Sonofnone, A Bio In Progress

[Song Druid 1486]

Chapter One: A Tale of Two Lovers

In the time shortly before the Undead stirred and reared their head in Aegis, there was a high-elven woman by the name of Areanne. She was a beautiful woman, tall, and strong, with a fierce expression and a closed heart. This woman the descendant of some long lost Elven nobility, now left to the humble life of a scholar. She traveled across Aegis, recording knowledge.

Even as the Undead slowly started claiming their first foothold in the far reaches of the frozen north, Areanne was traveling in Southern Aegis, learning from the culture of the Humans, and taking in the creations they produced in their short lifespans.

It was about this time that a young elf by the name of Timayame came to Aegis, emerging from a country from across the sea with a past equally mysterious. And even as Areanne smiled at him for the first time, there came a connection that sparked something within the two. Some think that there is one soul out there designed to compliment one's own, and if that were true then these were the two. Areanne noticed, in his company, they breathed in time, and she could swear the sound of her heartbeat was doubled by the unanimous beating of his own alongside hers. At the urging of Timayame, Areanne came and began living with him in a converted cave within a mountain just west of Oren.

It was a tall mountain, and with his skill with a pickaxe and a few years Timayame was able to hollow out more of it and soon they'd created a thriving home within the mountain, their own sanctuary, a secret place to keep to themselves. It was, as many things start out, a wonderful life to share between two people so in love.

In his heart, Timayame could never explain the connection shared with this woman. It was purely magical-there was a connection between them that transcended the limitations of the world, extending into the metaphysical, and linked with the cosmic. To find that one other, custom made by God for you, is extremely rare, indeed, some could say it was a historical moment when they first met; Areanne and Timayame soon acted as one mind, one heart, one soul and one body. They were inseparable, and the spark between them grew more each day. There came a time when they need not speak at all, just exchanged feelings through this connection that seemed to defy all reason, and yet it persisted.

And they would admit, looking back, that when they gazed upon eachother, they were gazing deep into the other's soul. Some said, over time, the beauty of their other half was imprinted on them, and when they walked about, all could see the love and passion they showed for one another on their face. And though they had always held an unnatural glow, Timayame's eyes seemed to shine more than ever in her presence.

Chapter 2: Enemies Made

And so a few years passed, with life going as normal, and serving as a happy life indeed for Timayame and Areanne. However, with the stirrings from the North of the Undead, the world was a little uneasy. The couple decided that it would be wiser to move down south, behind the Whispering Isles. Abandoning the sanctuary, the couple traveled for several weeks before arriving at the old cottage of Timayame's youth. It was difficult, but they were able to settle into a new lifestyle. For the first time in her life, Areanne took on the life of a farmer, but even as she tended the crops of the small garden next to the shack, she often thought with a smile that she must have a drop of Wood Elf in her, because she found an odd comfort in it.

Now, Timayame had professed his past as an assassin to Areanne, and in the spirit of their pure love she accepted it without a second thought. However, those who had been afflicted by his contract killings weren't so nonchalant in forgiving him. And although he covered his tracks, it just takes one slipup to bring everything down.

On one of his jobs, he ventured north of Winterhold to the bandit camp of the "Ashe", a group of seven bandits: Svor, Iren, Illyte, Mogrin, Krugin, Charlsi and Fryttae.

Led by Krugin, a stout orc who'd been exiled from Krugmar in his youth, the group had caused trouble about Aegis for many years, before setting up their camp near Winterhold. Fearing attack, perhaps, Timayame was captured to take care of their leader.

And so it was that with swift feet and a quiet blade Timayame snuck into the camp and slit Krugin's throat as he slept. As he escaped from his tent, Timayame's tunic sleeve snagged on a nail on one of the beams holding the tent up. Jerking himself free, he escaped the camp without detection.

However, Fryttae, stepping up as their new leader, found this small scrap of clothing that remained on the nail, and devoted his time and the time of his men to tracking and taking revenge on Timayame in the most painful way possible for the death of their comrade.

And so one evening, as Areanna watched the beautiful Aegian sunset, Iren, Charlsi and Illyte crept out and took her captive. Even as she screamed, and Timayame rushed to the door, he was not able to save her, only watch as they pulled her silhouette off in the horizon, too far to chase.

When two souls so connected meld together for so long, there is something of a dependency that occurs between them. Being away from his love under such circumstances, for even a week, drove Timayame mad. Withdrawal from one's other half is far worse than sugar withdrawal.

But little did anybody know, Areanna wasn't alone when she was abducted...

Chapter 3: With Child

The journey back to Winterhold was a hard one for the bandits. Carrying this woman farther from her destined love, they tampered with forces they could not hope to understand. However, though it was a struggle, the bandits took their prey to camp successfully. Fryttae would observe this woman, broken and weak, and prey upon her in the night, fueled by urges sparked by her ferocity and beauty, although he paid for his advances with his left eye. In a rage Areanne smote him in the face after the deed was done, spitting bitterly in the blood, and rubbing her wrists where the restraints had tightly held.

Needless to say, Areanne paid dearly for her retaliation. Kept as a servant girl she was forced to wait on the bandits-but as her stomach grew, so did her insanity. Her separation from Timayame was reacting with the hormonal imbalance brought upon her pregnancy. And as she descended more into madness, she held tight to the sliver of sanity that was her unborn child-and she hatched a plan to guarantee the safety of him, no matter the cost.

And biding her time, the months past. When once she was granted always guarded, she was allowed the freedom of privacy. No pregnant woman in this condition, Fryttae rationalized, would be able to cause much trouble.

And as she felt herself too close to release, Areanne realized her time had come. And so in the dead of night, after making sure the camp's night guard was sufficiently intoxicated, Areanne stole away, taking a horse and riding as fast as she could south.

She traveled for many days and many nights, and she came upon King's Road, and approached the Whispering Isles. In this time, it was the most safe from the undead, being so far south that many believed that it would never fall. But that's a story for another time.

Seeing this ragged woman, the townsfolk realized that she was nearing the end of her term, and that she was due any day now, so they brought her in to the home of one of the local women, and a few people were kind enough to tend to her many injuries.

She roomed with another pregnant woman, who had just given birth to a human boy. Areanne found comfort in her presence, and even as she went into convulsions she knew it was good to have somebody understanding her pain.

And so the time came, and the midwife arrived. Long did the labor last, but finally there bore a healthy elf boy. Areanne clutched her child in her arms, kissing his head and adjusting his swaddling clothes. "Serir", she said softly, giving him his name. She then passed out into a tired heap, and the child was laid in a cradle near her, with the other woman's son.

Chapter 4: Changeling

It was a week later-when the raiding party of the Ashe arrived. Areanne did not expect them to follow truly, but even as she heard the devastated screams of the townspeople she knew without a doubt who they were there for.

Jumping to her feet, she knelt down to the cradle near the bed, wiping a tear from her eyes, steeling herself, and then uttered "Come, Serir"...and ran out the door, baby in her arms. The slam of the door was enough to wake the tired harlot who bore the human boy, and she realized immediately that she needed to get to safety as well.

She ran her gaze around the room, unable to find her child, and then noticed the baby in the cradle, sighing with relief. "Oh, Arik...."

Chapter 5: Growth Updated 10/15/2012

It came to pass that this elf grew up a human boy, a bastard child shunned by his peers. The religious and righteous ones who lived in the Whispering Isles taught their children their hatred for the different and it had an ill effect upon Arik. And when the time came for him to help support his mother he was more than happy to do it away from home, as a woodcutter on the mainland of Aegis. In his solitude he would take to torturing the woodland creatures, the visions of the villagers bright in his mind. It did little to help his alignment when his attempts to exact revenge on his kinsmen resulted in his own mother's demise, and he found himself all alone. Truthfully though, he'd always felt a disconnect. When the time came that he had nowhere to turn in that wretched island he'd found it very easy to leave and not return for several decades. A childhood such as his is no easy one. Constant teasing, poverty, and not knowing who your father was always put into his mind a feeling of loneliness and hatred for those around him.

And so Arik set off towards the Cloud Temple of Aegis. Certain the Monks could put him off to a new purpose in life, he felt an elation unlike any other, only to find himself soon coming back down to earth. Vicious storms and a lack of money made it difficult to travel along the treacherous road for long. He found himself making do in crude camps along the road, using his woodsman skills to fetch food and make a petty shelter. One evening, Arik slept in his makeshift tent, and heard passersby, and ventured from his uncomfortable shelter to eavesdrop.

"Soon, Iblees will secure his foothold in the North. Soon, we will march on Sanjezal. The Fallen One's power will grant us absolute victory!" The man chuckled, and his companion spoke-"Let us not dawdle, to the Clutch". They made their way down the road, and Arik returned to his slumber. The next day, he'd collected his furs and things from his past few days in the forest hunting, and made his way to the city of Al'Khazar. The concept of a powerful entity sparked his curiosity. The other children would call him the son of Iblees back on the Isles, but he always thought it was a folk tale. Could it be true that there was such a powerful one out there? Arik devoted himself to finding out.

Over the next few weeks he'd pilfered through dozens of libraries, not learning much other than the same old "Aeriel will prevail" malarkey, but still, he was vigilant. His search lead him to bump into a man who called himself Delfyr. He was a strange man, constantly swathed in mystery, with eyes that glowed a bright blue, drawing Arik in. The man took Arik in, trading his tattered rags for fine silk, and satisfying his thirst for knowledge with an ancient collection of books in his library.

Delfyr resided in a mountainside, in a hidden cavern he called the "Sanctuary". It truly became one to Arik in the years to come, little did he know its significance it would play in the scheme of his life.

[ΚΨΙΞ 710]

wen u make next part?

[Song Druid 1486]

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[Song Druid 1486]

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[marimbamonk 1501]

A very good read sir.

Continue writing. You are great at it.

[Swgrclan 2682]

I decided to read this, and it's very nice Arik. Do you plan to continue it?

[Song Druid 1486]

Updated.

[Wolf Druid Ouity 1461]

get 2 da part bout Ouity

[Areon 947]

get 2 da part bout Ouity

In all seriousness.

An Outstanding read.

[Knox213 10]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.