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Dazee SkyworthMy life has led down a crooked road, but I will tell what I know, I remember, and I perceive... I was born in Wehnimer's Landing, Elanthia, on the second day of the Huntress in the year 5059. My twin brother Tarpian was born moments after me. My mother, Lady Aaslinn, was as kind and gentle a mother as she was a fierce and determined hunter. My father, Lord Doremon, was a great ranger and quite a doting father. With those beginnings I grew into the world both happy and content. During my youth, I learned the art of the empath at the knees of the elder healers and clerics of the Landing's Town Square. Oh the days I remember watching Mossrose and Ryshan at work, me taking notes and gaping in awe at the ease they performed their art. I will never forget the day a kind elderly gentleman handed me a note for ten thousand silvers and thanked me for my service to the landing's citizens. I had never seen so much silver in my life! Someone told me later his name was Lord Banker. I never forgot his face, as well I am sure, he never forgot my surprised one! And so many happy years went by. Now this next is a warning and a promise to young empaths...beware! the patient ye heal may one day become attached to ye and believe that they have fallen in love with ye. For me, this did happen the day I healed a young elf named Tarlow Diemuth. Now for some, having a patient fall in love with ye may not be a good thing. For me, it was the best thing that has happened. Tarlow stayed by me from that day on. He took me hunting, which I had never done, and showed me how to hold a sword and shield. He has always remained my best hunting companion. Tarlow’s family extends to a most remarkable group that calls themselves the ‘hooligans’. We have had many gatherings with them and all made me welcome. I must admit my fondness for Tarlow’s amazing father, Lord Aidelias. If ever a sorcerer could win my heart, he has. I have heard that Aide, who had divorced Tarlow’s mother many years now, has recently become engaged to a lovely lady. I am blessed by the wonderful people in my life and the extended family I have gained through my sweet Tarlow. Here is where my quiet happy life was shattered. Not soon after Tarlow proposed marriage to me, my mother told me that she would be divorcing my father. My father was devastated. He quickly packed his things and took the next ship to Teras Isle. Of that time, I dun wish to dwell, but I shall say it was terrible to see my father so distraught. It was a long time till he returned from Teras, but he was never the same. Not many years ago, my father left the landing on an expedition to map the Dragonspine mountains north of Icemule...he has not been seen in many years and assumed to be dead. After years of solitude, my mother fell in love again. She married the good and kind Lord Grnzel whom I have also grown to love dearly. It was not long after they were wed, that she died the final death. From the losses of my parents to the disappearance of my identical twin brother, Tarpian, I have also lost many of my close relations. I weep often at the death of my uncle Lord Lucarin and also for the death of the most awesome of warriors, Lord Deatheos. Tarlow's mother Lady Soliere and his stepfather Lord Evanderin have not been seen in many a year. I bear all of these losses heavily in my heart. But not all my life was built of losses. I met a kind empath named Stormy that introduced me to a group of clerics and empaths that were forming a house of healing and life, Sovyn. I joined House Sovyn and was a member before the first shovel full of soil was dug. I was there opening night when the ribbon at the door was cut. It was a wonderful feeling to finally see the beautiful crystal spires reaching for the sky. I remember standing there before the door gazing at the carving in the wood, afraid to open the door and enter for the first time. Sune, Jinxyd and Stormy grabbed my hand and guided me through the house...pointing out items of interest....I was so proud and happy to be a member of such a fine house. And so now we come to my most recent days. I married my sweet Tarlow on Niiman, day 25 of the month Jastatos in the year 5101. After the wedding we moved to the great city of Ta’Vaalor to join our friends in assisting the young there. It has been my most fondest dream to give back to the world the gifts of knowledge I have nurtured and grown in my years in Elanthia. My efforts now are focused to building a new house, Mistydeep Manor. This new house is all that I have missed from my life. A group of dedicated and caring people that also are focused on giving back to the world. I have felt the grandest feeling of comradery and adventure in the elven nations. Tarlow and I are happy and content. As I look back to all that I have scribed here, I feel some pangs of regret near the beginning of my tale and a rush of pride at the conclusion. Though some trials have been borne and pain may linger, I would never have traded one moment of my days for anything... As written by my hand, this Feastday, day 26 of the month Lormesta in the year 5102.
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Copyright by the citizens for Ta'Vaalor.
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