+ the past

Native to the Alf Royal Forest, Lady Aura grew up in a respect noble household. While not royalty herself, she shares the name and lineage of her father’s brother, King Dennavar Ljos Alf who presides over the forest and its inhabitants. As a noble, it was expected that she would be brought up properly to set an example. Thus, Aura was tutored in many subjects growing up, between etiquette, history, a few languages, and ultimately magic.
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Though, Aura was fascinated by the outside world, always wanting to learn more about other lands and who ruled them. However, her family and other High Elves frowned on the subject, pushing her to solely focus on their traditions and people. Discussions about leaving brought harsh punishment to anyone that freely gossiped, and she came to the impression that her uncle’s rule was cruel.
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Around fifty years of age, Aura witnessed a prisoner being transported in the outskirts of their city. Her frame was invisible in the high boroughs of a tree, and she watched the actions of her people carefully. The body they pulled from the buggy was not as tall as a male elf, but more muscular in comparison. Tan skin peeked from underneath his tattered shirt, and his green eyes glistened in contrast to his dark messy hair. Though she had not seen one prior, she knew this being was a Human, and his imprisonment was due to trespassing, --or at least that is the conclusion she came to on the spot.
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Receding back to her mansion, she sat quietly at the dinner table, her mind caught on the image of the man struggling against his captors. It was just the two of them, at each end of the large table, an empty seat between them serving as a reminder of her late mother. A slight uncoordinated movement tipped over her wine glass, alerting her father who was previously none the wiser of her daydreaming.

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“Aura, what has your attention other than a dinner with your family?” he asked, to which she meekly bit at her bottom lip. She wouldn’t have called this a family gathering, instead feeling it resembled torture more so.
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Picking up the spilt chalice, she feigned eye contact and continued to peruse her food with her utensils. “I saw something on the outskirts today while I was picking herbs.”
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The room went silent, forks and knives being set against the tablecloth slowly as his eyes burned into her. “And what were you doing outside of the city, and playing in the dirt no less?”
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Some part of her felt that he knew she had seen the prisoner, which would make the following conversation all that more difficult. “I needed them to practice incantations tomorrow, --and no I did not send a servant to fetch them because I felt this is something I had to do myself.”
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“So what did you see?”
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Another moment of silence, which carried on for minutes finally ended with Aura revealing that she had seen the prisoner, showing an amount of intrigue. This didn’t sit well with her father, who immediately stood from the table to discipline his daughter, removing her from the table and sending her to her room. Defeated, she felt anger and hatred towards her fathers patriarchy point of view. Vengeance stirred up inside her, and she hatched a plan to show her father what she was actually capable of.
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Aura scaled the mansion wall, the new moon darkening the city as she made her way to the barracks. The path was met with little resistance, and soon she stood in front of the metal cage that housed the human. What conclusion did she want to come to in releasing a prisoner? That was treason by all standards and ultimately could get the prisoner executed in the end.
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Despite that, she removed the lock and opened the door to the man’s freedom. He was tentative, before devoting himself to the cause by following her every move. It was easy to slip past the few remaining guards, but getting passed the border guard would be entirely different. Not often did they watch for someone sneaking out of the forest instead of in.
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It was futile in the end, as their escape proved to be too easy in the end. They were spotted crossing a small ravine and immediately surrounded. She didn’t fight against her fate, and was brought before her uncle and her father.
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Surprised of her actions, they sent for her execution, but her father instead moved that she be banished from her home. He showed mercy at the last moment, despite his prior behaviour, but perhaps his mercy was more of a punishment than death in the end.
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She left the forest, lingering in neighboring cities before moving into Orario. Opportunity surrounded her, she would only have to reach out and take it.

+ the present

To be continued after development

Spell - Aero

Aero is an attack spell using the element of wind. While concentrating, the caster will speak the short chant, and streams of wind will surround the target, moving at a high velocity to begin cutting at the surface of the enemy. 1-2 inch cuts can shred skin and clothing easily, but will do little damage against targets with tougher hide and skin.[break][break]
CHANT: "turmoil in tempest"