Carmile Seseprilla

Hi! My name is Carmile Seseprilla! Im's tell you a tad bit about myself, but I know not where to begin. Soooo, what better place than to start from the beginning!
It was many suns and moons ago. Me mother was a dark elf and me father was a hooman. Hence for me being only half of an elf! There was much tension between my fathers family and my mothers, as dark elves were not as welcomed as other races. Tension also arose because my mother will out live me father by many years! But, me father loved me mother so! And in returned, me mother loved me father, or so he thought.

I was born into this world two winters after me parents were married. Me childhood years were a confusing time. Me parents were gone many days of the years fighting monsters and other unbearable things, and I was left in the care of a strange little dwarven man. Just for no's reason at'all, he'd grunt just to see me reaction! But, he care for me as if I's was his daughter when I was alone. He say that I's even beginning to talk like him! Although I personally think he has been sniffing up too much ash workn the mines.

Then, one evening when the moon was high me mother came home. Me father was not beside her. She says he had be slain by the Illokes! Me dwarven friend thought this as suspicious because the Illoke was no match for me father. But nothing was said of it again.

Upon my thirteenth year, me mother took me to her "special place" deep in the woods. She said this was the place that defined what she was and she wanted me to follow in her footsteps. To know what she know, and to be what she was. The cave was very secluded and dark! Only the dim lighting of a few torches revealed the walls and ground. The deeper we travelled inside this eerie place the colder and more bizarre it became! I would tell ye that I was hearing voices, but ye think of me a crazies too! Me mother finally tells me that we have arrived and she was wanting to show me her “secret” longs ago. Stood before me was a wooden podium with an open book resting upon it. Before the podium, was a strange diagram drawn upon the ground surrounded by several candles. Me mother incanted a few words, and to my surprise all the candles became alive! She tells me, if I wants’ to survive this world, I’s must learn her magic. The beginning of my magic training would begin on that day. I would learnt the ways of a mighty sorceress! What I nay expect was the toll this magic would take on me soul. For twenty-three years we would meet at the cave when the moon was high in the sky. For twenty-three years she would teach me her magics. And for twenty-three years me soul would become colder. Me friends tells me they know me no longer. I’s not the lil elf girl they learnt to love.

On me ways to meet me mother at the cave entrance on the same moon, she was nowhere for me to see. I decided to enter on me owns. Mayhaps she wants me to travel in a lone on this night? Mayhaps she think I’s ready to practice on me owns? As I walked the darkness, I cans hear odd tongues be spoken in the distance. I’s slowly approach the end of the cave hoping to not disturb what I was hearing. I sees me mother on her knees in front of the circle speaking in a foreign tongue! A strange green flame was swirling in the middle of the circle and I kin sees a shadow inside, moving with the flow of the swirling flame. It too was speaking in a strange tongue! And then it happened. The odd being stopped moving and it’s glowing eyes met mine. A loud hiss rumbled throughout the cave, and at the same time me mother quickly turned around to see what this creature had fixated itself upon. I’s could see fear in me mothers eyes! I’s never see fears in her eyes! She yells to me to leave at once! She tells me that she sorries she never tells me! At this instance the creature lets out a loud growl. A growl that could make a mighty giantkin stop in his tracks! I musta disturb her concentration for a disfigured arm reaches from the flame and grabs me mother around the neck! I’s hear a snap and me mothers body goes limp. I’s sees the life drain from her dark eyes. A hiss comes from the flames. A hiss calls me by my name! “Carmille,” it says. “All that you love, all that you will ever love and care for will turn to dust.” After it says this, the flame dissipates and the creature is no more. I wrap me mother in her cloak and I takes her body home where I am greeted with me dwarven friend. After everythings I has done, he always stay by me side. I tells him what has happened and he tells me that I must go with hims. He must take me far from this place. Far from this sorcery.

After four weeks and two days travel we arrive at this small village. I kin hear the sounds of hammering of steel. I kin smell the fire pits and I kin hear many grunts! We has arrived at a village of dwarfs! As we enters the street of dwarfs, I’s sense many wondering eyes fixated upon me. A town meeting is held and it was decided that I may stay as long as I needed to for refuge. But I’s must earn my keep, and most importantly I must learn my true passion of life!

I’s was in the mines fetching the dwarves whatever they needed. I kint but help meself from listening to the constant sounds of hammering and chopping of steel. I begins to put these sounds to a rhythm and I would hum along with em! The dwarfs says they likes me humming. They says I have a soothing voice and it brings bigger smiles to their bearded faces! I soon started putting songs to these wonderful sounds and I started singing of tales of my youth. During times at the village, all the dwarfs would gather around and listen to me stories. I tell such stories! The dwarfs will tell me of the tales of battle and their glory. They tells me of their precious weapons and armors they make. They such splendid items for sure! They likes that I take their tales and make poetry out thems and that I make songs for them too! I tell them that I love their tales and I tells them that I must one day must face me enemy. But I know no’s fighting except with sorcery. With this said, the dwarfs taught me how to use me passion not only as an instrument of charm, but an instrument of battle too! Me dwarven friend handed me a gift box and tells me that this is a token of their appreciation. I opens the box to fine the finest crafted musical cymbals ever! They tells me this no ordinary cymbals, but have been crafted with heart and magics.

Seven years I stayed with the dwarves. I found my true calling as a bard. I now returns home. With me new knowledge I take with me, I will find this demon. I will hunt it down. And I will close the portal opens that makes it comes to this world. I’s Carmile Seseprilla. I’s found me true meaning of meself. And I’s will fight for the righteous and work to bring this world together in me quest of peace.