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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cevalic" data-source="post: 1575" data-attributes="member: 171">PrologueI was put a shore many miles from the cities of man. For that I was thankful. Many elves might have called it a blessing from Corellian. I knew better. No god had a hand in it, for no elven god would aid an outcast such as myself. More than likely it was the working of a friend, saying goodbye in their own special way. And since I had so few friends at the time, I knew who I would have to thank, should I ever meet them again.Some of the elves back in the Silvan Isles would be enraged to learn that I did not start my exile with the humiliation of walking through a human city, wearing nothing but the skin I was born in. I had yet to actually meet a human, but from what I had read in the immense libraries at the Isles, I knew them to be barbaric creatures with few morals. To be in their city vulnerable and needy would have been an assault on everything I stood for. Something my enemies wanted. Something my friend didn't let happen.So I was dropped off on a nameless beach on a continent that some say never ends, to remain for twenty years. I was allowed to bring one personal item with me. I chose nothing."Not even a weapon?" Anulfin, my lifelong friend, asked moments before I left the Isles. "If you don't take a weapon to hunt with, at least bring something you can sell for something to buy what you need.""There are many ways to hunt without using a weapon. And I do not care to sell any of my possessions to humans," I practically spit the last word."You don't even take a memento of the Isles. Why not something along those lines?" He asked persistently."I don't need a memento. I can close my eyes and see the wonder that is our isles. The same goes for the beauty that is Ameisantha." I found myself looking to the city, where she was currently wrapped up in her duties as nobility. "No, I will go, taking nothing with me. That way, when I return, I will have made it on my own. And that's something that not even all the aristocrats, or even the Queen for that matter, can deny."I watched as the ship, a work of both the finest craftsman and wizards, sailed out of sight, back to the homeland that I had lost. For a short time, I reminded myself. Only for a short time.I should have been prepared for my journey, should have had a plan of action. I had known it would happen for months, yet I didn't even waste time thinking over it, spending as much time as I could with my love.I was advised by my closest friends to find myself a place where I could remain secluded and remain untainted by the ways of the lesser races. There, they said, I could sit for twenty years and contemplate my mistakes. That way I would be ready when I was given a second trial, to see if my exile would be lifted.However, as wise as their plan sounded, I knew it wasn't for me. They did too, but they felt that they had to try. It had been said that I was never able to sit still. I must also add that contemplating is not my specialty.So, with no clothes on my back, not a copper to my name, or even a weapon with which to defend myself, I left the beach with the idea of doing anything but sitting still in my mind.</blockquote>

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