Diavlen

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King Diavlen of Moonfall is a master bladesinger and sworn protector of the elven line. He started his adventures with fellow adventuers Darius Namir, Xurxia of Vinaux, Inanna Silvermoon, and Sir Evantiman.

From the Journal of Diavlen

It was some time ago that I thought I might scribble down my travels into a journal of some sort. The kind of journal that some vagabond thief would slice my throat for while I slept like a baby by some fire I didn't start, but was determined to finish.

I think you'll find that the journal is more important than the spell book in this case. Let me tell you a little about myself. I am Diavlen from the city of Courwood of the clan called Moonfall. Since I was a child, I looked around at the elders of my people and saw nothing but arrogance and snobbery as they preached how we were better than the rest of Elvenkind, stuck away in our rocky lair which lay hidden from the world. The prejudice they preached never settled right with me.

When I was of age to join the guild of my father's house, I realized my destiny could not be avoided. After sitting through hours of endless lectures and devouring what seemed like and endless supply of books, it occurred to me that I had to see for myself what the other elven races were like. I have a suspicion that the blood of my race is no more pure "elven" than that of the Tree, Sylvan, or even the Drow.

I intend on finding out the truth. From that time on in my childhood, I have been a bit...distant. Instead of making normal childhood friends, my friend was my sword. You see, the sword has a way of "extracting" the truth out of all sorts of situations, whether it be a symbol that gains respect, or a scimitar that demands respect.

I am a Bladesinger. I have vowed my life and my sword to protecting all that is elven. I must warn you though, many see me as good, which is a misnomer. I am by no means a "good" person, nor wish to be good. I must say that I have good intentions, but will not hesitate to do what some may deem "evil" in the name of goodness. I guess you could say I have my own definition of "goodness", but this isn't about philosophy...

Allow me to elaborate, Once, I was traveling along a road when I came upon a wagon that had been attacked and robbed. It was a man, his wife and children. All were killed except the father and his son (I'll return to that in a bit). I chased after the attackers and was merciless in their destruction, removing their ears as a reminder to others. I've always like ears.

Back to the victims. I arrived back as the man was breathing his final breaths. As he was dieing, he asked me to take his child and care for him. His name was Kalrain Thistledown, a half-elven child. I use the term "was" because I am unsure of his well being. The events that went down have left me with fragmented memories. Everyday I try to remember what happened, but all I see is a void. I shall find out what happened.

There are many things that have happened that I must settle, but that is for another day, and another place. Although Kalrain is not my true son (nor a true elf), he is the son of an elf whom I promised to protect, and I shall keep my word.

I suppose now would be a good time to educate this journal on some of my companions. These must be the bravest beings I have known, for they have sacrificed much throughout our travels for the sake of friendship. I shall try to do them honor, but can not in mere written word. In the year 6112, I joined a party of adventurers, it was my first adventure aside from the tedious missions from the guild. Magnus Trueheart, Amanda Jude, Inanna, Darius, and this other strange elf who had a thing for pickles...well, that is another story altogether...

I shall start with Sir Magnus Trueheart and Amanda (a dark elf). Let me leave it this, Magnus was a paladin who lost his way, and Amanda was so materialistic, she was stoned to death over a cloak. Magnus would be heard from again...