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To all of whom it may concern, I am an old, fail soul that goes by the name of Elandriella. I come lands far north, way beyond the snowy veil of the Arctic. In ancient times, I had a family name to claim as my own, but that is of a time when I had a homeland to return to. All of that, my hundreds of years, is of a long bygone past now. Though born I was, under the bright shining moon of my distant homeland, in a clan of elves dedicated to darker magic, it matters not to me in any way in the present; I only bring it up in the spirit of full disclosure. I no longer identify with the clan I was born under, of seekers of the forbidden arcane powers. I no longer hold the views that they held regarding magic, one that utterly destroyed our homeland. I no longer appreciate their approach toward power, citing that might is right, justifying the means with the end results. And most importantly, I no longer deem myself worthy enough to claim a name larger than necessary. Throughout all my years, I lost or abandoned most of the things about me, but I do still have the first name I was given by the priestesses of the moon; I am Elandriella, of a long gone past. My clan paid for its sins of desecrating and forsaking the land it sat upon, and I wish to make amends, and to learn to live alongside nature. I wish to return to a life that I, and my entire clan of what is now void worshippers, should have returned to long ago. I seek a home, a place to belong to, but more importantly, guidance along the path to what is right. -Elandriella | |