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Name: Vell’Das Aerasumé (mostly called plain Das)
Family: Mother Aedelei, Father Dolvir, Elder brother Vedri’sil (called Vedri by friends and family)
Race: Altmer
Age: 24 (born 2E 559 on the 20th of second seed)
Origin: Village near Silver Wood
Birth sign: The Mage.
Appearance:
Half-long white hair with black tipped highlights
Blue eyes.
Lean muscled build, Average height, Fair complexion.
Usually seen wearing enchanted light armor from snow wolf fur with geode veined blue glass and a distinct white helix piercing in the left ear depicting an eagles head.
Wears a blue pendant with the family crest.
Weapons: Avid magic user but can be seen using 1h enchanted silver/stalhrim blade with geode veined markings running to a light blue hilt.(self enchanted and crafted)
Background:
2E 559: Born on the 20th of second seed in a village near Winter Wood. Mother was an alchemist and a researcher of dwemer constructs, Father was a blacksmith and enchanter. My life was simple and relaxed. At the age of 10 I started helping my father enchant small blades and tools while my brother, 5 years older, was excepted as a scout in the local regiment.
My free time was spent tracking animals with my brother and learning how to fine-tune my magic control.
2E 575: My older brother was just named captain of a scout team. Vedri and his team were going over the details for that day’s job in the back of the Inn.
Mother was helping out my aunt, who runs the inn, to feed the boys. It seems an undead had been killed near the animal pens and they were to be sent on a track and destroy mission to see if anymore undead roamed the woods.
Silver woods is a massive forest just humming with magic.All sorts of creatures roam it. Bandit groups sometimes hide out in the forest. A dangerous thing since a lot of predators in the forest are bigger than a bear and when something dies in there… there is no guarantee it stays dead.
For this reason a buffer zone was placed between the boundary of the forest and our village. Several guard towers and Runes are placed to aid in our defensive. Most often a spriggan or a bear wanders near the village and is chased off. To think an undead wandered through the buffer zone, past the guards and evaded the runes… something was up.
In honor of my brother’s promotion I made him a silver and stalhrim blade with geode veins. For days I pounded the mixed metal in the forge and when the shape was ready I wove the Geode veins in the alloy by magical guidance. Father always said that weaving in pure soul gems is to fragile but the raw material for them is strong enough to be used in weapons and it allows a more cohesive enchantment to be placed on it albeit it a weaker one. Heart pounding in my chest I presented the gift to Vedri. The pride I felt when my brother told me it was a good weapon now stands in sharp contrast with the horror I was to feel later that day.
Later that day the regiment commander came by and asked to speak to my parents in private. Father said I should feed the Guars and to make sure the barn door and shutters were properly locked. Buka, my pet snow wolf, and i headed out. Finished with my tasks I went up to the hay attic where I was working on some enchantments when I heard the front door open. Thinking the talk was over I headed back and just heard the commander saying that if there was anything he could do, to send for him. My father shook his hands and the commander left.
My father turned to me and when my eyes caught his I saw the sadness in them. Just then I realized my mother was crying softly inside.
“Come inside son… we have some bad news” was all my father said. Something happened to Vedri… I just knew it. Buka seemed to pick up the sad vibe and whimpered softly.
All that I was told was that my brother’s party had encountered and destroyed a pack of undead. But whilst returning they were swarmed by a second pack. All that was found of my brother was his pendant… and the blade I made for him. I tried to carry on in the village after that.
I helped my mother and aunt when serving dinner to the soldiers… I helped father enchant and repair the gear… but everything reminded me of Vedri offcourse.
Each day I felt more anger inside me. One day I told my parents how I felt and that I wanted to leave the village and although my mother was devastated about letting go of another son… my dad understand and asked the commander to provide a basic survival kit and some rations.
I set sail one week later to Longhaven armed with some basic gear, Buka and my brothers sword. I wandered around making a living enchanting and as a spellsword for hire.
2E 578: Whilst in battle a tremendous shockwave of magic hits our encampment and the last I remember was that chaos broke loose and all faded to black.
When I awoke two squad members were dead and the third was shivering and babbling about evil beings. We retreated to the main camp to get to safety but were attacked by our own mages.
I lost the final member of my squad and spent the next week fighting my own allies. In the end all that remained was mostly rubble and corpses… only a handful of soldiers and mages survived. I packed up some rations and set out to return home.
Along the way I heard many tales of rampaging wizards and I began to fear what was happening at home. Little did I know that there was nothing to go home to… the silver wood had swallowed the village and undead swarmed all over the place, among them I saw my parents feasting on a corpse.
I killed my parents and wandered the next four years around the Isles.
On 2E 782 I joined with my queen in the war…
Worst memory:
Whilst hunting for deer with my brother we were ambushed by a snow wolf. Killing a wolf is considered bad luck but figuring it was him or us we let flew a few fire arrow spells and took out the wolf.
When we went to the animal we heard a low peeping sound near a burrow. Horror struck us when we looked inside… we weren’t ambushed… we walked near a burrow of a mother wolf and she attacked to protect her cups.
Deeply ashamed of our actions we buried the mother and took the cups home.
I learned that day that acting in a panic is a dangerous thing and that killing must only be used as a last measure.
Fondest memory:
While in a class of Elder Duendir, we were learning about how controlling our magic whilst in a conflict. Important stuff since once you released your spell the control you have over it is severely limited.
As a mage it’s our job to know where our team members are and what they are doing, to prevent harming them.
Whilst in deep focus of my fire ring spell, Buka ran in the class, fur covered with stinkweed leaves. Startled I lost control of my spell and set the robes of elder Duendir aflame and a high pitched squeal escaped from him.
The stern lecture about pets was well worth the laughs we all had from that squeal.
Challenges:
controlling fear of undead and dark places.
Making friends.
This post was last modified: April 5th 2013, 11:45 PM by Vaxus
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