Deliver me, out of my sadness.
Deliver me, from all of the madness.
Deliver me, courage to guide me.
Deliver me, strength from inside me.
All of my life I've been in hiding.
Wishing there was someone just like you.
Now that you're here, now that I've found you,
I know that you're the one to pull me through.
Deliver me, loving and caring.
Deliver me, giving and sharing.
Deliver me, the cross that I'm bearing.
All of my life I was in hiding.
Wishing there was someone just like you.
Now that you're here, now that I've found you,
I know that you're the one to pull me through.
Deliver me,
Deliver me,
Oh deliver me.
All of my life I was in hiding.
Wishing there was someone just like you.
Now that you're here, now that I've found you,
I know that you're the one to pull me through.
Physical Description
A fragile looking 5’1” to many, by her race she is in prime condition freshly crossing the threshold from child to woman with a pleasing to the eye figure, both small in stature and yet generous curves, her face is elegant, with the softness of youth. The lashes of the blackest onyx fan the Teleras’ eyes, centered in the vortex of her eyes orbs of the lightest hazel, golden in appearence look out, like gems on black satin. Hair like her lashes the silky and charcoal in hue are laced with strands of the color of the warm seas. Golden of skin with a green blue cast.
Personality
On the surface, Ilista is a simple girl, there are times the playful woman sounds like a simpleton or a scholar, she takes joy in small everyday wonders. Curious and trusting in nature, she can be rather shy, but is one of immense sense of responsibility and duty. Kind and gentle in speech and manner she has a fierce temper that can in truth be rather unpredictable, usually expressed by cutting remarks, stubborn arguments, or in rare occasion a challenge to combat. On the other side she is a loving woman to children and those she consider friends, adopted kinsmen, and even those who are or soon to be lovers, an odd romantic not easily given to jealousy but wary of other females of her kind.
It would be fair to say that in her time thus far spent in Herozzal and with the twins of Yelkith, as made the often gentle and sweet telera, while still such in privacy, a bit more of a survivalist. There is a growing affection, understanding, and bond within the small family group that the small female a bit more fond of her Keeper and his mate, while she does not share in their views at times, she wisely keeps her own counsel, and in fact does try to understand and please the pair while doing so. There are times the slave may still experience nostalgia, but seemingly has become content with her new family.
A year alone, cut apart from the worlds she knew, of light, dark, and sea only served to strengthen the will of one so small and soft. Her strength is evident in her steps, in her graceful motions. Her words and tones while still sweet and light hold a wider variety of colors now, bitterness and anger wielded like a blade when chosen can give way to an overwhelming personality to one who was as free floating as a water lotus. There is a confidence to the woman in the place of innocence she once wore like a glowing gown. The fierce pride that had once been hidden beneath her accepting ways colors golden eyes now. While still a pleasing woman quickly taken to light gales of laughter and low bubbling words, something lies behind once so gentle eyes. A wariness and sense of calculation.
History
Ilista is the fourth born child of five, the fourth daughter before the birth of the only son. The second born of the union between her mother Ireth and sire Feiniel. As Feiniels’ second wife of his pair, the family of eight was content, and happy. Life with her family, maturing was good, a warm place in the sea where growing up, when she was not in the care of the parents that sired her, or Nienna her high mother, first wife of her father, Ilista enjoyed the company of her three older sisters and their families, or even her own playmates.
A childhood of whimsical happiness held in the bosom of her clan and under the watchful gaze of her father, the Telera blossomed from infant to a energetic, happy child, with a sweet playful disposition the daughters of Feieniel had come to be known for. Behind her charming looks and easy smiles was a sharp, intelligent mind, with a practical know how and planning that made both her mothers extremely proud, both of army service saw promise in their young Telera, enjoying playful sneak attacks on either one of the matrons, or mock fights with some of the older children.
With the birth of her younger brother, Gwindor, Ilista, the youngest daughter saw to the care and companionship of her new charge with a great mutual love and devotion, making the pair nearly inseparable an. And it was so for many patterns
As the tides changed and patterns past, the child Ilista was, matured into a young adult Telera and as the love for her family and younger brother, and her war games, remained a new distraction had emerged, one that had been nearby all her life, Tëleris. The once devoted companion of Gwindor had become easily distracted by a passing males’ smile, had began to seek more alone time to be by her self or for passing enticements. None of which were ever truly alone as commonly Gwindor tagged along at a distance before usually being discovered.
It was one of these events that brought great tragedy one brightening that the sun shone brightly through the Bellenic waters though the cold of the surface kept many below the waves. Far from the forests of kelp, swimming along the outer reefs the young Telera swam with Elensar, a once childhood friend who had somehow became something more. The playful flirting, and childish courtship having survived several cycles until even her father Feiniel agreed they made a good match, although no one was certain exactly what would become of the pair, they admitted, Ilista and Elensar would make a good match, one day.
On this excursion, that bright brightening in the winter season the young couple heard a cry, a wretched panic high keening such that a woman would make or a small child, and for a moment they froze unsure what to do until she heard her name. Without thinking the Telera swam, her ears were filled with the cries and her own pounding heart in her chest and even the sonar song of her beloved calling out behind her, to her, to their home, for help, she could not stop or give pause, as the cries of her brother filled her ears and bloody images filled her mind made as she raced forward.
I would know his voice, his laugh, the curve of his back, and know it was the little one who had been my friend and companion more than my younger brother without a second glance. There was so much blood for such a little boy I had thought he was already dead had not he cried, and in that moment I failed him, I cried with him, for him.
Ilista, From Waves to a Surface Land Stroll
Her body moved faster than her mind had time to put together the scene before her, a shark had taken hold of the little body and thrashed his head around trying to sever the childs’ shoulder from his body. Without thinking she rushed forward, the shell comb she often wore in her hair, a beautiful trinket received from her mother, was used to try and gorge the sharks eye out. Striking until with a painful toss released the child.
Carefully Ilista cradled her brother, as the child still alive, cried out when his sister touched his arm to pull him close, the bloody damage to the small child even as he continued to cry out, for his sister, for their family, for the pain to stop and the bad things to go away reduced the young woman to numb tears as she reassured the child she had known almost since conception, swimming slowly away, to cause him less pain and give comfort as she tried to find a way to hold him.
Time passed before Elensar wrapped his arms around the crying Telera and slowly move the pair forward, swimming with the woman and child in his arms before propelling them forward towards home and the coming help, as he stayed behind to watch for more predators lured by the smell of fresh blood, and to await the hunting party to come.
Gwindor had slowly fallen silent and still and in panic the woman gripped the uncurious child and swam hard meeting the hunting party who quickly took the unconscious child and swiftly made way back to the kelp forests. The rest of that brightening and the darkening that followed is forever etched in Ilistas’ mind as the healers came, the so pale skin of her brother, and the faces of her family that mimicked it. Worse yet that darkening, was the arrival of Elensars’ family, looking for the missing Tëleris.
A search party went out and return nearly a brightening later with no sign of the young man, and quickly whispered the unlikeness of there ever being. There was great sadness as two of the communities’ young males looked to be never returning. Ilista raged at those words even as her heart bled, and guilt suppressed her breath. Even as days past and Gwindors’ health returned, brightening after brightening the Telera waited at the reefs edge looking for signs of her missing beloved, until she could bear it no more, and gave her fate to the seas, cursing her love for a reckless fool even as she wept.
“Well if I tried to come with an escort, I surely would not had been able to leave at all. I was still considered but a child, an older one, but a child none the less, in truth I fear my return home to assure my family I live, their joy will be great, but we always were a moody bunch and I would be lucky not to be challenged by my own mother if it got into their minds to be angry"
-Ilista
Fein'iel - father, mostly mentioned as a bard, lover not a fighter, mediator among the family was close two his two youngest children, is often quiet but for sharing songs and sharing gentle words
Ni'enna "high mother" - Feiniels' first wife, in the Thelyri military. Gets along with her husband and younger wife amicably and has a shared passion for battle and stragey as Ireth and their shared daughters.
Ireth - birth mother to Ilista, also in the Thelyri military, gifted her daughter with a prize bone comb at some point, can be hard sometimes prizing strength and cunning, but has come to accept her daughters' gentler ways often calling Ilista "little mother"
Tiafel - Eldest daughter of Feiniel & Nienna, married with children of her own, fond of her sisters and has followed in the footsteps of her mothers, due to the age difference often 'babys' Ilista and Gwindor
Eirvaran - Eldest daughter of Feiniel & Ireth, married, is passionate in nature, in most cases the dealings with her family making her one of great love in action and of great temper in word. To be a weapon craftsman.
Feryl - Second daughter of Feiniel & Ireth, pleasent and flirtatious, is well versed and practiced in the arts of wooing and conquest, flippant to a fault and rather unapologetic if her words are taken to not mean what she meant them to. Prefers to be unemployed and courting, and is surprisingly fond of maces
Ilista - Is the third daughter of Feiniel & Ireth
Gwindor - Son of Nienna & Feiniel, only son of the family, youngest child, is a curious boy and longs to never be left out of the doings and goings on within his family. Well tended, is doted upon although not always obvious, the child granted a freedom to come and go at decent time as any of his older sisters as sign of great trust and pride. Has a pet octopus.
There are many a tale of love: lost, found, forgotten, and broken. And no one knows whether their love is one crafted by the will of the gods, or a tragedy to be told to future generations, or even if it is one to be remembered, within their own heart, let alone anyone else's.
If only there were dragons to slay, or riddles to answer, perhaps the path would have been an easier one, a fairer one. While one can try to control their fate, in this world of happenstance, of silver spun threads upon the web of destiny, to touch one life is to be forever connected to and send silent echoes upon that life, and in turn the fate and lives of those who come fourth. What we make with our own hands is forever touched by those who came before us, and the strength and courage we show will forever illuminate or dim the path of those who will come after.
A simple maid of simple life, gentle of touch, sound, and heart. She lived in a city hidden from much of the world under the deep blue sea. There with the other sea elves life was peaceful and sweet, and oh so gentle to the maid. There she was protected, by her sisters and mothers, fierce warriors all, and try as they might, the gentle maid had not the heart, for their ways. So protect her they did and to her, love they gave freely, from her sisters, their families, her mothers, her father, her brother, and he.
He. How she loved him, how he loved her. A childhood together, a lifetime of knowing. That face, that voice, that laugh, that hair. As sweet and gentle as young love could be, it came upon them, turning a bond of friendship into something more, something that made her sing and hum in her home alone. Something that made him smile more, that gave light to familiar smiles that so soon became adored.
Tradgedy struck, and there our story would have likely ended. With our gentle maiden guilt ridden, grief stricken, pouring out her heart to the endless sea. And he? No where, no where to be seen.
That is where the story could have ended, should have ended, would have ended to, if our gentle little maid, always did what she was told she really ought to do. She was proud, and more, she was loyal and true. He promised to make her his wife, and it was the most wifely thing she could think to do.
She stole away one night, when the waters were cold and the moon lit up the night sky, for in her heart she held tight, if there was no body, there was no way her lover died. So swam, she did, swam, with all of her might. And further and further, her home faded from sight. Until finally, one day, many months past, our gentle sea maid, made it to land, finally and at last.
Remember now children, she was a simple girl, who came from the sea, the land and its people were so very strange and so new to she. And there my darlings, is the beginning of her story.
-The Crone, to her guests
Ilista, child of the sea had swum from the waters that surrounded Trelore to the bay of Archadoon, in search of her beloved. Separated and with no other leads to follow she swam to the place that she knew held interest in his heart. She spent her time, exploring the surface, meeting its inhabitants, and asking, searching if any others had seen another like she.
Ilista had prepared herself to stay in that city of man, to wait for however long for the eventual arrival of the one she sought. She had made friends and companions, with a ladies man, a former slave, her brother, met her first half Thelyri kin who could not dwell beneath the waves, had even thought to learn the surface dwellers form of combat and skills as she waited.
Sadly during her stay in the bay, fire that water could no dampen ravaged the stone city. Ate away at its walls and inhabitants, she fled the searing heat and choking smoke least it seek to ravage her watery home.
Frightened and alone again, Ilista much to her surprise found a passing Thelyri male, Galenr’el, and from him an entire tribe off the costal islands of Ieffreon. There in this sister tribe, the telera rested, she came to grips with her grief and guilt over her brother, as well as Elensar, she even saw herself making a life there among the tribe.
She found a teacher, who began her lessons of the Thelyri style of tattooing. She explored the island briefly and met a curious number and type of males before leaving to return to the bay of Archadoon and to see what had became of the friends she had made when the fire flames had died.
What she had found there was more curious, a letter to her. From one who had promised information, and a chance to save her beloved Elensar. Ilista traveled from Archadoon to the Dolwoods waiting for the chance, eagerly to find her lost intended. It was not by chance that the dark elf Ab’reth Yelkith found the telera in the forest; it had been a scheme he and his sister Ar’ileth had devised. Elensar was in their care, and in his talking, he had told the pair of his soon to be bride and that she would look for him, until the ends of the earth, had told them where exactly she would look, that she would always come for him, and she did.
It was not a decision she thought of greatly, her freedom for Elensars, her life for his. Without a thought Ilista went into slavery for the chance to give freedom to the man she loved.
It was not hard for the telera to adjust, although upon her first night in the cit y below ground, the city of Herozzal, the tiny woman was harshly made aware of the strength and power valued, even among those that were slaves and servants. Eagerly she agreed to the offer of protection from the dark elf that had led her to that hellish place. She accepted Ab’reth as her Keeper, if but for the protection the dark elf could offer the smaller woman, her own she believed to have been set free, who she believed she would never see again.
So Ilista set herself to adjusting to her knew life, and by standard terms, although viewed a slave, as a pet, as a thing, the Yelkith twins treated their toy well. Fond of her in their own twisted way, and the sentiment returned it was an interesting day when both her new Master and Mistress sought the teleras’ company; they had someone they wanted her to meet.
That was by far out of the ordinary but she would not question the one who gave her his protection and bed, the woman who listened to her stories and admired her drawings. So Ilista followed Ar’ileth and Ab’reth back to the slave cells, a place she had not been near since her first night, and came face to face with a ghostly form of her darling.
Elensar had never left, wheatear by his own free will, or because he remained captive, he spoke cruelly to the woman who loved him, rejecting her, insulting her, ignoring her, so quickly to feast his eyes and body upon the female vysstichi present. Ilista cried, heart broken, betrayed it felt by all three that had made up the magnitude of her new world. Her first love, her intended husband had not only rejected her, criticized and insulted, he had betrayed her, their people. It had taken little prodding from the comforting voices and touches of her owners for the shattered telera to draw blade against the throat of the man she had so long sought, as he rutted with no care to her or her feelings.
With the admittance afterwards, that his death had been too swift, and had left her unsatisfied, Ar’ileth Yelkith, a novice in the dark arts of necromancy, sought to give her pet a gift, and reanimated the still warm body of Elensar, much to Ilistas’ shock. In her terror of being confronted and embraced by the reanimated corpse, the telera screamed and struggled and eventually hacked at the corpse giving into rage and lust for pain and destruction until it no longer moved and she was coated in cooling blood.
It was just pinches after that, when a small band of masked slaves set upon the small sea elf, to teach her her place was there claim. While she too was a slave, less than a dog to many, she had no tasks to preform, had a room, had regular meals, had favor from a pair of the matrons child. And with that, the sea elf was a slave, but apart from those of her kind, a brief, aggressive encounter to remind one of their place.
Ilista was taken by surprise, knocked down and beatened, and had it not been for the interference of a passing kitchen slave, the slender sea slave probably would have recieved worse treatment. Her new ally incompacitated one male with a surprise, powerful kick to his crotch but was as like the woman she sought to defend, was knocked to the ground and beaten. It was around this time that a seething Ilista, abit sore but carried high on a rage attacked one of her attackers.
Unexspected brutality, followed by incompatiation, left the small telera with the largest of her attackers, two of them still on the ground, and her would be savior as well. With no weapon, and no change of defeating the larger slave in a fair face to face fight Ilista took the burning tourch she had held before her like a ward against the hulk of male before her, and lowered it to the still form of her female attacker and quickly the flames took hold of the unconious slave.
Her attackers fled, and even her savior wished to run, to flee before the matrons' gaurds found the pair with the smoldering body of a now dead slave and the damning touch in hand. So the two women fled, stopping to clean and wash off the dirt and flith of the fighting, before travelling to Ilistas' room where shortly afterwards, without a sound of warning to the theylris' ears, a knock upon her door resounded within the small room.
A male gaurd stood out in the hall, however shortly as he soon invited himself into the small room with the pair, after a moment the dark elf look from the kitchen slave and the pet of the Yelkith twins and told the women in plain speech that one of them would be killed, made an example of for this crime, while the other spared, for they could be of use. There was a breath of silence, filled of possiblities if only for a second before the one who had came to her defense against their fellow slaves, began to speak, most likely to seek to save her own neck.
Sadly that was not to be, or perhaps it had gone all to plan, before the kitchen slave finished speaking her first word the gaurd slit the womans' neck and there she fell and died on Ilistas' bedroom floor, another betrayl so soon, so quick, perhaps if things had gone a bit differently the telera would have had the chance to try and save one she had foolishly begun to think to be her friend. Now the woman was dead in a cooling pool of blood, and Ilista was left with the male gaurd with the shark like smile.
The investgation was not over the guard told Ilista, even as they agreed that obviously the dead woman was the guilty party, or obviously she would not have been dead. Instructed to see the gaurd the following day to seek the payment it would take to over look her, 'transgression'. The next day I'lista was told that for the crime of killing a slave to the Matrons' daughter, her ownership was transfered, unbeknownst to her current owners. And her task for her continued exsistence would be to take up arms training for the intent of one day murdering Ar'ileth, one of the many daughters of the Yelkith Matron. (TBC)
With Ar'ileth, Ilista took a trip to the surface, Ar'ileth Yelkith on a task from her instructor in the dark arts was sent out to seek out a sculptor to bring back to the dark city for her instructor Matron. As soon as the elven women entered the city of Primus Gaudeo they were met by a human male who seemed harmless enough, enraptured by the prospect of bedding the pair. With little money of their own, and seeing the human as a simple, foolish creature the women went with him to his home. There his attentions increased, even going through the motions to offer the women a glass of wine each.
It was as the new trio were making their way to the bed chamber that the first touches of the toxins began their caress' unnoticed by the females it was actually a misstep of the human that led to the following blood shed. Touches and kisses taken from the slave by the human male did lead to the following unmanning by the dark priestess. However it was Ilista's blade that took the humans life, as the drugs effects became more glaring, and the pounding of footsteps became louder from the warehouse below. (TBC)
After the girls made their escape from the slave trade house, and again from Herozzal after the return to gather a few belongings as well as Ab'reth and Frey, the group made their way North, to the sea port city of Imperia. Away from Herozzal as well as the security and danger of the dark lands, the trio are doing their best to survive, going to taverns and seeking to loot from the fresh, and not so freshly dead, as well return to their personal niches. Away from the dark elf home land, Ilista is given more freedom allowed to wander the human city on her own unaccompanied. In stead of making a dash for freedom, all the more possible with the ready access to the sea, the telera instead does as she has concerning herself with the groups' welfare and survival has begun actually looking into a means of support to be contributed. She goes into the sea for leisure but also to salvage items from the sea floor in the hopes of being able to pawn off the items for realms. While quiet willing to help herself to the sea fishermen's' nets and boxes, the slave has returned to studying one of her passions, tattooing.
(TBC)
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Mid Imperos
Centripax
A Tisket, A Tasket - Ilista may have found Elensar in exchange for much more, Enters Ab'reth Yelkith A Tisket, A Tasket (Invite Only)
38th
Primus Gaudeo
Some Unsuspecting Sculptor - Ar'ileth Yelkith has been given a task from her teacher; the girls go play on the surface Some Unsuspecting Sculptor [Closed]
Ponutis
Experience
White - On going Green - Complete Red - Halted Indefinitely
Trade
15th of Optia - (2 exp - GM Nimh)
Season of Summer Era XIV
Early Brightening
Ieffreon
[Si'laiyne] The Marks That Last Forever [Ilista] - Start of Tattooing Training http://www.aelyria.com/forums/ieffre...er-ilista.html
Misc Skills
Hayan Religion ( 1 xp - GM Aqua)
Second Cycle of Kalendryas in the Season of Winter
Era I of the Celestine Mandate
Era XV Post Fractum
Sharper than a Serpents Tooth http://www.aelyria.com/forums/herozz...nts-tooth.html
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Sealant – black and opaque, waterproof hardens over wounds and flakes off after a brightening or two, found in green and white sea anemones. (Edible, the anemone) Jarred sealant lasts about a month.
Making Inks
Use of transparent Seaweed to trace patterns
Image projection
Inks
Red – A mixture of the orange red translucent seaweed, Tr’ela, and the dark yellow weed, Mealen’e. (Edible)
Moss Green - The Peralaien, a thick pink flower with white stalk and tentacles, produces Moss Green – this color.
Black – S’lien is a thick, dark green seaweed with sacks along its tentacle, the sacks contain the black ink.
Blue - formed from a fleshy pale yellow shellfish found within a round pink shell called a Turl'amii, and a thick, short seaweed of dark blue that tastes sweet called Yalensye.
Yellow - Reslien, a soft orange-ish coral that was hard to mash into a pulp to produces the yellow ink.
Basic Level
The two most important principles of Ataa are to deflect a force and to absorb the force of any attack. With the two principles executed, the student should be able to defend he or herself well enough from aggressors. So the techniques learned at Basic level concentrate on how to deflect attacks like blocks and then punch out with a light blow to neutralize the opponent’s ability to attack, and to incorporate such principles in simple movement and stances. Students are not encouraged to attack, so attacks like outright punches, kicks or any aggressive techniques are not taught.
Three Basic Stances - Like in all schools, the Three Basic Stances are the foundation for the studying of higher levels. Without the Three Basic Stance, it will be hard to proceed on to the higher levels. The Three Basic Stances are basically that of how to stand with the leg in front, the leg side by side and that of balancing on both legs.
Three Basic Steps - From the Stances, the Three Basic Steps are next. The Three Basic Steps is about how to take steps in regards with the principle of Ataa in order to deflect attacks. The Three Basic Steps are that of going in front, backward and to the side.
The Press - The Press is executed with both hands pressing forward along with the movement of the legs forward. At first sight, this looked to be harmless, but with practice, the Press can be used deflect attacks and then to attack. At some instances, the Press can even be used to break grapples.
Whip Hand - The most basic of all hand movements. Basically, the Whip Hand is a technique that used one of the hands to block, and then, using the other hand and a step forward, deliver a whip like attack aimed at the chest of the opponent. Like all techniques in Ataa, the Whip Hand has a few variations.
Elbow Variation - Like the typical whip hand, one is used to block and attack but as contact with the blocking hand it made the attacking limb is grabbed pulled back to throw the opponent off balanced as the elbow of the opposite arm is thrust forward. Can be used in conjunction with the standard Whip Hand.
Linear Mode
