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ALL OLD LORE - IGNORE -

Was a contemptuous member of the olden board of magic (board is no longer in use), one of many who studied magic in its every form. Though always a bold and hard headed woman, she didn't always believe in pushing toward the use of dark arts. Ëallíarmen gradually grew to believe that there was a magnitude of missed opportunities and knowledge hidden right outside her grasp. Risks had to be taken in order to improve and as long as she had been alive, had not seen any improvements in society at all. Elves were stubborn in their old ways and hated change. They were even resistant to the idea of dragons but their minds were changed in the end. So, she spent years studying it in secret, hoping to bring evidence to the board. Whilst taking part in her hidden hobby, she bore a child and named him Írzäldí.

Even during the raising of her child, she kept her findings secret. Although she was a critically stern figure, Ëallíarmen was not a bad parent. She made sure to spend time with the young Írzäldí and provide him with anything he could need up until he was capable of taking care of himself. Even then, she was always there for him, tutoring him in the ways of magic but imprinting into him to keep an open mind and be aware that the world that you see isn't all that is known. His birth father was explained to be a passing fancy with a forgotten partner but in reality, it was a member of the board who held a different opinion, their viewpoints seperating them in the end. They had a bitter relationship afterward and he became keen on watching out for her in the future if she ever attempted anything on the matter.

Írzäldí eventually joined the board in his 302nd year, following in his mother's footsteps. She agreed with his decision and believed that her son being there on the day she was to announce her findings would make it all the easier to push forward. She knew he would be cautious but if she taught him well, and she did, he would side with her. He was a good man with a good mind for the right decisions, the board trusting him with many important tasks. Hopefully his agreement would bring a peace to her announcement.

Her hair became dulled with grey and her perfect elven appearance was slated with the sprouting of age. Her son took notice but it was brushed off as something she did on purpose because she liked how it made her look but in reality, the hundreds of years she spent in secret power was draining her. Ëallíarmen knew there was a huge risk involved and that the first few, hell maybe even the first hundred or thousand, would make mistakes. After all, they were beginners, amatuers, children in the forbidden texts. She knew she couldn't do this alone anymore and decided to bring it to the board. The reaction was mostly anger but not many were surprised. They used her appearance against her in their counter argument, stating that it was depleting her of life. She made a point of telling them it was a sacrifice and she should have been respected for her bravery. The next person to talk was Írzäldí's father, who, in typical elven vanity, made a statement of how the darkness had stolen her beautiful face, as if that was what was most important.

She became enraged. Hundreds of years of research and silence, all to be met with remarks of lost beauty and stubborn minds. There were a few who had not objected and one was her son but her temper flared into the likes of a hurricane and Ëallíarmen seemed to lose touch with her sanity. She called to the dark forces which had tempted her for years, promising all that she asked in whispers between scrolls. The ones that called from the dark words that spilled from her lips, "Let us in and we can give you what you want. Let us be your chariot for the future of your children's children. Let us walk in your flesh and be one with your heart." She knew to never accept their offers for she wished to control the forces within the spells, not be one with them. The power and knowledge lay within the secret to how that is done, not relinquishing to that tide. However, in her anger and her tired spirit, she let go.

What happened within the next few minutes was the massacre of the board. Her skin became a deathly pale, her hair red like blood and her eyes gleamed with crimson. Ëallíarmen and the forces around her ripped them limb from limb, even getting down on both knees to disembowel; feasting upon the innards of her former colleagues. Her son sat horrified and untouched by the massacre, spattered with the gruel of the dead. As she sat tearing at the body of a fallen elf, he stood with his dagger in hand. A woman was before him but she not his mother. Tears streamed down his face as he shakily stepped toward her back, forcing himself to raise the weapon higher. Before the strike, he uttered a final goodbye, "I love you, mother. I'm sorry."

However, the words from his mouth made Ëallíarmen falter and turn ever so much that the dagger wounded her heart but didn't end her immediatley. She swung at Írzäldí's face, blinding him on the way toward the ground. His mother landed at his feet as he grabbed at his wounded eye, blood spilling down his face. Her blood red eyes gazed up at him, almost pathetically as she uttered a few whispers of an unknown language. He wept and held her head as she faded away, knees in the gore of the dead.

The idea of the board was disbanded and all future magical studies would go through the queen. Ëallíarmen was ordered to be dumped outside of Ellesméra without a burial and was guarded until her body decayed to naught but bone. As for Írzäldí, he attempted to heal his eye but only managed to take the scar away. His eye stayed fogged over and blind. He chose to bury his mother's bones, what was left of them after the beasts came to feed, in a peaceful location where he felt she could finally rest.

He would eventually come to find out that in her dying words, she lay a curse on her only son for the knife that ended her life. Ëallíarmen, though gone from what is known, lay behind the white of his eye, able to peer into his world and witness what his blind eye could not see. The first person that he spoke to with open eyes was a healer about a fortnite later when his healing techniques weren't working. The elf ended up dead the next morning, savagely mutilated and tortured. Then the guards that he spoke to, when inquiring about the incident, ended up strung from the royal courtyard with their limbs removed. He donned an eyepatch with a spell to block his vision on a hunch and no more death was seen. The deaths of the elves remained a mystery and he remained quiet for fear of getting exhiled. He told none of his mother's curse and has kept his lips shut until this day.

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A newly resurrected Morzan (a once outcasted rider/tyrant), who had a fondness for Írzäldí and an insatiable thirst for forbidden knowledge, grew suspicious of his eyepatch. He drugged him and ran away with the patch while he lay sleeping, hoping to solve its mystery. Brom (hero to many and storyteller to others) found Írzäldí laying outside his home, unconcious. He laid the man in bed and waited for him to wake. When he first opened his eyes, Brom's face was the first thing he saw and he had no clue that his eyepatch was missing. Írzäldí was confused when Brom asked where his eyepatch was then clasped his hand over his eye and became frightened, unaware of what exactly happened.

The next night, Brom was visited in his home by a force that threw his china across his living room and moved doors behind his back. She eventually surfaced in the flames of his fireplace, naked but not quite able to be fully made out in her form. She spoke as if she was half asleep or confused but hateful. Although he fought back, the magic he used against her only fueled her own and Ëallíarmen almost killed him. He attempted to use a teleporting spell upon her but like the other magic, only rebounded toward him and he was left laying in the Hadarac desert, bleeding to death. Luckily enough, he was saved by a former friend but she was nowhere to be seen.

Trivia

• Name is pronounced Eel-E-Are-Men.

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Personality

Not a huge talker. Tends to prefer to be alone and more than a bit of a workaholic. He does enjoy the company of others but in small bursts. Is willing to sacrifice everything for progress. Rarely shows his emotions outwardly.

There is no easy way from the earth to the stars. - Seneca