I wandered for a time, unable to take my thoughts from the painful memories that held them fast. I had been witness to the end of an entire race, I alone held the blood of an ancestry... an entire line, an entire culture had been whipped off of Terris before my very eyes. And moreso... my culture.
I believe I would have starved in my deep depression had it not been for Layni. She was ancient even then, well over 100 years old, and yet as young looking as were she only 30 A gift of the elven that she possessed in great strength, I suppose. She took me into her household, to raise me just as she was raising her true son, Nataer - who was then 7 years old. Aside from a few philosophical disagreements (me being a hunter, he having absolutely nothing of the sort in his vicinity) we got along as if we were real brothers, and as we grew together it seemed more and more that way.
I left Layni's care 8 years later, to seek my destiny in Tranos. I became a thief, and for a long time I lived in shadows, enjoying the life of anonymity. I knew I wanted something else though. The great stone jungle of Tranos was no substitute for the forests, and so I was overjoyed to hear word of the opening of a Guild of Rangers in north Dirimloth forest. Here, I thought, were people to whom I could relate! Hunters and dwellers in the woods of Terris, individuals with minds like to my own! How right I was, I found later (after a short bargain with Vasari to regain the eight years I had lost in the thieve's guild) when I became a member of the Ranger's Guild. I loved it instantly, the guild became my new home and the Rangers my family. Of course, like all families, we had our disputes, but a closer group of people could never be found than the old guard of the guild. I had found a home, and was soon to find a following.
Unfortunately, such times in life as we had are not destined to last, and Redust was forced from the realm when the soul tax came about. I raised my four sons on my own from then on, and they grew independent, as I suppose the children of Rangers should be. Laotzu is now studying at the wizard's guild, and his magical skills are progressing quite nicely. Quithas took to the oceans some years ago in pursuit of a young sailor girl, and I've not seen him since. I fear from word of a shipwreck by the rocks of Zir's Island may mean that I have lost him as well as Lore.
Lore also fell eventually, Anlin taking his leave to study the history in other realms. I would follow Sharqua, the Lady of Honour, and Themis, Immortal of Myths before I would find my way to a temple I could truly be passionate about... Fate. To be quite honest it was philosophy that drew me to Fate in the beginning, my love of conversation and debate, and my endless ability to soak up the opinions of others and through those opinions form an image of who they were. I loved the spoken word, and what better topic than destiny? Through the process of my interviews, however, the opinions swayed me, and by the time I was initiated I truly did have full and complete faith in the Tapestry and the Lady Kyria, and was as passionate about it as any could be. Perhaps it was due to this passion that I grew in Fate quickly, that my interest in it never wavered even as I progressed through the ranks... and though it may seem to be said with little humility, it was that passion that led me to my current state as an Archpriest.
Also of significance during this time) was the reincarnation, as it were, of my dear sister Laryn, through a siren named Cinna. Laryn's essence came back to me, to speak with me... to tell me she lived and was well, and Cinna provided her with a mortal vessel that allowed her to communicate. Cinna took on many of my deceased sister's qualities in this communication, and I hold her today to be as dear to me as were she my sister by blood (blood being a rather ironic choice of words, as Cinna was also my maker as a vampire).
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