My
childhood seems like eons ago… though I will never forget the feel of
running barefoot through the soft grasses of the Faydark. It was there
in that lush land that I started my life’s journey. I know not of my
parents except that they loved me and were loath to leave my side. I
know this because my Grandmother, who raised me, said it was so and the
dear woman would never lie. I was content with such a brief explanation
of my beginnings, and flourished in my Grandmother’s love and
teachings.
Our home was a wonderful, though
somewhat small dwelling nestled in the trees at the edge of Greater Fay.
My Grandmother collected and traded gems and stones with the many
travelers making their way across Norrath. One day while playing with a
few of the pretty rocks, I discovered that I could summon a small
elemental as a playmate. When my Grandmother found my pet she decided it
was time for me to start studying in earnest the ways of the magician.
She enlisted a friend, a traveler who often stayed with us, to take me
out to practice my newfound talent. He was a wise Gnome, whom I thought
to be extremely old, yet very dear. We traveled all over the forests of
Faydark, hunting and bringing home small trinkets of my conquests. My
Grandmother was determined that I learn to wield my staff for protection
as well, in case my spells were to fail me. I must say that her
insistence on this saved me many a time when I was young. I am still
known to bring out my trusty staff in times of crisis when the mana
stops flowing.
The old Magician had endless patience
with me. I am sure I was a most stubborn student, but also had an
endless quest for knowledge in the craft. Those were indeed happy
days… Until we returned one eve with our packs full of wasp wings and
spider silk to find the little house was no more. It seems a group of
orcs had been rampaging through the area. I would never see my
Grandmother again. The old Magician was called away to help in the fight
against the rising dark menace across our fair land. And I began the
long journey to find a home and a family.
I traveled forth and back across a
good portion of Norrath, filling my eyes with the beauty and strangeness
the land had to offer before meeting the first of my new family very
near where I had grown up. Atraiyu, a fellow mage and finely chiseled
High Elf, was looking for the dark lair of the Minotaurs. He was
accompanied by Grey Star, the graceful healer from Felwithe, and
Vellinous, the loyal wood elf ranger with a heart as big as all Norrath.
It was there in the Mino caves that our separate searches for that which
we could not describe intertwined to a common goal. It would not be long
and I would also come to know Rillvanna, the generous cleric from
Erudin. And then upon traveling again to Free Port, I would find
Davandar, the ruggedly handsome paladin. One by one our family would
grow. Friendships forged in battle and heart to last for all time.
During your travels, if you should
happen upon any of my family, know that you will be treated fairly and
will find help when you are in need. As you sit near the campfire, look
into your heart as you would the flames. If you value honesty, are loyal
and true, and have a yearning for knowledge; then perhaps you will find
your way into our family.
