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.

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 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.

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

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 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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