JaranMarcel's Clan

Welcome traveler, my name is Jaran Marcel, a simple guardian spirit of the Behemoth. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the spirits of the world, my kind is tasked with the gentle guidance and protection of the denizens of our realm.

On the eighth eve of march, in the year of 2016, by the telling of humans, everything changed, a horrible storm raked across the sky as the gyre fumed. The entire world heard the crack, as a gigantic vessel spewed forth from the whirling winds, crashing full force into the behemoth. Within the debris lay two mangled bodies, the species of which I could not identify. As they twitched I gasped, praying to the Glademother to save their extinguishing lives. Reforged from the remains of their old bodies, and imbued with the earth of our realm I gained my first charges. Captain Neivia, and her navigator Glinion, who remained with the wreckage of their ship, in hopes that someday, they may navigate the gyre home.

Wishlist:
Gem gene scrolls
Tiger/speckle/underbelly/runes/skink/spinner/toxin scrolls
Golem gauntlet/power pack
Windbound plumage
Time turner/delver lamp (either colour), brown skypost sandles
Wooden pipeflute, raven sword, katana
Those tiny scroll case items under trinkets

Weird wishlist:
Draw me a picture, write me a poem, or just tell me a cool/happy story. I love stuff like this. Even just a smile and a hi makes my day.