Post by Wizard on Jul 6, 2004 17:50:48 GMT -5
(I've been working on this for some time on binder paper, and most of it is still there instead of here. I'll keep adding to it, however. This is NOT to be used for in-game knowledge, so players, police yourselves! No metagaming!)
I, Quitheren of the Ruling House Snowblythe, having been born of goodly parents, take quill in hand with heavy heart. If this is read, I am either dead, or thought to be dead. When I feel the time is right, I will entrust this record to Godric Proudmoore, the most sensible of those whose fates are entwined with mine. He is perhaps slightly arrogant, but good at heart. I hope he will be able to read it---the common language of this continent is new to me.
I was born Quitheren Snowblythe, first and only child of Lord Therenas Snowblythe and Lady Marlys Valarian, twenty-three years ago. I never laid eyes on my mother, for she left with her people but a month after my birth. The elves have yet to grace Milinene since that day, as far as we know. We were a people continually under siege, my friend. The undead my ancestors beat back centuries ago still prowled the edges of our land, and only the Leaf Watch kept them there. Day by day, those proud warriors hunted the dead wherever they hid, protecting our people from the horrors of the night. Each of us---even I, of royal blood, and Scion to the Chair---trained that we might someday join their ranks.
I wasn't fantastically skilled at arms. I was strong, and did well with the staff, but the bow, I think, will forever elude me. I never quite got the knack for the swords with which my friends endlessly practiced.
No, I spent my time in the falconry. To fly...that was my dream. Sometimes I would take a bird out just to watch her fly, whether she caught anything or not. The falconmaster quickly grew exasperated with me, claiming that I was turning the birds wild by letting them eat what they caught, rather than feeding them myself. Perhaps I did---though the birds always came to my call, I do think they grew a bit unruly for any other master. I would walk into the falconry to a chorus of friendly screeches, but dead silence prevailed for anyone else.
My term for the Leaf Watch approached---my four years for my people. Even scions must repay their debts, I suppose. So a month before my entry into the Watch, I
I, Quitheren of the Ruling House Snowblythe, having been born of goodly parents, take quill in hand with heavy heart. If this is read, I am either dead, or thought to be dead. When I feel the time is right, I will entrust this record to Godric Proudmoore, the most sensible of those whose fates are entwined with mine. He is perhaps slightly arrogant, but good at heart. I hope he will be able to read it---the common language of this continent is new to me.
I was born Quitheren Snowblythe, first and only child of Lord Therenas Snowblythe and Lady Marlys Valarian, twenty-three years ago. I never laid eyes on my mother, for she left with her people but a month after my birth. The elves have yet to grace Milinene since that day, as far as we know. We were a people continually under siege, my friend. The undead my ancestors beat back centuries ago still prowled the edges of our land, and only the Leaf Watch kept them there. Day by day, those proud warriors hunted the dead wherever they hid, protecting our people from the horrors of the night. Each of us---even I, of royal blood, and Scion to the Chair---trained that we might someday join their ranks.
I wasn't fantastically skilled at arms. I was strong, and did well with the staff, but the bow, I think, will forever elude me. I never quite got the knack for the swords with which my friends endlessly practiced.
No, I spent my time in the falconry. To fly...that was my dream. Sometimes I would take a bird out just to watch her fly, whether she caught anything or not. The falconmaster quickly grew exasperated with me, claiming that I was turning the birds wild by letting them eat what they caught, rather than feeding them myself. Perhaps I did---though the birds always came to my call, I do think they grew a bit unruly for any other master. I would walk into the falconry to a chorus of friendly screeches, but dead silence prevailed for anyone else.
My term for the Leaf Watch approached---my four years for my people. Even scions must repay their debts, I suppose. So a month before my entry into the Watch, I