Some would claim it was a foretelling of things to come, when the mist elf Aust first opened his eyes to a burning red sky, at eventide, onboard the great winged ship which to this day houses most of his family and relatives, “The Wind Song”. This vessel is aptly named for bardic traditions run deep in the Mínroth family and many mist elves of renown have been born with this blood.
Aust is the third out of four children born to Cúthalion and Míriel Mínroth, their young counting two boys and two girls. Caranthír and Eärwyn are his older siblings, while his younger sister is Eilinel. In the early years Aust demonstrated a profound fascination with the magic which comes so easily to his kin. As child he could thus be sitting for hours and hours on the deck of “The Wind Song”, listening fervently to strong elvish voices tempering the wind with their magic songs. Or at other times he would just let himself be awed by the innate beauty of the magic which was everywhere around him, in the ship itself. Needless to say, as Aust grew into early adolescence he started to understand better the nature of what he felt and ultimately he found in Corellon Larethian, the creator of all elves and keeper of magic and music, some of the answers he was seeking. Ever seeking a deeper understanding of Corellon’s legacy he eventually started training as a priest and after some years of study his parents sent him to the elven settlements in the Elderwood, to seek the apprenticeship of his distant relative, Echtelion, a high-ranking priest.
Although at that time Aust had already seen more lands than most humans see in a lifetime - he had in fact lived a lifetime, had he been of human blood - nothing had prepared him for the wonders of the Elderwood. Here the presence of ancient elven magics was almost overwhelming, it was found everywhere: in the small settlements, protective wards, delicate gardens, artwork and music, yes even in the forest itself! And even more powerful were these sensations in Angharradhi where his master would send him from time to time, to learn at the great temples and ancient libraries.of the Seldarine.
While serving Echtelion as an acolyte, Aust met two people, who would come to change his life. The first was a somewhat younger crystal elf, Serindë Moonshadow, whom he met on one of his journeys. Serindë possessed an inner magic of her own, he had never seen before. It fascinated him, and he and Serindë became instant friends. Together they twice travelled to the Crystal Forest to the city of Dalamara, where Aust was awed by the magic and music of the Dalasathir.
The other person was a young mist elf called Círya with whom he soon fell helplessly in love. It was at that time his instructor, a master architect, had begun the construction of a magnificent temple to Corellon in the Elderwood. The work seemed to consume him and Echetelion had fast become like a man possessed. Pouring all his strength and devotion into the work, the elder priest pushed everyone aside save one, a beautiful new female acolyte named Melian who in the waking hours was rarely seen leaving the priest’s side. Aust on the other hand was mostly left to his own studies and meditation. As he delved deeper into the mysteries, the borders between the domains, between magic, the arts and elven life, seemed more and more blurred and eventually imprints began to take the form of melodies or patterns in his head, whenever he studied a spell or magical effect. Trying to articulate those imprints he attempted hard to express them through songs like the bards of “The Wind Song”. One evening, as he was singing lowly to his deity, the most beautiful mist elf maid he had ever seen suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Her name was Círya and in the months that passed she became his muse, his inspiration and his lover. With her at his side, Aust tripled his efforts and slowly but surely he began composing mighty hymns of praise that were far beyond anything he had believed himself capable off.
Meanwhile the building of Echtelion’s temple came to an end. It was truly a masterpiece and instantly brought great renown to its builder, who welcomed it. Shortly after, however, Melian disappeared, and the master architect now fell into a depression lasting months, suggesting more than words the nature of his relationship with his student. Not that Aust really noticed, since he was now fully occupied by his own artistic creations and by Círya. This also came to an abrupt end, though, and all too soon. One night when they were together as usual, Círya suddenly became very sad. Aust had never seen her this way and so he asked her what it was that troubled her so gravely. “I am not at all like you”, she explained, “It is only in this appearance that I am an elf. In my true guise I am one of the fey. I came to be the muse of your teacher, to help him create his greatest masterpiece. Unexpectedly, however, I found myself attracted to you and so I became yours as well. But now it is my time to leave you also, since this is the ways of my kind. I will leave you, though, with a parting gift that I did not leave with Echtelion: the loving touch of a fey. I think you will use it wisely, for yours is a heart with an inner fire that burns bright and true. Use it to do great things and I suspect that maybe we will see each other again some day”. With these words Círya disappeared fast into the shadows, leaving Aust to naught but despair.
In the time following her leaving, Aust frequently meditated on the words of the fey, trying to fathom their meaning. Determined not to let her down and to get on with “the making”, he eventually decided that it was time for him to leave the Elderwood too, which he did shortly after being elevated to the status of a full priest of Corellon. Yearning to see his family again, he travelled over land to the village of Saron’s Gorge, where the “The Wind Song” would anchor from time to time, and where Serindë was living now. The journey was full of event and would probably have cost him his life several times over, had he not developed a keen eye for the true intentions of the heart. At last Aust reached Saron’s Gorge, which has now become his home of sorts, and where he has made many new friends including Eron Sunbow and Erik Rainier.
Aust Mínroth; Priest 4; CR 4; Medium humanoid (mist elf); HD 4d6+8; hp 28; AP 7; Init +2; Spd 30 ft; AC 16, touch 12, flat-footed 14; Base Atk +2; Grp +3; Atk +3 melee (1d4+1/19-20, x2, dagger) or +7 ranged (1d8+1, x3, mw comp longbow); SA turn undead; SQ mist elf traits, magical fascination, willful fortitude, divine spell power, improved spontaneity (1/day); AL NG; SV Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +8; Str 13, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 18, Wis 18, Cha 16.
Skills and feats: Concentration +8, Diplomacy +14, Heal +9, Knowledge (arcana) +5, Knowledge (religion) +10, Knowledge (planes) +5, Knowledge (nature) +5, Listen +6, Perform (singing) +9, Search +6, Sense Motive +11, Spellcraft +11, Spot +6, Spellcasting Prodigy, Education, Negotiator, Zen Archery, Point Blank Shot.
Priest spells: (4/5+1/3+1; save DC 14 + spell level).
Domains: Elf, Artist.