Post by southwood on Apr 16, 2007 10:57:59 GMT -5
"So you want to know why oh why am I here in Cormyr? It's quite a tale and I doubt you'll believe me. None the less, you asked for it." Takes a deep pull off his bottle of mead and sighs.
"Well, I was born Alkabietese Moonwyrm, the youngest of two. I'm a mixed breed by elven standards. My father, Ma'laron was what is known as a Moon elf. My mother, Teelaka is what is known as a Woody elf. My childhood around the Grand Father Tree was quite enjoyable. I would play sneak and touch with my sister and the human barbarous children that live in High Forest. I was never touched in those games and Yalerra, my sister would make outrageous claims of me cheating." Sighs. "I miss those days."
"A halfscore moons before my coming of age, my family was visited by two elders. My parents seemed to know what these elders wanted and had Yalerra and myself stand before them. Each one had us touch a crystal. I remember that the crystals were very cold. The elders them muttered something while twittering their fingers. I felt tingly all over for a moment. The elders asked Yalerra if she would like to serve the Gand Father Tree. She said, yes. That was the last time I have seen my sister. My parents did not seem upset. My mother was almost glowing with pride."
Takes another long pull off of his bottle and sighs yet again. "Those mages took my sister. I did not like the idea of them taking me. So, I made up my mind to learn my father's trade. He was a merchant exchanging honey leather, fine arrow heads, and such with humans and halflings in the area. This is something I enjoyed. Banter and barter my father called it. I found the halfings in particular fascinating. To be so easy going, and yet be such industrious workers. Most importantly they know how to have fun."
"On a trip to Loud Water, my father's caravan set camp for the night. We were only two days away and our spirits were high. We would be the first to view that seasons pipeweed. When all of a sudden the fire went out and the sentires all cried in pain. Suddenly we were surrounded by orcs. They just appeared. We were captured and tied to trees, while they plundered the wagons. A human in long flowing robed walked up to my father and started asking where the real treasure was. Humans working with orcs! My father said something and the human came over to me. He muttered something and fire came out of his fingers and burned my arms. I must have passed out. When I awoke, I was still tied to the tree. The wagons were ashes. I painfully slipped out of my binds and checked on my father. I barely recognized him. The mage tortured him with spell flame and acid from the way he looked. In pain, I burried him and salvaged what little I could. Somehow i made it to the Wildrun and collapsed."
"Damn mage! I came to bandaged up and surrounded by the aroma of food. Halfings had found me while fishing. I mess jibbering about mages and orcs. That is when I met my master, Amstel Footflayer. He is a retired adventurer and now master locksmith. Over the next three years he taught me his art. I sent messages to my mother to let her know what had happened. I did not and have not heard from her. Still, the whole time all I could dream about is the human mage leading the orcs. He haunted me. I finally told master Amstel what had happened. He was very sympathetic. He told of an elven priestess he knew of that lived in a grove to the south. He gave me leave to go to her an seek my wellness."
" I spent a fortnight searching for the priestess. My master's map and memory were incomplete. Just when I was about to turn back, I stummbled (literally) into a grove. I saw spakles in the air and a little hut in the center. I was instantly assaulted by the most horrid stench. I looked down and my clothes had turned to a bright yellow. My vision started to go next and the laughter all I could hear is laughter. A firm voice spoke up over the din. I could see and breathe clean air. An elven woman stood before me, surrounded by pixies. She asked what I had done to invoke the wrath of the Tricksters servants? I told her my story and gave her an offering to Erevan Ilesere for information. She went into a trance and babbled in some strange tounge. After what seemed to be hours, she told me to 'travel to the land called Cormyr. To seek what I need to bannish my demons and orchastrate my revenge.' Thus, I am here. In this strange land full of human mages. I am certain that Erevan finds this all too humorous."
"Well, I was born Alkabietese Moonwyrm, the youngest of two. I'm a mixed breed by elven standards. My father, Ma'laron was what is known as a Moon elf. My mother, Teelaka is what is known as a Woody elf. My childhood around the Grand Father Tree was quite enjoyable. I would play sneak and touch with my sister and the human barbarous children that live in High Forest. I was never touched in those games and Yalerra, my sister would make outrageous claims of me cheating." Sighs. "I miss those days."
"A halfscore moons before my coming of age, my family was visited by two elders. My parents seemed to know what these elders wanted and had Yalerra and myself stand before them. Each one had us touch a crystal. I remember that the crystals were very cold. The elders them muttered something while twittering their fingers. I felt tingly all over for a moment. The elders asked Yalerra if she would like to serve the Gand Father Tree. She said, yes. That was the last time I have seen my sister. My parents did not seem upset. My mother was almost glowing with pride."
Takes another long pull off of his bottle and sighs yet again. "Those mages took my sister. I did not like the idea of them taking me. So, I made up my mind to learn my father's trade. He was a merchant exchanging honey leather, fine arrow heads, and such with humans and halflings in the area. This is something I enjoyed. Banter and barter my father called it. I found the halfings in particular fascinating. To be so easy going, and yet be such industrious workers. Most importantly they know how to have fun."
"On a trip to Loud Water, my father's caravan set camp for the night. We were only two days away and our spirits were high. We would be the first to view that seasons pipeweed. When all of a sudden the fire went out and the sentires all cried in pain. Suddenly we were surrounded by orcs. They just appeared. We were captured and tied to trees, while they plundered the wagons. A human in long flowing robed walked up to my father and started asking where the real treasure was. Humans working with orcs! My father said something and the human came over to me. He muttered something and fire came out of his fingers and burned my arms. I must have passed out. When I awoke, I was still tied to the tree. The wagons were ashes. I painfully slipped out of my binds and checked on my father. I barely recognized him. The mage tortured him with spell flame and acid from the way he looked. In pain, I burried him and salvaged what little I could. Somehow i made it to the Wildrun and collapsed."
"Damn mage! I came to bandaged up and surrounded by the aroma of food. Halfings had found me while fishing. I mess jibbering about mages and orcs. That is when I met my master, Amstel Footflayer. He is a retired adventurer and now master locksmith. Over the next three years he taught me his art. I sent messages to my mother to let her know what had happened. I did not and have not heard from her. Still, the whole time all I could dream about is the human mage leading the orcs. He haunted me. I finally told master Amstel what had happened. He was very sympathetic. He told of an elven priestess he knew of that lived in a grove to the south. He gave me leave to go to her an seek my wellness."
" I spent a fortnight searching for the priestess. My master's map and memory were incomplete. Just when I was about to turn back, I stummbled (literally) into a grove. I saw spakles in the air and a little hut in the center. I was instantly assaulted by the most horrid stench. I looked down and my clothes had turned to a bright yellow. My vision started to go next and the laughter all I could hear is laughter. A firm voice spoke up over the din. I could see and breathe clean air. An elven woman stood before me, surrounded by pixies. She asked what I had done to invoke the wrath of the Tricksters servants? I told her my story and gave her an offering to Erevan Ilesere for information. She went into a trance and babbled in some strange tounge. After what seemed to be hours, she told me to 'travel to the land called Cormyr. To seek what I need to bannish my demons and orchastrate my revenge.' Thus, I am here. In this strange land full of human mages. I am certain that Erevan finds this all too humorous."