Get your own Free Home PageFor those of you who wonder who I am, you may as well consult Takhisis herself as ask me, for I bear no recollection of my birth, my life, or my death; only tales that I have peiced together from the memories that the gods hove seen fit with which to endow me. For me life began with my undeath, the day I was cast from Paladine's light and forced to maintain this existence that I am forced to call my own. Oh, bits and peices of the being that I once was flash through my conscience now and then. Visions of the splendor and love that I once enjoyed before this curse was set upon me. You ask why I do not speak on my nights in the Tower? Well I ask you, how can I? Dare I risk missing a vision for petty conversation with silly magi who do not understand? Of course not, and that is why I dwell in silence, speaking only when it is of importance..saving my silence for the visions that allow me brief respite from my horrible days.
Through flashes of light and pictures, even voices and music when I am most fortunate, I have peiced together a tale for myself that I wish to believe true. I hardly dare speak it, for fear of losing the thread of memory and realizing that all I have come to believe is merely a falsity; another silk in this web of deceit. But listen closely and I will divulge what my cold heart seems to believe to have been...
My visions speak a name. A name more soothing and beautiful than the waters of the land that flit thru my desolate mind. A name that I grasp with every part of my being, for its very utterance stirs emotions within me that should be dead; emotions that prove that once I lived...loved...Karyn'Li..My Lady Karyn'Li..
And in this land, this beautiful, ethereal land of moistened green and jeweled violet, I grip the gloved hand of Karyn'Li and smile as the breeze kisses my face. I see her beside me, her dark curls whipping across her regal brow as she turn turns to me and...smiles...
And then I see my Karyn'Li, my beautiful lady, broken and torn, my son dead within her. Ashwest, my son; our son... Broken and torn, but then the vision fades..as I feel her in my arms, her sodden gown wound about my arms, her blood on my hands, sweet on my tongue...
But other times it is just her, my Karyn'Li..safe in my arms, the beat of heart beneath my own. My beating heart... Her violet gown whips in the wind and her scent carries to me..my pulse racing..Lavender and Honey...as I sleep atop her vault..marble so smooth, like her skin...
And now there is pleading..I entreat them to spare me. Spare me the pain. Paladine be damned and all his spawn as well...and then silence. The black and seething silence that grows warm with the breath of entrapment. Festering within my rotting soul as even the fires of Hades shun me in my damnation...and where is she now? ..Karyn'Li..
And always they leave me, to dwell once more and await them to reclaim me. Perhaps after all they are only the wishful musings of a creature starved for personal history; dreamt by a mind that hungers for a past beyond this. Someday I will understand. I have learned much already since the day that Quidor and Amylase found me within the forest. Even a deathknight has his allies, and for now this Tower provides the solace I will achieve from no other. And still I hear her name, and wonder...who she really was..my Karyn'Li...
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