You cannot remember your childhood clearly. Your earliest memories are of a ship; graceful, cutting cleanly through the water, propelled by a unknown power, thin and lithe like a cat. Two tall, beautiful people that you instinctively knew were Lolelian, your mother, and Jeralal, your father, surrounded you with incredible intensity. Somehow you knew that you were very special, and that children to these people were a rare and wonderful thing. Suddenly a high note of tension cut into the harmonious silence. You knew without question that another ship had been sighted. Each member of the crew, moving with a liquid grace and impossible amount of coordination, manned battle sta­tions. You dodged amoung the adults quickly, knowing where each crewmember was and where they were about to move. You crawled into the small storage bin below the gundecks. The sudden elec­tric crackly of ionized air and the scream that sounded in the air and simultaneously somewhere in your head announced the joining of battle. The agony of the wounded and dying on board was a physical pain inside you, winding tighter and tighter until you blacked out. When you came too, a hollow emptiness sur­rounded you. Worse than that, you felt an alien presence pressing in on you, trying to crawl into your mind. Suddenly, the top of the bin was ripped open and a tall, handsome young man with pointed ears stood over you. He reached for you with a twisted smile on his face, and the oblivion that followed his touch was something you did not want to wake from. The period following this was confused, as if you were remembering things through a distorted glass. One sharp image stands out; a tall, thin man dressed in solid black with a single ruby suspended from his forehead, green eyes tearing into you, a unpleasant sensation of twisting behind your eyes, and the deep, harsh sound of his voice. .. "You, little one, hold the key we have been searching for...", and with a smile that promised the death of all things pleasurable, "You will open up the Evael to us after these six hundred years...". Nothing else remains of the memory . You grew up as a urchin in Penden. You knew you were different. . .thinner, taller, and faster than the others of your age. Occasionally, you would glance in the mirror and know that something was wrong with your ears, although they were nice and round like everyone elses. One day you hired on as a hand for a shipment of goods to Bythe. Although you were too weak to move cargo, you were uncommonly good with the horses (you've noticed an unusual empathy for animals). When the caravan reached Bythe, the trader handed everyone a few silvers to go off and buy lunch with. You wandered instead, having never been to Bythe before. Your wandering, however, was not without purpose. A rising sense of urgency moved you at a faster and faster pace toward some unknown goal. Suddenly, near the Elvish Embassy, you found the source of your now burning need. A group of tall, thin men and women were standing with a group of smaller, monkeylike humans. A feeling from your childhood settled upon you... You launched yourself into their midst, dodging past a clumsy human guard. You knew from description that these were elves, and suddenly you knew that your childhood dreams were true and that you too were an elf. One stern looking elf bent toward you, and you felt the sudden rapport you remembered from so long ago. Suddenly, something welled up inside of you, something ugly, something you couldn't control. The stern elf screamed in pain, and you found yourself echoing that scream as you felt his heart stop in pyschic shock. The rest of the elves collapsed in agony. Thankfully, an alert human whacked you across the back of the head at that point, and you fell unconscious. When you awoke, you were surrounded by humans. They explained that the elves had examined you and determined that you had some mental deficiency that would not allow them to speak with you directly, even though they admitted that you were indeed an elf. The humans explained that the elves were looking for a solution, but in the meantime, they would provide for you, despite the death of Gensanthian, the stern elf. You were sent to the Hcetlac University of Magic for four semesters while the familiar but now unbearable emptiness knawed at you. Finally, a message arrived in a language you could read instinctively. Heart beating wildly with hope, you tore open the envelope. The message inside was short. They could not determine the source of your problem, and could do nothing about it. You were exiled from the Elvish until you found some way to control your "madsend", as they called it.

Skills

Hide in shadows      40%

Speak Tawhiem          60%

Swim                          70%

poison                       50%

Read common            70%

pick locks                 60%

forgery                      30%

Geopolknow.           60% 1bch

Spells 'ii*

Cure light wound (D4)

Strength, ten melee round (D4)

Bladesharp (+1 hit, +1 damage), single sword, ten melee round

Leatherskin, ten melee round (-21)

Anticrit, personal, ten melee rounds (-1 c)

Light, one hour

Start fire

Items

Chain

Sword

Shield

50 gold

Comm braclet (to KM, four times, one minute duration)

Fear, propagating, two charges (Vodan item)

Potion Strength, 2D4, one hour