The Book of Mortals

Elladan

I shall not begin at the beginning, because I remember so little of my days of life. I know that when I was alive, I was a vibrant young man, even into middle age, and was always compelled by knowledge and entertainment above all. There was little I would not do to get a laugh or be the center of attention, and often I got my wish. Because of this attitude, I found myself first in the hands of Isri as a member of the Dawn, teaching all that I knew to any who would listen, and learning as much as I could so that I would not be doing a disservice to anyone by teaching them unnecessary things. After a time, it got to be a little too repetitive and I found myself feeling that while I was happy there, I was not completely satisfied with where I was. I still felt the need for a home. The next step was slightly obvious. I sought out a group of other people that were seeking their home. I found friends, and for time, a Family at the camps of the Romany. I even found love there, and was engaged to be wed to a Romany woman. Much to my chagrin, however, her brother objected and he and I fought. I attempted to kill myself at that point and was nearly successful, but I found counsel in the words of Caliver, a kind priest. He taught me the ways of the Holy Man and I began my life anew after so many years in the guise of a cleric. Once again, I was returned to my place by the Fires, and this time it was an assassin that caused me distress. In a fit of drunkenness, I was trying to console my former fiancee and was threatening extreme acts upon myself. It was he that cajoled me into following through, and I tore myself open in the abdominal region. Bleeding profusely, my days of living ended in pain and horror, both mental and physical.

Now that my life was over, I spent a time in peaceful limbo, away from the mortal coil. From here, my story gets more detailed because I remember it more vividly. After a while, I know not how long, I was raised from my grave and found myself once again in Arinock, albeit in a much less human form. My abdomen was still torn apart and my eyes had been lost to decay. Much of my body had become a breeding ground for vermin, and my soul was forced back into the horrid, decrepit form that I now take. For this act, I was vengeful and took the role of cleric once again in the hopes of learning a holy magic that would once again free me from the world of the living. At various points in my training, I was convinced that I had found the way to free myself, and calling upon the most holy of magicks I knew, I returned myself to slumber. Each and every time, Syrin found it fitting to bring me back to Rhia, and each time, He made it more difficult for me to defeat his magicks. Finally, he bestowed upon me a gift that so few are privy to, and gave me his Holy Blessing, the ability to change forms. The new power I had found was quite enticing and calming, and I was tempted to use it to attack and destroy those that had caused me pain, namely Vernum and the Gypsy Family. None would allow me the chance to attack or catch them at unawares, and eventually, my path crossed that of Sziromicon. Sir Szi, as he is often called, explained to me that what I had been given was indeed a gift of glory from Syrin and not the curse I perceived it to be. If it were not for him, I might still be attempting to defeat the magic that brought me back. Now that I can appreciate the difficulties Syrin went to to bring me here and keep me here, I seek to gain a deeper knowledge of the powers that He holds so that I may be able to better appreciate what I have been given and learn to use it to the best of my powers. As a result, I seek the Circle that dabbles in the Death Magicks, Moander. I want to know what I have become and harness the true power of my God, Syrin.

-First hand, first person, last you'd expect.
- Elladan.
- Formerly Elmdarien and Romany, now His.