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The Book of Mortals |
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Recorded through dictation by Lesa |
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Well.. I suppose I should really start at the begining? Hmmm...... My childhood was troublesome, not as much as some I have met in my travels but not easy either. Being a Werekin made me the target of bigoted people who fears what is different from them, but such is life i guess. I was adopted by Joseph and Frezi Morgote, a kindly old couple who took care of me when my real parents died at the hands of an angry mob out for someone to blame for the recent deaths occuring in the village. They clothed me and fed me raising me like their own, on reflection i think their kindness influenced me most, they didnt care that I was born from a Kine farther and were mother.... Just that I was in need of love and protection. After many years I decided to prove myself to be worthy of thier kindness..... So I studied the Cleric's arts in order to heal my foster parents when they felt ill or in pain. Many years passed... And as I grew the Morgote's got older, older and less able to care for themselves, I felt a mix of sadness and joy. Sadness for the fact they would not be long in this realm but joy in the fact that I was able to ease their suffering and care for them like they did me. The last few months of their lives were the hardest on me, I cooked cleaned and fed them as they seemed less and less in touch with the world around them. It tore me apart to see them like that, life can be cruel sometimes. They steadily got worse and slipped further into oblivion. A week after they stopped speaking Tyrin took them to a better place, they just never woke up. After their burial rites i sat inside their house and thought about the future and what it might hold for me. Days passed, i barely noticed, I was so entrapt in my fugue that i didnt eat or sleep. I just sat there waiting for a sign. It wasnt long before Tyrin cast light on the path of my life. I packed what worldly possesions I had and gave the house to the village elders to allocate to the most needy and set of into the world. I had many adventures in strange lands and met many fine people before I learned of the story Marlena and the Kindred, from there I learned of the three brothers Xemeros, Nabu and Rysher and their task to spread knowledge and protect the innocent. At long last I had found my calling, since then I have strived to help and protect the young and further my knowledge of the world around me.
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