I am Mephis, the Wanderer.
I stand at 6 foot 5 tall, athletic but rather slim. My hair flows long and white, my eyes forest green.
Not uncommon for a half-blood.
At just over the age of 5 (Or 16, according to the years of man) it is time I find my own path.
My father, whom I never met, was a Man far away fighting human wars. I am told I inherited his cunning, but also kindness. I wouldn't know, but if that is so I am grateful to him.
My mother, an Elf, who raised me till her passing. Everything I am I owe it to her.
I was never told of the circumstances that they came to meet, but hope to find one day.
From this day forward I plan to travel and learn the most I can, about the world, about my forefathers heritage and, mostly, about myself. For this, I kept the title of the Wanderer, given to me because of my constant drive to explore the land around my mother's house.
My highest dream is of a land united, in which no race has to fear any other and all can benefit from each others skills and strengths.
A Sentimental Value
I took very little before leaving my former home. But one treasure I made sure to have with me - my mother's elvish ring. It was a simple silver ring, with few adornments but a sigil or a rune. She never told em what it meant but I feel it holds the key to my mother's past. She called it the Ring of Solace. May it bring me comfort on my travels.
On the last night of my first stint as a herbalist I went down to the Tavern. I was by myself, feeling like doing some thinking on where to go from there. I stayed late into the night, in a warm corner by the fire. One of the tavern wenches kept serving all night, a charming and friendly presence that made me feel welcome all night. She was one of those ageless tavern wenches, where you can tell they have been doing that for a long time but how long exactly is impossible to tell. She could be kind and gentle, but also strong and fierce. Every patron seemed to know this and try and stay out of trouble.
Just before closing time, as only very few, very drunk, patrons were left, beside myself, the wench came and sat by my table.
She startled me of my own thoughts.
'Yes, ma'am. Thank you very much.'
'No need for such formalities with me, darling. Just call me Winnie. I've seen you 'round a few times, but you are still new to the Town, are ye not?'
'Erm, yes, I am.' I replied, unsure what to say.
'I can tell there is a whole lot goin' on in the head of yours. I can feel there is something about you, different from al those drunkards back there' She pointed at the last group of men singing off key while pushed out fo the doors.'
I said nothing.
'Winnie, tell yer friend it's time to go. I wanna get to bed.'
'Aye, will do. Just go ahead. I'll finish closing down here, don't you worry'
As soon as the Tavern Owner was gone she moved closer to me and whispered, eyes full of secrecy.
'Right, love, I ain't got much time so ye listen carefully, will ya? I know there is something about ye, though I cannot explain how. Enough you know I've been around and seen and heard much. Part of business, you get paid in gold and too many words out of drunken fools. I can help ye, just come to me whenever ye need and you'll see. No, no time to say anything else. Off ye go'
She pushed me out of the Tavern and closed the door. What just happened, I asked myself. There was something that bothered me about this exchange, as if she knew who I was. More, she seemed to know something about myself I did not. Yet, somehow, I trusted her. I trusted this stranger more than anyone else I has since the beginning of my travels and I knew I would see a lot more of her.
The Beauty of Lady Fluke
Ah, Lady of mesmerising beauty
no other ever was of the same ilk.
Your hands I wish to kiss
Skin as smooth as silk.
I am enchanted by your eyes
The colour of a forest creek,
As by the delicate hollow
of your left cheek.
I drown in the blood red of your lips
Oh, Beauty can be cruel!
How many souls have fallen
by a love-driven sword in duel.