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Application

[   ] Inyaidu: Fealty.
Thu Feb 13 21:16:37 2003
To: shunned
Lords and Ladies of the Eternal,

I hope that this message reaches those of you who remain one with the
material plane.  I have taken great pains to assure the save travel of this
note to your Halls in complete and utter secrecy, secure in the belief that
it will be distributed appropriately.

Allow me to introduce myself.  I am the mincraftress Inyaidu, of the
Bandorian house Rehlyar.  I am a student of the Mind, and all of its
machinations.  My goal in life has always been to affect those around me,
either through thought or word.  I have spent most of my ninteen years
studying the correct application of words to action, and action to will.
While I must admit that I am nowhere near the level of accomplishment of
many of You, I do believe that I already have some small influence on the
modes and methods of thought of many of the inhabitants of the realm.  For
example, I have recently been able to coerce two adventurers-- a scholar of
earth and a templar of flame-- into accepting me as their 'friend.  ' While
this may seem only a small feat at present, the fact that both of them have
stated that 'all humans look the same,' and that 'most humans are worthy
only of smashing' (I paraphrase, of course) are yet willing to accept
myself, a human, into their company is most impressive.  Might they be
planning some grand retribution against me?  Perhaps.  Yet I am confident in
my ability to keep their blades pointed squarely away from me for the rest
of our time together.

As far as the actual manipulation of thought, I must also admit that I am
not particularly advanced in rank, nor standing.  Yet it is for this reason
that I write to You now.  I have witnessed several incidents lately that
have made me decide to seek You now, rather than later.  All of them have
happened within my beautiful City, and have caused my faith in the general
populace to wane heavily.  The first involved a 'conversation' between a
pair of rogues that ultimately degenerated into violence, and the death of
the outnumbered man.  While it was well to see this simpleton swept from the
streets, it broke my heart to witness the greed with which the three victors
stripped the dead man's corpse of things.  Such lawlessness, such blatant
disregard for society as a whole, shakes me to my very core.  The second
instance involved a pair of female archmagi who spoke to each other in such
a simple tongue it was practically below me to even comprehend it.  They
patted each other's heads patronizingly, and giggled and snickered like the
overgrown children they are.  One of the Archmagi toyed recklessly with
illusions of great power, which ultimately ended up being nothing more than
overblown tricks.  This, combined with the single-mindedness of the Champion
Aehaeser simply turned my stomach.  They do not truly Know themselves, nor
have they any true sight into the function of truth in the land.  Rather
than seek knowlege or thought, they seek meaningless giggling and trite
statements of mock heroism.

I write to You, great masters of the Eternal, because I seek a new home.  A
home in which my penchant for Knowledge will be appreciated.  A place in
which I can find Truth in knowing, and Knowing in truth.  An abode where the
intellect is not left to be crushed, smited, or otherwise left to the winds
of chaos that seem to have taken over Var Bandor.

I ask you to judge me.  To take all the force within me and see it as the
potential for success-- and, most importantly, power-- that it is.

I shall await your reply as long as is necessary.
Inyaidu Rehlyar.

Background

Born into a family of petty nobility in Var Bandor, Inyaidu Rehlyar was
brought up with the proverbial silver spoon.  Proverbs aside, she was mostly
a bratty child who demanded that things be done her way "or else."  Not much
exploration of what the "or else" meant was seen, however, since she seemed
to have the uncanny ability to make her parents do whatever she wished.

As a child, Inyaidu did a large amount of sitting around her house.  Her
father was a rather successful merchant and her mother a fledgling
courtesan, so she often found herself at the center of attention of a number
of travelers.  She highly disliked this attention at first, and often would
lock herself in her room, thinking about how much she wanted to be left
alone.  As a result, she usually was.  As time went by, however, she began
to find herself more and more amused by the reactions that each traveler had
to her wishes to remain out of the social life.  She began changing her
attitudes markedly for different visitors, and attempting to discover what
they responded best to.  Eventually, she found great joy in creating these
false facades for herself, and began reading into the history of deception.
She joined her father on one of his many trips to Earendam, and discovered
within the library there a few old tomes detailing the aeiln worship of
Serachel before his fall.

This fascinated Inyaidu greatly, and she began delving more deeply into the
small amounts of literature written about the Lord of the Fallen in the
years since.  Most of it was written in Aelin, however, so she taught
herself enough of the tongue to understand it, though her bias toward older
forms of the language have proved frustrating in her comprehension of the
language as it is today.

Once Inyaidu reached the age of eighteen, she left her parents' home in Var
Bandor and took up study with Kisjam, in an effort to learn more about her
own mental abilities of suggestion.  She has dedicated herself to finding
out more about the Lord of the Fallen, for she believes that his guidance
will help her to better manipulate her foes into believing her entirely
innocent.

On her first day within the School of Heroes, Inyaidu convinced a pair of
ch'taren to join with her, and to aid her in education.  This she saw as a
sign from Serachel as to her future, and toward the fact that she would be
able to eventually coerce the entirety of the Light into believing that
something other than a will to control all things burns beneath.

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