Clarification, Tlaania is an old cleric friend of mine that is well, dead. Sil and her courted around for a while. Even started House of V'rinn (Tlaania's surname) a quite cool RPing guild on Luclin. She didnt live more then an hour and a half from me in Jonesborough, we had even met IRL on a few occasions. When I was getting on for Sil to propose one day, I found out she had died in a car wreck. As such, This story is dedicated to the memory of her...I miss you Julie. 
Birth of Isto'Velve
Deep in the T'vil Mansion the sound of a newborn's crying can be heard.
Tlaania T'vil rushes into the nursery mere seconds after the sound of her newborn child's crying woke her. She kneels beside her sons bed and holds him.
"Hush child. It's alright, Mother is here."
She whispers in hushed tones to the crying babe. Softly she hums a lullaby as the baby quiets down and returns to sleep. Moments later Tlaania's husband, Siliddar appears in the doorway smiling...
*Many Years later*
"Concentrate child. Channel the forces through your body, let your body become a vessel for Innoruuks power." [ 02-05-2002: Message edited by: Siliddar ]
Dugall and his mother sat in Tlaania's priestess quarters in the Temple of Innoruuk. Tlaania was trying to teach him how to channel magic.
Dugall raised his hands and tried again. The magic simply wouldnt come. He furrowed his eyebrows in concentration as small beads of sweat were starting to form on his forehead.
"Uggghhhh, I cannot do it. The magic simply will not come."
Tlaania bowed her head.
"Do not worry my son, not all are meant for magic. We will find some way for you to serve Neriak. Your father will be a bit dissapointed, but he will get over it. Now run along. I believe that your Uncle Keiran wanted to speak with you about your career."
Dugall bowed and headed out the doors to catch up with his Uncle Keiran. Keiran was always outside of Neriak, scouting out and doing missions for the Hall of the Ebon Mask, and being able to see him meant three things. One, being able to enter the Maidens fancy, a rare occurance indeed . Two, Hearing lots and lots of his stories of worldly business. And Three, being able to drink wine. For his parents somewhat frowned on his going out and getting drunk with his uncle...
Dugall put his wineglass down and gulped
"What happened uncle Keiran? Did they flee like the cowards they are?"
Keiran was good at telling stories and knew just where to put in dramatic pauses.
"When suddenly ther ees a flash o magic and tre' o the dworves is nothin but dust."
"What? who arrived?"
"Me ol buddy Darrtev thats who. He was just walking along and Brzzappp! them dworves is nothin but charred, blackened armor an boneses. As he is castin anuther spell he goes "How would y'all like your dwarf? cooked or fried?" An den a lightning bolt hit anuther dworf and he was well...done for lets just say."
Dugall and Keiran shared a hearty laugh.
When Dugall recovered Keiran had lost the twinkle in his eye that he always had when telling his stories.
"Dugoll," Kerian said.
"Yes Uncle Keiran? What is wrong?" Dugall replied.
"Your mother tells me ye cant channel magikal energy. That tru?"
Dugall bowed his head, "Yes."
"And ye not quite tough enough to be accepted in the Indigo Brotherhood, right?"
"No."
"Well me buddies at the hall have been asking about you. Dey want to know if you'd consider serving Neriak through Rogue work. Kinda like what I do."
Dugalls eyes lit up. He had always wanted to go out with his uncle on one of his adventures. Without a moments notice he replied "Of coarse!"...
He truly was.
[ 04-16-2002: Message edited by: Caelin ]
