I am Beowarandil Melijur.
I was born of true-blood elves. As a youth, I loved the woods and fields, perhaps more than most of my kin do. like all elven children, I learned the arts elf-kind should know. Thus I can read and write, draw and paint, sing and speak, spar and fight. I also had an uncle, Eäril-Galdor Melijur, who knew the arts and rituals needed to specially understand the rhythms of all nature. He took me into his heart and taught me what I need to know: how to survive and thrive in the natural world.
I passed into the second stage (humans call teenage, but I was a young 65 years). This was during the growth of the evil in our homelands. We noticed a foul change in the balance of the land. I was too young to investigate with the seniors. But, I heard tales from scouting parties and Uncle Eäril. They found desecrated holy places, evil holds of vile creatures, and increasing activity among our enemies. Our clan traveled progressively southward as the pestilence on the lands grew and took over, unable to bear the evil creeping into our world. We gathered with many clans of elves, and eventually we were forced with our backs to the mountains. I had already lost many I knew and loved in the scouting. Uncle Eäril was killed as my kin crossed into the southern lands.
His death started my life over. I took his place in the scouting parties. I joined the groups that traveled the desolate lands, finding those who were still good and helping them move south. I was aghast at the destruction of the land! I was completely filled with the burning need to restore the forrest lands to my people. Finally, as I followed the last families over the southern passes into the human lands, I vowed to return. I was 136 years at this time.
Passing bastion, I found a mostly-human army gathering to hold back the evil tide. I joined a regiment assigned to protect Bastion. For five years, we made raids into the north to scout, and occasionally we would attack a camp of the lizard-men. It finally came to a head when the many units of the military pushed outward into the North and intentionally fell back toward Bastion. All the armies of the lizard-men rallied and pushed into Bastion. We stayed behind as the soldiers retreated through the gates. The gates to the south were then barred from the outside to contain the lizard army, as we held our ground. As we passed through the secret tunnels prepared for our retreat, we were caught in the explosion, and dropped into the lair of a creature which petrified my companions and I.
Just over 412 years later, I awoke. Alone, without my kin to call me home. Worse, my home is lost and dead, but some day I will reclaim and restore it. Friends and I have found a keep which may serve as a base into the North. It has a town developing around it, and perhaps it could serve as a refuge home for now.
Most recently, my companions and I have occasionally joined with the church, more precicely aligning ourselves along with it without their official knowledge. We have seen some marvelous things:
*** We have visited Salix, not yet a saint as he was living.
*** We have traveled with Marne - turned Patriarch Dion II - and still receive his aid.
*** We have been to the High Temple complex where the lost treasure of Eire rested until the King took it to Malta. There we entered the realm of the Arch-angels, and saw the past and present. I realize the reader may still believe this place is a rumor, but I saw it.
*** We have traveled to the lost country of Island, where the lost ship of Eire found safety and began a community there. Two black dragons had been terrorizing the land. We were able to stop their destruction, permanently. And, there we found a seedling of the Holy Tree, and returned it to Bastion.
*** We were there when the Holy tree was connected to the lay-lines as a node. The destruction of the undead was instantaneous and total. Some day, that story may be told in all Rhiannon. We were the ones who planted and tended the tree.
*** We have seen a world where the Sundered Clan of elves (how awful to know of them) had taken over the world. Their evil twisted ways destroying the holiness of nature. Perhaps we have even altered time so that they will not exist.
*** killed the evil patriarch, Anselm took his place
*** killed greyblade and his consort
*** faced and killed a large black dragon
*** messed things up in Arras - getting ready to travel across the desert to ???