3. Aramuil Holimion

Aramuil Holimion


  • Character name: Aramuil Holimion
    Account: Talgrath

    Aramuil's cowl was pulled low, hiding his pointed ears and pale face from the bitter cold as he gazed over the reconstruction of Norwick from a hill not far away. The elven gate had deposited him some five miles away from Norwick, he had dressed warmly, but he had never been so far north and hadn't expected it to be this cold. As he began the relatively short walk towards Norwick, he couldn't help but reminisce, as elves do when in reverie or sometimes simply wandering.

    From a young age, Aramuil had been interested in Faerun and he longed to travel there from his home on the island of Evermeet. His mother and father were conservative nobles who felt that the Retreat was the right thing for Elvenkind to do. Aramuil disagreed and felt that Elvenkind should Return, but he was merely a child and so his parents felt that he would simply grow out of his infatuation.

    When Seiveril Miritar's Crusade, which later became a Return had left to battle the foul half-elf, half-demons called Fey'ri he had longed to join. But he had merely been a boy of 80, and had just begun his apprenticeship. He could barely summon simple light at that time, and he wouldn't have been any help. So when his apprenticeship was complete, he used a gate to go to Cormanthor and see the mighty Myth Drannor reborn, to try and help however he could and continue his magical studies.

    There, he learned much of portals and transport and of the variety of magical beasts that once prowled, and in some of the sealed vaults, perhaps still did prowl, Myth Drannor. Of course, his magical studies continued, and some of the finest battle mages in all of the Elven kingdoms lived in the city reborn; the art of battle magic was not lost on the young elf and his abilities continued to improve.

    While Myth Drannor's biggest concerns now was dealing with the humans who lived near to it, they still devoted much of their resources to trying to track down the remaining Daemonfey throughout the world; and when one of the higher mages divined that some might reside in the cold land of Narfell to the north, Aramuil had quickly volunteered to try and discover if that was indeed the case. Thus, he was told the password to a portal to carry him to and from Myth Drannor so he could easily report his progress and to speed his trip.

    And now, he found himself treading onward towards the small town of Norwick, or at least what was there now. He wondered what had occured to devastate the town, the lastest news he had been able to gather was several years old though…oh well, he would find out soon enough. He had daemonfey to track down, after all, and elven justice to bring if he could find them.


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