Ælewin Serathum

[Kain]

A staggering pain.... cold stone against skin... a dreary echo resounding from the hollow... A Voice!... but whose? What is going...

*sounds of battle, sword cleaving bone, a spell or two blasts into the silence of his mind*

"Nymidron, where did he come from?...*words continue as consciousness flows in and out of his mind.*"

*a startling chill runs through his spine, bringing him to full consciousness*

Where... where am I *His eyes open and he takes a quick look around, immediately noticing two robed figures, two panthers, and a man who seems to be carrying a glowing sword and dressed in a white toga-like robe* Who are they?! *He jumps back against the wall and stares frantically at the two standing over him*

Shallow, immediate fear, growing despair, unexplained sorrow flowing throughout

"What..." *the words cannot be understood, as he begins to clench his fist in unreasoned anger*

*coming to his feet and speaking in Elven* "What is happening?..." *a sudden desire to call flame upon something overtakes him as he quickly utters several words he didn't know he was saying and evokes a pillar of divine flame thirty feet down the hall in the other direction of those standing near him*
Fury, a power granted from what source?

[Kain]

*Ælewin slowly walks through the large city of Suzail, thoughts begin to pour through his mind*
So, this is Cormyr's capital, Suzail. Capital, surely someone here knows a little about something that can help me.

*Later that night in the Wailing Wheel inn, sitting on the couch in front of a raging fireplace, Ælewin finds himself completely lost in thought as his eyes maintain unerringly fixed on the dancing flames. There is no one near him and the room is silent beyond the occasional noise made by the innkeep's cleaning*

*A dark room, endless void of unlit emotion. An odd comforting glow from it's center as though an unseen force kept balance... as though it grounded the sole occupant of this prison of mental void*
What -is- that? I... Rillifane... He, your speaking to me? *a calm expression settles over his face*
*A vision of sprawling woodland, several steps forward, each time the sole of his foot touches the land, a warmth flows upward through his legs, piercing everything in him. There, just before him, a mighty tree, unimaginably tall, branches numbering beyond count.*
I see, then that is who I am... or all that remains. *A loud creak and several voices tear themselves into the keen ears of Ælewin, disrupting his meditation* Another time then, so tired, I should rest as it is anyway.

[Kain]

*standing in Suzail's city core gazing at a rather large tree, an elf carrying a double-blade on his back walks up and looks at the tree as well*

"What are you two doing here?" A voice from behind the both of them.

"Looking at a tree" Badger promptly replied.

*Many questions ensued, a reuniting was to occur, entirely beyond the understanding of either present.*

"Your name is Ælewin Serathum, I have known you a long time, but not all of your four centuries." The robed elf said calmly.

*Relief of knowing a name to call himself and dread at the immense blank memory, the total lack of knowledge of what he was told to be four hundred years of his past overwhelm him*

[Kain]

*strolling through the king's forest somewhere near Dhedluk*

An immense emotion hits him, as though a large hammer just smacked him on the forehead

*Arlea... Rilifane.... Talenduil.... Elthranthir..... Fiyero.... countless names floating in what seemed a tidal wave of new consciousness roaring upon a helpless beach.


*his eyes snap open, the soothing sound of a nearby birdsong finds it's way into the perception of the small elf. A lush canopy of a healthy forest is all that he sees. Blue skies flecked with pure white patches of cloud cover, all seen through a screen of green and brown creating an overwhelming sense of comfort... of... being at home*

"Thats it! Now I know, my past, my decisions, this guilt, this pain, all these feelings and tendencies... it makes sense... I am Ælewin Serathum... I AM Ælewin Serathum! Haha, thank Rillifane! Thank the lands, all the wilds be blessed! I have returned and now I can continue, continue my quest to understand the depths of the world, to deepen my connection to this world and seek to restore balance to it, to bring upon it the goodly state of harmony it is meant to hold! Such obstacles I ahve overcome, but now, but now I am still here, and more than ready to take the next step on my path."

[Kain]

"...with the help of Haefaron." States the young elven woman by the name of Vonita.

"Such attachment, such joy and a deep connection, their bond can even influence her abilities, her ties to nature. Its almost as if... as if I'm watching myself when I was younger, when I knew..." [/i]*a sudden offshoot of emotion runs through his spine as he recalls his past, faced with such a vivid reminder in the guise of his newfound student*[/color] "Arlea..."

*His eyes are distant, there appears to be a swift river of thought flowing behind his deep emerald eyes, he speaks with a steady voice, full of warmth*

"Your dependency on Haefaron reminds me of Arlea, she would often help me much the same way he helps you."

"Arlea?" inquires Vonita.

"She is a friend from my past..." Ælewin states slowly.
"She should still be in Evermeet, alive and well I hope."

*Vonita nods, detecting the melancholy underneath his speech*
"I hope so."

[Kain]

A pair of Frost Giants patrol the small portion of the Stormhorns that they have been assigned to guard. The priestess of the pair is content to be strolling around, much preferring it to the recent months of activity. So glad to have no adventurers, so tired of slaying these would-be claimants of king Skyrlien's treasure. The cold feels nice on her arms, thought the wind seems a little strong. Clouds loom overhead, threatening a snow and the warrior she had been assigned with is content to standing in place, occasionally glancing around for any signs of trouble.

A gust of wind finds it's way to the priestess and she finds herself suddenly assaulted as this wind takes shape as an elemental which immediately begins to fly around her, striking at her face and arms. Why would one attack me? She thinks as she begins to swat at it, more annoyed than hurt. The air elemental proves harder to hit than she had thought so she turns over shoulder to call for the warrior, only to find him standing perfectly still. Get over here! She calls out in her giant's language.
No response...

He's Paralyzed! How in the nine? Surprised she turns, now angry and ready to kill the pest flying all about her when she is struck at the back of the calf by an impossibly strong blow. She feels as though four red hot blades had just been drug through her flesh. Looking down as she falls to her knees, she sees a small... brown... bear? What manner of bear would attack a giant? She thinks as the bear now sinks glowing teeth into her ankle, shooting pain throughout her body. She falls forward and catches herself with one hand, swinging with the other at the bear, which simply shrugs off the glancing blow of her mace. Turning to find the air elemental, she catches sight of what has caused all of this... A very small elf, bow knocked and drawn with a faintly glowing arrow and a small smirk on his face.
How can one elf... The thought finds no end as the small magical arrow finds its way from the elf's bow through the eye of the Frost Giant Priestess, and finally lodges itself approximately a half foot within her skull.

Ælewin Serathum strides over calmly to the dead priestess as the Air Elemental he has named Arlea, and his faithful companion, a brown bear by the name Fiyero head to the paralyzed warrior to finish off the fight.
Been some time... he thinks to himself as he gazes at the mountain range. *Thoughts of his time in Cormanthor away from Cormyr fill his head.* Now I'm back, and it's high time someone rid this beautiful land of these... creatures. *Images of giants, goblins, undead and dragons fill his mind, all the creatures slain in the past week.*

So much work to do, but no matter, I've got time. He smiles to himself taking up the few gold coins from the two dead bodies and setting out for the fortress the giants built in a vain attempt to keep people like himself from laying waste to their tribe.

[Kain]

Aelewin stumbles over to a stump in the Bramblewood forest, his legs giving way just as he reaches it. He has been careful not to let anyone else see how drained he is from this constant travel, from venturing forth every night to face deadly odds and grueling journeys.

"May Rillifane keep me..." He breathes exhaustedly to himself in elven. Fiyero is quick to nuzzle his arm in an attempt to console his lifelong friend. "Many thanks dear brother." Aelewin says to the large brown bear.

Sitting on the stump and slightly stooped over, Aelewin begins to scan the forest, looking for any signs of trouble or discomfort for the forest. Good, a chance to breathe. He thinks to himself, letting the weariness overcome him. Fiyero steps back, detecting his companion's desire to rest and immediately the bear is ready to defend the resting elf to the death. *The exhaustion runs over him like a wave, dropping him instantly into a deep reverie bordering almost on actual sleep. A strange sensation of familiarity accompanies it as images of many past journeys find themselves in the focus of his resting mind's eye. Resolve beckons its way through the images and brings comfort in the knowledge that Cormyr grows safer everyday he continues to stride forward, that every time he strikes down a giant, or a lich, or a dragon, the land around is just a little bit safe, a little bit more stable. Never able to stop, but never wanting to.*