This scroll describes my first experiences in Ravenholt.
Wanderlust grew in my heart in the year 587, E.R, something uncommon but not unheard of for a Quentari. At the time I had the ability to cast but one spell a day and to weild a staff. Seeking traveling companions, I met up with a human group called the Triune Brotherhood in Ashbury. Together, we four traveled to Ravenholt, arriving in 589. We met up with another group known only as The Hand. They were led by the human Beleg, who accepted anyone who was of good heart. We formed some warm friendships which I cherish still. This was my first exposure to the different races who gather in Ravenholt. My very first evening in town, my previous disdain for dwarves was erased. During an attack by monsters, I found myself fighting side by side with a dwarf, who had been unaware of my heritage. I had kept up her hood, covering my ears, being uncertain how people would react to my heritage. When the battle was over, I lowered my hood, and our differences in race were obvious. Since we had saved each others' life, we decided we really couldn't hold onto much dislike for one another.
During the first few months of my stay in Ravenholt I met the Quentari Ambassador Adumegil Varloke the Scribe and his lifemate, Rayna the Healer. The Scribe was delighted to have a fellow Quentari in town. He and Rayna embraced myself with open arms, soon inviting me to move into their modest accommodations. Around that time I also developed tender affections for human with partial elven heritage named Constantine Lykos Telcelebrin. The handsome half-elf took after his human parents in looks. The four of us held ceremony to join as a family, as is customary with the Quentari. To earn a living, I hired on for guard duty at the Healer's Guild. The leader then was Guildmistress Mother Merry Discipline (aka Dame Merry MacGreggor). Service to the guild was something I found I enjoyed and was proud to do. Also, I was rather fond of the strong willed Guildmistress. I still consider her example a model of good leadership, service and loyalty. She was firm yet kind, and always willing to help those in need.
During the next few years in Ravenholt, I learned a lot about the various races who frequent Ravenholt, even forming alliances with a few Vornae. I also learned about human nobility, both the way the scribes describe the system and the reality that existed in Ravenholt. The noble teams held little fascination for me, honestly. Some Barons seemed to be good of heart, such as Baron Alaric Malinruin and Baron Jakkoren Cumberland. Others such as Baron Sagramore of Capulus seemed to be not quite as “good” while presenting a “nobleman” front. Duke Roderick Ravenhurst, much to our displeasure in the Embassy, disbanded the Quentari Embassy in Ravenholt. I was sad to learn of Alaric Malruin's final death, which occurred in June 605. His brave spirit had defied death more than once before. I had been present in the Healer's Guild years before in 595 when Alaric had trouble resurrecting and it was feared he had departed the world of the living. Once, he nobly gave up his place in a mission to rescue Aran Elenaro from the Liche Sakalid so that I could go. That tale will be told later. His sacrifice made me forgive him for sitting on me accidentally late one night in the Healer's Guild.
Life in Ravenholt brought many changes to my outlook as well as further changes to my family. During this time I participated in many battles. I witnessed many mysteries and had many adventures. People came and went. Some of the people who I had initially traveled with left town for other adventures while others remained. New people were continually arriving. There were many disrupting events, new monsters, time rifts and the like. This presented a great deal more change than I had been used to back home. It was sad when the people I knew well and cared for wandered away. Damon and I have parted ways. It was also alarming at first to see first hand the rate at which humans age. I realized the grief that would await me when one of my human or Sarr friends passes from this life, while I live on. At times I felt herself as in between two worlds, no longer quite fitting into life back home, but not completely fitting in among those in the wider world.