M’essema Mazrin-Taime 8th lvl Cleric of Hoar/2nd lvl Divine Disciple of Hoar
N Wood Elf Male The
HP 63
Fort +9 Ref +7 Will +12
AC 23
STR 20 DEX 16 CON 12 INT 10
Spot +6 Listen +6 Sense Motive +4
Languages Common, Elven
Items Masterwork Longsword, Longsword +1, shortspear, dagger, composite longbow & arrows
Elven chain, shield +2, Bracers of AC +1, Cloak of resistance +2, Gloves of acid resistance 5, Scroll prot vs. undead, 2 potions of healing, potion of antidote, Aruteth Tel’Quessir, amulet vs. detection & location,
The Mazrin-Taime family was relatively wealthy and influential in their community. Specifically, your father Lheryn and his brother T’lainith were well respected elves who served as ambassadors to the nearby human settlements as well as to The Lords Alliance (Free cities of the
These ambassadors had long considered the nearby human settlements, and the loggers which sheltered there. The humans had begun to cut living trees and destroy large areas of forest without the elves’ consent. Some in the elven communities demanded retribution, but Lheryn had faith he could negotiate a compromise without bloodshed. During this period, many stern warnings were issued to Lheryn, that he should not allow humans any right to the forest, but the wood-elf did not agree. Instead he ignored the warnings until they became threats and proceeded still to make peace with the human settlers. At length, the humans agreed only to take wood from dead trees, and use elven guidance to live in harmony with the
On the eve of the wedding, T’lainith received a letter urging him to meet his business partner, the craft merchant Efinaeral Longtresses, at his establishment by sunrise. T’lainith kissed his wife and made haste to the home of his partner. It was there that T’lainith learned of the Eldreth Veluuthra and their involvement. He pleaded with Efinaeral to arrange a meeting, so that an arrangement could be made, but was informed that one already had been. Realizing this, he made for the door but was held by the magics of his partner.
“What treachery is this my friend?” T’lainith shouted.
“The kind that saves your life. If you exit that door, they will slay you as well,” explained Efinaeral.
“This cannot be their fate, I must warn them. Release me!” With tears in his eyes, his partner shook his head.
“I am sorry my friend, their fate is beyond our help. My spirit aches with this atrocity, but it is within my power to save your life at the risk of my own, so I shall not let you leave.” The spell of Efinaeral could not hold the distraught elf forever and as the sun approached its mid-point in the sky T’lainith broke free. He ran to the grove where the wedding was scheduled to take place and saw the aftermath. As he knelt there weeping, he was attacked from behind. By the grace of Corellon he survived and fled to the Caravan city, Scornubel, assumed a new identity as a human shopkeeper and prayed the Elven gods would not deem him a coward.
With the sigil as evidence, M’ssema discovered that the Eldreth Veluuthra “Victorious Blade of the People” in elven (a.k.a. Uluuth Phlarenn or “Cleansing Blade” in an ancient elvin tongue) were responsible for his tragedy. He arrived in Scornubel along with his adventuring companions in the winter of 1374 and at length found his uncle. Although this meeting ended unfortunately for T’lainith, it resulted in two things. M’semma is now the last to posses the blade of his family, “Aruteth Tel’Quessir” and he learned enough to exact his revenge.
1) The name of the elf who gave the order: Aravilar Starshadow.
2) Where he can be found: Tiru Tel’Quessir, “Tower of the People” in the southeastern
Reverie
Unbeknownst to most, elves do not sleep in the typical sense. Instead, they enter a trance-like state similar to a day-dream. This state is called Reverie by the Fair Folk and they do it nearly as often as humans require sleep. Although elves are able to sleep like humans, and when doing so may dream as humans do, it is by choice alone. During Reverie, elves relive past memories both painful and pleasant. The specific memories are not up to the elf’s decision, but come much as dreams due to humans. In this manner, elves maintain their strong sense of memory and personal identity, as they recall the events that have shaped their long lives.
The evening following the death of T’lainith, M’ssemma entered a reverie he would not soon forget. In it he could see the bright and cloudy image of his father, mother and sister sitting around a large dining table that had been the setting of many fond and youthful memories. A conversation, more serious than an evening would normally see, was taking place as M’ssema pulled up a seat. They seemed to be speaking of terrible things, pain and sorrow and anguish….they seemed to be speaking of him.
“We are deeply troubled my son,” spoke Lheryn as all eyes turned toward you. “You have suffered a great wrong and mourned all that you once knew. Too long has this pain inside of you remained. We fear it has soured and is poisoning your soul. Saddened were we to watch your back turn away from the Seldarine, the gods of your people. The path you now follow is a dangerous one. Take care not to become that which you seek.” Lheryn reaches beneath the table and brings forth Aruteth Tel’Quessir, the sword of Mazrin-Taime family. He slides it across the table to rest in front of you.
“Yours is a great heritage. Honor our memory and we shall again be a family in the forests of Arvandor.”
The Great Beyond
It was hard enough to parry the mighty blows of the Stranger, but the library in which the battle ensued was cramped and difficult to maneuver around. This was not the ideal situation in which to face this monster. By Hoar that was close ! Another swing like that and….
Blinding whiteness, all around. No longer was M’ssema in the library of Selune’s temple in Iriaebor, but where was he? The ground was white and featureless, no walls, no horizon, no sky. Everywhere one could look was filled with the plain color of bleached white cotton. His gear was all here, Aruteth still in his hand. Had some foul witchcraft delivered M’ssema to some foreign land ?
“Morninglord, hear our cries !” shouted a voice behind the elf. He turned to see a group of humans gathered in a circle around an evangelist. “It is I, Derivar of Daggerdale, devoted disciple of the God of Dawn, calling to his Majestic Resplendance ! Here also is Persedan Threebows, slayer of the Black Beast of Shar, and Olmeredeigh of Golden Spires of the Morning, claim our souls oh Bringer of the Sun ! Send forth your chariot that we may join your side !” M’ssema heard other voices as he walked without direction. Similar groups of humans called out to their god, proclaiming great deeds in the name of their faith so that their souls would be worthy of heaven. By the Lord of the Three Thunders, M’ssema realized, this was the afterlife.
A part of him expected to be in Arvandor, the forest realm of his people and resting place of his family and lost love Alisandré, but this place was far from it. As the elf drifted through the masses of petitioners, he witnessed angels lifting souls to elsewhere in shafts of light and demons rounding up screaming humans in nets of jagged wire like captured fish and hauling them through gates of smoke and flame. A shaft of purple light descended upon M’ssema from above. He felt himself become heavy, as if weighted down by some great force. Within seconds M’ssema was bent over backwards from the weight and his eyes rolled over into blackness….nothing but blackness.
Some time passed, he could not say how much, but he could now feel the sensation of cool liquid against his skin. M’ssema opened his eyes and found himself upon a marble bowl, filled with milky liquid and surrounded by priestesses of Selune. He had returned to Faerun.
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