Felwroth Personalites - Ellyjoybell

The city of Whiterook stood empty for centuries.  Generations came and passed as the once bright spires turned to rot and chalk.  It was the origin of the devastation that seeped out for miles in all directions.  An abyssal withering that settled into every living and non-living thing and warped every form.

As surrounding towns started to fall, people started to flee to the south, east, and west.  Those that fled West perished while clawing the iron walls of the Dwarven kingdoms of Ravenstone Hall, Those that fled South were enveloped by the snow and ground underfoot by the frost giants who bore no intrusion to their lands.  And those who fled east founded the now famed city of Kivesk with help of the Javarran people.

A small number braved fleeing north, over the turbulent and demon-churning waters.  The Gnomes of Vyllingorn were people of fey origin, and feared for their bloodlines of magic.  It was magic, after all, that brought ruin to Whiterook.  It was magic that twisted the minds of the Amantiir mage-kings, whispered its dark tidings, invited the smoke of the Abyss into their lungs and, ultimately, destroyed the bloodwell under the city.

Few of the Vyllingorian Gnomes made it to safe shores.  Their boats piloted by fey spirits found themselves drowning in the raking grasp of the cold sea.  But a few hand-fulls managed to land on the Isles north of Hammerung, and they managed to make home of the rocky, verdant forests and fields.

Ellyjoybell Is one of the descendants of those hearty people.  She bore much of their adventurous spirit, though her proclivity for getting into trouble wasn't a trait held fondly by her family.  She felt restless in those deeper woods, and wanted to see broader horizons than those veiled by the Sylvan magic of her elders.

The young gnome read the many tales of the Godwoken, the generation of mortals that had ascended.  Their trials were well known among the nations of the Aegencald and even Valhaadrune.  The first of the Lorrnathi Gods stood among them, the Runecarver of Korrune dwelt in the Dwarven halls, and the Voice of the Arcanum all had their start in Kivesk, a city so very close to where her people had lived centuries before.

Notions of making her way to Kivesk and finding a way to not only make her own mark on the world like those fabled heroes did, but to somehow make right and put to rest the ghosts of her ancestors started to creep their way into her wistful sighs and hopeful looks over the waters.

She finally couldn't hold those ideas in just the edges of thought alone.  She ached to set foot out in the world, away from shadows and simple greenery.  While her family tried to reason with her.. She barely knew how to wield a blade, and didn't have armor that fit her, she promised to come back to them.

She promised that she'd bring tale of what happened to those ancestors long passed to little more than hushed story.

A tiny boat dotted the broad horizon that very evening.