Silonch

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Silonch (I)
The Pest of the Arch-Lich
Created April 24, 1998
Status Inactive
Race Elf
Classes Mage
Warrior
Last Seen March 12, 2011
Followed Molo


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Mud Contributions:

[ 13] Silonch: How deep is the knowing
Fri Oct 13 13:39:08 2000
To: all
Heart's blood
dream woven
Interlaced
through all that I am.
Soul bound
through lifetimes
Traversing worlds
Spanning time
Hauntingly beautiful
Blessedly sweet
deeply held
Forever mine

Current Description:

Elf [    Ma:20 Wa:15    ] Silonch, Sorceress of the Black Conclave       (December 1999)
Elf [    Ma:22 Wa:15    ] Silonch, Sorceress of the Black Conclave (March, 2000)
Elf [    Ma:25 Wa:15    ] Silonch, Witch of the Black Conclave.    (September 11, 2001)
Elf [    Ma:26 Wa:15    ] Silonch, Witch of the Black Conclave.    (August 6, 2002)

(Written by Cordir)
You draw a ragged breath at the sight of those eyes; dark orbs filled with an unrequited longing that consumes her days. Like a flame, she burns for one purpose only - but he knows it not. Realizing that you are not he, she turns, head bowed. Her hair falls to shield her face like a midnight black veil streaked with intriguing locks of crimson and starlight, matching the twin auras that swirl about her petite form.
Almost as if she somehow _hears_ your pity and interest, she whirls, the color high in her pale cheeks. "Don't you DARE..." The words are edged out from between gritted teeth, the slightest hint of moisture in her eyes. Her fists clench, but do not stray to her weapons; odd for one who wears the symbol of the Arch Lich's Black Conclave. With such fiery passion, she almost seems more suited to bear Tel's Blade. But no, she has chosen another Path - one to a Perfection as distant as the man who holds her heart... but still, she must strive... or else be extinguished.

(Written by Cordir)
Silver laughter catches your ear, and at its lovely, merry tone you simply must pause and discern its source. Scanning the area, it could only have come from the woman over there… She seems comely enough, with dark, flashing eyes and black hair that is streaked with intriguing locks of scarlet and white. Her clothing is simple but well made, her manner friendly and open…but her aura - and the wicked, bloody Mark she wears with pride - denote her as one of the Lich's loyal servants. What a puzzle, you think. A maid… especially one so seemingly kind and gentle… in the Conclave? She doesn't have the look of a Hunter about her, though the magical shields that swirl protectively about her give tale of her magecraft skills.
She notices your intent gaze, and a light blush creeps over her cheeks. One hand steals up to her throat to close protectively around a necklace of briar roses that lies there. Noting her concern, others in the room glance your way, their hands instinctively much closer to weaponry than her own. One protected and cherished, then, by many… for the auras of her friends are not simply in concert with her own.
Finally, it dawns upon you. The briar rose.. token of the heart given and lost and found again by Fate… those colors in her hair, those eyes, which until recently held only sorrow and longing… now you recognize her…

Character History:

My Precious Silonch,

I know as I write this, my daughter, that some of which you find here will hurt and surprise you. I wish I could be there to guide you and help you through what I know will be difficult times. It is my hope that some of what you learn from this missive will help you make your way through dark and treacherous times. Know one thing, my sweetest child, everything I did, I did for you. Please, trust in my words, and let this new knowledge guide you into a new morrow.

When I was not much older than thee, I spent a great deal of time at the spring in Loth Lorien. It was my favorite place to sit and dream. On one such day, I ran to the spring to find it already occupied. I quickly hid behind a bush and peered through the branches to see who dare invade my sanctuary. A Southern Elf, dressed in royal blue, was lying next to the spring. He wasn't moving, and I feared him dead. I ran for help and my mother and I returned to the spring. My mother had him brought to our home and she worked day and night to save his life. It was not an easy thing, and four days and nights passed before he before life again colored his cheeks. I was sitting beside his bed the next morning when he finally opened his eyes.

For the next three months he stayed with my family, mending his wounds and regaining his strength. I'll not tell you his name daughter, now or ever. You will see why as I continue my story.

I helped him on his daily walks and we spent a great deal of time together. He told me tales of adventure, battles against great evil, and of beauty and riches beyond my wildest dreams. His blue aura assured that I was safe in his company, so my parents would allow me out with him unchaperoned.

Aura alone does not a man make my daughter, never forget that. I was a young and curious girl, and he, a strong and experienced man. I fell in love. He soon was aware of my interest, and of my intent to make him mine. Before long, as most men be, he gave in, and took the sweet innocence that I (unknowingly) entrusted to him.

It was a rapturous few weeks. We would steal whatever time we could and meet to lay in each others arms. It was during one of these times my child, that you were conceived. You are my love, my greatest joy, the only thing I do not regret.

It was after one such stolen sultry night, that a messenger arrived at our door. He was wearing my love's rich blue colors, and said he sought a man of royal lineage. The messenger's eyes fell upon the man behind me, and his face lit up with joy. The words he spoke still echo in my heart.

"I bring great news, sir! The search is finally over! Your lady wife is with child. The child is expected with the dawn of the new moon. Your lady asks you to journey to her side. All welcome the newest heir to the throne!"

My world ended. Your father left without a backward glance. The messenger left my family gold to repay us for the care of your father.

I was given no explanation or apology. And, perhaps that is to be expected, I was naught but a common girl. It would be above my station to hope that I might find a place in his life. I did at least, I thought, deserve to know that he had a wife. But such a word did never cross his lips.

From that day on, I hated the blue aura. I vowed when I learned I was carrying you, that he would never learn of you. I left my parents home and traveled to place west of Og, and there spent the remainder of my waiting time.

As I prepared for your birth, I was alone, and frightened. I feared not only the upcoming birth, but also that I would be virtually unprotected and unable to defend myself. I took the remainder of my gold and ventured silently in to Og, seeking a midwife.

It was there I found Calyx, your guardian. She hid me in her home and aided me with your birth. In exchange, I gave her all that remained of my gold, and my solemn vow that you would be raised in the teachings and faith of Lord Nash. I left you there, my dear, in her care. She will raise you as her own and teach you what you need to know to some day wear the aura you are destined for.

I gave her my word that on day of your 16th ascension, she would take you to Molo, the Arch-Lich of the Black Conclave. You will join the faith. From that day forth, you will walk in safety - wearing the mask of evil. Your father, should he ever learn of your birth, will never find you there.

As I prepare to leave you my dear, I say only two more things. First, forgive me. I could not take you with me on my return to the family. This loss will grieve me every day of my life. But should it be known that I bore a child of the man, my family would send word to your father. That I could not bear. He'll never know of you, as long as there be breath in my body.

Secondly, a word of advice my child. If I could foreswear anything else, it would be this:

I wish you not an evil man, and in these times, there is only the Conclave to hold up the teachings of Lord Nash. Though I trust you will hold your faith dear to you, know this before you give your heart.

Love only a man who wears NO aura. It is in such you will find a man who is his own master. He'll not hide behind faith or following. He will speak only his own mind, not the falsity of heritage or 'belief.' It is in such strength you will find true happiness. His actions will speak of his heart, not the bidding of his god, or his family. I wish this for you my child.

My pen does shake and my tears threaten to blur my last words to you. In a moment I leave a final kiss on your brow. My love goes with you, now and always my daughter. Fare thee well.


Trivia:

Worn: (Aflame) the mark of a demon's kiss
Long: Magically aflame in testament to the passions that inspired it, the perfect imprint of a kiss burns here.
Look mark:
Crimson against white, the still-burning mark of a kiss bestowed by one who is demon-kind glows darkly beneath your gaze. Perhaps it is fueled by the still raging desire that inspired it, yet held in check from harming she who bears it by the equally deep love borne her.
Look kiss:
Every being has an essence. Here, a fragment of the fiery soul of one who has given his life to the Arch-Lich, his devotion to Nash, and his heart to the woman who bears his kiss, burns. How it has been wrested from his flesh and bound by his lips' caress as a gift, you can only imagine... and shudder at the thought of any creature being so driven and tormented by passion, devotion, faith and loyalty, that they would willingly give up some bit of their essence into the keeping of another...

Personal Timeline:

April 98 - Silonch is created.

October 3, 1999 - In a ritual lasting over an hour, three pieces of a letter are joined, and three pieces of a heart are restored into one... and returned to the lady Silonch who had lost them: Heartless No More

October 14, 1999 - Silonch stumbles into the Copper Dragon, and is promptly slain. The dragon later dies of indigestion, assisted by Skynard.

January 29, 2000 - Silonch of the Black Conclave bad portals to the Longship, and, in her words, 'Doesn't panic for once.' Some of that is due to the gentle guidance of a friend, which inspires her to write "The Face of Courage".

Feb 8, 2000 - Silonch posts, "Tylorn the Hunter"

March 30, 2000 - In an effort to assist Stouthbound with a mob mastery, Silonch dies to Scariz... twice... and looses a level.

April 1, 2000 - Silonch regains 24th level mage.

April 5, 2000 - Silonch turns down Wolfgang for "the 101st time", according to the amorous Wolfgang.

May, 2000 - Silonch levels to 25th Mage / 15th Warrior.

October 13, 2000 - Silonch posts "How Deep is the Knowing.

November 1, 2000 - Silonch's heart is obtained by the Tigers. Mass chaos ensues and threats are levied against the Tigers should it not be returned to Tylorn. Cordir talks to Silonch about the situation. <LOG>

October 18, 2001 - Dezmond publicly pledges himself to Silonch.

November 21, 2001 - Silonch of the Black Conclave levels to Ma:26\Wa:15!!!!!!!!!

November 19, 2002 - per the timeline: "Today I had a bad portal to the Chamber of Storms. The Ancient blue Dragon had me for breakfast. Nazinthas, without being asked, retrieved and returned my corpse - intact. His kindness is much appreciated by Silonch, Devoted Pest and Former Blue Dragon Burrito."

November 25, 2002 - Cordir runs a 20 question trivia contest. In a tie breaking final point, Greaver barely wins out over Silonch, with Cynder close behind.

November 30, 2002 - The world is stunned and delighted when Silonch, Witch of the Black Conclave, LEVELS to Ma:27\Wa:15.

January 12, 2003 - Silonch posts Insidious to the TFC forums.

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