Jysar'ri Aerdin
Name : Jysar'ri Aerdin
Yahell ID : Jysarri_Aeridn
Age : 2o, in human years.
Race : High elf
Occupation : Herbalist
Status : Single
Description : Wavy crimson hair tumble past her stomach, the darkest of dark grey eyes peer out from the masses of locks. Gold glitters in the oval orbs, flowing through them like miniture rivers. Ivory, cremy complexion is set in a heart shaped face, a superior nature is drawn into the natural, smooth skin about her full lips. Curvy form is draped in swathes of beige, orange, grey and black multi-colored silken garments, either clinging of flowing about her legs. Silver, diamond studs grace her forehead, forming a bridge across her slender eyebrows, four branching from the one positioned directly between them.
Tattoos, piercings, jewelry, items : A small chinese symbol is etched on her right outside ankle,
meaning "daring". A rock encased with thin tendrels of silver hangs from her neck, the stone being perfectly round. It changes hues with her moods, and magic is able to be drawn from it... but Jysar'ri doesn't know this. A large bag hangs over her shoulder, containing what herbs she carries with her, but most are dumped haphazardly on the bottom of the sack.
Quenched Royalty
(( Jysar'ri's history ))
Jysar�ri stood at the balcony, looking out over the rolling mountains. A soft rain pattered around her, the same rain that had been going on for months, shrouding the sun from shining upon the lands. She frowned at what she saw and felt; tonight the atmosphere didn�t seem like the same one she had always known, the terrain not as familiar as usual. No, something was indeed different. She longed to loose herself in these thoughts, to disappear for an hour, but a sharp cry for a maid caused her to turn and slip back through the double doors, heaving a mental sigh for she didn�t want to worry with them at the moment. She looked around for the person that had called when she came into her grand bedroom, the rich draperies shifting almost idly in what wind was dancing through the open doors. She narrowed her eyes, but didn�t cast much more thought to the matter, the maids were always shrieking for no good reason. Her feet carried her over to her dresser, hands raising and poking her hair back into place, even though it was ineffective, for she could see, the dim candles that were positioned sparsely about the room being her only light. A sudden, unexpected pang in her side caused her to collapse to the ground, eyes squeezing shut, doubling over in a vain attempt to regain her balance and find who had attacked her. A hand clamped down over her mouth, making her upper teeth dig painfully into her lip. A silky, seductive voiced hissed in her ear, seeming to wrap around the slanted, elven point. �Ah, Lord Aerdin�s daughter, hmm? So lovely to finally meet you.�
Jysar�ri struggled as hard as she was able against the man, but his sinewy arm held her tightly in place. �Don�t you go telling him about this, love. We wouldn�t want him to worry, now, would we?� He yanked her to her feet, the hand across her mouth remaining. She couldn�t bite down in hopes of it letting go, the leather was much too thick and he had in her a position so she wasn�t able to successfully maneuver around him. Again, his words hissed from his lips, drilling into her senses. �I�m telling you this, Jysar�ri, because I want you to suffer. I want you to know they�re going to die, and not be able to do anything about it. Yes, we�re going to kill every single person of the Aerdin name. Relatives, distant servants, peasants, everyone. You know very well what your family�s done to us, Jysar�ri. And now you get to watch them pay for it. You get to watch them die. If you say anything, m�dear, everyone in this town will die. That�s a guarantee.� He jerked her hard, causing her to yelp; though the noise was trapped in her throat. �Do you understand? You had better, for everything rests on you.� He loosed her, her form falling to the ground, then delivered a sharp kick to her side, booted toe contacting with her rib. He turned on a heel and strode out, though she didn�t get a chance to see where he was going, the dots in front of her eyes were quickly filling up her vision. She blinked furiously, trying to rid herself of these, but to no avail. Her strength quickly returned with a rush of anger, and she pounded a long-fingered fist against the carpeted ground, the crimson material sinking in response to the action. The tears flowed, unrestrained, down her cheeks, pooling at her fingertips, forming unstoppable rivers of anguish.
For many months Jysar�ri wandered the halls at night like a ghost, not saying a word, unable to speak of what the man had told her. She wanted to desperately to tell her father, but whenever a shadow moved where there wasn�t supposed to be one, she was stifled. The rain clouds over the castle grew thicker every day; thunder was loud and unceasing. R�dair, Jysar�ri�s main servant, often questioned her of her behaviour, but she would never tell him what was wrong. At times she felt that he knew, too; that he could sense what was going on in the underlying of the castle, but never let on to her if that was so.
The castle D�nerah stood for more then 4oo years. It saw many different rulers, many different ages, developments, and was respected for a number of things. The town in which it was settled, Liadon, was a prosperous city, always bustling with new faces. The current Lord and Lady � Jysar�ri�s mother and father � were well loved. They had increased trade and profit to the town, two of which had fallen badly during the previous rule. Though the population had changed greatly, too. An abundance of people had traveled far to reach the center of trade in the realm, what would seem like a wonderful thing. The thieves and bandits of the town didn�t agree to this; the law had grown as well, and they were often shoved in cells and taken off of the streets at night, prohibited to sleep in the dark alleys between the many stores. The large group that most of these vagabonds belonged to was called the Eharkins, one word of the Old Language meaning, �night creeper�. This group, although made up of the �scum� of the city, was a powerful league; one no one questioned or wished to deal with. The advance in citizenry couldn�t be helped, so King Aerdin chose to dismiss it, hoping they wouldn�t cause too much of a problem.
Liadon continued on like this for many years, without a word from the Eharkins, so the matter was sawn as dealt with, and not another worry was given to it. They were far from correct, though. The leader of the guild, a dark, mysterious man named Keshria Thornnefall, had been planning the entire time, meaning to take over the castle and kill each one related to the Aerdin name. A secret was locked away in the volumes of history that filled D�nerah, one that the Eharkins wouldn�t dare forget. At a time of Great War in the city, mages and many great magic users had been sent to kill of the guild. They had been causing a rather large amount of trouble during the War, and were seen as a direct nuisance. The only magical users in Liadon were those of Aerdin, the powerful wizards, mages, and healers each coming from the castle itself. The Eharkins detested each of these; they were often caught and arrested by those of the magical nature. So, during the war, all were dismissed. Deleted. Simply gone. Some said that they were etched out of history books. For a long time, the guild began to grow in strength and power, the few members that had escaped leading, always plotting revenge against the Aerdins. This new dilemma had given them even more of a reason to lash out, planning to kill each one just as they had done the many years back. Jysar�ri, Lord and Lady Aerdin had no idea that most of this history even existed. As said, it was thought of as a dark secret and shoved to the back of everyone�s minds.
Another dark night of wandering the castle had found Jysar�ri, leaving the High Elf wondering why exactly the man and whoever he was associated with would want to harm her family and relatives. She queried the librarian, an old frail man that seemed in dire need of retiring, but he held no information. She gave him thanks and wandered along the stacks of books, trailing her fingers along the bindings of each, head cocked to the side so as to read each title. These were all taken into careful consideration, but none gave her lead. She plopped down with a sigh at the end of a hallway of books, and a golden lettering caught her eye. This she drew between her fingers, carefully cracking the pages open, cringing at the creak of protest the spine gave. One her eyes trailed down the yellowed, handwritten words, she smacked a wall of realisation. This was her family�s history, this held the key. She quickly skimmed over the rest of the text, the words flowing in and out of her head, darting furiously about until she came to a conclusion. This sudden urgency hit her hard, making her snap the book shut, tucking it underneath her arm, feet carrying her briskly back down the aisle and through the library�s doors. She sucked in deep breaths but continued running, only to hear a horribly loud clanging from behind her. She whirled on her heel, facing the gigantic doors that lead into the castle, barred carefully with a thick slab of wood. This broke in two as a knife slicing through butter and the doors crashed open to reveal a swarm of men. Her eyes widened, and she found herself glued to the spot. R�dair came out of nowhere and shoved her as hard as he was able, sending her careening to the side. They ducked into a vacant guestroom, where they weren�t followed, yet.
�R�dair! I demand you to tell me what�s going on!� She exclaimed, eyes wide with fright.
�You know perfectly well what�s going on, Jysar�ri, as do I. They�ve come back � for revenge. You must get out of here. You must keep the family�s name alive. I don�t care how you do it, I don�t care how long it takes, do not question me. Do you understand? You have to get out of here. Don�t stop, don�t look at anything. It will only bring you despair, Jysar�ri,� he told her, midnight blue eyes narrowed, usually soft lips set in stone. She could do nothing but nod, succumbing to whatever fate she might have to fall to. The door to the room they were in banged open, a man shouting a loud, �In here!� to someone else. They both stood, and began to run.
The castle�s walls shrieked with the invasion. Huge, armor-clad men spilled through the already crashed down main door, shoving anything � and anyone � out of their way. Jysar�ri only heard this destruction, R�dair had his hand on the back of her neck, forcing it down so she wouldn�t see. The sounds were worst, anyway, horrible screaming and crying noises, noises she recognised as people she knew. The whole castle seemed alive, seeming to pulsate with the violence being shown to it. She wanted to see but didn�t, had to but couldn�t . . .
She ducked into another of the castle�s long hallways, finding her head able to be raised, now. She knew if she could just reach the end, she�d be safe . . . the small door at the back led outside. Someone called out to a man near her, directing them to seize her immediately, before she escaped. A pang of terror shot through her hear and she ran faster, the white dress she was clothed in trailing along behind her feet, causing her to stumble with every step. The men seemed o be everywhere, looming threateningly at her as she moved. Not one touched her, though; the closest one came was brushing her sleeve, dark fingers writing grotesquely. She had no idea where R�dair had went; she felt she needed him with her, though suddenly knew he couldn�t be . . . She choked back sobs ad continued to sprint through the passageway, the sounds of her pursuers growing dim, then fading completely. She neared the back entrance, which was strangely open, and could see the rain pelting down violently outside. She sent a silent prayer that it would be help rather then a hindrance, and plunged into the swirling waters. Her crimson hair was soon drenched, falling in unenthusiastic waves down her back, the color darkening to that of dying embers. The clouds overhead covered the moon, made it impossible to be seen. This was a wonderful thing on one hand, meaning the invaders wouldn�t be able to see her, but on the other hand, she wouldn�t be able to see them. The forest rose in her view, calling, beckoning her to join in its safety. She burst into it with frightening speed, hugging the nearest tree she found, burying her face into the moist � but not wet � bark.
Silence greeted her ears, now. She dared turn around, slowly, carefully, glancing into the darkness behind her. No footsteps fell, no breath other then hers was heard. She felt her own becoming calmer, slower, smoother, and slid down the tree, knees pressed to her chest. Her tears flew, unaccompanied by sobbing, down her cheeks, the salty residue mingling with the raindrops that pounded through the leafy myriad of leaves that formed a canopy overhead. She felt her eyes closing to the sight, hearing the screams of anguish once more before she drifted off into a fitful sleep.
When she woke the next morning, she could do nothing but wander aimlessly through the rich undergrowth, hoping to find another living soul. Her demeanor slipped, loosing its vigour, growing dark and sad within a matter of hours. She had no experience of traveling through the forest, so had to retrace her steps often, the mud from the previous night�s rain doing that much for her.
Soon, thankfully, she stumbled across a small town. Battered and exhausted, she entered the nearest inn she could find. A kindly old couple took her in, feeding and giving her a room to sleep in, for the town was never busy and they loved to see a new face. She spent a week there, working out what she had to do, trying to make herself believe what had just occurred. She knew she had to keep a low profile for a long time, to never let her royal air slip. No recent news had come to her of the attack at D�nerah, so she figured she had a while to put as much distance between herself and the castle as she was able. This was the hardest decision for her : to leave the only home she knew, and venture into what realms lay beyond.
With the fact that she knows her past was behind her, and all that she can do is look ahead and follow what paths are shown and chosen for her, she journeys from regality, stifling her own from other�s sight, yet still keeping her head high and strong. The quenched royalty follows her like a shadow, never ceasing, never dying, only to be brought up whenever she calls.
An elegance lingers, though hardly tangible,
You can reach to touch, but never handle it.
So readily given, except never displayed,
A whispery voice tells you, �Just a bit.�
The fire�s faint ashes doth posses this grace,
Though if you were to see it, you�d never remember.
For it washes away like tears upon sand,
A flame dulled to null all that�s left of the embers.
No begging or pleading will beckon it out,
Nor the stars in the sky nor the moon�s luminescence,
A greater power is this, one revealed in glory,
Told in castles and manors, not only to peasants.
A flick of its wrist, a step turned the wrong way,
Regality hits in only the murkiest of caves,
Why would it hide, one might wonder aloud,
For more then just honor, is what it doth crave.
Mirrae Xeraphi
Velryn Tiyian
Wander back to the Doors . . .
Jysar'ri Aerdin and all the places and events in this story are (C) Emily Kirsch, me. Yup . . . don't take 'em. The pictures are (C) whoever drew them, I don't take any credit. Oh, D'nerah will have it's own spiffy page soon, as well. It's been in a few of my char's histories . . . it deserves it.