You know, it ain't easy being a Dhe’nar Dark Elf these days. Most folks
being what think are jealous, or in some cases remember the old war
long ago. Born from a poor, flirtatious father, Charwizii Areoron, and a
Bar Maiden Lilith Nightingale out of wedlock, you could say that things
would be fun, great and live life as a happy family. Heh heh, this is
where you went wrong.
Problem is, Mom died at childbirth, and Dad, well sucks at raising a kid.
Of course I nae find this out until much later in life, I don’t even know
if he even tried, cause he always flirting and sleeping with any who
was desperate enough. Honestly, I am surprised that I don’t have a
brother or sister out there that I have never met.
Even though Dad has his issues, he took me in and trained me in the
Elements of being a wizard. I never got a chance to get close to him,
for his teaching methods were always brutal, always kept at distance,
hardly looking at me, and the simple fact he was always chasing skirt.
When he gave me impossible tasks, instead of helping me out, he was
out at the bars flirting with women of all sorts. Ge..what a guy.
You see, Dad was a member of a Greater House called Twilight Hall.
Day in and Day out he would make me run what he called a gauntlet,
casting spells, enchanting, and wearing myself out using nothing but
the elements. When he was in a foul mood, which were more days than
not due to most likely because he didn’t get his way with the barmaids,
I would be lucky if he remembered to feed me.
When I finally turned of age, I left my father’s house and started to
adventure for myself.
During my travels, I met the woman of my dreams. Oh how her beauty
is just divine, and I vowed that I will make her mine one of these days.
I don’t care that she is a half-elf, Cosannie is everything I ever want in
a woman, worldly pleasures included. Even though she never gives me

the day, I know that she will see my manly charms and love me at least
half of as much as I love her.
When I heard that Cosannie was joining the Black Wolves, I decided
that I was going to join too. I mean seriously though, how else to
accrue favor of the woman of your dreams, by doing the impossible,
becoming an Officer of the Black Wolves.
After trying extremely hard for the first time in my life, I was able to
achieve just that, an Officer Position. What was even better, my sweet
love Cosannie was an Officer too. It must have been fate, because she
ended up being the treasurer, and I was her co treasurer.
Any lesser man would have given up on chasing the love of their life.
Nope! Not me! No Sir, you see it is Lady Cosannie’s fault that she hasn’t
recognized my awesomeness.
On a serious note, looking back now, life was great. I didn’t care if the
love of my life kept rejecting me. Every day I spent with her, seeing her
smile, and being happy made my day. I don’t know if I became a
masochist, or the joy and thrill of the possibility that one day, she will
say yes.
As fate would have it though, things would not always seem to be what
they are. Lord jerk, I mean, Primum, is a prejudice individual through
and through. You see, Under his reign, no other Dhe’nar Dark Elf will be
in his House. Come to find out, I would be the first, and last Dhe’Nar to
ever set foot as a Member of the Black Wolves, let alone an Officer
Position. Seeing that my kind was no longer wanted, with my bothers
and sisters shunned yet again, I left the group, to again traveled on my
own.
Most of those day sucked, much more than running the gauntlet my
dad made me go through as a brat. Sure I was able to defend myself,
but when it came to survival skills, I might as well been a new born
babe, as helpless I was.
Being as hungry as I was under my dad’s authority, you would think I
would be able to feed myself on my own...nope, most of those nights I
would end up in the fetal position underneath a tree, praying and
hoping the sun would hurry up and show up.

Fate is a nasty, sadistic mistress...and yet lovely and beautiful. Little
did I know that I would be reunited with my Goddess Half-Elf, Lady
Cosannie. After chasing a rumor mill, finally ended up joining a group
called Ord And Dragon. There I got to use what I have learned in The
Gauntlet and was their enchanter and spell caster.
Again, things were great again, until a bunch of drama happened and
my Goddess left and Joined up with some honorable folk called Onoir
that lived in a fortress. So like the honorable stud that I am, followed in
her footsteps and joined too.
I ended up being a garden gnome’s squire. Now I will say this, for a
garden gnome, Lord Lehon can really shoot a bow. If you think that
this would bring you up to date, well like always you be wrong. For
even the gods know not why I did it, but I did...I became a father.
I will forever remember that day. While out minding my own business,
I heard a beautiful song off in the distance. Falling asleep more and
more as I followed the voice, I continued to follow it on an off trail in
the Upper Trollfang forest.
As I continued to follow the sound, and sure enough at the end was a
site to be hold. It still gives me shivers seeing the cart on fire and the
area overran by bandits. With some of them them snoozing on the side
of a merchant’s cart.
To my surprise, looking in the back of the cart, a little girl jumped out
with such fierce and hatred in her eyes, it was kinda sad if I did say so
myself.
Of course I did what was expected of any Onoir Squire. I used the
knowledge of the elements and fought off the remaining bandits but I
wasn’t alone in doing so.
That little girl, brave or stupid I am going to say stupid cause she
accepted me as her father, giving the bandits a run for their money.
Whoever trained her, trained her well from a really young age. Huh,
not too far from my own story.

Melaighia Bardesstria would grow up to be a fine lady. I could tell that
she needed a male figure more than training, and her voice was just
amazing. When she told me she was going to be a bard, I was ecstatic.
As the seasons change, we get older, wiser, and stronger. After starting
off my life to a rough start, I spend my days in the landing enjoying
each day lazily as they come. I have my freedom, peace, and my
beloved Cosannie to see every day. When I am not chasing Cosannie,
or practicing with the other beauties at Onoir, I try to be a good daddy
to Melaighia, so she can have something that I will never have.

Respectfully Submitted,
Charwiz Areoron