A Tale of Strife and Shadow

“The tall, thin serious man strode in, his dark cloak billowing so dramatically it threatened to extinguish the lamp flame with its draught. He advanced like a malevolent shadow consuming the dim orange light, filling the room with a presence almost more than human.”

Originally the house of Mordecai was one that garnered in the ancient knowledge and secrets of the elven civilisation (they found crumbling around them), but as time went on and the rest of the world caught up to the knowledge and prowess of the elves the need for spies and those skilled in subterfuge rose and the need for ancient magicks lessened. Seeking to acclimatise and establish themselves in this newly established human civilisation, those elven houses that remained re-formed into vassals of the human clans. The Dalachain clan was the defacto leader of the clans, and where Sylfaer Mordecai (The First Lord and namesake for the House) had placed his houses’ rulership.  

0-18

It must have been some luck that the gods smiled upon my birth and gave me away as the bastard son of a noble family. My father Rildaer was an isolated and darkened man, regardless, he dealt in information throughout the city of Dunn Hain as we had for generations. His wife Devetriel was a cold stone-hearted bitch of a woman, whether that was to do with the mark I left on the family or just who she was I could never tell, but she was at most times equally as cold to my Brother Thredor and Sister Briaris. Of my real Mother nothing was said aside from being an all too friendly scullery maid to my father. The family's master at arms was the closest thing I’d consider a father throughout my childhood. I saw him more often than my real father and he was a good deal kinder than the rest of my usual company, plus I had a knack for using all manner of weapons and it was the closest thing to real fun you could find in my old home’s dark and sullen halls. 

18-24

Upon my 18th name-day my father legitimised my status and gave me the family name, mind you that was only in case both my brother and sister kicked the bucket before myself. I took it upon myself to take the world and my fate into my own hands. Finding myself particularly skilled with blades and a knack for getting into places I shouldn’t be in I quickly fell in with a motley crϋe of bounty hunters who made great use of my more unique skills (It’s not everyday that you see an elf let alone a Shadar-Kai but more on that later). We started small, picking up jobs that were eating away at the guards’ time or putting an end to various criminal activities around the city. Of-course we did a little breaking and entering or smuggled anything and everything we could get our hands on to make ends meet.

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