Vatryl
As an Elf child being raised in a Human city, I knew my family's traditions were often laughed at. Still, my Name day was something my mother refused to deny me and every day that I wake up, I thank her resting spirit. She told me that I had until my twentieth birthday to decide what my future would hold. Then she began introducing me to friends and associates of hers, each of which followed a different path. And in spite of each one that I met, I knew that I would find one path and follow it throughout my life. Little did I know that single path I intended on was actually two.
The day before my birthday, I met Rathsin, a Weaponsmith. He showed me around his workshop. This was all well and good until he allowed me to hold the weapons he had created. And that was the day I held my first sword. Perfect balance, a natural feeling in my hands. I knew I had to have it. When Rathsin saw the look on my face, he told me to keep the sword. A fine broadsword it was too, one I still use to this day.
And so I began to study as a Warrior. I had never been happier in my entire life, except for those rare moments when I had been able to pull off some nasty trick or stunt without getting caught. Though I was in heaven those days when I was just a Warrior, there was something missing.
I met a young woman named Karri Mistun, an Illusionist. We travelled together for almost two years. We soon became known as the Terrible Two, as a joke on our playfulness and what people said was out emotional age. Perhaps we did have too much fun, but having her along was like vicariously filling the void I had always felt. Before we parted ways, I begged her to teach me.
And so, Karri Mistun became my first teacher in the way of Illusion. I have found more teachers along the way. I have come to settle in Auryle where I can teach new students myself at the local school.
