Vorfinia
Taking up ink, quill, sand and blotting paper the grey elf sets down to writing in a journal gifted to her a few holiday gathering now past. 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.
I first came to the lands of beware when I was 281 years
young. At the time of this writing I am 289. 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 within these boundaries.
~she turns the pages and marks out some of the things that have happened in her life in these lands that she wants to write here to remember in her journal.
Eyes of a stormy blue scan the page. Sanding and
blotting it again, flipping through the pages slowly,
before reading the back page.
smiling
at those memories as sand is poured over the page and she
blots it.
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
Bugbear Maze Rescue
With love,
Reign
Running a finger over the page, knowing he had
gifted me with more than this journal but with his time, his love, and then our daughter Lara. He also created a pair of lynx size cats, one of light and one of darkness both hiding in their own respective tones. They have protected me, quite a few times as one has poison claws and the other is the anti-dote to it. He was a fine man and it was sad when we parted ways but that was the way the path seemed to lead then.
Reign was with a dear friend of mine, Shylock the last I had been in the lands of Beware. I do hope to find out what happened to them eventually.
My daughter Lara is growing up yet in Myranth with my Family while I am traveling. She has many years yet before it would be safe to take her along with me and she has many things to learn yet safe in the Elvish lands.
I left the lands of Beware not long after I was trying to reform Amras Vildrin a darkelf from tendencies that were leading towards evil. I believe he is more neutral now though one never knows as the sands of time continue to spin how things will play out. So many life changes, so many adventures, in such a long life that elves are blessed with.
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