Eluye, Shunned

Application

[   ] Eluye: A plain scroll, penned in oily black ink
Tue Feb 25 02:44:05 2003
To: Shunned
Greetings.

The Lands have changed much, I hear.  The Champions walk without fear,
fortified by an alliance with the only acting Guardian.  The Canyon has been
quelled, its greatest warriors shamed in combat by those that aid the Light.
It seems that a time of peace has fallen upon Avendar,whence before it was
not so.  It is an ideal time, for those who dwell in shadow.  An ideal time,
to prepare.

I am called Eluye.  My family name is of no consequence, for I was given
none.  I have existed as I am now for barely even a year, prior to which I
was only half alive.  Eighteen years of my life was spent as a being of
spirit and mind, imprisoned in a simacularum formed of sand and sea rot.  It
was what spread my influence, what allowed me to sustain my true body, that
layed comatose, beneath the waves of Lidraeu.  Those who placed me there,
those who poisoned my flesh, have long perished; my adopted mother never
awoke from her nightmares, joining her husband in death.

I am called Eluye.  My family name is of no consequence, for I was given
none.  I have existed as I am now for barely even a year, prior to which I
was only half alive.  Eighteen years of my life was spent as a being of
spirit and mind, imprisoned in a simacularum formed of sand and sea rot.  It
was what spread my influence, what allowed me to sustain my true body, that
layed comatose, beneath the waves of Lidraeu.  Those who placed me there,
those who poisoned my flesh, have long perished; my adopted mother never
awoke from her nightmares, joining her husband in death.

I will never change.

Through the aid of the unwitting Xegzen, and the Two, I am whole.  The
Trigon binds my spirit to my body of flesh and blood, returning to me all
that I had lost.  Now, I seek what I have never known: my heritage.  My
so-called parents found me as a babe, deep within the Blighted portion of
Qilarn.  Always have I felt a strange resonance there, a kinship with those
that exist within that dark decay.  I have only felt the same sensation in
two other places: the Plains of Shargob, and the city of Gogoth.

I am told that the Coven can provide me with the knowledge I seek.
Knowledge that may perhaps lead me to the answers I seek.  I have met the
Vanguardsman called Rilistrac.  From him, I learned that the ways of the
Shunned are not so far from my own.  Beyond seeking first true existance,
and now my heritage, I seek direction.  I have no ties, beyond those to
myself.  Perhaps within the Coven, may I find a true purpose, for my
talents.

Such is what I can offer.  My skills, my abilities, my dedication.  My very
life.  With my mind, I can tear the secrets from others.  I can turn friends
against each other, creating turmoil from within.  And with the misbegotten
trust of the Light, I can tear away at their very foundation, should the
need arise.  I offer myself to the Coven in my entirety, as the tool and the
artisan.

I await your answer.

Signed,
Eluye, the Complete

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