Maelthra Mistwallow's Story

Maelthra knows nothing of his birth, only his early childhood. He was raised by an old man, who found him floating down a river in a small boat. In his 50th year the old man died, this was devastating to him. Malcolm had become like a father to him, and even he died of old age, it was still hard for him to handle. He had traveled for a year, from one job to another often guard work on docks or for caravans. In his 51st year while escorting a caravan for a wealthy merchant who seems okay, but there is a lot of gossip about dirty dealings and things best left not talked about. About two days into the trip from Edinburg to Manchester, the caravan was beset by a band of assassins, or at least that is what the merchant was screaming during the entire attack. Maelthra managed to dismember many of the assassins, and the merchant saw his success and started to move towards him thinking it would be the safest place to be. As he was making his way towards Maelthra the merchant tripped over a branch sticking out of the ground and landed on Maelthra knocking him down, he hit his head on a rock and the world went black.

When Maelthra awoke, he felt completely disoriented. He was lying on a soft bed covered with blankets and his wounds were wrapped. There was someone in the background somewhere softly playing a strange instrument and singing. As he tried to rise, he found that he was hurt more than he knew, and he grunted from the pain and almost passed out.

“Careful there young one, that nasty man did you no service by following you.”

“That man can rot for all I care,” Maelthra said with the disdain he felt for the merchant. “Where am I?”

“Where you are isn’t important young elf, only that you have been chosen, and that you will soon start some training to help you find your place in this world, a place where you can find who you are, and to find your past.”

Maelthra was in shock and sore, he didn’t understand what the man was saying, but the man didn’t seem ready to explain as he started playing the stringed instrument from another land and singing again.

Maelthra soon found out he was in a training camp. In this camp, he learned how to be an assassin of the evil and corrupt people of the world. After ten years of training, not only had Maelthra learned all that could be learned, but had become a teacher himself. He had become well respected by all the people he encountered. By his 100th year he was second only to the master of the brotherhood. But he was no closer to knowing who he was. One day the Master of the brotherhood told Maelthra to leave the brotherhood to search the world for his past. He told him to go to Avilion, that there he would find his past.

As Maelthra found his way to Avilion, he found and enlightened group of people from many races some thought to have disappeared and be extinct. He found other elves like himself, and to his surprise dragons. Of all the creatures and beings that he met, the dragons were the most amazing, and drew his attention the most. After having been accepted into the Order, he traveled the lands of Avilion and found himself most by accident in a large cavern full of crystals.

One day as he was sitting admiring a particular interesting cluster of crystals, he felt someone approach from behind him. It was a woman dressed in a crimson gown of the East. Nothing showed but her eyes, and she was intently watching Maelthra and had apparently been watching for some time. As she approached him, she bowed gracefully saying, “Greetings Lord Maelthra, long have I searched for you. When I found you the other day I had to be sure it was you, and it is true, you are Lord Maelthra, son of the great and mighty Ma Nesh Nomin.”

Maelthra rose from his seat, and turned to look at the woman, as one eyebrow rose, he asked, “And just who is this Ma Nesh Nomin?”

The woman looked at Maelthra with a smile, this one certainly was lost; he knew nothing of his family. “He is your Father, child. He wishes to see you when you feel you are ready. He bid me give you this.” The woman hands him a small box, like one that would contain a ring.

Maelthra reached out to take the box, his father, what was going on here. “So after all this time, my father is interested in me?”

“Your father has always been interested in you, but after your mother’s unfortunate death after your birth, we lost track of you. Someone hid you from us, who this was, we still don’t know.”

Maelthra looked at the woman; she had yet to mention her own name, almost as if he should have known who she was. “So tell me then, who are you?”

The woman smiled, “Good, I see you haven’t forgotten your training from the Bortherhood. Master Katesh trained you well.”

Hearing his former masters name spoken a loud, Maelthra almost pulled his sword, but he could tell this woman wasn’t unarmed, and could most likely use whatever weapon she preferred. “You still haven’t told me your name Lady…?”

“Very well young pup, I am Syadyna Kiranov. I have served your father for longer than you have been alive.” She watched him now, her name was known in the world, especially among assassins.

Maelthra smiled, he knew this name, and knew as well that had he pulled his sword he would have been dead before it was out. “So when am I supposed to go and see my father?”

“When you are ready, that is all he said, I assume that means only you will know when it is time. More than that, I know not, I am only a messenger this time. For now I bid you fare well.” Without even giving him a chance to ask more, she turned and walked away.

Maelthra tried to follow her; he wasn’t yet satisfied with her answers. As he caught up to the last corner she had turned, he turned and found that she was gone. He would get no more answers from her.

He went back to the place he had been sitting at, and opened the box she had given him. Inside was a ring, it wasn’t just any ring, but a signet ring. The crest was a large book with a dragon with wings spread standing over it. “Ma Nesh Nomin,” he said a loud, “Look for Wisdom. Very well I will search for wisdom; then when it is time I will go and visit this father of mine.”

He turned and left the cave pocketing the box and placing the ring on his finger.

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Maelthra knows nothing of his birth, only his early childhood. He was raised by an old man, who found him floating down a river in a small boat. In his 50th year the old man died, this was devastating to him. Malcolm had become like a father to him, and even he died of old age, it was still hard for him to handle. He had traveled for a year, from one job to another often guard work on docks or for caravans. In his 51st year while escorting a caravan for a wealthy merchant who seems okay, but there is a lot of gossip about dirty dealings and things best left not talked about. About two days into the trip from Edinburg to Manchester, the caravan was beset by a band of assassins, or at least that is what the merchant was screaming during the entire attack. Maelthra managed to dismember many of the assassins, and the merchant saw his success and started to move towards him thinking it would be the safest place to be. As he was making his way towards Maelthra the merchant tripped over a branch sticking out of the ground and landed on Maelthra knocking him down, he hit his head on a rock and the world went black. When Maelthra awoke, he felt completely disoriented. He was lying on a soft bed covered with blankets and his wounds were wrapped. There was someone in the background somewhere softly playing a strange instrument and singing. As he tried to rise, he found that he was hurt more than he knew, and he grunted from the pain and almost passed out. “Careful there young one, that nasty man did you no service by following you.” “That man can rot for all I care,” Maelthra said with the disdain he felt for the merchant. “Where am I?” “Where you are isn’t important young elf, only that you have been chosen, and that you will soon start some training to help you find your place in this world, a place where you can find who you are, and to find your past.” Maelthra was in shock and sore, he didn’t understand what the man was saying, but the man didn’t seem ready to explain as he started playing the stringed instrument from another land and singing again. Maelthra soon found out he was in a training camp. In this camp, he learned how to be an assassin of the evil and corrupt people of the world. After ten years of training, not only had Maelthra learned all that could be learned, but had become a teacher himself. He had become well respected by all the people he encountered. By his 100th year he was second only to the master of the brotherhood. But he was no closer to knowing who he was. One day the Master of the brotherhood told Maelthra to leave the brotherhood to search the world for his past. He told him to go to Avilion, that there he would find his past. As Maelthra found his way to Avilion, he found and enlightened group of people from many races some thought to have disappeared and be extinct. He found other elves like himself, and to his surprise dragons. Of all the creatures and beings that he met, the dragons were the most amazing, and drew his attention the most. After having been accepted into the Order, he traveled the lands of Avilion and found himself most by accident in a large cavern full of crystals. One day as he was sitting admiring a particular interesting cluster of crystals, he felt someone approach from behind him. It was a woman dressed in a crimson gown of the East. Nothing showed but her eyes, and she was intently watching Maelthra and had apparently been watching for some time. As she approached him, she bowed gracefully saying, “Greetings Lord Maelthra, long have I searched for you. When I found you the other day I had to be sure it was you, and it is true, you are Lord Maelthra, son of the great and mighty Ma Nesh Nomin.” Maelthra rose from his seat, and turned to look at the woman, as one eyebrow rose, he asked, “And just who is this Ma Nesh Nomin?” The woman looked at Maelthra with a smile, this one certainly was lost; he knew nothing of his family. “He is your Father, child. He wishes to see you when you feel you are ready. He bid me give you this.” The woman hands him a small box, like one that would contain a ring. Maelthra reached out to take the box, his father, what was going on here. “So after all this time, my father is interested in me?” “Your father has always been interested in you, but after your mother’s unfortunate death after your birth, we lost track of you. Someone hid you from us, who this was, we still don’t know.” Maelthra looked at the woman; she had yet to mention her own name, almost as if he should have known who she was. “So tell me then, who are you?” The woman smiled, “Good, I see you haven’t forgotten your training from the Bortherhood. Master Katesh trained you well.” Hearing his former masters name spoken a loud, Maelthra almost pulled his sword, but he could tell this woman wasn’t unarmed, and could most likely use whatever weapon she preferred. “You still haven’t told me your name Lady…?” “Very well young pup, I am Syadyna Kiranov. I have served your father for longer than you have been alive.” She watched him now, her name was known in the world, especially among assassins. Maelthra smiled, he knew this name, and knew as well that had he pulled his sword he would have been dead before it was out. “So when am I supposed to go and see my father?” “When you are ready, that is all he said, I assume that means only you will know when it is time. More than that, I know not, I am only a messenger this time. For now I bid you fare well.” Without even giving him a chance to ask more, she turned and walked away. Maelthra tried to follow her; he wasn’t yet satisfied with her answers. As he caught up to the last corner she had turned, he turned and found that she was gone. He would get no more answers from her. He went back to the place he had been sitting at, and opened the box she had given him. Inside was a ring, it wasn’t just any ring, but a signet ring. The crest was a large book with a dragon with wings spread standing over it. “Ma Nesh Nomin,” he said a loud, “Look for Wisdom. Very well I will search for wisdom; then when it is time I will go and visit this father of mine.” He turned and left the cave pocketing the box and placing the ring on his finger.
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