Harvest IrionDeep in the meadow
Under the willow
A bed of grass
A soft green pillow
Lay down your head
And close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open
The sun will rise
Here it's safe
Here it's warm
Here the daisies guard
You from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet
And tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you
Hagravi Gray-Wave is an interesting guy to spend some time with. As a wandering storyteller he'll gladly talk about one or two of his adventures from his various journeys. If they are true or only wild tales no one can tell, except for Hagravi himself, but any questions regarding this topic are only answered by him with a disarming smile.
His stories vary from person to person, he is quick in judging others and knows what type of story someone wants to hear. And so for example the origin of the scars on the back of his left shoulder are either the result of him rescuing a farmer from a pack of wolves, a bandit ambush at night or a severe fight with a frost troll that he could only escape by jumping down a waterfall, just to be rescued by a friendly horker because he can't swim and surely would've drowned. He thanked the horker by teaching him how to play the lute.
Over the years he has seen many places, has met even more people and he would never trade this life for anything else in the world. Always on the road, he often spends weeks alone in the wilderness, but he doesn't care. The forest forest soil is his bedding, the sounds of the numerous animals his lullaby. He would never want it any other way, because as much as he loves people he always gets the feeling of being drained when being around them for too long. So he always ends up traveling again for weeks before spending a few days wherever he is welcomed, sharing his stories for a meal and a bed and maybe even a few coins.
...but that's a story for another time...
Oh, and please don't mention Hagravens around him, he doesn't like being teased for his name. Or his ancestry.
His stories vary from person to person, he is quick in judging others and knows what type of story someone wants to hear. And so for example the origin of the scars on the back of his left shoulder are either the result of him rescuing a farmer from a pack of wolves, a bandit ambush at night or a severe fight with a frost troll that he could only escape by jumping down a waterfall, just to be rescued by a friendly horker because he can't swim and surely would've drowned. He thanked the horker by teaching him how to play the lute.
Over the years he has seen many places, has met even more people and he would never trade this life for anything else in the world. Always on the road, he often spends weeks alone in the wilderness, but he doesn't care. The forest forest soil is his bedding, the sounds of the numerous animals his lullaby. He would never want it any other way, because as much as he loves people he always gets the feeling of being drained when being around them for too long. So he always ends up traveling again for weeks before spending a few days wherever he is welcomed, sharing his stories for a meal and a bed and maybe even a few coins.
...but that's a story for another time...
Oh, and please don't mention Hagravens around him, he doesn't like being teased for his name. Or his ancestry.
to love me more than anyone.
Seven times I pierce my heart
and now you feel the magic start.
Bind thy heart and soul to me...
as I do will - so let it be.
*Name: Hagravi Gray-Wave
*Nickname: Prince Hagraven, Hag, Hagraven-face
*Age: he doesn't know exactly, but when he left Riften 10 years ago for his journey he was "still a pup", so he's probably around 25 years
*Family: unknown, but people say his mother was a Hagraven
*Birthplace: unknown
*Friendly. Easy-going. Chatty. Good listener. Helpful. Has a temper but rarely shows it.
*Likes: telling stories, nature, laughing, children, dogs, chewing on straws of wheat, brawling, the sound of the ocean, autumn
*Dislikes: people who hunt animals for fun or "sport" how they call it, being called names or yelled at, people without manners or respect
*Fears: trolls, bandits, losing someone he loves
*Forgave his parents for leaving him.
*Nickname: Prince Hagraven, Hag, Hagraven-face
*Age: he doesn't know exactly, but when he left Riften 10 years ago for his journey he was "still a pup", so he's probably around 25 years
*Family: unknown, but people say his mother was a Hagraven
*Birthplace: unknown
*Friendly. Easy-going. Chatty. Good listener. Helpful. Has a temper but rarely shows it.
*Likes: telling stories, nature, laughing, children, dogs, chewing on straws of wheat, brawling, the sound of the ocean, autumn
*Dislikes: people who hunt animals for fun or "sport" how they call it, being called names or yelled at, people without manners or respect
*Fears: trolls, bandits, losing someone he loves
*Forgave his parents for leaving him.
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Human Artwork
Bust by
Cybertron*Story, Profile and Overlay by me
*Screencap taken by me from the game Skyrim
(with the mod Climates of Tamriel)
*Character based on Hagravi Gray-Wave
from the Skyrim mod Interesting NPCs
*Quote (c) Hagravi Gray-Wave
Lyrics (c) The Hunger Games
and The Pierces
*Free autumn leaves decoration from here
*Screencap taken by me from the game Skyrim
(with the mod Climates of Tamriel)
*Character based on Hagravi Gray-Wave
from the Skyrim mod Interesting NPCs
*Quote (c) Hagravi Gray-Wave
Lyrics (c) The Hunger Games
and The Pierces
*Free autumn leaves decoration from here
