The Looming Flames
Tulin’dranadel, known as “Tulin,” was born to moderately successful Grey Elven merchants in the Gnarley Forest. Her father, Ronadel Tangarden runs an herborium of no small repute. Because of the business, Tulin’s family had more dealings with non-elven races than most grey elves, and possessed a more accepting attitude than is common. From a young age, Tulin resented her family’s attitude toward the clumsy, stupid, short-lived races. Her parents pressured her to learn the family business, but Tulin always considered growing and selling herbs to be a dull and dreary existence.
From a young age, Tulin stood out among her family. She was strong, incredibly agile, and hardy. She had a head for the books and the personality to make sales, but the life of a merchant held no appeal. She avoided the shop whenever possible, always volunteering to climb trees to collect valuable mosses and lichens. The sight of young Tulin clambering among the tree, stuffing mosses and lichens into pouches on her cloak was an everyday occurrence that earned her the name “Tulin Greenback” among the townsfolk.
Her mother, Lin’tula Woodcaller, is well-known locally for her cooking prowess. Tulin did learn an appreciation for the culinary arts from her mother, and refuses to set off on a journey without a healthy supply of cooking spices.
Tulin’s life changed when she met the Bladesinger Grakul Taletreader. He ventured into the Gnarley woods hunting for a particularly vicious pack of wild boars that had seriously injured several nearby villagers. Tulin, entranced by the sight of him, took to the treetops and followed after him, jumping from tree to tree. She watched him single-handedly attack a group of 7 boars, thrilling to the song of his blade. When he launched magic fire from his hand, (Tulin’s first sight of true magic), Tulin gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. Unfortunately, this left her with no grip on the tree and she fell in front of one of the angry boars. Grabbing a broken branch, Tulin proceeded to fend off the boar’s attacks long enough for Grakul to finish the rest of the pack and cleave the attacking boar’s head in two.
Impressed by the young elf’s courage and skill, he invited young Tulin to train with his sword guild. Tulin took to the training like nothing else in her life. Her passion for the bladesong surpassed even her love of cooking. Gone were her relaxing afternoon swims in the creek, replaced by hours of swordplay and studying ancient tomes to learn the tenets of magic. Tulin had no great love of the ancient tomes, preferring action to sitting at a musty desk, but she was a dutiful study and worked hard at understanding the theory of spellcraft as well as its practice.
Eventually, Tulin became a member in good standing of the guild, whose symbol is a leaping cooshee. She has a tattoo across her back of the leaping cooshee in front of a tree. The tree forms a somewhat stylized T, and she has taken this image as her personal symbol, and has it sewn into her travelling cloak.
Finished with her training, Tulin set out to make a name for herself in the world. Her motivations were initially selfish: Tulin wanted to perfect her skills and earn fame through her deeds. Helping others was an unimportant byproduct of this. However, within her first few days as an adventurer, Tulin received a rude awakening from the world. Faced with the chaos and evil of the world outside her sheltered bubble, Tulin was forced to radically rethink her motivations. After seeing the cycle of suffering that evil causes, Tulin dedicated herself to making the world a better place. That new journey begins today…