Sept 12 2010
It started off as any normal day in the Feywild. The sun brimming down, twinkling in the magnificence of the fey. Most days I spend hours at the Shrine next to the Evermoon mannor playing music on my lute to honor the great Correllon. Today was no exception. After i performed my daily chores at the Evermoon residence, I set off to perform my arcane art of music. Bards are common to fey temples to Correllon, as most eladrin bards are priests of correllon themselves, but half-elves are not. I have never felt outcast living amongst the Eladrin, simply because I’ve lived amongst them my entire life. My parents were well known for their services to Correllon, and their opposition of the Drow, just by virtue of their service, i have been well received by the eladrin and the Evermoons. I know that by playing my music, my parents can hear my tune in their eternal resting place, Correllon bless the beauty of life and death.
Today, however, was no normal day. As I was tending to the shrine of Correllon, I suddenly felt a strong pulling. It felt much like falling, but with a bit more of a thrust. I may have lost conciousness, but for how long, I can not be certain. I suddenly stopped, I opened my eyes and it took me a moment for my eyes to adjust to the suddenly dark and gloomy nature of this new region. I was born in the Fey, and have never seen the mainworld, but this matches all descriptions I’ve learned in schooling. It was dark, and there is no shimmer in the air, the grass wasn’t vibrant, even if it was night. I stood infront of a ransacked temple or monastery of sorts, dead bodies of priests or monks lay scattered amoungst the ground, along with a fresher pile of bodies of some sort of lycanthrope species. Ahead of me was the figure of an Eladrin, “Hello brother! Are you friend or Foe?” I yelled to him. The look on his face was eerie, as if he’s seen a ghost. There was no time for pleasantries, as nearly immediately, a band of shadowed figures. He called to me “I have allies sleeping in the monestary, I am not abandoning you, I will return with help!” So I dawned my longsword and shield, and immediately took the front line. The Evermoons trained me well to be valorous bard, to take the front line and lead by example, with a strong arcane voice. I moved forward and held my shield up, ready for the attack.
After the battle, i met the band of adventurers, A tiefling, a dragonborn, a dwarf, a shifter, a human and an Eladrin. The Human and the Eladrin knew who i was, and claimed that Faedris Evermoon was infact my childhood best friend, and like a brother to me. I have no memories of Faedris, but his parents were my adoptive parents, so I feel an undeniable brotherhood with him. Their quest overall is to alter the sands of time by destroying a powerful magic which manipulates the forces of fate. Perhaps if i help destroy this fate magic, the timeline that is known to my Eladrin Brother and his human ally will somehow revert itself and I can be with my parents once more. I have agreed to travel with this band of adventurers, to aid them in their quest. We decided to travel towards the Dwarven city, in a country that the adventurers call Armanac.