Khel's Reminiscence

[Baconthief 682]

A large leather bound book lies in the possession of Khel Oussana, formerly known as Dezar. On the front cover of the book lies the large seal of the Oussana Family.

I begin to write this so late in my life because, with each step I take into the cloud of time, the less I can see what's behind me. I must force myself to write them down, so in the future when my mental state deters with the hundreds more years I'll dwell on this earthly plain, I'll remember my deeds, my past, and my identity. Also, if I were to perish in the battles to come, the truth of Dezar'drez Oussana, better known as Khel, will come to the surface.

The Past

I, Dezar, first son of Dezinth, was born in a cavern near Ravenhold in Aegis. It was under the domineering watch of my father that I was guided to respect and take hold of the Oussana values, darkness, combat, honor, and tradition. The furthest event my mind can resurface would be the right of passage for Oussana children. The consumption of a mild poison to express and flaunt willpower, and the first marking upon the Oussana skin, the family seal. When I reached seven years of age, I painfully took the mark on my forearm; a mark I bare with pride now. My father, Dezinth, spent the first twenty years of my life molding and forming me into perfection. Like many of my people, a skill with sword was passed down by my father; however, he also gave me the tools for survival in solitude, a tool I've used unlike any other.


 

((Dezar/Khel Oussana as a young child.))

Upon my twentieth year, my father cast me out from our secluded home, embedded within the roots of a grand to to carry the name of Oussana, first born into the realm outside. I was to adapt and become one with the elves of Malinor. I never felt like I belonged with the pale-skinned elves. I could only find it rarely when one of my people came into Malinor. I did not belong, but a life with the wood elves was the closest thing I had to community.There was little of my people in Malinor, yet those I found fellowship with; however, among the few, Sythra was one of these. Our paths were the same at our meeting. We both left our different homes and took up the title of Malinorian. Little did I know, she would take the path of the high council, and I would unexpectedly follow behind her. I joined the wardens in my youth; the seemingly ancient protectors of Malinor. I recall being the only one of my kind in the wardens. It was as if my people at the time were strangers in this land. Yet, this gave me a chance to stick out from the rest. With the tradition of the dark elves in my hand, I was able to surpass my elven comrades with ease, quickly becoming an officer in the wardens.



((Dezar as a Warden))

Aegis was at war, and I was thrown in the middle of it. I came from the safety of my cave, my home, as the undead began their heinous assault on life itself. I, along side many wardens and soldiers, fought tirelessly against the evil, even when all seemed lost. This war raged for decades, until the dawn of Aegis came, the dawn we are all familiar with. I was present at the last battle of Aegis, the one that decided the fate of all life. I survived in the battle and was able to join the few remaining friends and allies I had left at the verge. It was there, in the darkness of the ruins, that I began to use the tools of self-reliance and solitude.

When we arrived in Asulon, a race of people who I felt I belong to came about. The Mori’quessir seemed to value everything I valued; life with the shadows, beauty, and physical prowess. I did not belong with Malinorians. These people, the Mori, would give me the community I desired, since I left my forgotten cave near Ravenhold. Although on the outside we were the same, at heart, we were much different. I escaped the shackles of slavery I was willing put around my wrists, but I did not go to the surface. At the surface there was no home for my people, down there in Menocress, there was a home. I choose a life of solitude and loneliness for countless years, living in the darkest depths of Menocress.




((The caverns of the Mori’Quessir))

I found my sustenance through fish and crab in the cold dark waters . Along with the mushrooms on the banks, that were sorted between poison, food, and whatever creatures that lurked the darkness, I was able to survive. Years of this lifestyle went by, and my solitude and feral ways began to eat at what was left of my war-torn mind. I longed for the company of others, yet I knew I could not walk among the Mori’quessir . For the first time in years, I looked up at the ceiling. Malinor was above me, even though I believed a dark elf could not live among the pale-skins, I knew I had to go. The surface elves would give me community, like they did before. At that rationalization, I began my ascent to Malinor.




((The stairway from the caverns to the surface world, Malinor))

In the past I joined the elven guard, like the past, I quickly became an officer. I eventually became the high commander of the Sentinels and from there, a prince of malinor. It was from this second chance that I found my community and the belonging I've sought after


=====OOC BIT=====
I decided to have Khel write a journal of all the events and ongoings in his life. There was many many things that happened before the background I just described, but that is just a summary. I'll be doing this weekly and feel free to comment on it when you like. This is also rply an item IG that can be found on Khel. Also I apologize beforehand for the large amount of Drizzt pictures this will probably contain. It's hard to find dark elf pictures that are not of Drizzt, so if you ever see a panther in one of these pictures ignore them because Khel doesn't have a pet

[Dromui 755]

(( I expect to see some Azel in this bad boy~ ))

[Baconthief 682]

((This is just his back story and it's a summary. I'll be adding onto this as rp occurs, I bet you'll be mentioned))

[Dromui 755]

(( Alright cool~ ))

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

(( Well Done! ~))

[Yuln 265]

(( look at that Smexy family crest :3 ))

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

(( D'awwww, little baby Khel is so cute. ^_^ But you left out one essentially important detail! How does he get his hair to be so fantastic?

 

Seriously though, this is very nice and well written, I look forward to reading more.))

[Saviordude 133]

((If Saviticus doesn't show up, I'll grow a shroom up your arse!))

[Baconthief 682]

When the page is flipped, on the back of the previous page there is more writting, It's dated with each event

 

 

I find myself a wanderer once again, yet not because I feel I do not belong it's an inert desire to understand and uncover the secrets this world may hold. I've grown fond of the pine forest nearest malinor, both because of its beauty and the secrets it holds in the ruins. Everything about this forest draws my attention and I've grown attached to it.

 

((The forest))

 

One of these ruins in particular always seems to draw my attentions. I sit infront of the collapsed entrence for hours, pondering on what could be on the other side. It's by far the biggest ruin in this forest and I know it has answers on who or what built these ruins before our arrival

 

((The mysterious ruin))

 

The page here has born torn out as if the author suddenly decided not to share the secrets of the page, perhaps he will put it in later

 

((I saw something I shouldn't and don't want to spoil the future event for anyone. Maybe I'll add it later once it's common knowledge))

 

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As I return from the ruin, I toss the strange event back in forth in my mind, attempting to find the meaning. In my contemplation I bump into my daughter, Rathina, and my nephew. I stare down at my brood, feeling proud as I see the strength of the Oussana radiating from both of them. They're both young, and it's their youth that reminded me of myself at their age and the right of passage I was forced to undertake. I knew I could not force these two to undertake it, so I simply proposed it. They both accepted, accepted to take the marking of their family onto their skin; however, niether wanted to take the poison I had to take when I was younger.

 

 

I gave my daughter the tattoo on her wrist and my nephew on his back. I felt a wonderous pride watching them sleep, my children were not weak. There are men and women who fear this ritual, yet these ten year olds undertook it.

[Brandonthegreat1 12]

((If azel gets to be in it, Alendar must!))

[Dromui 755]

(( Azel is important to Khel... He's like.... Him when he was younger. ))

[Mercury199 86]

(( Psh don't have Khel forget about his white friends :P ))

[Baconthief 682]

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I now take my leave from malinor. I am prince of war, not a prince of peace. Malinor no longer has wars and I am no longer needed. I travel these lands, Anthos, searching for where I am needed, I've yet to find it. I travelled to the lands of the dwarves, reuniting myself with the village I used to lend my military experince to. I am no child of frost, no have I've been.

 

((ignore the panther))

 

I stop at the first village I see, and enter to ask for directions to Varhaven. As we talk the sounds of the cities gates slamming down can be heard behind me. As I turn around to see what has happened, I see the cause for the noise. A hord of the greenskins sit on the other side, screaming aloud in their bloodlust, filling the crisp air with their shrieks. I draw the blades at my side but find no combat. The uruk leave before I make it to the gate. I find two familiar faces in the boardlands city, Azel and Erel. I tell them of my leave and they accompany me to Varhaven.

 

 

((Dwarven Mountains))

 

The city of the dwarves comes into view, but it's not its beauty or intimidating features that catch my eye. The hord of uruk from earlier pour into the city entrance and into the dwarven hold. I have to force myself from continuing forward, I knew this was not my war and I best stay out of it. I knew the uruk charge to their death, dwarves, they only now take the fight to them allowing the bortu to take the defensive role. I take the left fork in the road and near varhaven.

 

Khel sets the pen down a moment, he will finish this section once he has rested

 

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[Yuln 265]

(( I noticed that with the original sketch of the family crest, I have the keltic thingy the other way around than when I made the family crest digital. ))

[Baconthief 682]

((XD It's okay, it it's fine either way. . .also it's "Kheltic"))