Veriliadon

"Unworthy is the rule whose subjects seek the solace of false gods." —Veril

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This is the young Veril, a half-elf abandoned on the streets of Damacia. Ill-treated and scorned for his half birth, Veril only knew a life of poverty and hatred as he grew up.” the illusions pan to teen Veril in a performer’s outfit. “Eventually Veril found that he could make a living by streep performing… partly. He joined a gang of misfits who would pick the pockets of his spectators clean as he fascinate them with his sitar playing. Veril had an even darker secret though, Veril has a strong high elf heritage, but because of the magic ban within his home city, he suppressed his innate magical abilities. However, this caused his powers to manifest in unexpected ways, namely, through his performance. Over the years, Veril became extraordinarily adept at bluff and disguise to hide his nature. But eventually his friends abandoned him too, fearing his magic.” The illusions pan to a young adult Veril on the road with level 1 adventuring gear and his sitar. “Veril finally left his home in search of a new one. He had spent many nights sneaking into libraries to learn of his ancestors and racial heritage. He wished to find his true home. During journey he wrote about his adventures, people he met, ideas he had, songs and poems he thought.” The illusions pan to an adult Veril standing in the same enclave you found Tassildor. “It took decades, but eventually he found us, his ancestors. He wished to join us and learn the old ways, but alas, we, perhaps in our arrogance, turned him away. His mind had been too warped by malice and blood too spoiled by human. We mistreated him for the same reasons his birth home did. I never saw him again. From there he continued to walk the earth astray. In this time he wrote his biographies, histories, and stories. He knew everything there was to know except where his place was in all of it.

Veriliadon

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