"For now you are reborn, treechild. Become the excellence you are meant to be."
Qellerion, the Green Hand
Nikelas was born one-hundred and two springs ago, near the Queenstree, the holiest of elvengrounds. She possessed a talent for capturing the attention and interest of others, not only with words, but with her mere presence and gracious movements. As a part of her acolyte training, she was sent on a pilgrimage with others young acolytes to the few remaining elven sanctuaries scattered across Feyland.
Despite her constant joy and spontaneity along the pilgrimage, she took it very seriously. She dismissed all other matters throughout her path - even the matters of the heart. Some acquaintances would say she was a little obsessed about her training in the Faith.
Nikelas' life changed forever ten years ago when she was at the farthermost elven sanctuary of Qëllaren, near the boundaries of the Feylands. A numerous group of human mercenaries attacked and destroyed the elven compound at daylight, killing almost every elf.
Almost, for Nikelas survived. Despair and grief took over, and she screamed the pain of a hundred souls.
And she was heard. Qellerion, the Green Hand, had reached for her. An ancient being of fey power, he made her an offer and she took it with both hands. Grasping the weapons from the dead, she exacted retribution to the villains soon afterwards.
The acolyte finally returned home and told what happened to the elders. However, they would have none of it and mistrusted her words, thinking she was an envoy of spirits afoul. Once wrongly banished, she spent years observing the habits, lifestyle, and culture of the people outside the Feylands, now yearning for companions to save the world together under her guidance.
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