This is a tale... of Elves and Men, of Demons and Beasts.

Here's somthing that worked rather well the last time I tried it, so we'll give it another go. Please use this thread to post shorts relating your character to current events around the general story-line that's developing. No pressure at all... but it might make for good observation to show the other players how your character is dealing with how things are going - notable advances and the like. I'll start with just this little extract... the Oracle's Prophecy.

When Demon of Andorhal dost return, the time shall come for Light to fade.
The Cursed Triangle arms to take - yet but one is worthy of the Blade.
Cursed First will pass the Blade, yet choice of Life - Love shalt follow there.
Elf that shalt be King will sire an heir, Union Father will guide them to where.
There stands a choice upon blade of knife. If Dawn come, Union - Sun shalt live. If Dawn not come, fall shall he."
Seven of shards, and two of eyes. Four of Curse and One to come. Cursed First will call them she.
Of these words, dept must be settled. If Union does live, Father must pay in blood.
Heed my words and come to listen, fail us now and no morning shalt there be - come the flood.

Enjoy! ...yes, my rhyming is terrible.

I sit feeling totally bewildered by what I have just heard explained by Jaelen. I’d been having the same vivid dream more and more frequently, each time I awake suddenly, sweating and shaking and have to turn to the bourbon to help me relax and get back to sleep. I’d attributed it to the stresses I’ve been under of late with Thorn matters but as of this evening, I know it to be something outside of my influence.

I watch as Lord Sunwing stands and leaves the inn, I make my excuses and follow him, slipping to the shadows. I am looking for changes of patterns in his usual behaviour following the recent attempt on his life, things that may be of use another day for completing my task. But it seems that he hasn’t changed his routine, something I find intriguing.

I slip away, to a quiet place in Eversong to rest for the night. Seems I am in this whether I like it or not and from what Jaelen has told us, I will need my wits about me for the coming day’s events.

Excerpt from the journal of Lord-Magister Sunwing

The darkness of my library is...comforting. What is not, however, is the possibility of my line ending.

Sunwhisper has returned. And brought with him news one of his demon shards was tucked away in Zul'Aman. 'The Spear of Souls'... something that can be used as a weapon, but all who heard about it are afraid of true power. I could control it, I know I could. Somehow, I need that shard.

Sunwhisper also spoke of a prophecy. A vision that's spells the end for at least one. Sunwhisper himself, or my dearest Xondra and her unborn child, my eventual successor.

My blood is the culmination of a dynasty that has lasted for thousands of years, and I can not let it end on my watch.

If it comes to it, Sunwhisper must die.