Vorfinia

Taking up ink, quill, sand and blotting paper the grey elf sets down to writing in a journal gifted to her this last holiday gathering. Another candle added to the table as she begins with the dip of the pointed tip into black ink.

I was born in the year of 1165 in the elven village of Myranth. My Father is a Silversmith there and my Mother by his side still. I was raised through my first 150 years being trained in skills of survival. The bow the most accurate of weapons at a distance, is what I am the best with. Though I have defended with the sword and dagger, when it was also needed. The whip I never did learn with much luck as Darak A'Mancuura@soi could testify to. smiling at those memories as sand is poured over the page and she blots it.

I first came to the lands of beware when I was 281 years young. At the time of this writing I am 285. A truly varied land full of all sorts of beasts and people. Many a friend and foe can be found here. There are some truly good hearts that reside with these boundaries.

~she turns the pages and marks out some of the things that have happened in her life that she wants to write here in her journal.

Scoire clan and the Darkshadow war

Men in my Life

Meeting the Construct and servant of Rissa

The Rescue of Proteus

Chaos Lord - Capture and Rescue

The Catacombs and those who roam them

Always the fear

Hmmmm, most has quieted down now, though there was a bad time with some Bugbears very recently. Dias, Jayde Crystale@soi and myself had came to the sounds of a woman screaming. I think it took a day or maybe three in the caverns underground. Wounded as we were we made it back out with two of their captives soon to be on the spit for dinner. I think they have both recovered as my own wounds have. Though my locks of breezy brown are now much shorter, they will grow back. And one lady and one gentleman live another day.

Eyes of a stormy blue scan the page. Sanding and blotting it again, flipping through the pages slowly, before reading the back page.

With love,
Reign

Running a finger over the page, knowing he has gifted me with more than his time and this journal but, also his love. As well as a good many spells, woven over my body and mind, that now protect me.

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