User:Zilken/Evolution

The last thing I remember is Grenth's cold kiss upon my lips...

The first thing I remember is ...

Ascalon, before the Searing...

What the?! I'm Mortal!?! Oh my love is this how you test me? Ow! My head! It's spinning... I wandered around for an age trying to work out what I should. Had I been forsaken by my Lover, left to rot on this Tyrian soil?

Forlorn I found people that would talk to me, they gave me advice and in some cases directions. And so my quest to regain my Immortality began. Cast out from Grenths domain for a reason I knew not, the road ahead would be treacherous and bleak. Appearances would be decieving, friends would become enemies and Allies become the most trusted companions.

The Charr Invasion has been well documented and my escape was as fortunate as many others. This "human" form I have been given has some interesting limitations and the practise of the Dark Arts has kept me safe. My erstwhile companion Tigga saving my skin on many occassion. Never was a fireside retirement more well earned than that earned by that Hearty Stalker!

So, what next? Well after finding my feet in Ascalon and managing to get to Kryta with the rest of the refugee's I travelled into the jungles of Maguuma. There's aplace to test the mettle of a mortal!

I was glad to leave the steamy jungles but little did i realise i was going from the frying pan and into the fire! The Crystal Desert, a hot, dusty place with mystery and rumour all around. But this path to enlightenment was one that was yet another beginning. Now I understand more, I realise theres is ever more to learn.

Travelling across the Seas has been a worthy experience and the skills and arts they practise there have enhanced my abilities yet further. With betrayed Emperors and Fueding Princes, there has been much to see and much to learn. Humans are indeed strange creatures and vicious too. They put the very demons of Abaddon to shame with their machinations and schemes of destruction. I can see why the Great Destroyer has a soft spot for these fleshy beings. They are at least creative!

Ironic then that I return to familiar lands to finally regain my place amongst the Immortals! The world is indeed cyclic.... We are proof!