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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Puppy Kicker" data-source="post: 1743886" data-attributes="member: 20284">Elxtum Tara'axor Sylvari Ka'alan I have spent my life serving the Overseer of Lor Elesna, training as one of the elite Ka'alan and later serving in that capacity. Life has changed now. I have become a different man, unable to perform the duties assigned to me with the reliability necessary for those who are charged to protect the Overseer's life at all costs. Now I must seek a cure; and perhaps redemption for what I was forced to do. I will tell you of this now, that you may know why and how I have been so dishonored. I grew up as any other young Sylvari in our grand city, learning reading and writing and religion. When I was old enough to learn the combat arts I was sent to the Academy with my peers where my potential in combat was discovered. I was soon training with the Ka'alan masters, along with no less than thirty others. By the end of the first year there were nine of us left. Five by the next and only two the next. Enend and I became fast friends in that final year, the only two that had managed to prove our worth and bear the great hardship that was Ka'alan training. This last year was also when the headaches first began occuring, but I thought nothing of them. Surely one can be forgiven a few aches under the stress I was experiencing I thought, so why worry. At the end of the fourth year Enend and I were given our cloaks and blades, and the silvered bracers that are the mark of the Ka'alan. We were then apprentice Ka'alan, on the path to the most noble profession any Sylvari could ever dream. After this point we went our seperate ways, each being trained in a more specialized field. Elesna was trained in the magical arts of healing and protection; my skills lay elsewhere. All my life I have been more perceptive than most around me, seeming to notice the smallest details in any situation. The Ka'alan masters took advantage of this trait and I was trained as a scout, scouring the area ahead of the Overseer's troupe with a more senior member. It was on one of these scouting expeditions that my disgrace occured. A meeting in Damaristan of many of the Realm's most important individuals brought the Overseer to that land, and I was acting as a scout during this trek. It was the first time I had been far from Lor Elesna and it was a most exciting time. Seeing the mannish city of Damaristan was most thrilling, so different than my own home city. The meeting lasted almost a week, at which time the Ka'alan were on shifts. When I was not on guard I was spending time with Enend and a few others. We spent much time wandering those streets, chatting with the populace, and doing our best to avoid trouble. My headaches, which I had been unaflicted with for nearly a year, returned with vigor this week and were at an incredibly painful state by the time we left the city. I remember the moment before my mind went, nodding as the Ka'alan scout that was training me at the time knelt to point out a track he had noticed... ...and Enend was punching me with chainmail covered fists. Two others were trying to grab my arms. My Sylvari blade lay on the ground several feet away, next to the blood soaked body of the scout that had been showing me the track. His body was hacked to shreds, an arm lying several feet from the bloody stump it had been attached to. I tasted blood in my mouth, whether my own or his I could not tell. Enend stopped pummeling me then, looking at me sadly. "I feared this, my friend. Though none of us thought it would occur in this way. I am sorry." With this my friend stood, turned his back to me and walked away. The other two Ka'alan led me away, far from the travelling party. I was told to stay there and they departed. I passed the night there, wrapped in my cloak but still shivering. It was not from the cold. Early the next morning I was awoken be the gentle shaking of Enend. He was accompanied by three others, two senior Ka'alan and the Overseer himself. I was told that I was forgiven my sin by the Overseer, but that I was never to return to the Lorsae until my soul had been purged of this evil. My Ka'alan bracers were taken, to be returned were I to regain my purity. The four left then, only Enend turning to look sadly in my direction before they entered the shadows of the forest. I look to the south and west now. In the far away city of Ilmara dwells the Priestesses of Alyara. If any can cure this malady, this... possession, it is they. That is my only hope, so with a weighted heart I now head west...</blockquote>

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