Name: Sonlen Evandar Xiulta

Age: 87

Race: Elf

Gender: Male

Hair: Dark brown, nearly black

Eyes: Brown

Weight: 134 lbs.

Height: 6 ft. 9 inches

Weapon: A long blade that is imbued with the lost elven magic, this makes it unbreakable as well as causes it to do things from beginning to shoot fire from its tip to temporarily melting. This will cause advantages as well as disadvantages, my character cannot control when or what happens. His style with his blade is very fluid. His style is to focus on defending using as little energy as possible, and once they are exhausted, he will take advantage of this and attack full-force. He also carries an unbreakable recurve bow. Obviously, he does carry a quiver on his back, this is inscribed with words from the elven language. His arrows are very basic, except for the heads, they are made of shed unicorn horn gathered in the elven forest.

Strengths: A quick thinker, he possesses the incredible strength and flexibility of all elves, his archery is much better than his swordsmanship, but it is also decent. His swordsmanship style is found in Weapon. His archery style is very accurate and he likes to concentrate so that he does not miss.

Weaknesses: He will sacrifice anything, including his life, when his friends are in danger. Sometimes he may lose focus of a fight and put himself at a disadvantage. His weaknesses in his swordsmanship is that there are occasionally small gaps in his defense that, if exploited, can cause him to take heavy damage. In his magick it takes him a while to activate a spell and once he has begun using a spell, he must follow through with it, this may cause extended priods of vulnerability.

Skills/Magic: He is apt in small magicks such as basic healing, understanding birds and other animals, and weak attack spells. These include shooting small, blue, glowing energy blasts and a weak, temporary, paralysis ability that only lasts for a few seconds. He also has an incredible lock-picking ability. He can also meditate which can allow him to see the future, but he must concentrate extremely hard; he cannot do this in the middle of a battle, he uses it to calm himself and make himself wiser; and yes sometimes possibly see the future.

Appearance: Like all elves he is very beautiful, but he is also scarred; he refuses to heal scars because he thinks that "all battles, even small ones, should be recorded in some way." He is rather tall and about an average length around him, meaning, he is neither fat nor skinny. He normally dresses in green, earthy colored clothes, brown boots, and his quiver and bow strung acoss his back, also his sword in a black sheath. You can see his eye and hair color above.

Personality: He is rather grim, he takes a very serious view about life, I hope you can understand that this is because of his tortured past. He can be joking and very cheerful at times though. He absolutely hates being lonely, he once believed he was apt to go mad for being without his friend Kitar so long. This was because he was going to warn the dwarves about the vampire conspiracy while Kitar was warning the humans.

Bio: He was born in the elven village Mein by his parents, Narn and Minora. He grew a rather normal childhood for him, but that really isn't saying much.

At age 83 he left to go and explore the world. In a few months, he met his friend Kitar, a tree spirit. He then learned of a vampire plot to either destroy or control the world. There were to many adventures he had for me to tell all you about, but I will tell you some, these will be in the form of important entries from his journal. Along the way he met Moddehn, a dwarf, at the dwarven capitol. He also made many enemies, his story is not yet, and will not be for a very long time, finished.

December 30, 2007

I did meditate today, though I wish I hadn't, what I sensed greatly troubles me. I can't tell exactly what it is, but here is what I could tell ; blood shed, spirits broken, lives lost, great cities destroyed, it isn't good. I haven't decided whether to tell Kitar or not.

January 8, 2008

We didn't reach Baderen as expected, we were attacked by vampires, that's right vampires! I mean, aren't vampires supposed to have a peace treaty with the elves or not?
One of them said something to me : "Why do you fight?" he said, "for you must know your pitiful existence as well as all others, must come to an end soon, there is no point."
"What do you mean?" I asked him. He merely laughed and vanished in a puff of black smoke, as well did the rest. Kitar asked me what I did to make them go away. I told him, "I didn't do anything. One of the vampires....." "Yes?" he asked me, "Never mind" I said, "nothing." Whatever the vampire meant still troubles me, and what's worse is we were driven days away from Baderen. I will write again when there is something to write about.

January 11, 2008

Well, we are back where we were when we were attacked. I found a strange object, it looks like some kind of amulet, it has strange markings on it that I recognize to be of the Vampire Clan of Guren, which means Bloodlust. Their history is as dark as night and black as it too. I haven't told Kitar of this nor of what the strange vampire said to me.

January 27, 2008

I will now tell you of this terrible thing that has happened :

I was sitting in my room meditating when I heard a crash. I ran down, quick as I could, unsheathed my sword and threw back my hood. What I saw was terrible; dead bodies everywhere,
"What happened?" I said to no one but the corpses that littered the ground. I regained my senses and ran out of the destroyed inn and leapt on top of the sign that used to read "The Boar's Tooth." What I saw was Kitar struggling against an onslaught of vampires, with nothing but his oaken sword, I know it's enchanted to be strong as steel but he knows the only way to kill vampires is with silver through the heart.
I used a simple spell to change my steel sword to silver as I did with Kitar's, we killed about six when they realized what I had done to our swords and they all vanished. But it was much to late; dead bodies scattered across the ground and the entire city was completely destroyed. I told Kitar of the Bloodlust Amulet, and of what the vampire said days before. He once again looked at the ground and said,
"Where do you propose we should go?"
"To the Clan of Guren" I replied.

February 8, 2008

What I am about to write is extremely disturbing.

We walked into the cave slowly, staying alert for the attack that might come any moment. Though we weren't attacked; we were greeted by a young vampire.
He said, "Come this way, to the Bloodchief." Kitar slowly nodded, his eyes told me to stay on my guard and to not unstring my bow.
When we reached the Bloodchief I immediately asked him about the Amulet, he smiled and said to me, "Come we shall unlock it's power," I was unsure about this, but I was forced to, as I noticed there were many armed vampires surrounding the room.
They led Kitar and myself to a chamber that I could sense was tainted with evil. One vampire asked me to step into the center of the empty room and place the Amulet on the stone table that was there. I did so. I was then asked to say three words, I did not know their meaning, I do now though, but I will not write them down.
Once I said these words the, strange presence I sensed earlier, it was back! It was stronger! I cried out in pain as I saw what I had done; A demon was rising out of the Amulet. It was terrible, blood red eyes glared at me with hatred. It charged me, but I was unable to move. Instead of colliding with me as it should have, it went within me! It's presence vanished, as did the ruins of the clan. I blacked-out.
I awoke a few hours later and asked Kitar what had happened. He told me the vampires had attempted to release a demon to destroy the world, but instead it is now within me. I asked him if we could destroy it, we couldn't. We could only release it. So now, if the vampires do not attack within a few days to try to release it, they have most likely found another way to destroy the world, or whatever else they are planning. So for now I bear the burden of the demon. I do not know what effects it will have, but I must stay on my guard for anything.

February 21, 2008

This is even more terrible than January 27.

We were riding through the forest at a rather slow pace. There was some brush in the way and I knew that we would have to clear it, as there are enchantments placed upon the forest so that you cannot enter any elven village by any means other than a certain path. It took about an hour to clear the brush.
What we saw then was terrible. My kind, elve's dead bodies were lain on the ground as if they were bloody toys of a baby giant. I was not the only one in despair, trees, hundreds, thousands had been either blasted or burned. I would guess Kitar recognized they once were his kind. We both wept openly.
About an hour later, as I walked through the wreckage, I came upon what once was my home. Both my parents bodies were laying there, looks of fear on their cold, dead faces.
When I went back to Kitar he only had three words to say to me, "Come with me." I did. He led me to what was once the blacksmith's. There was a sword on the ground, it's hilt engraved with the same markings as the Amulet.
I suddenly felt an extreme rage. I exploded! I had to kill! I unsheathed my sword and began striking Kitar with blows I never thought possible. All I remember after that was a look of extreme fear in Kitar's eyes and the uncontrollable desire to kill. I think I blacked-out.
I woke up about an hour later to see Kitar nursing a large gash on his left arm. "Ah, so you woke up," he said.
"What is happening to me?" I had to know.
"I don't know for sure," said Kitar, "but I'd bet it has to do something with that Amulet and the Demon." I was terrified, and still am, of myself.

February 23, 2008

I've noticed I've only been focusing on battles and death and destruction. It's been hard not to. (As I hope you can understand.) But now I will try to be able to put in more entries, so I must focus more on the lighter side of things. However, there is something that cannot be ignored; Kitar and I have decided to separate. We must warn all the races in time! I don't know what will happen if we don't.

March 9, 2008

Well my plan worked... sort of.
I got in to see the King, I walked up to him and said, quickly as I could; "Your Highness, I am here to inform you of an extremely important matter. The vampire Clan of Guren, and possibly more vampires are planning to..... well, I'm not actually sure, but they tried to have me release a Demon. Also, a vampire I was fighting after I was attacked said that we would all die soon, I'm not sure what this means but I know it can't be good."
He stared at me angrily and exclaimed, "Who do you think you are!? Coming and stunning my guards and then telling me of some, some, vampire conspiracy!? Why should I believe you when you have proven yourself a threat to my people?"
"Are we not all threats, your Highess?" I said quietly.
"Well, um. Guards have him thrown out!" So I slowly walked out of the room, as the guards were unconscious; I didn't want the King more flustered then he already was.
As I left, I saw a dwarf, probably a bit older than myself. He walked up to me and said quietly, "I believe you, and if you'll allow it I'd like to come with you, wherever you're going. There is nothing for me here."
At last a companion! I will no longer have to talk to my horse in hopes of real company! His name is Moddehn.

March 18, 2008

Kitar arrived.
I was talking with Moddehn about bows when I spotted a faint blot in the distance. It looked like a horse whose rider was humped over and leaning to the right.
No matter what, I wasn't taking any chances. I strung my bow and kept it pointed at the rider's heart. That is, until, I realized it was Kitar.
Once Kitar was within fifty yards, he suddenly grimaced in pain, and fell off his horse.
I ran to him. "What's wrong?" I asked him.
"Arrow, just above my heart," Kitar barely managed to choke out. He passed out.
"What happened?" asked Moddehn.
"This is Kitar, we have to get him to a healer, fast. I can repair some of the damage with magic, but only enough to keep him alive for a week, if we're lucky."
"So, I expect you to know were these healers live, correct?" asked Moddehn.
"Not exactly, I know they love the sea, and that they often reside in certain areas of the forest, we have the best chance of finding them near the coast."
"So, to the Dreggen Sea," declared Moddehn.
I then repaired what I could by magic, we put Kitar on his horse and we decided to take turns leading Kitar's horse. So now our search for the healers begins.

March 25, 2008

I managed to find the healers.
They said that Kitar would have been lost within three hours. Right now they have Kitar in a tent and are treating him with different herbs. There are lights in the tent. The one who I assume to be the head healer told me Kitar would probably be fine in the morning
I am relieved, but also sad. After Kitar is healed, what should we do? Shall we grow fat and lazy until the vampires destroy us all? We are but wanderers if we have no purpose. The dwarves did not believe me and I doubt the humans believed Kitar, judging by his wound. Once me and Kitar meet with Moddehn I will pose this question to both of them.
If we find no solution will be to either run, which is completely out of the question, or fight the entire vampire army, just Kitar, Moddehn, and me, which is an option where we have no hope for survival. I don't know what we should do.

March 29, 2008

I have met back up with Moddehn, and have posed the question to both Kitar and we have agreed to search the entire land for allies, we will gather an army and place them in what was once my home. We will gather humans, dwarves, fairies, spirits, elementals, and if there are any left, elves. We shall gather a frce so large that King Strophe will be forced to see reason, and the humans will not be the ignorant fools they are. (At least in majority.) We shall destroy the scum that have killed so many with no need.

March 31, 2008

I have found out who injured and nearly killed Kitar.
"It was a vampire, he was about 5 feet 10 inches and had dark hair and pale skin. He also wore a cocky grin, he told me his name was Hedrt, then he shot me and vanished...... I could swear that it was that vampire you were fighting on the way to Kitshen," Kitar told me. I am sure it was that vampire, I will find him and destroy him.........
We are going to the forest to find allies.

April 3, 2008

We have decided to travel through the Ruins. This may seem like a foolish move, but Moddehn told us something: he remembered that The Nameless Town is inhabited only by werewolves. we think we have a better chance against possibly mythical Dark Spirits than an entire town full of werewolves. I will write when we are near the Ruins.

April 8, 2008

We've reached the Ruins and I can sense a presence, not an evil presence like the Demon, but a....... a scared presence. It's feelings are...... sad, scared, and alone. I can't tell what type of creature it is, but it's life force is small, it isn't dying, it's just small. I will write again soon.

April 11, 2008

We are reaching the center of the Ruins and getting closer to the presence, I've told Moddehn and Kitar about this; Moddehn thinks it is one of the Dark Spirits and the feelings and emotions emanating from it are just an illusion, Kitar just sat down and began to think. I think I'll write again when we come upon the presence.

April 14, 2008

We've found the presence and it is nothing that means us harm, that is to say, she doesn't mean us any harm.
It turns out that the presence was a good Dark Faerie, her name is Mirabella Elaine. I will now descrabe the scene when we met her.

We were riding through the Ruins, hoping desperately to reach the other side when we heard someone crying. I knew I should be cautious no matter what so I kept my hand ready to draw my sword, Moddehn was dragging his battleaxe on the ground. (Kitar had been left to guard the horses) We turned a corner and saw a small figure curled up in a corner, her head in her hands, crying. I relaxed my grip on my sword hilt, Moddehn held firmly onto his axe, he does not trust easily.
"Hello?" I said to her, "are you okay?"
She raise her head and piercing dark purple eyes looked at me, framed by a pale face, not deathly pale, but pale like..... beautiful pale.
"Who are you?!" she rose into the air, looking alert and defensive, she didn't wait for a response, but began bombarding us with her powerful magic.
"Wait no! We don't mean you any harm!" I screamed, running from her. She paused for a second and slowly lowered herself until her small face was level with my face.
"I-I don't know why, but, I think I believe you," she said to me.
"Watch yourself Sonlen! She could be tricking us!" Moddehn yelled.
"I am not! And who are you?" she said, suddenly angry.
"Er.. um.. my name is Moddehn," Moddehn said sheepishly.
"Very well then, and my name is Mirabella Elaine, I am a Dark Faerie."

I let her read my journal to inform her of what is going on and she has decided to travel with us. Moddehn still doesn't trust her at all.

April 21, 2008

Mira didn't lie, we are out and heading east for the forest. She is getting a little more talkative, but whenever we find the subjects of magic or the Ruins, she immediately stops talking. I think I should ask her about where she came from, I'll do this within three days.

April 24, 2008

I asked Mira about everything.

"Hey, um, Mirabella?" I said, walking up to her.
"Yes Sonlen, what is it?" she said.
"I don't mean to intrude or anything, but I was wondering, why were you crying in the Ruins in the first place?" I said gently.
"Oh, um, that, well," tears formed in her eyes, "I was at my home, with my mother, and suddenly a huge blast shattered apart our home, It knocked us all out cold. When I woke up I called 'Mom? where are you? Dad?' I flew, barely touching the ground with my toes, to my room where I found, both my-" she gave a sob and tears began running down her cheeks, but she seemed determined to go on, "Where I found both of my parents, dead, with blood still gushing from their bodies. I found this mark," she began to draw in the dirt, "on the pillar that was very near our home, I ran and cried until I could go no further, then you and that dwarf found me."
She went back into her tent.
I looked down, the symbol she had drawn was the one that had inspired rage into my heart, it was the symbol of the clan of Guren.

April 31, 2008

Something's coming....... I can't tell, but it's evil......

April 7, 2008

Damn! I can't believe I let my guard down! I shall never have ones death be my fault! I just got lucky.....

April 15, 2008

It was a werewolf attack.
We all had just gone to sleep and I was awoke by a ripping noise and the sound of Mirabella screaming. I jumped up and ran out of my tent when I remembered that I left my sword and bow in my tent! What was I going to do?! The werewolf turned towards me, but that wasn't what I noticed, what I did notice was Mirabella's limp form on the ground, either unconsious or dead.
I exploded with rage.
I charged the creature full force and it gave me a fanged grin, but, before I reached it, it was on the ground dead, with an arrow in its side. I looked up and saw Kitar with my bow.
"Thanks," I said, "now, we need to see to Mirabella."
We walked to Mira's body and noticed that she was breathing, but just barely alive. Moddehn walked over and said: "She'll be okay, we just need to give her some of this," he pulled out a small vial and put two drops into Mirabella's mouth.
We moved her inside her own, small tent. She has is awake, but weaker.

April 18, 2008

Mirabella has nearly fully recovered. I am leaving. I have left a note telling them I had a feeling I needed to head north, I don't know why, but.... it feels like the right thing....

Allies: Kitar, a tree spirit, Moddehn, a dwarf, and Mirabella, a Dark Faerie.