Written Narbeleth 657 Loa Elenaro - October 597 Evendarr Reckoning
My full name is Lunasiria Ithildinesse Saleros Ar-Din. I am an elf from the village of Tirannon in the Kingdom of Quentari who has traveled far from home. Currently I reside in Drakesbridge, in the former Kingdom of Bakrasah where I am Guildmistress of the Healer's Guild. Previously I had spent a few years based in Ravenholt in the Kingdom of Evendarr. Drakesbridge has been described as being on the edge of nowhere surrounded by unrest. The town is far more pleasant that it sounds, however. The people are friendly, hope is alive, we fight by each others' side and nights at the tavern are filled with laughter.
Written Narbeleth 657 Loa Elenaro - October 597 Evendarr Reckoning
The year was 505 in the reign of Elenaro when I was born to my mother, Auresirendil, and father, Taursilendriel of Illenon Saleros. Illenon is translated to "House" in the common tongue. This was the 5,615th year of the Kingdom of Quentari, also known as the year 445 in Evendarr Reckoning. My birthplace was the village of Tirannon in northern Quentari. We were not a high noble family but hold fast to honor as most of the Illenoni do. My father has passed to me his scholarly bent and affinity for Celestial Magic. My mother has passed her strong will and wont to see things accomplished. As most Quentari, we also have a strong respect for the unimpeded will of the individual, so it was horrifying when the occasional Nimani slaver took it upon themselves to raid our village. Being so close to the Nimani border, they foolishly thought it would be easy to steal an elf or two away. Perhaps it was arrogance, perhaps ignorance, but they underestimated the elven love for our children and how precious all life and freedom are to us. Why they insisted on making these occasional raids escapes me, since we are notoriously bad slaves. I digress, however.
Most of my childhood was peaceful, with the notable exception of one of these raids. They took me among a small group of other Quentari children when I had been walking only a few years. At such a young age, I knew nothing about slavery or why someone would forcibly take me from my loving family. All I knew was fear and anger. Fortunately, they did not make it beyond the Quentari borders before my parents, members of Illenon Saleros, and some of their friends from Tirannon came to my rescue. At the time, we children fought as we were able and thought ourselves terribly fierce and brave. Indeed, we did inflict some small amount of damage, having suprise on our side. The slavers did not expect such fierce resistance from mere children. Looking back, I must admit that of course the adults did most of the fighting. In any case, we were all safely returned to Tiarannon. This event is probably the reason I harbor even more of a dislike of slavers than my kin.
The rest of my childhood and developmental years were fairly typical for my kind. Finding my aptitude for Celestial Magics, I was accepted into a badicorim, or vocational group. My mentor was and is one of my elders, a wise man by the name of Elenabaldueil. For five annaloa, what the humans would call a decade, I studied with my badicorim as is traditional to learn the basic foundations of magic skill, lore and wisdom. You might wonder why it took most of a human lifetime to learn the rudimentaries of magic, when any mage will tell you it takes but a few years to obtain your first spell. The reason is that we learn not only incantations but a great deal of background and foundational material to round out our studies. This includes when to cast and when not to cast, how that relates to kin, to honor, to your Illenon, how this reflects in the cycles of life and many other things. Why we do this is a topic that could fill a treastise in and of itself. Suffice to say, with great power comes great responsibility.
My travels began in 587 Evendarr Reckoning when I first felt the desire to travel beyond the borders of Quentari and see others not of my own kind. Perhaps it was my scholarly nature that called me to experience the traditions and manners of others first hand. It is not unheard of for us to travel far and long, and so it was with both tears and well wishes that Illedon Saleros bid me farewell and safe return. Knowing first hand that it is not safe to travel the woods alone, I sought out a group of travelers with whom to make the journey to this place called Ravenholt, and came across the Triune Brotherhood. They were mostly male, and traveled in threes. It seemed a strange custom, but it would pale in comparison to later experiences. Having not heard of them in many years, they may no longer be existent. In any case, I traveled with one of their Triads to Ravenholt, called a "backwater town" but a place where many races came together. It is a gathering place of the human nobility of the area as well as many other travelers. During the years I spent there I found family and friends whom I will always remember fondly. These will be chronicled in another volume.