Triple Bio: Alfhild, Fink, And Theresa SeaAlfhildTriple Bio: Alfhild, Fink, And Theresa Sea by scorrius
Race: Scarlet Elf
Height: 112 feet
Skin: Red tinted
Eyes: Green (Scar over left eye)
Hair: A vivid Scarlet (long)
Alfhild, one of the many inhabitants of Elvina, however no one knows how she got th ere, besides perhaps the archmage Elvina(no one wants to ask) and a homeless man known only as G. If one asks her themselves, she'll simply chuckle, before shrugging, and saying the past is the past, only the present matters, while touching the scar the mars her visage with a look of sadness in her eyes similar to the look you see in the eyes of a king overthrown by his own son who he loved more than anything else as he is led towards the guillotine. She is well known to prey on adventures near Elvina, which she of course denies, despite the fact she sells the spoils of her meals (Stolen treasure, and equipment covered in Saliva) at the various shops of Elvina instead of paying with coin. Seems to have taken a Interest in the newest employee of the Swe
Moving on up part 10: wild night in Elvina part 2Part 2Moving on up part 10: wild night in Elvina part 2 by scorrius
My jaw still ached, but it didn't matter, I had finally managed to get a date with Evaline. I mean sure there was a third wheel in the form of a scarlet elf, but she was far more romance friendly than Salty, Flint, or Cami. I mean she was even paying for our meal. I giggled at Evaline's expression of embarrassment, which was honestly when she was her most adorable, seeing as it made her look like a scared little kitten.
"So, how do you and Evaline know eachother?" The elf asked with the same velvety voice as before.
"Oh I tried to eat her and her father" I said absentmindedly as I swallowed down another disappointing morsel, the lack of squirming kind of took all the enjoyment out of it. The elf smiled as she slowly drank a rather sugary concoction that was strangely void of any sort of live snack.
"Ah yes she told me about that" the elf said chuckling "My name is Alfhild, incase you were wondering what to call me".
"I wasn't" I replied "but I do wonder how exactly you
Elvina and its inhabitants bios, part 1Part 1: The magical protectors and riverside sweets.Elvina and its inhabitants bios, part 1 by scorrius
The city of lights and noise. It was founded by entrepreneur and adventure, Gart Elvina, a man who had it all, money, power, and ego the size of the sun. It started off as a simple rest stop for adventures near the river that cuts the city in half, but Gart had other things planned for it, and so he contacted men and women like him, ones that wanted to make a quick buck in the untamed world of Felarya. Among them was the first and current Archmagus of Elvina, a title he gave himself the second he stepped foot into the ring of tents, abandoning any name he had before, it is wildly believed he lost his mind on his journey to Elvina. Soon buildings of stone and timber sprouted up alongside the colossal trees, replacing the tents that started this "wonderful" city. People of all kinds flocked to toss their dice in with this grand gamble of a city, including predators that wished to live easier lives or get an easy meal for once in
Moving on up part 9: Wild night in Elvina Part 1Moving on up part 9: A wild night in Elvina : part 1Moving on up part 9: Wild night in Elvina Part 1 by scorrius
A city out of place among its surroundings, overflowing with the trappings of more civilized worlds with neon lights illuminating the stone streets and far more than one questionably legal business. Surprisingly, The amount of deaths of those that dwell within attributed to the hunger of those that tower above them is surprisingly low. An oddity even in a strange world such as Felarya. Elvina, the city of lights and noise, a spawning ground for all sorts of people, from the selfless beggar to the greedy guard. Quite an exciting place, one wonders how long it will last before it is nothing but a memory and a few decrepit buildings, but why worry about the future? Live, celebrate, and always keep your back to the wall, for one never knows when the celebration will turn to mourning.
This city was, strange. That's the only word for it, strange. From the outside looking in it looked dead, almost abandoned. But from the insid