Come in and take a seat,
listen to the tales of one of the Elven,
So you have a thirst for Knowledge?
Come in and I shall quench that thirst.
My name is Lady Shadow MacRoth,
My eye colour is a
I have pointed ears, and a dark complexion
My Race is Elven,
My home is an Enchanted Grove,
Where I spent a very happy childhood,
My Occupations are many,
I am well skilled in the art of weaponry,
I do have armor,
I have two wonderful companions,
and a silver wolf named Kerr Sloan
As I told earlier I am a mage, or
Birthright Spells:
I have three strange blood red markings,
In my case I can change into four different animals;
a Silver Wolf,
a Silver Owl, and a Sparrow, all of which has green eyes.
Everybody has their favorite clothing,
I have only two dresses for Special Occasions.
I have a few belongings that I take with me on my travels,
My father’s name was Ravin MacRoth,
Stats and Current Location:16EP 6BP 385GP 48HP Brightglade
though I prefer to go by Shadow.
My Elven name is Lady Silver Nightshade,
but that is only used on special occasions.
I am 18 years of age, and 6 foot tall.
Hunter/forest/emerald Green
with silver flexes,
which shine from a pair of
slightly slanted eyes
(sort of like a cat)
My hair is floor length
Black/Silver Onyx
fading to Silver,
that can be used as a cloak,
most of the time it is down
with just the sides
pulled back.
(more like a medium honey)
which shows off my unusual hair
(which sometimes makes me seem to flicker in and out),
and dark red wine coloured lips quite nicely.
I move gracefully, with the agility of a cat,
live up to my name with the silence and
swiftness of shadows, and I can blend in quite easily.
I tend to be devlish if the mood strikes,
but I am normally very level headed,
with a quick temper that has gotten me
into a few scrapes.
though I am half human.
I don't like to admit to it,
because of my evil human grandfather,
I have a hard time trusting humans,
and I have been known to shy away from them,
but once they have my trust I'm always there when I'm needed.
in the southern part of the Adara Forest,
just outside of Brightglade in
the Southern Province, in the land of Tyfira.
with my Elven Mother and Grandparents,
my Human Father, my twin Brother,
and my Best Friend, a centaur that
was found and adopted into my family.
so it is not very often that I have to go with out work.
I am a Scholar, Bard, Druid Priestess,
Lady (though it is my birth title,
I don’t like to flash it around),
a Seeress, Minor Ranger, Teacher,
Magic Healer, Guardian, Mage,
Warrior and sometimes a Thief,
(but that depends on the town,
how empty my purse is,
if I feel a bit lucky,
or if some noble brat
is being crude to the towns people.
though I prefer to try words and stragety first,
but if it comes to hand to hand combat,
I prefer an Elven short sword,
I have five Daggers which I often use,
an Elven long bow and arrows,
and a Druids Walking Staff.
but I don't often use it.
But if I do I most often,
use my leather armor.
I do have a beautiful breast plate,
a most splinded piece of work,
that once belonged to my mother.
Made of black steel,
and made by one of the best,
Elven Blacksmiths, whose work is known far and wide.
Which I would use in a serious battle.
But much like my mother
I use it more as a cover for my pack when I travel,
so my things won’t get wet when it rains.
A terrible way to use it I know,
but I often keep it looking dusty so,
some robber won't make off with it,
It's better to have it with me,
than to have it come up missing.
a black panther named Shadow Blade,
rather a sort of enchantress/wizard.
The most common spells that I use are:
magic arrow, lightning bolt,
fire bolt, ice bolt,
and Elven light-a small,
blue ball of light(sort of like a willow-a-wisp)
Shadow weave- hides me and any allie from an enemy
Shadow call- brings shadows to my aide,
Shadow light- a light that only
I, and any ally with me, can see, and
Shadow Fog, when cast upon an enemy
it reveals their worst fears and puts them into a physical form
of which the enemy must fight.
(many do not survive, and the chances of
survival are 1 out of 15,
and then they are marked and can never pick up a
fighting weapon again)
on my right shoulder marking me,
"special"and marking me known as Chosen,
or The Chosen
(a kind of Elf that is becoming rare,
and are now considered a walking legend),
among my kind (sort of a race within a race)
and enables me to change into different forms
(sort of like a Were-Person;
which is what most people consider me)
normally ones that can be useful.
a Black Panther,
and I am not any diffirent.
You can usually find me in black breeches,
a forest green (Irish) Leines undershirt,
with a black leather Jerkin worn over,
and tied at the waist with a brown latigo belt.
I also wear window Pane Vambraces on my wrists
(that once belonged to my father)
and a long dark grey/green cloak
with a hood and mantle,
which my mother
embroidered silver ivy, moons,
willows and oaks around the edges.
I also wear a silver head circlet
that holds a dark blue tear drop shaped stone
in the middle of my forehead.
A forest green chemise with flared
sleeves and a black over dress to go with;
and a dark blue/purple coloured
Catehardie dress with black cuffs,
collar and black lacing up each side.
All have silver needle work done.
And a Purple Cloak, also for special
occasions.
they are: my Grandfather's wisdom key and walking staff,
my Mothers jewled dagger(worn in my hair),
my Father's signet ring,
my Grandmothers head circlet,
a lock of hair from my lost twin brother,
a braided silver bracelet with an apple emblem on the top,
a small silver flute,
and a lute made of black wood.
A Brief History
and held the title of "Lord" even after
his family's kingdom was lost to the havoc
that had taken most of the land.
After the earth had settled Papa's family
moved to the foot of the moutains in the North,
where he soon became a land holder.
Aven went to Kalana where he met my mother, Air,
who was trying to pick Papa’s pocket.
After quite a long heated conversation, Papa and Mother
started getting to know each other,
became fast friends, and then lovers.
When Papa's father found out about the two
he forbade him from marrying Mama,
because she was an elf.
But Papa and Mama left and went back to Brightglade,
was married, and moved to a little thatched cottage
next to a large oak.
Since Papa married Mama, an elf,
Mama and her parent’s cast a spell
which made Aven’s life span greater than a
normal human.
My mother, Air, was an elf from the Silver Willow Oak clan,
and was an Adventurer, Ranger,
Thief, Bard, Lady and an
all around mischief maker until she met Papa.
Mama had green eyes, silver hair, and a dark complexion.
Because my parents were of different races,
I learned the ways of the Elven and Humans.
Mama’s parents were important elders in our clan.
My Grandmother, Elva,
was a Seer, Healer, High Priestess,
Teacher and Guardian of the clan’s Sacred Grove.
My Grandfather, Elwin,
was a Bard, Scholar, Arch-Druid, and
keeper of the Key of Knowledge for the clan.
When I was in my 5th human year
I was wandering in the woods
when I came across the strangest creature I had ever seen.
I ran home and told my grandmother,
who instantly went to see.
When grandmother came to the spot I had said,
Gradma Elva came upon a sleeping girl centaur
that looked to be no more than 5
and badly wouneded.
With a mother’s heart Grandma Elva
took the girl home,the centaur,
Aydra, and I became best friends.
When we were 6,
I learned how to weave silver as if it was string.
I made two bracelets,
one for Aydra and one for myself.
When Aydra and I turned 10
we stayed outside one night
to watch the stars.
I was pointing out the different Elven constellations,
and the history behind each,
until my knowledge was drained for the night with sleep.
I told Aydra that I was going to bed and went inside.
A few hours later, Papa came crashing into the cottage,
clutching his side, and saying something about
"Bloody Thieves" and "took Aydra".
That night my twin brother snuck out
to have revenge for our father,
and to find Aydra, only to never return.
Two months later Papa died from his wounds,
Grandma Elva died trying to save Papa,
Mother died of a broken heart
and after eight more years my
Grandpa Elwen died of a heart
that couldn’t go any further with out Grandma Elva,
so after finishing my teaching he left
and went to be with the ancesters.
My Grandpa Elwen's spirit watchs over me still,
along with my two companions.
Three months later I left Brightglade
to see what Lady Fortune would throw my way,
see what the the world looked like outside of my
Hidden Grove,
to find my lost brother,
and to find my lost best friend, Aydra, if nothing else...
Copyright © 2000 by
Lady Shadow MacRoth.