Post by Klayn TaeLetek Everglare on Feb 7, 2010 3:22:44 GMT -5
"Well, *a long, heavy sigh* I suppose I should begin at my birth... You see, my mother was a fine women, Lydel Firla Everglare was her name. She was a Blood Knight in high standing, and a very dedicated one at that. Then you have my father , *a gagging sound spews from Klayn's throat* or rather, the man who put his seed in my mother. Victoril Relen Everglare, the most pompous, self-centered, arrogant mage you would ever have the misfortune of meeting... Anyway, when I was born Victoril wasn't there. My mother was. When I first walked, Victoril wasn't there...mother was... *Klayn's voice increases intensity and pace*My first birthday, my first words, my first time experiencing the wonders of magic, Victoril wasn't there. *Long sigh* But my mother was.
As I recall, the only times I saw Victoril were the times I was being beaten...and mother was crying. I'd seen her spar with the other Knights, and I never understood why she wouldn't stand up to Victoril's temper. Today, I realized he was stronger than her, and had destroyed her will. Not to worry, this has been resolved. Ah, but., we aren't quite there yet.
Anyway, at the age of fifteen I recall picking up a sword and listening to my mother instruct me in the ways of the Blood Knight. How to bend the light to my will, make it do as I commanded. This power, the wonderful flow of energy through my cold veins, it felt good. I swore to her that this was my calling, and dedicated myself to the study and practice of being a Blood Knight.
Now that my mother was training me to fight, I was old enough to start recognizing the little hints. Victoril was away ofter, as I have mentioned, and my mother conspired against him. Every word she spoke when he was home was thick with misery. She hated being with him, but he had beaten her into submission, or so he thought.
I was twenty three when I witnessed my mother being beaten half to death by Victoril. She was asleep when he attacked her, I arrived shortly after her had hit her with his staff. She lay, bleeding profusely, on her bed, and he stood over her, screaming hatred about her and I, swinging...swinging...swinging...
He didn't hear me come in. He didn't see me take my mother's short sword from the rack. He never sensed I was creeping behind him. That night though, he did feel something. The cold of a blade, through his neck. All the way through.
So there I was, little house tucked into the corner of Silvermoon, bloody sword in my hand, Victoril's limp body and disgusting head on the floor, and my mother unconscious on the bed. Calling on the light, I healed my mother as best I could. She awoke, looked upon the ground, and screamed. For a brief moment she looked up at me, and I know...I KNOW she was smiling. I smiled back.
I left the house then, running into the night and out of the city. If you ask me why now, I wouldn't be able to tell you, but I just felt compelled to escape. And I did. When I returned to Silvermoon the following morning, I learned my mother had taken credit for the death of Victoril, claiming self-defense. She had left the city. I've yet to find her.
So that's how I came to be here. Was this not all you wanted to learn of me? No? Did you wish to know more? To know my life? I told you my story, but that is as close as you're going to get. I don't know you. I don't trust you. Perhaps one day I shall tell you more, but until then, I remain to you, only a name. Klayn Tae'Letek Everglare. Remember it, or don't... but you'll hear it again."
As I recall, the only times I saw Victoril were the times I was being beaten...and mother was crying. I'd seen her spar with the other Knights, and I never understood why she wouldn't stand up to Victoril's temper. Today, I realized he was stronger than her, and had destroyed her will. Not to worry, this has been resolved. Ah, but., we aren't quite there yet.
Anyway, at the age of fifteen I recall picking up a sword and listening to my mother instruct me in the ways of the Blood Knight. How to bend the light to my will, make it do as I commanded. This power, the wonderful flow of energy through my cold veins, it felt good. I swore to her that this was my calling, and dedicated myself to the study and practice of being a Blood Knight.
Now that my mother was training me to fight, I was old enough to start recognizing the little hints. Victoril was away ofter, as I have mentioned, and my mother conspired against him. Every word she spoke when he was home was thick with misery. She hated being with him, but he had beaten her into submission, or so he thought.
I was twenty three when I witnessed my mother being beaten half to death by Victoril. She was asleep when he attacked her, I arrived shortly after her had hit her with his staff. She lay, bleeding profusely, on her bed, and he stood over her, screaming hatred about her and I, swinging...swinging...swinging...
He didn't hear me come in. He didn't see me take my mother's short sword from the rack. He never sensed I was creeping behind him. That night though, he did feel something. The cold of a blade, through his neck. All the way through.
So there I was, little house tucked into the corner of Silvermoon, bloody sword in my hand, Victoril's limp body and disgusting head on the floor, and my mother unconscious on the bed. Calling on the light, I healed my mother as best I could. She awoke, looked upon the ground, and screamed. For a brief moment she looked up at me, and I know...I KNOW she was smiling. I smiled back.
I left the house then, running into the night and out of the city. If you ask me why now, I wouldn't be able to tell you, but I just felt compelled to escape. And I did. When I returned to Silvermoon the following morning, I learned my mother had taken credit for the death of Victoril, claiming self-defense. She had left the city. I've yet to find her.
So that's how I came to be here. Was this not all you wanted to learn of me? No? Did you wish to know more? To know my life? I told you my story, but that is as close as you're going to get. I don't know you. I don't trust you. Perhaps one day I shall tell you more, but until then, I remain to you, only a name. Klayn Tae'Letek Everglare. Remember it, or don't... but you'll hear it again."
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