This form was not the first, nor shall it be the last. I was mortal... once. The memory of that time is shrouded, fueged. Burned away are the vestiges of ordained death, now there is only timeless servitude.
I wish I could but grasp the thread of truth that dangles, and pull it to unravel the mystery of my origin, yet alas, the pieces elude my every attempt to put them together.
Why does it matter now? Such power as flows through an immortals veins is long sought by the heroes of the realms, spending years in search of this artifact of untold mysticism, or that scroll of antiquity that will lend them the secret to ascendence.
What was the path that my mortal coil took so long ago that resulted in this end...
Posted by Navarre at July 21, 2003 12:58 AM