings
10-01-2001 [ 25] Jaerith: Re: Donskoi: The Idea Board
10-01-2001 [ 26] Jaerith: RE: Gizamaluke: RE: Lexie
10-01-2001 [ 30] Jaerith: RE..etc..etc.
07-13-2002 [198] Jaerith: flee lag
11-18-2003 [ 23] Jaerith: RE: Illegal Names
01-24-2003 [ 20] Jaerith: Howdy, folks. It's Election time again!
01-28-2003 [ 18] Jaerith: RE: Fisrad: weaken
02-03-2003 [ 18] Jaerith: RE: Anduin: web-sites
08-07-2003 [171] Jaerith: New social

Current Description:

(By Cordir, written circa 2005 ish):
A quick, almost furtive movement to the west catches your eye.
Moving quietly - not, perhaps, with the grace of a professional
thief, but of one who has had to fight, scrap, and run to survive
on unforgiving streets - the figure of a slender young man comes
into view. His dusky, nearly ebon skin and slightly pointed ears
reveal a mixed heritage of Drow and human. A touseled tangle of
oily, thick, black hair falls around his almost hawk-like, tanned
face, allowing only quick glimpses of his unusual eyes. They are
mismatched - one, a deep sea blue, the other the brown of rich
earth - and shaped like almonds. A study in wary alertness, he
looks you over quickly to see what type of possible threat you
might pose. His hands flicker near his weapons, ready to act
should the situation turn to aggression, and upon his forehead, a
glowing, coal-red rune flares, as if in response to his heightened
awareness and preparedness for battle. Garbed in tanned leathers
and furs of a variety of woodland creatures, he looks almost out
of sorts: a city child forced to grow up in the woods, feeling
somewhat lost in either world, but making his way as best he can.

WHO Lists: Prior

 08/04/2001 Hum [    Sh:13 Ra: 9    ] Jaerith, Wanre Elg'selvatar d'lil Veldrin
 09/04/2001 Hum [    Sh:18 Ra:15    ] Jaerith Ilythiiri, Jabbuk Elg'selvatar d'lil Veldrin
 09/11/2001 Hum [    Sh:20 Ra:15    ] Jaerith Ilythiiri, Jabbuk Noamuth d'lil Veldrin
 10/11/2001 Hum [    Ra:15 Sh:22    ] Jaerith Ilythiiri, Jabbuk Noamuth d'lil Veldrin[Evil]
 11/10/2001 Hum [    Sh:23 Ra:16    ] Jaerith Ilythiiri, Malla Noamuth d'lil Veldrin
 12/21/2001 Hum [    Sh:24 Ra:16    ] Jaerith, Malla Noamuth d'lil Veldrin [Evil]
 02/20/2002 Hum [    Ra:16 Sh:24    ] Jaerith, Malla Noamuth d'lil Veldrin [Evil]
 04/11/2002 Hum [    Sh:24 Ra:17    ] Jaerith Version 0.5b, Malla Noamuth d'lil Veldrin
 02/26/2002 Hum [    Ra:17 Sh:24    ] Jaerith Ilythiiri, Malla Noamuth d'lil Veldrin
 03/23/2002 Hum [    Sh:24 Ra:17    ] Jaerith Streea, Malla Noamuth d'lil Veldrin
 05/29/2002 Hum [    Sh:24 Ra:17    ] Jaerith Ki'naka, Malla Noamuth d'lil Veldrin
 06/10/2002 Hum [    Sh:24 Ra:17    ] Jaerith Ki'naka, Malla Noamuth d'lil Veldrin [Evil]
 07/02/2002 Hum [       Sh: 6       ] Jaerith. I'm Yours. Rape me as you please.
 07/04/2002 Hum [       Sh: 7       ] Jaerith has been a VERY bad boy.
 07/08/2002 Hum [       Sh: 8       ] Jaerith Aredhel, Dalhar Noamuth d'lil Veldrin
 01/23/2003 Hum [       Sh: 5       ] Jaerith, Apprentice Shaman of Ofcol
 01/27/2003 Hum [       Sh: 7       ] Jaerith, Searching for his Inner Vision

WHO Lists: Version XIV

 08/07/03   Elf [       Cl: 5       ] Jaerith.
 08/11/03   Elf [       Cl: 8       ] Jaerith is Reborn.  Druid of the Rose.
 08/23/03   Elf [       Cl: 8       ] Jaerith is Reborn.  Druid of the Rose.
 08/24/03   Elf [       Cl: 8       ] Jaerith Streeaka, Druid of the Rose [Veldrin]
 11/22/03   Elf [       Cl:10       ] Jaerith Veneanar
 11/29/03   Elf [    Ra: 1 Cl:12    ] Jaerith wanders here and there. Veldrin
 12/06/03   Elf [    Ra: 2 Cl:12    ] Jaerith, Vorax's illigitimate son
 12/07/03   Elf [    Ra: 2 Cl:12    ] Jaerith.  Druid.  Retainer.  [Rose] [Veldrin]

 01/07/04   Elf [    Ra: 6 Cl:12    ] Jaerith Rose,   Elf Ranger. Enforcing Good and Alcohol.
 02/07/04   Elf [    Cl:12 Ra:10    ] Jaerith Alandor. Enforcer.  Perfection Personified.
 03/13/04   Elf [    Ra:17 Cl:18    ] Jaerith.  We all float down here. [Enforcer]
 03/15/04   Elf [    Cl:18 Ra:18    ] Jaerith, In the Hero Business. [Enforcer]
 04/14/04   Elf [    Cl:22 Ra:18    ] Jaerith, Walking the Righteous Path.  [Enforcer]
 05/30/04   Elf [    Ra:19 Cl:23    ] Jaerith Seeks the Truth..and a Buzz.  [Inquisitor]
 06/30/04   Elf [    Cl:23 Ra:20    ] Jaerith, Avenging Angel, Inquisitor of the Enforcers
 07/29/04   Elf [    Cl:23 Ra:20    ] Jaerith, Avenging Angel, Inquisitor of the Enforcers
 08/29/04   Elf [    Cl:23 Ra:20    ] Jaerith, Avenging Angel. [Enforcer] {FCC Member}
 09/08/04   Elf [    Cl:23 Ra:20    ] Jaerith, Avenging Angel. [Enforcer] [FCC]
 09/09/04   Elf [    Cl:23 Ra:20    ] Jaerith might be here, might be afk. give love
 10/18/04   Elf [    Cl:24 Ra:20    ] Jaerith Alandor, Regulator.  [Enforcers] [FCC]
 11/13/04   Elf [    Cl:24 Ra:20    ] Jaerith Alandor, Enforcer Priest

 01/15/05   Elf [    Cl:24 Ra:20    ] Jaerith Alandor, Enforcer Priest
 04/27/05   Elf [    Cl:24 Ra:20    ] Jaerith, Enforcer Priest
 08/10/05   Elf [    Cl:24 Ra:20    ] Jaerith, Enforcer Priest
 12/20/05   Elf [    Cl:24 Ra:20    ] Jaerith, Watchman of the Enforcers
 12/24/05   Elf [    Cl:24 Ra:20    ] Jaerith Don't bother me. [Enforcer]

 01/01/06   Elf [    Ra:20 Cl:24    ] Jaerith, Saloon Bouncer [Enforcer]
 01/16/06   Elf [    Ra:20 Cl:24    ] Jaerith Alandor, Night Watchman [Enforcer]
 05/28/06   Elf [    Ra:20 Cl:24    ] Jaerith Alandor, Night Watchman [Enforcer]
 06/10/06   Elf [    Ra:20 Cl:24    ] Jaerith Alandor, livin' in a cardboard box
 06/18/06   Elf [    Ra:20 Cl:24    ] Jaerith Boxcar Alandor, Advocate of the Unaligned
 06/21/06   Elf [    Ra:20 Cl:24    ] Jaerith eats beans in a can, waiting for his soapbox.

 07/24/11   Elf [    Ra:20 Cl:24    ] Jaerith Alandor
 08/03/11   Elf [    Ra:20 Cl:24    ] Jaerith Alandor, Soulless and Wandering
 08/17/11   Elf [    Ra:22 Cl:24    ] Jaerith Alandor, Priest of Ivory Tiger
 08/22/11   Elf [    Ra:22 Cl:24    ] Jaerith Alandor, Ivory Priest 
 08/30/11   Elf [    Ra:23 Cl:24    ] Jaerith Alandor, Bastard of House Veldrin

Character History:

(excuse the crude syntax, it's been years since I tried to write.)

As childhoods go, Jaerith's was rather mundane. He spent his days wandering the forests outside of a small town known as Harper's Landing, foraging for food, gathering discarded trinkets, trying to eek out a meager existence. His parents had died of of a plague that had ravaged Harper's Landing when he was but 6 years old. Since then he spent his nights sitting by the steadily burning fire of the Shaman that lived just north of of town. They had never exchanged names, though Jaerith felt connected to him. Somehow safe within the hut. The Shaman ignored his presense most of the time, seeming to barely notice him.
This seemed to go on for many, many years. The old man and the young boy, going about their daily routines, each independent of the other.
As Jaerith approached his teens, The old wizened man finally began to speak to him. It began with simple orders, or instructions, his words used only to make their lives a little easier. As the months turned into weeks, and weeks to years, though, the Old Man began to let him into his world.
Jaerith began to study the runes the old man was constantly drawing. The two of them meditated for what would seem like an eternity to any typical child. Jaerith, fortunately, was very atypical. Able to focus far more than most his age, he slowly but surely began learning the mystical arts. By his sixteenth birthday, he was able to pull energy and power from the world around him. It was in no way close to the raw energy the Shaman was capable of, but for a teenager it was beyond anything he had thought possible. Months into his tutelage, The Old Shaman taught him to draw on the earth, and in return allow it to draw from him. The symbiosis that only comes when one lets go and truly accepts that they are part of something vast and greater than themselves.
They barely spoke. It became like it was during his early childhood, except instead of ignoring Jaerith, The Old Shaman generally expected Jaerith to know what he wanted, and the two of them lived a simple life within the small area north of the Landing.
Simple tasks often overflowed into the teachings, and vice versa. The act of making dinner often came with another lesson, the small teachings often overlapped with the gathering of supplies and tending their small patch of land. Jaerith was content. Moreso than he could ever remember.
On the night of his seventeenth birthday, whilst gathering kindling for the Shaman's fire in the forest north of the Landing, Jaerith felt the presence of something. He couldn't quite figure out what it was, but he could feel eyes on him. A presence that he hadn't felt in the forest before. Dropping the kindling, he tried and tried to focus his mind's eye and figure out what was disturbing the balance of the forest around him. Unfortunately, his efforts were fruitless, as he was attempting what was beyond mortal minds. The harsh scent of burning wood, tar and animal hide brought him out of his transe, and his gaze turned back toward Harper's Landing. The soft orange halo was glowing just beyond a large tree that sheltered the Shaman's Hut. He stood and ran back toward the town.
Jaerith returned to the Hut to find it in engulfed. The roaring flames were cacophonous. It almost sounded like laughter. Sinister, evil laughter. He felt a sinking, hopeless feeling from within, a void that seemed to be growing inside. Jaerith turned and ran. His sole thought was "get away". He ran faster and further than he ever had before. seconds seemed like minutes. The forests around him grew denser and it was harder and harder to run. merely seventeen years old and his whole life had collapsed around him in an inferno.
After what seemed like hours, he collapsed to his knees and breathed. In. Out. In. Out. The forst around him seemed cold and menacing. Rows of oak trees cast faint shadows on the soft earth beneath him, dancing from the moonlight beyond the canopy. In. Out. In. Out.
The presense. It was there. All around him. Malevolence. In. Out. In. Out. He fell to the cool earth and everything went dark.

He awoke with a start. He looked around. His eyes began to adjust to the dim lighting. He was in some kind of sleeping chamber. A single candle burned in a sconce beyond, by the only door. The only furniture within was the bed he currently was occupying, a night stand, and a dresser beside the door. As if on cue, a gentle knock echoed through the small chamber. Without bothering to wait for a response, a hooded figure unlocked, then opened the door and entered. He walked forward, then stopped a few feet from the bed. Jaerith sat up slowly and looked directly at a pair of glowing red eyes beneath the hood. "Where am I?" He asked, his voice cracking slightly. He realized he was parched. The figure stood there a moment longer, then drew back the hood. Jaerith slid backwards on the bed, bunching the sheet up. Standing in front of him was an elf. Not like the elves in Malenest. Something more sinister. Something more deadly. He'd never seen a dark elf. The Shaman had told him stories af their presense beneath Vile Ruin, though Jaerith had never ventured close to that abomination of nature. The drow stood silently, his glowing red eyes resting firmly on Jaerith. his lips moved silently, and jaerith's vision blurred and all went black.
Again he awoke. Dreams had plagued him. Some good, some nightmarish. It took far less time for his mind to put together the pieces of his situation. The room was dark this time, the nub of candle by the door had burned out. He sat up in the bed, now soaked with his own sweat. The malevolent presense was around him, again. He could sense the malice, the hatred, the anger. He stood up from the bed and pulled the robe he'd been clothed in tighter around his body. "Who is here?" he questioned, though it was barely a whisper. As if to answer, a soft red light materialized a few feet in front of him. It hung there for almost a minute, then pulsed. The shimmer sent a wave of pain through Jaerith's mind. You are safe here. Mend, young one, and we shall discuss your future service to House Veldrin. The light sped forward and collided with Jaerith's forehead, exploding in a brilliant flash. The room grew dark once more. Jaerith stood there for several minutes, trying to focus. He found himself unable to retain the slightest thought without that seering pain pulsing through his head. he glanced back toward the bed and saw a pitcher of water, and a cup on the nightstand. Giving in to his basic needs, Jaerith drank deeply from the pitcher and collapsed upon the bed, and into unconcious oblivion.
Not much more is known about the next fifty years. His services within House Veldrin where trecherous, deceitful and often too terrible to speak of. He was a whisper in the night. A passing murmer of those around camp fires and within taverns. Death followed in his wake. He had become far more than The Shaman had ever wished. More than he could ever dream of on his own.
It was during the last days of House Veldrin, just before the disappearance of their God, Vorax, that the Jaerith that was, came back to conciousness. He was standing in an Entryway to a dark Cathedral. Chanting encompassed everything within, droning out any other sounds. Jaerith blinked as he stared beyond at the circle of what he took to be monks. After a brief moment of reverie, he looked down at himself. Dark leathers covered him from his feet to his neck. Two finely crafted maces hung securely on his studded belt. He was bewildered. The last concious thought he could remember was waking up in a small bed chamber and being extremely thirsty. He felt a pulse of pain run through his body and a brilliant blue light flared between his eyes.
I'm granting you freedom, Child. You have served deliciously well. More than I could have ever hoped. I feel that I owe you a parting gift. Your service will be remembered, young one.
A flash of dark green light enveloped Jaerith and he felt his very body being torn and ripped, the pain was enough to send most into unconciousness. Unfortunately, the malevolence made certain he felt every moment of tortuous agony. Every second of delicious pain. Finally after what seemed an eternity of insanity, Jaerith was allowed to fall unconcious.
The change, as he later referred to it, left him staring at a face that wasn't his. Left him staring at slightly pointed ears, ebony hued skin, and two mismatched blue and brown eyes. A small red gem was embedded into the flesh on his forehead, No one but jaerith knows it's purpose. His inability to draw upon those powers that had once been at his beck and call left him bareft. The Malevolence had ripped the part of his soul that had allowed that communion from him. The following years are lost, as was he, in time. Travelling the world, alone, his place in the world seemed as confused and lost as he felt.