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Children |
Kaylin K'Tral
Jason Arina
Julian Arina
Conlan Alcarin
Melaina Alcarin
Aisling Alcarin
Cathaior Alcarin
Anelain Alcarin
Avathar Alcarin
Galain Alcarin Jr.
Tysane Alcarin
Culaelin Alcarin
Gloraelin Alcarin
Menelanna Alcarin
Makilnar Alcarin
Vanyalin Alcarin
Marius Agrippa
Aarien Alcarin
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Grand Children |
Catelyn
Willem
Galen
Cassey
Carrick
Kiana
Rilya
Nendil
Cuivienen
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Draconic Dreams...
Strong and well-formed, and golden as a mid-morning sun. Golden hair transformed into a crested mane while
wings that pulse with a translucent, nearly holographic effect fold neatly upon his back.
A hatchling, he is perhaps four feet tall when sitting. When he stretches, he is
twice as long.
--with thanks to DragonGrin Elf for the description
I am called ’Lain or Scaraalassë, short for a much longer name that describes who I am…
both dragon and high elf. Would you care to hear it? I warn you it’s long, but
in Elvish perhaps it is a song one hums as images run through your mind…
GalainminnônartatyahinaratarGarethaDelanna
cunduhildeElennónamíhrivemeldolimbëacalalaurëa
rámalókëascaraalassë
The song spun out in Common becomes:
Galain, firstborn son, second child of Most High Elder Gareth and Delanna, crown prince
of the Elen born in winter, lover of many, darkness and light, golden
winged-dragon, impetuous and joyful.
Among my kind, purity is prized above anything else. To mix one’s blood with another race is anathema,
especially in a world where we are so few, where we are hunted, where we are
unwanted. The Aeglos stone, a gem infused with power by the original Mages of
the Elen to protect my people’s home deep in the heart of the Forest protects
its kind in ways that few understand or know. I came into contact with it during
a time of anxiety when it was nearly stolen by those who sought to use its power
in their own quest.
It shouldn’t have affected me. After all, I am the son of Gareth, the Most High Elder. I am the nephew of Adarin, the King
of the Elen. I am Crown Prince of my people, an example to my kind (although if
they were to know the stories of my travels I might be shunned forever). Yet it
did affect me, awakening a secret my father has sought to keep silent for
millennia. The secret of dragon blood which flows through my veins.
One whom I call Ononë, Sister – Lady Tarshawn to many, DragonGrin to
many others – came to my aid when I fled into the woods, trying to understand
what was happening to me. It was she who heard a cry for help and crooned a
hatchling song, she who taught that hatchling to fly, to hunt… without her I
hesitate to consider what might have happened.
And so here I am… an Elen prince with a dragon heritage. What does my father
know? Why does he hide it? What does this mean for my people? Only time will
tell.
I am learning my abilities slowly… like most dragons I breathe fire. I am
young and thus not quite able to carry a full-grown humanoid. I have a tendency
to transform without quite realizing it, which can make things interesting
sometimes. I am probably a typical dragon in that I collect things… something
I unconsciously already did as an elf. If you were to ever stumble upon my
shelter in the Forest you’d find I have a penchant for picking up things that
catch my eye whether it be buttons, stones, strange flora or even a gemstone.
Who knows, perhaps one day I’ll find that I like to collect butterflies,
animals or even… humans.
Is there any hint of my “other” nature when you see me as myself in elven
form? Perhaps you might notice a small patch of golden scales on my stomach. It
itches occasionally, but not irritatingly so. You would have to come close and I
advise you not to when I’m feeling… hungry.
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