Murl'yn Woodstaff
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I awoke one morning after a week of high fever and delirium. I could not recall how I got to Jiyyd but for brief and shattered memories of being ambushed on a road. I'm not even sure what I was doing there.
Without memory of who or what I am, I stood looking at myself in a mirror. I hoped that some memory would come back but it was a fool's errand indeed.
As I gazed into my reflection with cold slate-blue eyes I noticed elven features that may be of my mother or father… for I can not even draw a trace of remembrance of my childhood 'nor my home.
My slender body is wrapped in old and bedraggled rags that someone dressed me in. My clothing was so badly mutilated and drenched in my own blood and other fluids they had to be burned.
The only possession that I still owned was a parchment with a brief note scribed on it:
_Murl'yn Woodstaff,
Please return as soon as you get this!
R.T._
I hope to find some way to aquire some provisions, attire and recover my memories.
1. 5ft
2. 90 Pounds
3. Pale for an Elf
4. Scars on back and chest
5. Slate-blue (maybe some half-elf in the family)
6. Silver-white
7. An accent that you can not place
8. A small red mark behind the right ear that you can not make out
9. Usually speaks in common but will talk in native tongue
10. Elf
11. Owns no equipment
12.
13. Right Handed
14.
15. Can not remember his relatives
16. Slender