Dauphine Tirfelya
Quick Reference
| Name | Dauphine Tirfelya |
| Race | Elvish |
| Age | 201 |
| Class | Druid |
| Background | Folk Hero |
| Relatives | Great Grandfather, Lunguambar Mamándil, Evgenis Voúkeros, Mathrari Mahamgimi (met once as a kid) |
| Places | Rennet, a mountain village deep in Fir Lanear hugging the Giant's Crown Mountains |
| Languages | Elvish, Common, Dwarvish and Druidic |
Quick Description
Dauphine is a kind, curious woman with a mission. She’s learning to enjoy friendships, even if they don’t last forever.
Appearance
Dauphine has that classic Elvish beauty over her. She’s got a tan and her white hairs is cut in a long bob. Her inquisitive brown eyes are easily distracted. Slender build, average height for an elf. That makes her rather short for a human (161 cm). She has a reasonably tanned skin, her long white hair is cut into bobcut when chosen by the village their adventurer.
She’s slender, but her muscles are well defined due to lots of manual labor and long walks in the woods.
As an elf she has a natural beauty which hides her elven age and reads as a 30-ish human.
Her inquisitive hazel eyes generally show a childlike curiosity.
Clothes and gear
Dauphine is dressed in simple, yet high quality, Elven clothes. A pristine white shift adorned with what seems to be golden thread hangs loosely above a pair of dark blue Indian style pants. Below the ankle high pants she wears simple leather sandals. This may lead you to believe she isn’t really prepared for combat. Doubts proven when she has donned her armor. The ramshackle leather armor doesn’t fit properly and has seen a lot of action. Though she wears it with pride, it was her great grandfather's armor. She also has his shield (adorned with a large acorn) and shorts word (with an acorn at the pummel). All her gear is clearly elven made, long ago…
Personal history
Dauphine comes from the village of Rennet. A mountain village deep in Fir Lanear hugging the Giant's Crown Mountains. It’s far off the beaten path and the only outsiders come via a trade caravan which exports their special elven cheeses. The quality of these cheeses is at stake and Dauphine is send out on a quest to recharge the villages Mist Stone.
Party members
To be discovered, can't wait!
Reserved, until you get to know her
Dauphine has an welcoming appearance, but she is an Elf. And elves are raised very close knit. Her clan is the odd one out for the elves. Most roam the Fir Lanear in nomadic groups, but the Elves of Rennet have settled at the foot of the Giant's Crown Mountains and build a walled village. Because they are not nomadic they were able to build farms, grow crops, hold and livestock. They are largely self supporting and trade with the Nomadic Elves and export quality cheeses to the outside world via a caravan. The village is aging, younglings tend to join the Nomadic Elves and the majority of the population is old. As a result Dauphine has lead a life sheltered from other races.
Childhood
As a kid Dauphine went by the name of Tyurwen, the name her parents gave her. She was a reasonably normal kid. Though the aging population gave her few kids to play with. She went to school, made friends and did normal elven things. The sheltered nature of Rennet meant her childhood was safe. As every kid Dauphine had her quirks, though bringing back dead animals and loving to play in the cheesecaves made her just a bit odd. It was clear Dauphine was not meant for the village life.
There is a folk talke parents will tell their kids; it’s about monstrous mushroom men who once dwelled the caves. The early settlers fought the caves free of them. Now, kids are urged to eat their dinner “or the cave monsters will come for you tonight”
When little Dauphine came back with stories of voices in the back of the caves they were easily dismissed as fantasy.
Though, when she crawled behind the altar in the back of the deepest cave, she would encounter small creatures resembling mushrooms. She didn’t know it back then, but those were young Myconids. She’d play with them and they would show her tricks like lighting spores. At some point she was able to telepathically converse with them, probably via spores.
Teens
Dauphine kept visiting the back of the cave. Working to help her parents turn cheeses she’d pop off down the crack during her breaks to join her fungal friends. Because the village fought off the Myconids at one point, and no-one believed her anyway, she kept this friendship to herself.
Dauphine also loved going to school. One advantage of an aging population is that every old elf has stories to tell. So she’d pick their brain for fantastic stories, or have the wizards and mages teach her a bit more than small magic. Where everyone had to learn things like Mending, and how to create a small fire, Dauphine pestered her teacher long enough to learn Fire Bolt. Which was just a lot more fun than making a spark to light the heath.
Because she was older het Great Grandfather could take her on longer trips deep into the Fir Lanear. At one point even to the outer edge of the woods. Something not approved to by her parents and village elders. She learned basic Druidcraft, but didn’t quite manage to learn how to wildshape like her Grandfather.
Adulthood
Elves get to choose their names once they decide to be an adult, usually around 100 years of age. Dauphine was 101 when she picked Míssëfelya as her name. Mainly because she is very fond of the smell of it. She’s now a fulltime worker on her parents farm. She makes cheeses from start to finish, turns them in the caves and from time to time helps the sheep shepherds herding the sheep. Often frowned upon by the other herders as she’d outrun the sheepdog because she’d think she’d better than the dog.
Whenever there was a break from the work she’d go on foraging trips with her childhood friend Lunguambar. They’d bring back baskets of mushrooms, of which they’d eat the best during their trip by the campfire. Back home they’d cook up a feast for the rest of their family and friends.
Folk Hero
From childhood it was clear Dauphine was never one to quietly follow the village life. Always pestering her Great Granddad for stories about adventures or going on adventures herself. When the Mist Shard started to loose it’s power her dad consulted with the Village elders. Their Cave Cheeses are the main reason the caravan travels to Rennet and they would like to keep that connection. While Rennet is self-sustainable, this small connection to the outside world gives them access to tools and resources they would not have otherwise. So when the elders suggested one elf to go out and venture into the world to restore the Mist Stone it was an easy pick. Dauphine was adventurous enough, and she’d easily follow in her Great Grandfathers footsteps.
Dauphine got to collect the Shard from the back of the cave herself. What she had to do with it wasn’t entirely clear. Recharge it maybe? Get a new one? They all trusted in Dauphine to sort it out. Naturally she squeezed by the altar and said goodbye to her fungal friends as well.
Of course, such an event can’t go by unnoticed and the village held a feast in the village square. She was ceremonially given her adventuring gear and her hair was cut because long hair would get in the way while adventuring. Her Great Grandfather proudly handed her his old armor, shield and shortsword. Finally she got a map. With it the ‘directions’ to the Stone Dragon. Though the directions were cryptic at best. She was given a Donkey to help her on her way, Nomadic Elves would collect it at the edge of the Fir Lanear and return it to Rennet. As she sat on her donkey, at the gates of the village she held up the Shard. The crowd burst out in cheers and she took off. Looking back once, to wave at the people who knew it was a wave especially for them.