Shoi

((Mcname)): _Shoi_ Name: Shoi Forel Race/culture: Elf Age: 525 Occupation: High Queen Were there any circumstances or personal desires that lead you to Alras?: Peace. . What talents or merits do you possess? Do you plan on learning additional skills within Alras?: Herbalism, healing, and assisting High King Syrio. What would you recommend the Royal Council do in order for the nation to fully experience the benefits of your talents?: Nothing for myself, but to listen and care for the people Of all things in the world - virtue, money, happiness and so on - what do you value the most?: Peace

-Resides at Syrio's side, lightly adorning his arm with her own.- "Tis always a pleasure to rejoice the end of a war."

-Each long stride careful, as one more her royal white gown lined in deep blues and accented in thin silver pearls. Her fingers ran along mahogany carved desk in the Admirals quarters, only to pause on an old tattered leather bound book. Her fingers gentle yet firm lifted the ancient tome, flicking through the warped water stained pages. Dull aqua irises absorbed the old handwriting barely legible, recalling their once crisp measure of the quill that scribed them. "After all these years, he managed to keep this..." Her whisper tone rasps from her lips as she hears the shuttering of feet along the deck. Her head turned as she walked slightly towards the door pausing to listen the chatter and clatter. Her once pure white hair had become lined with streaks of silver, possibly from age or stress. Still her face barely aged, save for the light scar before her left ear. She shook her head and turned as if looking for something, then peered back towards the mahogany desk. Peering past the rolls of books and maps. Softly she placed the book back down on the edge of the desk. Gently biting her lower lip as she found what she originally was looking for. The mark of what she had become and barely knowing how to manage the title. She walked to the middle of the desk as she reached forward to the glass top box. Carefully lifting the cover, she took the find crafted crown into her hands. Admiring the craftsmanship with her fingertips over the deep blue and lighter blue hued gems along the silver crown. This time would be different, for Alras was home and the whispers of the Ascended no longer called.-

Player Whitelisted

Player Whitelisted

Player Whitelisted