03-28-2023, 01:07 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-29-2023, 06:37 AM by de.aundre.montez.)
"A thief, a killer, they call my race, but none of these well-earned labels can define the truth about ourselves. No one can begin to convey the depths of our depravity; only our mother, Shilen, the goddess of destruction, can. Her scream echoes and will not stop until justice is served."
I learned the truth at a young age: our race is different from the other six races that surfaced on the continent. It was hard; we were cast out because we're different. No one likes us, not even our brother elves. We were pushed out of our homes and had nowhere to go. We walked miles and miles away, far from the hatred.
After a long while, our ancestors finally found a place where we could stay and no one would bother us. They called this place "Yllvathas", or the Dark Elven Village.
Our ancestors learned the dark arts from our mother Shilen, who has been cast out by the Gods and promised to keep her children safe and be wielded with knowledge and power, so that one day we'll rise up and claim what's rightfully ours and show the world of Aden and the Gods our vengeance.
My name is BrightBurn, and I was born on the 17th moon of the calendar. The darkest night among the nights of the year They call me "Dûr Dae", or the dark shadow, because of my ability to roam and kill in darkness with haste and silence.
I've been training since I was a kid. I've gone through the School of Dark Arts, honing my skills. Grinding all day in the Swampland and seeking treasure in the Catacombs of the Dark Omens. After the days of hard work, I pray to our mother, Shilen, to guide me in my journey. Give me all her strength to face the challenges ahead...
I will avenge my race; I will take back our homeland and restore freedom to my kind. You won't see me coming... I'm coming for you, Aden!
"Gurth na-cin"... Death is upon you!