> Around the year 5124, on the twenty-sixth day of Jastatos , I was the only child of a maternal deedless death, on a pilgrimage to the landing, fleeing a war my father fought and died in. Even though, I was an orphan, my life was good, I learned to read,
> write and my numbers, I also learned what it meant to be a De'hnar dark elf, never allowed to forget, but mostly my life growing up was normal, or at least, as normal for as an orphan can be, I guess.
>
> On one fateful day, as I was running some errand's, when I met an elf of the female persuasion, who had a beauty beyond words, I think she liked me, but her boyfriend not so much, and you know, I really don't think he appreciated the finer qualities
> of me, being a De'nar Dark Elf, not alone talking to his girl.
>
> We fought and I won, embarrassed of losing a fight in front of his girl, he ran and got his friends who also, did not appreciate the finer qualities of me being a De'nar Dark elf. So, they chased me down, cornered me, on the ship docks, somewhere between
> them and the ocean. I got the beating of my life, just too many of them.
>
> I woke up to the swaying back and forth, slow rhythmic rocking like motion, up and down, up and down. It felt cool and damp and had a salty ocean like smell in the air., I reached out in front of me and touched what felt like, what I knew to be barrels
> and crates. Still wounded, I moved toward the only light I saw, a crack in the ceiling. Moving toward that crack of light, I stumbled onto a ladder and worked my way up, toward that light. I pushed up, on a scuttle, above my head, AS I Lifted it, just enough
> TO pear OUT, my heart sank, for I than confirmed, what I had already felt, that I was on board what could only be, a merchant ship.
>
> I COULD of, lasted for quite a while, I thought, just wait it out, I thought, eat the food, and drink the water and maybe even drink some rum , that must be stored somewhere in these crates, I thought, and get off as soon as we reach port, so I thought.
>
> However, It did not take long for them to find me, and as to what can only be described as a mob of angry sailors, and it did not help that I was a dark elf, All hell bent on doing me in, were carrying me above their heads, moving me across the midship
> toward , what is known as the starboard side, not yet for certain what to actually do to me. One yelled," throw him overboard" another yelled no...make him walk the plank, no you idiot that is only for respectful men, when someone else shouted," tie him in
> front, to the figurehead , and yet another belted out, why don't we keelhaul him ........and to this everyone agreed!
>
> So, there I found myself on the starboard side, tied to a rope that draped over the edge and when I looked across the midship, there were men all hanging onto a rope draped over the larboard side. Thats when, to my horror, I knew their intentions. They
> were going to pull me under the ship.
>
> At that time, I heard someone belt out, THATS ENOUGH! They immediately dropped the ropes and everyone fell silent. Some call it a blessing from the Gods, Some call it FATE, or was it just simple blind LUCK, whatever you call it, it was to my good fortune
> that the captain's cabin boy, had just recently passed away from some mysterious uncurable illness, and received a proper Barrial at sea, this left the ship's captain in a sudden need for a replacement.
>
> This captain was a thin tall Elf, aged by the sea, and younger than he looked, wore a dark cloak that draped his uniform, and wore a tricorn hat, that covered his bald head. Walked up to me, looked me over, saying to himself,” he will do”, asked me,
> will you be my cabin boy? I, not thinking stated," I don't even know what a cabin boy is my lord," when he said, “well than go ahead and throw him over,” he belted out, as I FELT THE ROPES START TO PULL ME TOWARD THE SIDE once again. That's when I YELLED OUT,”
> But I'm a quick learner, and a hard worker!”, please my lord.” Ok then, that's more like it “, stated the captain,” Let him go!” Clean him up, put him in a proper uniform and send him to me, we have a lot of work to do.”
>
> Being a cabin boy on a merchant ship, was no harder than growing up in an orphanage, as far as choirs were concerned. My duties were assisting the officers, running errands, preparing their uniforms, and even fetching their meals, overtime the captain
> even allowed me to take the helm from time to time.
>
> As the year’s past, I had sailed the 7 seas, as for north as The Frostmain, as far west as Teras Isle .... As far south as Sharath........and as far west as the Caligos Isle. But it was on one faithful day, hauling merchandise from Teras Isle to Wehinger's
> landing, when we were attacked by a pirate ship. All I remember was being down in the lower gundeck loading cannon balls for the cannoneers.
>
> I was found by the Black Wolfs, washed up on the beach, near the landing, and in time, I later became a full member. It is impossible to be a member of the Black Wolfs and not know of the great House of Onoir. It was in, this way I met the Grand Lady
> Cosannie and her son Great Lord Severasse, in whom I learned everything I know about being a sorcerer. I also joined the house of Twilight to help me in this pursuit.
>
> I am a follower of Voln, on my 16 step, “symbol of supremacy,” I also am working my way through the Sorcerer's guild.
>
> It was much later I became a full citizen of the landing, own a home in Ravenswood near the graveyard, and even have a small shop in town that I rent from the Grand Lady Cosannie.
>
> I became a squire of the great house of Onoir, and failed at being a page for my Mentor, the Grand Lady Cosannie. However, she gave me a second chance, but only with the promise, If I, FAILED here again, “something about imploding me and dragging my dead
> corpse to Teras Ilse, dropping me off, naked, among the LAVA flows somewhere in the eye of V-Tul .
>
> Some might consider me being a De'nar Dark Elf, does not match up with the values of the House of Onoir’s bylaws and even goes against the Talisman, We De’nar do follow the teachings and philosophies of. Noi'sho'rah ......in that we believe that the
> God’s are no more than exalted immortals and that we seek power and someday may go and stand with the Akarti. This is mostly true; however, one can argue that most of the scrolls that can be found on the subject were either written by prejudicial scholars,
> and the fact that nothing was written on the subject for thousands of years after the fact. I digress.
>
> I will say that Being a De’nar Dark Elf we do believe that we should seek power as much as possible, and that the Akarti are nothing more than exalted mortals. However, we also learn over time that Great power requires great responsibility, absolute
> power corrupts absolutely, and when one seeks great power, one needs an order, creed and or philosophy to follow that is used to keep one’s POWER in check. My intentions are to use the Great House of Onoir for this goal. Together we stand, for Honor, for Duty,
> for Loyalty, for House Daingneach Onoir.