Runes of Magic US / AU

((Anyone reading this, take note: this is as much an invitation to roleplay as it is anything else. If you're playing Mithras, I go by Trylis. If you're interested in chilling out for some in-game RP, send me some mail or a whisper, I'd love to hang!))

Dear Journal,
I am no hero. I'm no villain either, but if this somehow turns out to be the tale of my exploits that I have yet to embark on, I need to make a number of things clear. I am not a hero; I am no mighty sage, no warrior of renown, not even a cleric of any influence whatsoever. Though I possess a few talents intertwined with my heritage as a child of Mother Earth, I am inexpert in these, despite how often I put them to use.

The truth is, I am hardly even an adventurer. As you may already know, reading this, my kin - the elven folk of Taborea - are an ageless race. This is not to be confused with immortality, as we are all as capable of being slain as anyone else. Poisons, diseases, any affliction that can bring about the death of another can still render an elf as dead as they come, but the natural frailty that renders the short-lived races of Taborea utterly vulnerable do not quite apply to my kin. Why then must I explain this? In truth, I say this because this no longer applies to me.

It was one month ago. Thirty-one days, to be precise. I beheld the sight of a shooting star that glimmered unusually brightly in the night. Maybe I am superstitious, maybe I am simply insane, but there were legends speaking of wishing on such falling stars a fond desire that the powers above would grant truth to. When I saw this, I reflected upon the broken world we live in, and the stories of heroes and kings that would face crushing odds for the chance to bring the world back into a peaceful balance, and I knew I would never live up to them; I am, after all, merely a maiden of the elven woods. On that night, I prayed to every heavenly power I knew of, and I wished upon that star that I might live forever and become truly immortal.

At first I thought my wish had come true. I had no proof, but I dared to believe what others said; that I looked different somehow, that the elven sages sensed the presence of a bottomless potential in their midst only recently... I suppose, in a way, like the humble beginnings of many a hero. Daring to brave the possibility, I sold my home and enlisted the aid of the military airship operator Sidklaw, that I might reach the mainland of Candara and face the perils it had to offer. When I survived our crash-landing on Frost Island instead, there was ultimately little doubt in my mind that my wish had come true.

There was enough trouble on the island though; without hesitation, I offered to help, and put my talents to use for the cause of the troubled inhabitants of the islands. I must admit, it was a harrowing journey, and I feel as if I came close to dying more times than I can count, but it wasn't until I faced the sorceress Deliya head-on with many adventurers beside me - great and meek - that I learned the truth.

I am not undying, as I had once thought. I can still be slain; in essence, I am still no different from any elven maiden. Victory was in our grasp, but there was a great explosion that tore Deliya's stronghold asunder, and while a handful of the others survived, I did not.

I woke next to a stone outside the camp that served as the frontline base of operations. I had never seen such a stone before, but I could not deny the truth: that I did not wake up in a medical recovery tent meant that at some point I had died. When I arrived at the camp, there were a number of gasps and cries of "we thought you were dead!". I didn't deny it; I had died. I explained everything concerning my wish, and they were amazed, but they seemed to have patience for my impossibility. Inevitably, the crisis was still resolved, and I was sent on my way.

My name is Trylis Arkeneazea, and I am not a hero. Heroes lay down their life so that others may keep theirs, where I selfishly wished for my own life and ignored the fatal repercussions on those around me for my arrogance. From here, though, I must simply do the best I have to offer, on my own if I must.