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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ham2anv" data-source="post: 2249786" data-attributes="member: 2524">Aeryn Salar, Elf PaladinAeryn Salar was born in Thrane in 698 YK to a prominent family of Thaliost craftsmen. Raised a devout follower of the Silver Flame, Aeryn was still a little shocked when she first heard the voice of the Flame whispering to her heart on dark, lonely nights. The tug of her calling compelled her toward Flamekeep, but responsibilities in the family business kept her tied to her home well into her 13th decade.A momentous event changed Aeryn's life forever. In 830 YK, a horrific spree of killings occurred in Thaliost, gripping the city in terror for an entire winter. The local Archbishop called an inquisition to root out who or what was responsible, but months stretched on and no one was captured.One night, Aeryn returned home to find the door to her father's smithy slightly open. The sound of struggle came from within. As she pushed the door open, she saw a hulking shape bash a great, hairy paw into the side of her father's skull, sending him crumpling to the floor. Her father had obviously done the beast great harm; a silver-coated longsword was gripped in her hand, covered in blood that looked black against the crimson reflection of forge-fire. The beast had a hideous face with a pronounced snout and sharp, glistening teeth; after a moment, a single word filled Aeryn's mind: werewolf.With single-minded fury, Aeryn pulled a blade from the table beside the door and lifted it into the light. The silver that had made her father rich glistened on the blade, and a glimmer of recognition shone in the beast's eyes. It pulled itself up to its full height, but the blood streaming down its sides belied its attempt at intimidation. With a bound, it jumped over Aeryn and bounded off into the night. The young woman gave chase immediately.Through the streets, cloaked in shadow, Aeryn chased the beast. It wasn't until she was half-way down the blind alley that she realized her mistake. One thing lycanthropes possess that sets them above mere animals is a vicious cunning. This one had set its trap well, landing easily behind Aeryn as she spun around, sword raised high.The fight was a confusing blur of blade, claw, and a mysterious silver fire that enveloped Aeryn's blade as she slashed blindly at the beast. In the end, Aeryn barely stood, silver blade thrust into the churned up dirt of the alley. The body on the ground was shrinking, resuming the form of a nobleman whose name the elf-maid could not immediately bring to mind. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Aeryn worried about the city watch finding her over a nobles body. A voice, warm and motherly, whispered softly to her: "Be not afraid, child. Your life is not meant for so mean an end."The next day, Aeryn presented her near-crippled body to the Cathedral of the Silver Flame. She had already given the Flame her soul; what more was a little flesh?DescriptionAeryn Salar is a stately elven woman past the middle of her years. Her hair is thick, straight, and silver, shining just slightly with a hint of the gold of her youth. Lines around her grey eyes show her age, but her vision is clear and her muscles still have strength left in them. Despite having served the Flame for nearly 170 years, through the Lycanthrope Purge and the Last War, Aeryn still feels as if there is something she has yet to complete. She is cautious and meticulous, never rushing into the kind of situations that should have left her dead decades ago.</blockquote>

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