My tale begins innocently enough. I was born in the desolate wastes of New Ta’Faendryl, but was quickly smuggled across the border of the Turamzzyrian Empire to the town of Elstreth. We owned a small farm but were secretly part of a Dark Elven movement to overthrow Emperor Hannelas, the current ruler of the Empire. Unfortunately, we quickly ran out of money and needed to pay off Imperial tax collectors. Thus, my father, Atlantico Canadiense, set off to find employment. He ventured as far westward as Ubl, and found employment as a sailor on ships destined for the free port of Solhaven. The ship passed over the area where Kezmon Isle had been swallowed exactly two centuries before. During the night watch, a mysterious light appeared below the ship. All hands where lost save the Elves, perhaps from the Elven descent of Inar’Ru, creator of the curse. Most managed to make it to nearby Fairport, where they were harassed by Imperials. My father escaped on another ship bound for Wehnimer’s Landing. There he set off towards Icemule Trace, where he heard of easy employment. Sadly, a bored Imperial Drake killed him. Upon hearing of this, my mother remarried to C’Nova Onex. At this time I was only 12. I later learned he was a spy for the Turamzzyrians and was sent to destroy all pockets of resistance. To accomplish this, he sent my brother and I away, him to Wehnimer’s and I to Tamzyrr to trade with rare herbs and other oddities. My brother worked in Wehnimer’s as a mercenary, slaughtering anyone or thing his current employer decided was a nuisance. While the killings scarred him forever, he did make more than 20,000 silver, more than enough to pay off the Imperials. He returned home and paid the taxes to save the farm. While my family was waiting for me to return, they were slaughtered by undead under the command of the Horned Cabal. I returned several weeks later to find their rotting corpses animated by the hated liches. My only choice was to free them from their curse. I trapped them in the farm and burned it to ashes, destroying all traces of my family. Looking for purpose, I went to the recently established satellite college to the Hall of Mages. They refused my entrance, citing ridiculous clauses and edicts, but it was clear to me that they were refusing me on account of my non-human descent. I went to the Voln monastery in Elstreth, but they had no time for a young sorcerer such as I. I returned home and decided what to do. I sold the house, gathered what meager funds I had been able to make at Tamzyrr, and arranged for transportation to Wehnimer’s, the purported home to another, less choosy Voln monastery.