Samoblivion

Leana plays solitaire in the Seven Skies.

Kaelin, hearing of this while drinking at the Cloud Temple tavern frowns. "Genocide against Elves and Dwarves? In the past perhaps, but Karovia's got a Dark Elf innkeeper and, going by the signs on the doors, a Dwarf living there. Nether, I had a drink with Prince Aleksandr and he seemed an honest man - he even offered to punish folk who would harass me - and by most accounts his father's a good man. I call bull on this propaganda." He finishes off his pumpkin ale with one bitter swig. "Aye, but no matter the truth it'll be the Betrayer and his rotting minions who'll be the victors in this. The coup in Annil'sul was idiocy in a time of Undead War but this is suicide."

Generic name but interesting story concept. In a community of clones modern forensic techniques such as fingerprint, blood and DNA analysis suddenly become obsolete, forcing us to rely on solving things the old fashioned way. Will you be developing this into a full feature for your class?

(( Loving this so far. The idea of Seeds fits in very well with my character Kaelin Mahariel's backstory, a Dark Elf raised by a clan of Mali'ame hunters in the deep forests. Perhaps they could be a descendant group of the Seeds of old. Regardless, a very interesting set of lore stories. ))

I miss my event Bohra, Radahk. Good night, Sweet Prince :( Before I left the ET I'd sketched out a few plans for a Bohra revival, including a questline that could see players assisting a surviving camp of Bohra reclaim some of their homeland. There were also a number of Bohra history events that were never picked up on during their implementation that I always wanted to play with - there was quite a large document of lore written up for them that never saw the light of day. Sadly I no longer felt worthy of being an ET and my revival idea ended when my ET tenure did, but the lack of attention to the Bohra is one of my big regrets.

After arriving at the tavern and seeing it abandoned due to the ongoing wedding, Kaelin leaves a small parcel on the bar. A note is attached. "Congratulations, Daniel. I was going to sell these to you but consider them a wedding gift. May you and your beloved have many happy years together. - Kaelin" The parcel contains a few choice cuts of wild venison, as well as a number of different cuts of spider meat. A little stoppered bottle accompanies the spider meat, with the consistency seeming to make it some kind of sauce. A small note reads "Spider eye and ichor sauce. Probably not poisonous." Not wishing to intrude on the party, Kaelin leaves quietly.

My name is Kaelin Mahariel, a dark elf with his heart tied to the wilds. I was born in Aegis nearly four hundred years ago though the circumstances of my birth are a mystery to me. Abandoned as an infant, I was taken in by a clan of wood elves and raised in their ways and culture - taught to uphold the values of our father Malin. I am a hunter, living the life of any predator in the forests - taking life when it is needed to sustain me, but always returning what I have taken from nature in some form or another. In my time I have known wonder and adventure but also sorrow and fear. It is the blessing and curse of elvenkind to live long after those we knew in our brother races have died of old age - sometimes the world seems to change too fast before our eyes, and often we find the memories of others are not as long as our own, even within our own race. And so I make my place in the unchanging wilderness, but there come times when one must rejoin the world to face down evil and do what is right. Sometimes one must stop running and turn to face the coming storm. I am Kaelin Mahariel, and this is my Lord of the Craft.

Are the Druids actually Jedi?

Kaelin walks around the destroyed city, shaking his head at the destruction unleashed by both the High Elves, Iblees and his own allies. He soothes himself by imagining the city rebuilt without the dark spectre of hatred and ignorance that typifies Silver Elf culture.

Kaelin gets happily drunk on the money he's gained from selling Vorrul's dead carcass to alchemists.

Kaelin sighs. "Force, it seems, is necessary. Malin forgive us for what we must do to finally purge ourselves of the taint of kinslayers and child killers." He restrings his bow and takes a few practice swings of his shortsword. "Malin ito Narne."