Little is known about the origins of a dark-elf, recently sighted again in the Lands. All he even knows of himself are but small fragments of memories, only recently dreampt up. In his dream, he sits at a table with a few other dark-elves, all elderly, overlooking a much larger gathering of his kind. From there, it goes blank, then fades into a very angry looking royal figure ordering several large dark-elves as they encircle him. His dream ends with at least 5 elderly mages, covered in tattoos and ordained in the finest robes, standing around him and conjuring quite a powerful spell. Finally... All goes blank, and he is reminded of his earliest memories before the dreams... Alone in a forest... No idea who he was, where he was... After days of wandering the wilderness, he came upon the town of Amethyst. There he came upon the local mage guild. The guildmaster could sense the magical strength within the elderly dark-elf, and took him into the guild to help him reawaken his powers. From there, Broken began his training. He met others like himself, dark-elves without a home. Aleric, Illyatra, Janus, Voltor...
(to be continued)