Birth To 15 Years Ago
There isn't really much I remember about my childhood. I hardly remember my parents, as they died before I really knew them. All I really know is from what Mae'la has told me. My mother died in childbirth and my father disappeared when he went off on one of his adventures. I was taken in by Mae'la, an elven woman who had been friends with my family for a long time. She had already been caring for another elf, Laife, at the time. It was the start of a proper family. I got along well with them both as I grew older.
I always felt something nagging at the back of my mind, however. Ever since birth, I would often hear whispering, though nothing I could make out. It was around my seventh name day that I finally found out what it was, though. It was the first time it happened and I had very little control over myself when it did. What made things worse is that I was aware of what was going on. Laife tried to help me, but was badly wounded in the process. Perhaps it was the realization of what I did or something else that calmed me after that happened. I can't really remember how it ended. Though, I was never able to look her in the eyes after that.
Over the next few years, I managed to gain control over myself, through the help of Laife and Mae'la. Though, despite my questioning, they never had any answers for why it would happen. As I gained control, however, I just let the questions fall to the back of my mind and accepted it.
During my fifteenth winter, Mae'la had returned with a baby. She had been abandoned in the forest and it was only by luck that Mae'la had even found her before bandits, wolves, or other wildlife did. We named her Elara and gave her my own family name, as she was human like me. It was a nice change if I'm being honest, having another human in the family.
15 Years Ago To 4 Years Ago
We all cared for Elara as she grew and things were very peaceful. Mae'la taught us many things as we grew older. The elven language, culture, etiquette, as well more about human etiquette. She also taught us more practical skills like archery and developing ambidexterity for the sake of fighting equally no matter what hand we would use. She tried teaching us some of the magic she knew, as well. I didn't take too well to the arcane, but the natural divine magic was something I managed to at least understand and begin developing. Elara started to get the hang of the arcane side of things, but she was also still young so it's not something she could fully do just yet.
It was during this period, as well, when Laife and I made friends with Luna and Sol. Two wolf pups who we defended against a small group of lowly bandits. The rest of their pack had already been killed by the time we arrived, so we took them in and cared for them.
Life was a bit tough at times with our lessons and training, but it was still a good life and I wouldn't change it for anything. But I suppose I wouldn't really have a choice in the matter.
4 Years Ago To 3 Years Ago
Not long after my twenty-second name day, everything just crashed and burned. Mae'la had gone out with Laife to gather food for the week and left me to take care of Elara. It wasn't difficult for me at this point, though. I was already well into adulthood and she could take care of herself rather well, too. But we were still unprepared for what happened next. Mae'la had been an adventurer once. That's how she came to be so experienced in everything she tried to teach us. Being an elf, she lived for a very long time and, in that time, it would have been easy to make friends as well as enemies. One of those enemies tracked her down and attacked while she was gone.
I remember it so vividly. I heard a knock at the door and went to answer it. At the door was a man. He looked to be at least middle-aged. His skin was pale and appeared to stretch over his bone, almost. A very emaciated look. His eyes were beyond unsettling. There was something very dark about them. Something inhuman, even. I asked him who he was and he told us. Carnex. I'm still unsure if that was his name or just what he came to be called, but a moment later, everything went black.
I woke up in a dark, damp place. A dungeon of sorts. My hands were chained to the ceiling and feet chained to the floor, and they burned something fierce. There really wasn't much that could be done to escape. Across from me, Elara was in the same situation.
It wasn't long after I woke that Carnex entered the room followed by a couple undead servants. One was a skeleton looking to have been long decaying and freshly dug up. The other still had skin and decomposing meat on its bones. A zombie. I won't get into the specifics about what happened next, however. Carnex had the two of us tortured for sick experiments. Testing experimental enchantments on weaponry to see how it affected flesh. I've repressed most of the memories of the torture, however. I felt like giving into my other self many times, but I knew it would only worsen matters. One thing I can remember, however, is that I mentioned he was an inhuman monster once. He responded with such a sure, smug attitude. "Of course, boy. I'm a demon, afterall." I still don't know if it was truth or not.
I don't know how long it was that he tortured us. Felt like months, but it may very well have been only hours or days. Elara was too young, though. She couldn't handle much of the torture. She lost her senses before long and died shortly after due to the pain. I try not to remember that. But it still wasn't the worst part of that whole torture. Carnex used his vile magic to turn Elara into one of his undead servants! He used her and only her to torture me from then on. I don't even really remember much of the physical pain. Just seeing her with that lifeless look in her eyes was too much for me.
My perception of time just seemed to flow away, then. I honestly had no clue how long I was down there. Days, months, years. It definitely felt like years. But Mae'la finally found us. My escape from there is hazy at best. She freed me from my chains and began fighting off Carnex. I don't really know what truly happened. Only the screams that followed. But I wasn't out of the woods yet. I turned a corner, hoping to escape. I came face to face with an undead servant of Carnex. Its dagger pierced my chest and everything started to go cold. I hear shouting and everything went black.
I awoke inside of a temple. I thought I might have been dead, to be honest. But there were priests who had tended to my injuries. The dagger that pierced my chest had, just barely, missed my heart. Only a single paladin had made it out of that dungeon alive, however. The one who saved me. I never learned his name, but I'm thankful for his help. I just wish Mae'la and Elara could have been saved. What makes things even worse is that I really don't know what became of them. I just know that Carnex escaped and is out there somewhere. One comfort I was able to take from it, however, is that Laife was nowhere to be found, nor was she involved in the rescue.
3 Years Ago To The Present
After everything that happened, I started focusing on everything I could to locate and kill Carnex. Studied all that I could to combat undead and those evil creatures of the Abyss and the Nine Hells. Dedicated my entire life, then, to honing my skills so I could do just that. I travelled for a time, seeking information everywhere that I could. Eventually, my information led me through Amn, to Tethyr. Here, the scent has been lost. I know he's here, but I need to find out more. I'll make him pay for all that he did.