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The story of Delkiir

The story of Delkiir

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Published by Alexis Holcomb
The early life of the elf, Alia Delkiir, as she escapes the life planned for her by her family to search out one of her own making. It leads up to the intro of an adventure she'd rather not take, but is fated to follow.
The early life of the elf, Alia Delkiir, as she escapes the life planned for her by her family to search out one of her own making. It leads up to the intro of an adventure she'd rather not take, but is fated to follow.

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Published by: Alexis Holcomb on Aug 12, 2013
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Sonora's StorySonora was born in the fair elven city of Kelethin. Being of a higher-class family, she wasbetrothed to a young elf while still in swaddling clothes. As she grew, heedless of thisagreement, she grew to love the intricacies of herbalism and watched in fascination as elvenhealers interwove the healings magics and their knowledge of herbs to heal many ill peoplethat came to the city for their help. Her parents, however, had much different plans for her asshe found. Before she had reached her adulthood, around the age of 70, she learned of theagreement her parents had made for her, and their disregard for her yearning to become ahealer. To their minds, their daughter was destined for greater things than to simply heal thewounded. They wished for her to never have to witness the tragedies of the sick, injured, anddying. They told her on this night that a great banquet was to be held to announce, officially,the betrothal between her and this elf, whom they wished to surprise her with. After thewell-wishers and her mother had left her to herself for a little while, she decided she would not
allow it, but, being of a young age, she saw no way to refute the betrothal on her own…so she
left.In the dark of night, while the party-goers were arriving for the banquet, she quickly changedinto some old clothes taken from a friend of hers (slightly lower-class), a small amount of goldto help her out of the city, and her rapier she had trained with since she was even younger, forprotection. She pulled a cloak over her hair and pulled the hood up to conceal her face, thenmoved quickly out the door and around the bright lights of the entranceway through a side
servants’ door. When she had reached the relative “safety” of the forest floor, she looked up
at the glow of the lights above her, and then turned away and never again looked back. Shetraveled through the forest, wishing she had listened more intently to her instructors about theways of the forest and of protecting herself, but her small knowledge of the rapier and herbsdid her well as she wandered through the woods, seeking a way out. As she became lostmany times, she began to dislike the woods, though eventually became used to them. Afterseveral weeks, she finally emerged on a large plain, where the bright sun welcomed andwarmed her face and body as she looked up at it, enjoying the freedom from the forest.Knowing the gods from her past training, she thanked Pelor for his light and was very glad forthis show of nurturement as she noticed the plains flowers and grasses blowing in the breeze.She managed to survive over the next several months on her own, avoiding those she saw,
afraid of being returned to her home and her parents’ plans. After almost a year, she was well
past yearning for company again, and began to seek a place where she could call home and notworry about running from her past. She eventually found a settlement not far from a smallwoods, it actually extended into the trees, and she could see some huts that had been built intothe trees, seeming almost to blend in with them. She seemed drawn to the place, not caringwho lived there, just glad to see an obviously Elven village. As she entered the town, however,she received a nasty surprise. These elves were not like the elves she had known in her home.Most of these had evil tendencies and no one trusted the other. As she tried to talk to some,
most would ignore her…she was lucky in that until she ran across some that did not ignore her.
The leering elves, who seemed to once have been high elves, used their magic to toy with her,
tossing her up in the air just to catch her mere inches from the ground, if bothering to catch her
at all… They then stole the small amount of gold she had left, throwing her rapier to the
while roughly searching for more valuables. “Such a pretty girl as you should have jewelry,right?” They sneered as they searched her. Finding none, they toyed with her the rest of 
the evening, then left her, bruised, battered, and very disillusioned as to the goodness in the
world, to the harsh reality of this town, for it was called Darkglen…the village of outcasts. Shehad found her place, she felt…found what she truly deserved for running away. She thought
of leaving, but found the thought of being alone once again to be truly repugnant.Over the next couple of years, she learned to survive in the town, making a small amount of 
money selling pitiful herbs she found on the outskirts of the forest, for she didn’t want to enter
the forest and become lost again. She watched sadly as many young elves turned to thieveryand banded together. She stayed far away from them and most others, learning after a fewtimes of coming in contact with them that physical contact with these people often left onehurt, robbed, or worse. She often sought the temple of Pelor, one of two temples in Darkglen,for sanctuary and comfort. Only here did she truly feel welcomed and nurtured in this darktown. She listened to the clerics there and once again watched in fascination as the injuredcame in daily from the broken town seeking healing from the clerics, and found a kindly clericthat often bought her herbs, praising her for her honesty and caring. She could never feelclose to him, however, for her distrust stretched to all in the city, she felt.One day, while trying to peddle her herbs to the general populace, an old elven woman with
kind eyes stopped at looked at her small array of herbs. “These have been very well prepared,young one, but you aren’t gathering them at the right time. Would you like to learn?”
Sonora struggled with her distrust of the stranger, trying to discern if she was being honest or if she, too was going to turn on her and dash her hopes of one day becoming a healer. She drewher rapi
er closer to her…her only possession left…and nodded suspiciously. “There now,” theold woman crooned, “I won’t hurt you…I’ve been looking for an apprentice to train, but theones I have tried to teach become more interested in…less scrupulous things…” A
t saying this,
she hung her head slightly, the sadness and loneliness becoming apparent. Sonora’s heart
tentatively reached out to the old woman, hoping to have found a kindred spirit, but still afraidto be disappointed and hurt as was so often the case in her years of residence in Darkglen.The old woman straightened slightly and shook her head, as though to clear cobwebs of memory from her eyes, then looked once again at the young elf. She smiled kindly and heldher hand out to Sonora, but Sonora shrank away from the proffered hand and quickly gathered
her herbs and rapier and stood up, motioning that she would follow the old elf… and she did.
For many years after that, she learned from the old elf…learned not only the herbs and how to
prepare them, but how to use them on long-term patients, often accompanying the old elf tothe temple of Pelor to assist the Healers on the wounded and sick. She loved the work, andgrew to trust and even love the old woman, but they never exchanged names, never exchangedpasts or stories. They shared their dream of healing and herbs and want of companionshipand that was enough. She grew to know the young cleric in the temple, and eventually began
to trust him, though many saw her as distant. She would talk to no others unless herprofession required it except for the old elf and the young cleric.As she neared the age of adulthood, she started to notice how the young rogues that had oncemercilessly tortured her or ignored her started to notice her more, and started to becomebolder about other things. She grew even more distant, sensing the trouble that could comefrom this. On her 100th birthday, the old elf beckoned her near and sat her down for their
first true talk. “I realize that we have never told each other of our pasts, and that we’ve nevertold each other our names…and I’m not asking now,” she hurriedly said as she saw the youngelf start to form barriers, “But you are almost a woman and it is time for you to continue past
your childhood and your past a
nd choose a name for yourself. This takes time to think…it’s no
light matter. You should start thinking now and tell me when you are ready to truly become
an adult.” Sonora thought of this, and realized the truth in the old woman’s words. For
several years after this, she thought about this and truly looked around her at all that was goingon. She made her decision and told the old woman a few months before her 110th birthday.
“I have decided on my name, grandmother,” she stated. The old woman nodded
. She
looked in Sonora’s eyes and saw the light there, the light of determination, of youth, of kindness and purity. “A request has been made of me, and I pass it to you, for I feel it’s yourdecision, not mine,” the old woman told her. “The young cleri
c in the temple has requestedfor you to declare your adulthood and name in the temple in front of him and several other
clerics of Pelor. They have been waiting for you to decide. Don’t wait long to make a choicefor the clerics…now you have made your decision for adulthood, you should declare it soon.”
 Sonora was torn between her distrust of the other clerics and her trust in the young cleric, butdecided to do it in trust of Pelor and the gifts she felt he had given her. The preparations weremade, and, on her 110th birthday, she entered the temple and moved to a smaller back roomto wait. Soon, the young cleric walked in and smiled. He reached as though to take herhands, but she pulled back. His smile lessened somewhat, but his eyes still sparkle
d. “Today,
you shall take your place among the adults, my young friend, follow me, the rest of the clerics
are waiting.” She followed him through the halls she had become familiar with, nodding to
those patients she had been helping to treat, but not stopping to speak to any. Soon theyturned into a hallway she was not familiar with. She recognized the doorway that she hadbeen told only clerics were allowed to enter, the chosen of Pelor. She hesitated at the door asthe cleric walked in, nervous about angering any god. He turned and smiled reassuringly to
her. “It’s alright, come and stand here,” he indicated a small platform with the light of the
sun streaming onto it from an open window in the high-domed ceiling above. The room wassimplistic in design, but grand and intimidating to many with the intricate and beautiful designsof Pelor and other gods carved into the twining latticework that flowed up from the floor to thewindow above. In the sunlight, she could not see around her very well, but the room was welllit from the same light she was standing in. She heard the whispering of robes from theopposite end of the room, and knew that the rest of the clerics had arrived. She stoodstraight and tall, hiding her discomfort and nervousness. She could make out the clerics asthey formed a half-circle in front of her. Soon after the rustle of movement had stopped, an

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