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<blockquote data-quote="KahlessNestor" data-source="post: 7245261" data-attributes="member: 6801311"><p><img src="http://i65.tinypic.com/s6jebb.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p></p><p><a href="https://drive.google.com/open?id=0Bw4vQ37iiQ6Oa0VuRXJUanhZTWM" target="_blank">Risia Kalvesim, Fey Pact Warlock</a><a href="https://drive.google.com/open?id=0Bw4vQ37iiQ6OcFJYcmRPTnNzR00" target="_blank"></a></p><p><a href="https://drive.google.com/open?id=0Bw4vQ37iiQ6OcFJYcmRPTnNzR00" target="_blank"></a></p><p>Risia was born your typical poor, naive village girl in a farming community. She was often in trouble for neglecting her chores and wandering into the forested hills near the village. There was always a bit of dissatisfaction in her life, of wanderlust, a desire to see what was over the next hill. It looked as if her life was destined to be one of a settled marriage and children and keeping a farmstead.</p><p></p><p></p><p>And then Robert Redfur came to town. A big bear of a man with red hair and beard, and a loud, boisterous voice, he brought song and laughter to the local tavern, challenging the strong farm lads to wrestling matches, singing bawdy songs that reddened the ears of chaste housewives even as they laughed.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Risia soaked up Redfur's songs and tales of the wider world. When he went on his way after a fortnight in their village, she quickly packed her few belongings in a sack and the fifteen-year-old climbed out the window into the darkness and found his campsite, begging him to take her as his apprentice.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Too good a man to take advantage of a blossoming young star-struck fan (and, well, she was barely a woman yet! He had some standards!), he took her back to her family, who were shocked and appalled at their daughter's boldness, and arranged for her apprenticeship. A poor family, one less mouth to feed and dowry to produce, they gave their permission.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Risia proved a quick learner, and spent two years with Robert on the road. Then one winter, when she was gathering firewood for their camp in an elven forest, she found a clearing with a strange, large archway of latticed ice. She approached and passed through the arch, unknowingly passing into the Feywild.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Risia found herself inside a large, grand foyer of crystal ice, beautiful and cold. She shivered and found she could not return through the arch, so she explored. She found the most beautiful creature she had ever seen in a room at a harp made of ice. He seemed an elf, but...more, and his melancholy was palpable. Not knowing what to do, and wanting to ease whatever emotional pain he was in, she took up her fiddle and played and danced for him.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Risia's performance pleased the Prince of Frost. He wooed her and won her love, and taught her many secrets of magic and music. She was happier than she ever thought possible, and the Prince seemed so, as well. His touch changed her. White streaked through her red hair. Her skin became pale as snow, her eyes ice blue, and a pale blue snowflake tattoo emerged on her upper chest, just below her throat.</p><p></p><p></p><p>And then one day the Prince came to her. His face was long, the infinite sadness returned. He told her she had to leave, that their time together was at an end. But he told her they would still be connected, for she would be his agent in the mortal world. He gave her three gifts: a pendant of ice to remind her of his cool touch on her breasts, a wand of ice to channel her power, and a strange, colored cube of ice, which he did not explain its purpose, only that it would be revealed in time. And then he sent her through the archway.</p><p></p><p></p><p>She had lost track of time with the Prince, and it was still winter. She went to the camp and found no one. Once she reached a village, she found a year and a day had passed since she had entered the Prince's palace, and no one knew where Robert Redfur had gone after his futile search for the girl that had become like a daughter to him.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Saddened by the loss of her mentor, she vowed go continue his work in bringing joy, song, and laughter to the people. Some call her the Snow Singer and claim her wrath can bring winter sooner or make it last longer, but her pleasure can bring an end to the snows. They often clamor for her performances in late winter. Those less friendly to magic sometimes call her the Winter Witch.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="KahlessNestor, post: 7245261, member: 6801311"] [IMG]http://i65.tinypic.com/s6jebb.jpg[/IMG] [URL="https://drive.google.com/open?id=0Bw4vQ37iiQ6Oa0VuRXJUanhZTWM"]Risia Kalvesim, Fey Pact Warlock[/URL][URL="https://drive.google.com/open?id=0Bw4vQ37iiQ6OcFJYcmRPTnNzR00"] [/URL] Risia was born your typical poor, naive village girl in a farming community. She was often in trouble for neglecting her chores and wandering into the forested hills near the village. There was always a bit of dissatisfaction in her life, of wanderlust, a desire to see what was over the next hill. It looked as if her life was destined to be one of a settled marriage and children and keeping a farmstead. And then Robert Redfur came to town. A big bear of a man with red hair and beard, and a loud, boisterous voice, he brought song and laughter to the local tavern, challenging the strong farm lads to wrestling matches, singing bawdy songs that reddened the ears of chaste housewives even as they laughed. Risia soaked up Redfur's songs and tales of the wider world. When he went on his way after a fortnight in their village, she quickly packed her few belongings in a sack and the fifteen-year-old climbed out the window into the darkness and found his campsite, begging him to take her as his apprentice. Too good a man to take advantage of a blossoming young star-struck fan (and, well, she was barely a woman yet! He had some standards!), he took her back to her family, who were shocked and appalled at their daughter's boldness, and arranged for her apprenticeship. A poor family, one less mouth to feed and dowry to produce, they gave their permission. Risia proved a quick learner, and spent two years with Robert on the road. Then one winter, when she was gathering firewood for their camp in an elven forest, she found a clearing with a strange, large archway of latticed ice. She approached and passed through the arch, unknowingly passing into the Feywild. Risia found herself inside a large, grand foyer of crystal ice, beautiful and cold. She shivered and found she could not return through the arch, so she explored. She found the most beautiful creature she had ever seen in a room at a harp made of ice. He seemed an elf, but...more, and his melancholy was palpable. Not knowing what to do, and wanting to ease whatever emotional pain he was in, she took up her fiddle and played and danced for him. Risia's performance pleased the Prince of Frost. He wooed her and won her love, and taught her many secrets of magic and music. She was happier than she ever thought possible, and the Prince seemed so, as well. His touch changed her. White streaked through her red hair. Her skin became pale as snow, her eyes ice blue, and a pale blue snowflake tattoo emerged on her upper chest, just below her throat. And then one day the Prince came to her. His face was long, the infinite sadness returned. He told her she had to leave, that their time together was at an end. But he told her they would still be connected, for she would be his agent in the mortal world. He gave her three gifts: a pendant of ice to remind her of his cool touch on her breasts, a wand of ice to channel her power, and a strange, colored cube of ice, which he did not explain its purpose, only that it would be revealed in time. And then he sent her through the archway. She had lost track of time with the Prince, and it was still winter. She went to the camp and found no one. Once she reached a village, she found a year and a day had passed since she had entered the Prince's palace, and no one knew where Robert Redfur had gone after his futile search for the girl that had become like a daughter to him. Saddened by the loss of her mentor, she vowed go continue his work in bringing joy, song, and laughter to the people. Some call her the Snow Singer and claim her wrath can bring winter sooner or make it last longer, but her pleasure can bring an end to the snows. They often clamor for her performances in late winter. Those less friendly to magic sometimes call her the Winter Witch. [/QUOTE]
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