King Raither ir'Wynarn

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I am my father’s experiment—or that’s what Nieven (knee-ven) told me. I’ve often wondered if that’s what I am to him as well. Nieven’s experiment to see if he can turn something wretched into something good…

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My mother was a human, captured by a vampire to breed his spawn and live the horrors he had planned. From what I know she was a simple blacksmiths daughter; however she possessed an unmatched beauty both in body and soul. Nieven described her as a golden warmth. This was what drew my father to her. He needed her lightness to counter his darkness. He wanted to balance good and evil and create a more powerful creature—me. But my story is not that sad…I had a good childhood; although I know one day he’ll come for me.

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This is my story…at least how it was told to me. Rose Stonewell, my mother, arrived on the steps of Sakya Monastery at dawn. Exhausted and dirty and in the throes of labor she collapsed on their doorstep. Nieven, an elven cleric of Dol Arrah, gave her his aid. He delivered me into the first rays of the sun. The birth nearly killed her and she spent several days bed ridden—it was during this time that Nieven learned of my father. She refused to tell the priest his name—in fear of putting him in danger. Nieven convinced her I wasn’t safe from the monster that fathered me; he convinced her it wasn’t safe for her to raise me. He said she cried when he took me from her arms—he said she loved me.

Nieven took me to Sharn where he hid me amongst the masses. I grew up in the church, Nieven raised me. He was kind and taught me what was just and right in the world. Nieven taught me of my heritage and the darkness that lurked in my veins—but he discovered how my blood could also be used for good. He taught me purity of soul and body—he taught me to love him like a father….and he taught me the most important lesson I would learn this century. He taught me to fear what I could become if I didn’t learn balance.

I learned that a few short months after Nieven took me from Sakya that the monastery and all those inside were burned—destroyed by an unknown assailant who stood cloaked in the street and watched as their screams sizzled and popped with the wood of the building. Knowing that eventually my secret would expose me I learned the importance of stealth and cunning and when I was old enough I left the church to keep Nieven safe. Now the streets and rooftops are my allies and the night is no longer something I fear, but something I relish in. I know as long as I embrace both sides of my nature –neither one can conquer me.

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King Raither ir'Wynarn

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