Milith E'lyan
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Account name: Aliza_Shadowbane
Forum name: Aliza_ShadowbaneMilith was born in a small village in the mountains near Calimshan, as a young boy he discovered he had a natural affinity to magic and being an elf helped that along nicely. He had one problem though, Magic was banned from his village as a major tragity many years back had caused a great fear in his people against magic. He was quickly shunned and hated for his magical abilitys which made him withdraw from people in general and avoid most contact. As he progressed he started studying languages to pass the time as he had no one to play with. Over time he mastered eight languages in which he used to speak with travellers that came to trade with the villages. at the age of two hundred and fifty a strange man came to town seeking shelter and refuge stating he had become lost and seperated from his group. The elves of the village took pity on the poor stranger and let him into one of their inn's till they caught him lighting a candle with magic. They panicked and grabbed the man throwing him from their gates telling him to be gone and not return with his evil. The man turned with a cold glare speaking in an angry tone and promised them that they and there children would suffer for there ignorance and mistreatment. As night fell Milith went to the forest to gather some wood for his fire for the evening knowing he would soon need it and strayed out farther then normal not wanting to take from live trees but instead find dead branches. When he started back he saw smoke rising from the village and raced back dropping the wood only to stop short of the tree line spotting undead destroying and killing the members of his village. Terror and anger rose in him as he began casting ray of frost on the undead trying desperetly in vain to stop them but in time eventually he knew he had to flee the village for it was already nearly in ruins. The last thing he saw before fleeing was the face of the old man smiling at him strangly as though approving of his magic. He fled to the city of Calimport and reported to the local guards whom escorted him back to the now ruins of his city. There was no sign of the undead or the old man or his people. The bodies were all gone. With a heavy heart he turned from his once home and followed the guards back to Calimport and accepted there offer to put him on a boat heading to a place called Narfell to make a new start in his life.
To those that meet him Milith is very soft spoken and never makes eye contact, he is very shy and often needs a bit of probing to get him to speak his mind on something.
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