3. Ama'bael Avainthir

Ama'bael Avainthir


  • Character Name: Ama'bael Avainthir
    Player Name: NillaWafer

    _A history in clips…..

    Dawn was only a few moments away as Ama’bael made her way towards the temple of Corellon. Around the small village she lived in others were quietly nestled in their homes as the scent of fresh bread and porridge filled the air around her. For the most part, town was silent as the morning mist hung heavily, it clouding her view so that she could only see a step or two ahead of herself. Only a few moments ago had the young priest Tyre’fe showed up at her doorstep to let her know her father and grandfather wished a word with her at the temple. Ama had promptly dressed in a simple white woolen robe and tied her long golden hair back and headed out the door. She knew why they were summoning her, and what it meant for her future. Fear gripped her heart as a thousand uncertain futures played in her mind.

    The conversation had been short. Her father had finally just hugged his youngest daughter, told her he was proud and that he loved her, then headed home to speak with her mother. He did not expect to see her home for dinner that night. His final words to her echoed in her ears as she realized her journey began immediately. Ama stood in silence gazing at the altar before her, her still as stone, a heavy pack her fathered had handed her resting at her feet. From the corner of her eye, she saw her silver haired grandfather making his way toward her, him then standing at her side silently.

    “Pap? Do you really think I am ready?” Ama’bael asked, her shimmering blue eyes shifting from looking at the altar of Corellon then up to her grandfather.

    The elderly elf smiled down at his granddaughter, his own blue eyes twinkling with pride. “My child, you were given a vision. If you are not ready now, then you will never be.” He said, his voice soft and tender, though concern was obvious in his tone. “Father Corellon is not likely to send a message twice. Act upon it now while your heart is lit with fire and passion.” He paused then as he considered his next words wisely. “My dearest grandchild, you will be missed sorely, and you have stayed with us well beyond what any of us expected, but now it is your turn to go out and be His warrioress. Your path is outside of this temple, my dear. Your sister and your brother left us years ago and I know you vowed to stay here with your family, but you have different obligations now Ama’bael. Go out and teach of His ways. Show others what it means to born into this family and that they must always honor our Father for the many blessings He has bestowed upon us.”

    With that, her grandfather wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly as he placed a kiss upon the top of her head. After what felt like all too short of a time for the elven woman, her grandfather stepped away and started down the aisle out of the temple, her turning back to His alter and kneeling in prayer. At the door she heard him speak, his voice tender, but the unmistakable hint of mischief it in.

    “Tyre’fe will escort you to the boat and see you off on the first leg of your journey. He is near blind you know. Should you happen to accidently leave that long sword and shield your father gave you, I am sure he will not notice. I am also sure he would not notice if you choose to take the great sword that is hanging in my office.”

    Ama smiled knowing Tyre’fe was certainly not blind, but his dedication to her grandfather was unquestionable.

    “Where am?” Ama hoarsely whispered as she gazed around the temple, her vision still cloudy.

    “You are at the Temple of the Triad.” Galin responded as he handed her a cup of warm tea. “You were in pretty bad shape when you got here. Rest up a little longer then you can be on your way.”

    Ama merely nodded and closed her eyes, her taking a deep breath in. Exploring alone was marked off her list of things to do now. The last thing she remembered was stepping into the woods near Peltarch, her looking for a nice place to rest and pray, and then feeling the sharp sting of a rock to the head. She had fought as hard as she could, her great sword shimmering in the morning sun, its blade keen and deadly. But in the end, despite the blade being sharp as a razor, the elven woman simply was just not trained well enough to handle her foes and they had stripped her of her possessions and left her to bleed upon grass, it still damp with morning dew. The armor and great sword gifted to her by her father and grandfather were now gone. They were now lost in the hands of savage little lizards all because of a foolish decision she had made to step outside the gates alone. The vision she had been gifted from her Father swirled in her mind and the flush of shame washed over her as she realized what had just happened. She instantly knew and did not have to wondered if this harsh lesson had been sent as another gift of understanding._

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