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Background

[ 13] Arkhural: Wynliean's bg
Wed Jul 30 10:17:29 2003
To: Taesuke Yendri Arkhural
Wynliean Fyhl'Julkrest was born to a mother of some reknown in the guild
of earth, and a simpleton father from a warriors guild.  His was a childhood
of self torture and self hatred.  How could someone whom was so adept with
the incantations and rituals of the arcane be linked and related to someone
of such simple blood as a warrior father?

Plotting and planning was essential in all things.  He would of course have
to erase all associations with this and bring to himself a clean and fresh
start in life.  Born as a simple named child Derkin D\@krastus, he would of
course bring his own name into the reknown of a mage of the pure and
unequalled form of the mages of fire.  Soon, as his life would come to form
he would bring into action the plan that would clear him from everything
that had brought him shame and unfortune all his life.  Yes, soon he would
of course have to slay his mother and father and bring himself back from the
depths of normalcy.

Time came and past and soon Wynliean found himself learning the ways of the
mages of fire well beyond he had ever expected.  Yes this would be the time
indeed.  He came to his home, his father and mother sleeping in bed.  With a
raise of his hand, and c quick word they were both consumed and gone.  A
smirk of satisfaction was all that was offered and his work was done.  Soon
the caves would all know of the deaths and of the burnt and charred bodies.
A sham though, that his workings with the mages of fire was his and his
alone to know and hold.  Time came and passed and Wynliean would find his
life far better without the normalcy and mundane that had been his parents.

So well had his plan worked that none had ever expected him to have done it,
not such a haenous and and brutal murder.  He would of course spend the rest
of the little time that he had left within the caves studying and improving
his knowledge of the flame and of the martial spehere of fire.  Thusly he
had come to purchase and read through many a tome and ledger on the fact of
the fires.  He poured through the tomes and the ledgers with speed and
ferocity, drinking in the knowledge and the spells without so much as a
pause in his lreadings.

Soon it came time to enter himself within the mages guild of the nearing
cities of either Var Bandor or Earendam.  Var Bandor of course would be the
ideal place, for Master Toloth was more of what Wynliean had been than any
he had yet to hear about.  This would allow him of course to work his way
into the populace without bringing to much attention to himself, and work
towards his higher goals of striving for the markings of the shadow mask.
Indeed, a life of power and flasity he had been living since before he was
old enouph to even practice the magics of flame, and his life was more than
most would ever imagine.  The life of everything would come to understand
soon enouph that his was a life devoted to the goals of power and
discipline.  Manipulation and secrecy, among other things would bring him to
find those of like mind that were willing to devote thier lives not to greed
and stupidity, yet to the greater ideals of control and power through the
means of manipulation and secrecy.

Application

[  0] Wynliean: A fine scroll penned in crimson

Sun Jun 29 18:41:43 2003

To: shunned


Denizens of the halls of the shunned, my name is Wynliean Fyhl'Julkrest. 
I study beneath master Toloth of Var Bandor as a mage of the flames.  I have
just recently come to know of the halls and pen my scroll forthwith for
entry into them.  Perhaps however, I should explain myself and my past life
so that we each have a better knowledge of one another.  

I was born under the normal name of Derkin D'krastus, a name which I was not
long to keep.  You see my mother was a somewhat accomplished mage of the
earth and my father a simple minded rogue.  His likes were not what I've
come to accept as company.  A man whom let his actions and standings be
known to the world around him is a rather simple man in my eyes you see, for
I myself am one that would conquer and divide a foe without them having
knowledge of my involvement in such.  Simple barbaric skills are not my set
of style, and something that I have come to look rather down upon.  Thusly,
I was forced to take matters into my own hands early in life and rid myself
of both my mother and father for their simpleton ways and bring forth the
life that I now live.  It was something that perhaps others would have
looked down upon, yet it was a necessity that needed doing, and one that I
trusted very few with handling.  


After my parents were dispatched I lived alone for some time within the
small caves of my natural home, so as to not arouse thoughts of my
involvments in their demise.  All the while however, I was bartering with a
merchant whom wandered the river and after a rather large sum of money was
handed over came to hold some very well written scrolls and tomes of the use
of fire from Yithoul.  I studied them day and night, waiting and readying
myself for the journey that would ensue when I came of age to leave the
shanty that my mother and father had called home for so long.  Thus, I found
myself within the rather dirty streets of Var Bandor and after a short time
within the threshold of the guild of void and fire.  Toloth was more than
happy to accept a student that had shown some aptitude with the flames and
after telling him what brief bits he needed to know abot how I came to learn
such, and a rather large sum of platinum, I was made an initiate within the
guild.  


Now then, from there I traveled a rather few short months and came across
another relic from and ancient alien city within one of the older shops of
Earendam and glanced over it.  It told of the fallen god Serachel, and his
ways and thoughts.  I of course bought it and took it with me at once, and
poured over it with a fever of lust and want.  I came to see that Serachel
was, if no one else, the example by which I had lived my life thus far.  So
as any my have guessed I penned a scroll to his last known servant and
described my life in short detail, vowing to send a fresh scroll once I had
achieved a higher stature in life.  My goals had now formed within my head
you see, yet I was still missing a key element.  A place where those of like
mind and thouhgt could be found to aid in the very things that I wished. 
And that is where the Coven of the Shunned came to me.  I had heard
mutterings of it from the random and rather foolish scholars and templars of
spirit I had encountered.  They had spoken of a hall in which the claimed
the damned and dark walked and sought to slaughter little children.  I of
course, knowing that they speak only half truths, to what I wished from
their words and set out to find this place and learn more about it.  I had
come across a rather odd man in my dreams, one whom spoke to me from a gout
of flame and explained the very workings of something I knew that I needed
to me, and then pointed me in the direction in which I could find more about
your halls.  Thus, I found what I was looking for in another form.  It seems
that I was overlooked when selsect few had another talk of the halls you
each walk in, and I gathered enouph to know that this is what I have been in
need of since I have arrived within this dismal town.  


You see I am a man of thought and planning, not one to go about half witted
and run into things that would lead to what I try and build from what I now
have.  I of course seek to bring myself within the powers of the lands, yet
not in a way of a normal person.  I've no need to kill outright and
slaughter those that I could later have work for me, when in fact I could
have others do such for me.  I've thought long and hard on what I desire and
it is not the common wealth of mortal hands, nay though that may come with
what I seek it is not the driving factor in my life.  I seek power of the
mind, of the body and over men themselves.  Not out of might and death, yet
our of control and trickery.  I seek to learn all that I can and take with
me all that have the same mind and likeness within their bodies.  I've no
care for what happens to me after this body decays and rots, yet I seek ways
to ensure that this takes place well beyond the mortal standings of life.  


I've no qualms of allowing the veil to bring me this power, and knowledge
and would give what was needed to allow this to take place of course.  I am
a man of reason you see and to gain what I seek I do understand that certain
sacrifices would need be made to bring it about.  Thus, I send this note to
the Shunned in hopes of garnering what I seek and bringing with me what I am
to aid.  The powers that I learn through Toloth alone are revered and feared
by many, and with the mind that I hold are a certain force to aid in the
dealings of the halls.  I only trust that we can come to an agreement in
this matter and soon work along side one another.

Logs

Wynliean, meet ms. Shadow

Wynliean's task

Wynliean, Raelira, Ialaenel discuss the future

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