Her name and a Vah Shir friend of hers are
based on a 1970`s British cartoon series called “Crystal Tipps and Alistair”,
about a little red-headed girl and her magical adventures with her pet cat. This
reflects the cheeky and fun nature to this character to be found in-game. Once
joint guild leader of a British based guild “Life of Saryrn”, Crystaal and her
partner Tildaak merged the guild into House of Wargoth for even greater
adventures, and has never regretted doing so.
You still seem interested; do you wish to learn more? Come closer and I will
tell you a story….
Born in Kelethin, Crystaal’s mother and father were traders by nature, roaming
far and wide to seek that bargain and bring back home that glittering item so
desperately sought after in the leafy tree city. Whilst travelling they used to
leave the young wood elf in the care of the heartwood master, knowing she would
be safe. Her mother stroked her cheek, “Don’t worry Crystaal, we will be back
soon; and when you are a bit older you can come with us.” Her father hugged her.
“I wish you wouldn’t go this time, you know they can’t be trusted – I’m sure it
is them that set the orcs against us”, the heartwood master said as he looked
out the window of the druid guild. “You concern yourself too much…” Crystaal’s
father said under a nervous smile avoiding eye contact; “...Let us gather up our
things, we have a long way to travel to Neriak”.” Crystaal sat on the wooden
floor, an innocent – playing with a twig she had found and smiled up at her
father. “I will be back soon little one, I promise”, he said, and kissed her on
her cheek. But that was a promise that could not be kept, and her parents did
not return that day.
As you probably know, elven children are rare, and although elves live a long
time not many are born. Crystaal did not miss out on any love or attention, and
everyone grouped in to take care of her. The heartwood master taught her the
ways of a druid and Tunare, mother of all. She learnt quickly and well and it
wasn’t long before he was yet again saying “Glad to see you again Crystaal, use
your skills wisely...” As the seasons passed she developed many skills; a lot
useful in some of the many battles she encountered; such as to heal, travel
quickly and to shield her companions. Along the way, she also learnt how to
tailor her own armour, bake and make useful items and take people to the
locations the desired. Maybe these skills were there from her parents, but they
helped her gain friends along the way. She had no need to learn how to despise
orcs and evil races, those skills were already buried deep within her heart from
a burning desire for revenge, something which always seemed to help her blade
strike true.
One day while sitting beneath a tree in Surefall Glade, letting cool water
dabble around her feet; resting from a long days travel, a soft voice spoke
behind her, “You know you aren’t allowed to do that…the creatures of the forest
may be harmed from the smell of your feet”. Crystaal quickly turned around, and
the stranger smiled mischievously. “I didn’t hear you” Crystaal said. “Of course
you didn’t” – his bow and presence in this place was enough for Crystaal to know
he was a ranger. “My name is Tildaak” he said, smiling warmly and helping her to
her feet. At first they became friends, Crystaal teaching him some of the art of
magic, and Tildaak showing her how to hunt her prey. But fighting close
together, it quickly developed into much more. Soon they were lovers, as well as
best friends. They worked well together and people often hired them to rid them
of evil creatures that plagued their lands, developing a good reputation in and
out of battle.
On the last adventure they spent together, Crystaal was busy taking people to
Kithicor forest for battle. The sky seemed to glow a crimson red. “I don’t like
it” Crystaal said. “I have to support Avatar of Tunare…I have to” he said, and
lifted his bow across his shoulders, “You concern yourself too much” – those
words stuck like a knife in Crystaals throat, somewhere she could remember them
from long ago. Suddenly, he handed her the very valuable Firiona rose, and began
to wobble on one knee. “Marry me?” he said, “I promise Ill bring you the ring
after the battle”. His blue eyes gleamed up at her hopefully. Crystaal bent down
and looked into his eyes, “I was wondering when you would ever ask…” she said,
and hugged him. His friends pulled him up and away with them. Crystaal listened
to the battle chants and watched as they began to disappear over the horizon,
and as she saw Tildaak leave the safety of the commonlands, a tear rolled down
her cheek.
At this moment in time, Crystaal is searching for Tildaak and has heard tales
that he has survived and is looking for her. Alistair her loyal servant has even
been sent to the moon to ask his relatives if they have seen him. She always
seems to miss him, either moments before or after someone has last seen him.
Sometimes she wonders if it is a cruel joke, it’s as though a rift between time
and space has broken them apart. Time and again she goes to visit good friends
for help or support, especially the enchanter Yaedaien who is known throughout
the lands for his kindness and wisdom. “Oh Yaedaien, will I ever see him again?”
she often asks, and always the answer is the same; “Don’t lose hope Crystaal,
the future is still uncertain”.
