Tela’sildë Sarangerel

Tela’sildë Sarangerel is a Dragon.

Biography
Tela’sildë Sarangerel hatched from her egg many many centuries before the Kingdom of Etrand was even founded, following the hatching one of her older siblings - or egglings. Through various discussions with others, she learned that she was always somewhat antisocial, shy and peaceful as a young dragonling, while her siblings constantly competed with each other, comparing each other's strength, as their sensory organs rivalled that of their ancestors'. She never wanted to take part in those fights, as their dreams were also full of dreams like growing big and covering the sky, or collecting treasures as cruel tyrants. Tela’sildë considered it much better to learn from the wisdom of her ancestors, their experiences, as that would prepare all of them for the mysteries of life.



Tela’tallunë Silmë (Final lonely starlight) - according to the sayings of Tela’sildë's forefathers - was the great treasure of her ancestral family, which is why in their bloodline, the route to becoming a Diamond Dragon was so rare - after many centuries, Tela’tallunë was the only one who survived for long enough time to be covered with noble golden scales. Silmë was their uncle, and Tela’sildë loved spending time in his company, while Silmë was bathing in the sunlight on the peaks of mountains. He has lived through much, he saw and learned, and didn1t hesitate to share all of this with Tela’sildë, to the smallest details - such as that the language spoken by the family, and where it came from. He also taught her a variety of other languages, such as the High Elven, Dwarven and Halfling languages.

While she was busy learning the many different languages, she noticed that all of her brothers have grown out their wings, while she was the only one who still had to spend her days without them. Because of this, her brothers looked down on her, so she started to give up on all hope that she could glide on the skies like her ancestors, close to the stars, almost touching them. But Silmë kept the spirit strong in her, and after seven years, the wings grew out in her too, like they did for her brothers. Despite having years of advantage to master the art of flying, Tela’sildë eventually learned it too, and to a degree that it made her brothers envious. Her brothers struggled with going after their own heads, trying to figure out the complexities of flying on their own, while Tela’sildë learned from Silmë, learning all sorts of neat tricks that allowed her to maximize the amount of time spent above the ground.



The development of their claws happened at the same time, which meant that her brothers couldn't say anything. After that, the great day came, when every dragon got to the age of a century: at that time, they evolved, they got rid of the green scales, so that they could be covered by more fabulous ones. Her brothers all took on her parents, taking on red scales, while Tela’sildë herself realized the rare bloodline of her ancestors, glowing in emelard scales. Thus, her matte-colored scales took on a more brilliant shade of green, which, when exposed to sunlight, shone like a precious stone, which is what this stage of a dragon's development got its name from: emerald.

Her brothers cared only about evolving even further - they wanted power all costs, reservations, something that could only be theirs, so they left the mountain-hugged valleys and start to travel the world, so that they could learn by realizing their dreams in the great world. Tela’sildë remained alone in the home nest, and whenever she left, she did so only for a short amount of time, and usually with Silmë. She was never charmed by distant mountain peaks, lands or masses; she was never charmed by adventures, new knowledge, as she was always content with what she had, with the small valley giving her calm, the company of her uncle, whose tales she listened to happily, over and over again. After a while, there was not one thing that he already told her multiple times.

Of course, this would have been too beautiful, so idyllic that it can't even be put into words, if it forever remained like that. As time flows, so do the world, the stars, the human and the dragon alike change. Silmë spent a long time on the peaks of his mountains, warming himself with the rays of sunlight, and in the end, his efforts came to be paid back: he ended up shedding his golden scales in favour of diamond-like ones, which made the rays of sunlight dance on his body, reflecting the grey trees of the area.

With his transformation, Silmë felt reborn, and he once again wanted to see distant hills, he wanted to see lands only seen in the distant past - so he left the valley by referring to the stars, without Tela’sildë's company, telling her, that if they meet again, he will enrich their conversations with even more exciting stories.

Long, gloomy days dawned on Tela’sildë after Silmë's departure, who now reluctantly gathered all her courage to fly farther away from the valley, into the direction of distant farmlands and forests, in hopes that she'd overtake the Diamond Dragon, who blamed his deed - leaving the family nest - on the fate written into the stars.

She could not accept, she was simply not capable of accepting his departure - her greedy is what got her into precisely the kind of trouble that made her reluctant to leave the mountains previously. Even more dangerous creatures pointed their sharp weapons at her with the intention of extending their armoury from armour made from her scales. Tela’sildë learned a lot from Silmë's stories throughout the centuries, and she knew that it wasn't wise to wait until they'd swarm her, but her clear sight was obscured by fear, so she spread her wings and attempted to leave the battlefield by flying away, but the weapons of the small creatures, and their resourcefullness quickly turned the battle to their favour. A javelin pierced her left wing, causing her to fall towards the ground, while she was desperately trying to use her intact right wing to keep herself in the air, to get as far away from the fierce creatures as possible. The failure of her escape was perhaps written by the stars, yet she could not rule out that maybe they wanted it to be that way, so that she'd lose her life so early on her journey, in the hands of greedy humans.

She fell. Tearing apart trees while her coordination skills disintegrated from the pain, which came from her wounded left wing. She was about to accept that this was the end, thinking about what could she have done differently, when some sharp-eared, brown-haired figure stood in front of the wildmen, preventing them from taking Tela’sildë's life. So, the stars did not destine her to die that day, but rather teach her a lesson in greed. She could not follow Silmë, and he did not want her to do so either, she had to walk her own path, if she really wanted to learn about life.



Several days later, she regained her consciousness, recovering from the fever and pain caused by the wounds, although she could not fly yet. She learned that his saviour was a half-elf, with his mother being a Wood Elf, his father being a human. His name was Dîn Firë, and he was a faithful missionary, proselytizing in the name of the Wood Elven gods. She learned about all of this, while he was tending to her wings and giving her food, until she'd finally be able to fly again. These weeks however made her very much interested, she began to trust him - even the stars would not have wanted their meeting to be in vain. Although they understood each other in the tongue of the humans, they were quite interested in the mother tongue of the other - while he saw a historical cult in her mother tongue, she saw this as an opportunity to learn more.

Dîn quickly realized, that Tela’sildë ws thirsty for knowledge about new things, so he introduced to her all the important people close to her, including a lady name Hui, whose magic focused on shapeshifting. She was the one, taught Tela’sildë how to shapeshift, how to assume the shape of a human and walk among them.



After she learned the art of shapeshifting and assumed a more permanent humanoid for herself, Dîn introduced her into the lives of Wood Elves. Tela’sildë learned everything about the environment in which he grew up in, his friends, his acquintances, his teachers, who all satiated her thirst for knowledge. She mastered the art of Elemental Magic, as well as some of the Light Magic used by Dîn. Tela’sildë also learned quite a bit of the mysteries of magic from books, which also increased the amount of languages she could understand and be fluent at.

The knowledge that she gained seemed limitless, and when Dîn decided to go on a pilgrimage instead of settling down, Tela’sildë was also invited to go along with him. She was reluctant, protesting against the idea a bit, as she knew him enough to know that he would not leave the elven lands - the lands at which he grew up... he had a concrete reason for this, and his heartache was rallied at his love, whom he could not marry due to being a a half-blood - his sadness dictated, that he should begin his journey without fighting which he could have done for Hui. Tela’sildë made her decision after some hesitation, perhaps just at the right time, as alone in this great world, in spite of her experiences, she felt endangered. She decided to go with him.

She followed him onto his journey, which involved him spreading his faith among others. There were quite a few verbal duels between the two, as their views did not align when it came to the gods. Multiple states were visited upon this journey, they made their mark on several places in the continent, until they heard the news of a demonic invasion. With quite a bit of blessed luck, they lived through the first one. In the second one however, although it was easier to achieve victory, the stars did not write the future in a way, that would have ensured a full-house victory without losing someone important.



Arguably the saddest point of Tela’sildë's life was, when she saw her uncle Silmë fall into a trap, and she could not help him - despite the fact that she had quite the knowledge and learned a lot, it was all just too little to save him, he who was so important in her life. Her faith in the will of the stars was shaken. She just could not conceive and accept, that this is what was written in the stars for the great treasure of her family.

Dîn understood why Tela’sildë wanted to be alone, knowing very well the reason why she wanted to retreat back into the mountains. He did not stop her, although saying goodbye was never easy, as by that time, they became very close friends - in fact, it could even be considered a relationship comparable to that of siblings. If such a bond can even be imagined between a Half-Elf and a Dragon.

AFter returning, she spent her days doing nothing, until she began to miss the old life; the haunting image of thirst for knowledge was chasing her, and so she started to regret her negative thoughts in regards to the will of the stars. She acknowledged, that they had a reason to write this for her uncle, and she was sure of it, that he was already on the evening skies watching her. And if that is the truth, she can't afford to disappoint him, can she?

The next time, her emelard scales were shedded in favour of a brilliant suite of golden armour. This was a great step towards following the footsteps - or wingflaps - of her deceased uncle Silmë. After many decades spent alone, she once again decided to go on a great journey, wanting to walk the pathzs in the forests, roam the endless pastures, know new things, expand her knowledge with new things, and re-live theo ld ones.

And so it came to pass, that on a fateful night, a Golden Dragon was seen flying brilliantly...



The original FRPG
Tela’sildë Sarangerel appeared on the Hungarian version of the forum on the 29th of April, 2013, but did not take part in any adventures.

The 2013 game


Just like many other legacy forum characters, Tela’sildë Sarangerel was planned to appear in the 2013 game as a recruitable companion. Nothing came out of it.