Les bottes préférées de Merilwyn enrobées de boue sombre et glissante, alors qu'elle jouait pour rattraper la fête de scoutisme, s'inclinaient en main. Le jeune elfe était presque en retard, grâce à ce lâche chien et à ses soldats incompétents, qui lui ont relaté des informations à la dernière minute. Le général Lavas était en train de courir sa raclée depuis qu'elle a rejoint sa compagnie, avec toute personne qui n'était pas humaine, il semblerait. Elle a trouvé que le parti s'arrêtait quelque part loin du village abandonné. « Bien, je ne les ai pas manqués, » pensa-t-elle. Alors qu'elle s'approchait, elle reconnut peu de visages parmi la foule; deux elfes comme elle, et une sirène mystérieuse. Meril a également remarqué le « scout de tête », un homme qui lui était très étranger. Mais qui êtes-vous que notre gracieuse Général a vu bon pour envoyer une course de scoutisme? » Elle pouvait entendre l'étrange accent de l'homme demander comme elle a finalement atteint eux. Elle a pris quelques regards las à l'approche, et a rendu une petite fronce apologétique quand elle a rejoint l'arrière du groupe.
La sirène masquée a d'abord répondu. Merilwyn a écouté attentivement, tout en observant le village devant. Avec les vêtements suspendus, l'absence de gens, et l'aura évidente et non-invitante, il y avait quelque chose d'autre qui a ajouté au malaise de la femme. C'était quelque chose qu'elle ne pouvait pas identifier tout à fait, et elle a supposé que le scout principal pouvait le sentir aussi bien. « Sinon, il ne resterait pas dans le temps, » pensa-t-elle.
Comme la sirène, que Merilwyn connaissait maintenant comme Rhian, a fini, elle ne pouvait pas aider mais s'intéresser à sa magie. Il semblait beaucoup plus subtil comparé à la magie de la bataille d'Andrann. Elle était impatiente de le voir en action.
Comme personne n'avait parlé, Merilwyn a supposé que c'était maintenant son tour. S'éclaircissant légèrement la gorge, elle a parlé au groupe d'une voix égale, « Quant à moi, je suis Merilwyn Estelle. » Elle a dit « Estelle » simplement, comme les humains diraient leur nom de famille. Il n'y avait pas besoin de mentionner que c'était une maison noble, elle était Mui maintenant, il ne s'appliquait plus à elle. Elle doutait que quelqu'un ferait le lien de toute façon, à l'exception peut-être du noble Lebethron. J'ai été formé comme archer élémentaire à Galadhon. Je peux congeler, brûler ou exploser n'importe quoi en le tirant, a-t-elle expliqué. Certains appréciaient le mot «exploser» auquel le mage de combat sourit et disait rapidement, mais je n'explosais pas les choses quand mes alliés sont près d'ici, d'habitude.
Merilwyn of Estelle 
Gender: Female - Age: appears to be 28 - Race: Andrann turned Mûi

“If you think life owes you anything, you're wrong. Terrible will things happen; people will die, wars will start, and you will be pushed to your limit. Yet, there are still reasons to keep moving on- still beauty in this life. You just need a keen eye to see it.”

Appearance: Dark mossy green eyes, which are like that of the lush forest floor, strikingly contrasts against Meril’s bright scarlet hair which hangs a few inches below her shoulders. It is often covered by a dark hood and left down; as unlike her elven kin she does not care for braids. Her naturally fair skin has been tanned to a warm honey tone thanks for her many days adventuring in the woods; and her hands made tough from drawing a bowstring. Although Merilwyn is petite, owning a height of 5’4”, her presence is firm and confident. 
currently:

a portrait of her, before she became Mûi:


Personality: Before Merilwyn left the comforts of her home, she was a young and ignorant girl. She believed the world revolved around her, as most nobles do. She has since learned otherwise, and has become very humble. Merilwyn loathes death. She believes all life is valuable, and hates to kill unnecessarily. She is also very protective of her friends; and for good reason. She understand both the luxuries and hardships of life- having experienced both. Though Merilwyn is confident in her skills, she often worries about what could go wrong.
History: For many years the fortress of Galadhon had been a home to the young lady Merilwyn, and her older brother Vhenan. The two hailed from the wealthy house of Estelle, and had been schooled extensively in magic and nobility. While her brother had taken a liking to the latter; Merilwyn found she had a natural talent in the arcane, specifically with the elements. Swift with a bow and armed with her magic, she became a well known elemental archer. She rose quickly in the ranks of Andrann battle mages, those below her took to calling the maiden the ‘burning rose’.
In early adulthood, Vhenan had become an ambassador while Merilwyn was commander of a small unit of archers. The two lived peacefully in Galadhon; until a small party of ambassadors and artisans, her brother included, had been sent beyond their stronghold. Supposedly, the group was to meet with a caravan of merchants to discuss trade. It seemed a simple task, until they did not return.
Days after, scouts confirmed that the party was attacked, but could not say by who nor if there were any survivors. Hopeful that her brother lived, Merilwyn pushed for further search parties, support, even retaliation against these attackers. None would give their aid, saying that they could not risk more lives. The Andrann is a small clan after all. Merilwyn, without permission, snuck away to find her answers. When she finally reached her brother, he had indeed not survived. It would appear human bandits ambushed the party, they have after all sought after Galadhon for years.
Merilwyn could have returned to the Andrann, no one had seen her leave after all. She could resumed her family title as a Lady of Estelle, managing the funds as her brother once had; or continued to lead her small unit of archers. Instead she left, and in doing so became Mûi. The people of Galadhon were left to wonder what became of their Burning Rose, and in her own way became a legend, "The mage who disappeared like thin air,". She lived by herself for a total of five years or so, taking the occasional job to earn money. Lending a hand on the farm? No problem. Taking down a group of bandits? Even easier. She lived comfortably like that. Until word reached her of the Mad King Vyshaan, as she was ready to lend a hand.
Equipment:
~ a simple embroidered traveling bag
~ a small pouch to carry mint and other herbs
~ concealed throwing knives
~ a lightweight, small and simple sword
~ a silver pendant with red jewels baring the Estelle family crest
~ a beautiful longbow, hand crafted by Merilwyn herself. No expense was spared, as the finest rosewood and hickory was used; along with soft leather for the grip and a tight bowstring. Runes native to her Andrann lineage are engraved upon the dark wood, so that the bow may withstand her elemental magic. Meril has taken a liking to calling the bow Rýn; elvish for burning
Other: As a skilled archer, Meril has extensive knowledge on bow’s and how to make them. Due to her magical training, she understand enchantments and runes. She understands both modern elvish and ancient elvish. She has basic knowledge about herbs and where to find them. Her weakness is close combat, though she can manage it- an experienced swordsman could easily out maneuver her. In elvish, Merilwyn means ‘rose maiden’.She loves mint, makes great tea, and is a talented artist.