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Qudlia

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    The Ivae'fenn

    [Ooc] Username: Qudlia Activity Rating (1-10): 8 Skype:N/A Discord:Funky Bunch#2229 Do you have teamspeak?:Not yet! Timezone:CST [RP] Name:Daichia Naalio Gender:Male Place of residence:Fenn Race/Sub-race/Culture:Dark Elf Do you swear obedience to the Princedom of Fenn and the Grand Prince: For as long as I stand
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    Qudlia

    "The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age". Diachia spent his younger life as a elf of spirituality. His mother died during child birth, his father, named Gusiam took his infant son and fled far away from the depths of known civilization. Struck with grief he sought to raise his son into a life without true strife. For heaven was but a state of mind, and Hell could be easily escaped with ideas. Raised off the land, they two ventured too the far down south. Making their home between Rivia and Fenn. It wasn't until Diachia reached his fifties that he would leave home to live a life of his own. His father had passed in the night before he left, with nothing but his name sake the cheerful Dark Elf spent years trying to find The Dominion of Malin , the land where he was born. And the final resting place of his mother. With little knowledge on the world outside of his shack, Diachia quickly became aware of the need for supply and demand. Where food was grown, people would be. He traveled to Fenn, his father had told him of the cost line province. From there he took work as a fisher, learning all he could about the world he found himself flung into. And by night he mapped the stars, he swore he could feel a pull when looking into the cosmos. As if something beckoned him. How small was he really? That so much of the sky would never be touched by his hands. In his sixties, Diachia would take to the road once more. Traveling up along the western coast of Atlas. Where he came across the Provence of Sutica, known for its open trade relations, and kind nature. He didn't stay for long at all. Though it seemed like a place he would find himself visiting. He took to the sea, sailing with a trading ship towards Kaz'Ulrah. He was impressed with the Dwarven drive to build and control. Though it wasn't the life style he preferred. He would make his way on foot, sleeping in the wilds, caves. Hunting and selling skin. It was around his hundreds that Diachia took up the blade, and became a sellsword. And he has since bounced across the land, taking any contract he could find. His goal still the same. Find his way to Malin, to visit his mothers tomb stone. Even if he has been putting off the task for most of his life. Perhaps he is afraid of what he will find in the Wood elf city. But there is only one way to find out.
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