#thessali

[gemsofgreece]

Young woman attending the annual meeting of the Sarakatsani, a traditionally nomadic Greek tribe dwelling in the mountains of Greece and other South Balkan countries. The meeting takes place in Pertoúli, Thessaly. 

Photo credit: Hercules Milas  Source:  visitthessaly.gr

[tilthedayidice]

I'd like to request a character palette for Thessali, my changeling Arcanist! Changelings in Pathfinder are the direct children of hags who struggle with the urge to do evil things and eventually become hags themselves. She's got long black hair with lots of white streaks and heterochromia (one eye dark grey, one unnaturally poison green) thanks to her hag heritage, as well as budding horns! She wears lots of dark greens and pale gold and tends towards (military) lolita fashion. When she isn't using mind magic to exercise control over her enemies, she favors pyromancy whose flames are as green as her eye. She also has a familiar in the shape of a little black-and-white winged piglet that can sniff out lies and evil.

Thessali herself is a huge nerd, a workaholic, and may come off as uptight and distant, but she always has a soft spot for her fiancé, a bastard-born rogue (who happens to be a descendant of the campaign's Big Bad). She tries her best to be a nice and gentle person, but that's not always easy when your hag blood pushes you to be manipulative and power-hungry. Still, Thessali uses her drive, ambition and powerful magic to fight for the rights of the downtrodden in order to become the good person she wasn't meant to be.

Chessex Gemini Astral Blue/Whiye

Chessex Plasama Gemini

Chessex Ivory Marble

Dice Envy Holoverse

Dice Envy D-Lucks

LegendaryPants Champaign

CrystalMaggie White Turquoise

[lipsie]

"Orelia, why can your stoat cast divine magic???"

[latrakia]

Timeless artifacts... Meteora, Thessali.

Timeless artifacts… Meteora, Thessali.

The road… Oh! the road always a promise… The road is sweet, the road has hidden magic, wanderings.

Where to go of there? A world of treasures and miracles ahead… I will be an explorer.. definitely an explorer.

Let me see you closer…

Rocks like gems, carved by rivers, illustrated by the wind, standing proudly against time.

Wave me your hand, to wave you back. Give me your hand and I…

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[tendrokos]

(Story) To Find One and Lose Another.

Tendrokos trots his Felsteed on a small dirt road, its hoof clopping softly as he makes his way deep into the heart of Duskwood. The thick array of trees blocked all the moonlight, draping the woods in a thick haunting darkness, something he didn’t seem to mind. The trees surrounding him were bare, as everything was in this forest. Big thick cobwebs hung down from the branches, giving the trees a hunted look. Like they would come to life and attach him at any given moment. 

His Felsteed trotted slowly, unlike most horses, he wasn’t fazed by the eerie look of the forest. He wasn’t much to look at; he looked almost like a common black horse. Normally it had flaming hoofs, burning tail and a fiery mane. Its eyes burning a bright orange like molten lava. But due to their journey, treading deep into Alliance territory, the horse looked almost normal at a glance. Its hoofs and tail smoldered softly and its black mane lay across the side of its neck, only smoking a bit from the heat it produced.

The two of them made their way slowly into the woods. Tendrokos keeping his eyes peeled for wandering Humans and such. He dismissed the idea of teleporting here, in fear he might appear in the middle of a human camp. He wished to spill as little blood as possible, for now.

After some time, he finally reached the center of the eerie forest. He pulls out and old map and scans it, making sure he was in the right place. He looks up; spotting the hills that rose up in front of him, if his map was correct, this hill wound make a circle around the middle of the forest, creating what the Night Elves called Twilight Grove.  Despite the hill being well over sixty feet, the trees managed to rise up above the hills.

He scans the land, looking for the easiest way up. His eyes fall upon a path that might have been there long ago, but now it was worn with animal tracks, making its way up the cliff. He slides off his horse, pulling his hood farther over his face. With a snap of his fingers, his horse morphs into his father’s golden staff.  With a smile he picks it up and begins making his way up the path, using it as his walking stick.

After some hiking, he reaches the top of the hill, unable to see too far ahead of himself due to the fog, he makes his way down the opposite side of the cliff. As he walks he comes across an ancient Night Elf light post. He stops to inspect it for a second; the post was nothing more than plant roots, swirled up into a pole by the Elves. The post was just as tall as him; the top was lit with a small blue ball of light. The light seemed to be the only thing that illuminated what lay in front of him.

The path leads to a massive set of stone stairs, the ruins of once a great elven portal lay at the top. To the left of the portal was a small moonwell, shining bright under the small looking gazebo that enclosed it. To the right was an old Night Elf table and chair, handcrafted with one of their ancient trees long ago.

On the table sat nothing but a few old sheets of parchment and an ancient Elven lute. The lute was crafted with intense care and focus, every detail was outlined deeply. Above him the cover of trees broke in a small circle around the little valley he was standing it. The moon was out, but was constantly covered up by passing clouds, making it as dark as the forest he was in moments before.

Tendrokos walks over to the seat at the table, setting his staff on the table and picking the lute up. He runs his hand along the textured wood, smiling at the craftsmanship. He pulls out the his necklace, the faint light glowed softly from the dying enchantment that had kept him happy all these years. He sighs and sets it on the table as he tests the string, making sure they were still in working order.

After a few minutes of tuning and testing, he begins to play a song he had memorized. Something that could only work to reveal the secret he had hidden here long ago. After a few chords, he softly begins to sing. His notes were heavy with sadness. singing not only for what he came for, but for the dying enchantment from Thessali had given him:

  "I'm lying on the moon

My dear, I'll be there soon

It's a quiet and starry place

Time's we're swallowed up

In space we're here a million miles away

  There's things I wish I knew

There's no thing I'd keep from you

It's a dark and shiny place

But with you my dear

I'm safe and we're a million miles away

  We’re lying on the moon

It’s a perfect afternoon

Your shadow follows me all day

Making sure that I'm

Okay and we’re a million miles away"

  Soon after he finishes, the moon breaks through the clouds, illuminating the ground around him. Soon the ground near him beings to rumble, a small chest rises slowly from the ground, surrounded by a spell he put on it many years ago. He slowly opens the chest, pull out a small stack of parchments. The pages were covered in spell and runes, something he hid away to use in a time like this.

He stuffs the pages in his pocket and turns to take his necklace. He stops as he realizes that the faint light of the necklace has died, leaving him forever. A single tear rolls down his eye as he finally feels the pain and the sorrow of his lose.

With that he takes the cold necklace and puts it in his pocket with the pages, and grabs his staff.

It was time to leave that all behind...  

[bluepassions]

[tendrokos]

(Snippet) Withdraw

Tendrokos paces around his library. He was sweating and had a wild look in his eyes. Recently he had given up his enchanted necklace at Amariesse's party. Using it to decorate the tree. It was given to him from Thessali, the women he first fell in love with. She gave it to him only a few days before she died. It was enchanted to shine with love and happiness, always helping him to remember her. But since he has given it up, he feels.....empty. Like he lost part if himself. Over the past 8 years he has had that necklace, always wearing it. But now, that it is gone. He is feeling the withdraw. He stops pacing and sit down at the desk, planning to write a letter to Amariesse, tell her why he was upset. He stares down at the parchment, not finding the words to use. He shakes his head and throws the parchment behind him. He continues to pace around. But the long hours of doing so had made him tired. He stumbles over to the small bar that was set up near the door out of his library. Hoping to drown his sorrow in the delight of intoxication.

[tendrokos]

A Lover in Two Worlds

Tendrokos paces around his home, his footsteps echo and vibrate throughout the erie and quiet house. He seems to be thinking, thinking hard about something.

A cup of hot tea sits on his desk, untouched. After a long time of pacing, he stops, his eyes looking towards the tea. He walks slowly to his desk, grabbing the cup and lifting it to his face. It was a basic green tea, the steam drifted off and rolling around his face. He takes a deep breath of the hot steam, and takes a small sip.

He sets it down and walks over to the window, staring out upon the quiet city. Being early morning, most people were still asleep, enjoying the comforts of a warm bed.

Tendrokos sighs, wishing he could get some sleep. But he had been unable to sleep peacefully, his mind has been filled with thoughts of Lady Amariesse.

Amariesse, his passion for her was more than he had ever expected! Why does he feel this way? He hair, locks of blond flows down to her shoulder like a golden waterfall, her posture, like someone of high social status. Her eyes! Those doorways to the soul! they glow and shine whenever he look upon them! But the one thing he really loves about her is her personality, the way she is caring, sweet, and respectful. All at the same time!

Tendrokos stops his train of thought as he realizes why her loves her so much. Everything about her reminds him of someone else he had once loved. Thessali.

Suddenly his happy and loving mood takes a fatal turn as he thinks back to his past lover. Tears begin to gleam in his eyes, remembering the last time he had seen her. He reaches his had up to his neck, and takes out a necklace hidden under his robe. It was small, but big enough to make out a figure of a silver women, looking as if she was spinning. Small silver lines surrounded her, adding to the effect. When he touched it, the necklace began to glow white. Like it had magical properties.

He collapses into the nearest chair, unable to keep himself standing as he mind floods with thoughts of both her and Amariesse. A mix of old and new love flows together in the same river. Passion and grief clash together, fighting for the control of his mind.

After a long period of time, he finally returns to a normal state of mind, releasing the necklace and slipping it back under his robe. He gets up slowly, wishing for another drink of tea. He walks back to his desk, were his lukewarm tea was waiting for him.

As he drinks his tea, he thinks to himself; "Perhaps I will write to Amariesse later today, I miss her letters. Maybe she will need help setting up for the Winter Veil." He finishes his tea, and sets down the empty cup on his desk. "But first, I need some rest."

Tendrokos shuffles slowly to his bedroom, he can still feel the necklace humming, his mind still flooded with thoughts of Thessali. He reaches his bed, he undresses to only his underwear, and the necklace. He lays down on his bed, and sleep overtook him almost instantly.

As he drifts off, the necklace begins to fade, the humming slowed, and by the time he is asleep, the necklace was as cold and as quiet as the house. Leaving Tendrokos alone with his sadness.