Location: Valley of the Dwarves
Coordinates: 144, 61
A cleric for Glilin enjoying the tranquility of the VotD woods.
Speak the Words
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At first glance, you see a man sitting on a stump completely at peace with himself and his environment. Other than the hammer in his hand, nEL-DB.comothing seems out of the ordinary until you note with surprise the pointed tips of his ears. You then realize that all is not as it seems...
HelloHello. Please be welcomed to this place of solitude and tranquility. If you feel the need for a fire, your cheery flames will not bother me. Please sit, rest, and let us share stories with one another. In so doing, may the blessings of Glilin lend strength and power to your tools as you create order out of chaos.
Who are you?Oh please forgive me for failing to introduce myself. My name is Mayven. It is my very great pleasure to meet you.
GlilinAhhh yes. Glilin is the god I serve. He has given me so much I can barely begin to describe it.
What are...?What am I? It's ok. I have been called half blood, half man, elf man, man elf, impure and a host of other things. I am, however, a product of Glilin's forge, although it has taken me years to fully understand that simple truth. I think of myself as a Half-elf now, thanks to Glilin whom I serve. I am his cleric.
What is your story?My story is a long one that begins in White Stone before I was born and is difficult for many to fully appreciate, but I will freely share it. I have found that some stories, like fine cheeses that get better over time, improve with the telling.
White StoneMy father, a poor human from Grahm's Village trying to make a living, was a woodcutter and hunter. He spent his days collecting wood and occasionally killing wild game. My mother, an Elven maid from Tirnwood Vale, had seen my father before and confronted him concerning the trees he was cutting down and the animals he was killing.
Did they argue?Yes, but although they met in strife, each found the other fascinating and after a bit of time they actually sought each other out in order to spend time together. They were unable to put EL-DB.comwords to what they were feeling, but both felt incomplete without the other being near and until they met, neither had realized they were incomplete because it was all they had ever known.
Sounds like love.It was true love. So, against the wishes of their respective families, they were married and after a time I was born. My early years were very happy with my parents. I felt loved and protected and safe. I had human friends and we played many games together. One day, my friends and I were outside playing when a storm blew up and we were quickly soaked.
With their hair plastered to their heads, I noticed that their ears were rounded like my fathers, rather than pointed like mine and my mothers. When I asked them about our differences, they said it was because I was a half blood. I took offense at what they said and began fighting with them. In the end, all of us bore the marks of our conflict when we returned to our homes.
Were you hurt bad?Not physically, but my parents were shocked at my appearance and were cleaning me up when there came a pounding on our door. The other parents had gotten together and a huge shouting match took place. Our lives there were never the same. Even though we were able to go about our daily business, there were the looks we all received and the whispers and silences we had to endure.
My friends' parents no longer allowed me to play with their sons because I was not human. I grew lonely and increasingly angry over the injustice of it all. I am ashamed now to say it, but I began destroying the things I could get my hands on that belonged to the people who I felt had wronged me and my family. I broke flower pots at first, but soon that wasn't enough.