Orodlote_Lindale

It means song of the mountain flower ~ When asked about the meaning of her name
An elven adventuring druid of the Crystalts_L
Age: Elven equivalent to 18

As the sky painted itself red and the twilight of the longest day of the year started. The lungs of the only daughter of the chief of the tribe failed to work. The family looked at the baby in despair as tears flowed from their eyes. But then the moon came out and its silver rays dropepd on the child who started to cry. The old crone helping the chief looked outside and murmured something in a tongue that no one but other druids were allowed to know. But the child grew well.

Years had passed and the baby grew into a girl. Wild like the wind. running trough the steppes with the other kids. Always trying to run the fastest. To jump the highest. To sing the loudest and to prove her mastery of the ehta and the cu like her mother father and older brothers.

The child curiosity and tenacity drew the attention of the spirits and one night the mountain wind called to her waking her up in the family tent. Looking around she saw her family sleeping and then she heard the howl that'd change her life. Running out the child barely 12 summers of age crossed the steppe away from the safety of the camp's fires finding herself lost. She held her Ehta tightly looking around for any sign of movement when she spotted it. The Great white wolf.

The beast had taken the lives of many hunters and powerful beasts. Having gone mad te wolf had started its path of death by killing its own pack and then had taken the great beasts of the steppes and the hunters among the people of the desert.

She got ready to fight. As she was being circled by the wolf she got ready for the impact when a red blur passed by her. A coyote had tackled the wolf and she joined the fight. The coyote and her fought all trough the night the sound of the battle echoing in the distance hunting parties coming together to the same path where they found the child driving the spear trough the wolf's chest. Her clothes tathered from the fighting. Her body covered in both hers and the wolf's blood letting out a primal roar before falling to her knees and breaking into tears as the odler hunters slowly aproached the child. Too young for this they all silently agreeded before the crone seemingly appeared from nowere demanding everyone's attention

The memory of that night still chases her. It was the night she was chosen to join the moon circles and the druids of her people. A neutral group not affiliated with any tribe staying away from their fights and mediating peace. Finishing her training in the druidic arts the young elf is looking to the horizon and the adventures it promises