About Me
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No one holds command over me.
No man.
No God.
No Prince.
What is a claim of age for ones who are
immortal?
What is a claim of power for ones who defy
death?
Call your damnable hunt.
We shall see who I drag screaming to Hell with
me.
Gunter Dorn, Das Ungeheuer Darin
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The Fyremusik Family
Daughter of Phred and Myra Fyremusik.
Sister of Maridia Emberlyna
Nimue Zed Shealkire,
Mischief Heathir Mystaric & Gabriele
Zya (Married to Daltorak Astoras 08/30/03)
Great-Grandaughter of Wiglaff Stormcrow
Niece of Myrr Fyremusik
Sister-in-Law to Korith Fyremusik (Married to Sister
Mystaric)
Mari's Story
The sky was blue and
the sun was warm on her as she sat at the edge of the small stream that was
running down from the mountains. A day to herself , which were few and far
between; enjoying the long awaited taste of spring. Losing herself momentarily
in a daydream, she slips off to sleep and awakens as the sun is setting
just behind the mountain to a noise that is coming from the nearby woods. She
rises slowly to her feet in anticipation of what was to be revealed, flinching
as she realizes the sound is the neighing of horses and the cursing of guards.
The Illithid King and his men were headed down the path to her village, this
caused her to wonder what they were looking for, as she readied herself to
follow.
Peering through the
trees she could see the villagers being herded together, the guards forcing them
all into caged wagons. The men and able bodied workers were being pushed into
one wagon and all the woman and small children into another. She saw her Mother
and Father separated and each moved the same as the others. She was afraid
and alone, she hid there until the the Illithid were gone. That would be the
last time she saw her parents.
Night in its hidden
magic has fallen and she hears now the creatures of the shadows . She unsheathes
her weapon and musters her courage for what she may encounter along the pathway.
As the trail twists and turns around the mountain side, she remembers the tale
of a beautiful Vampire who haunts these lands. A familiar growl is heard before
the lioness crosses the pathway. The cat was not hers as she belonged to no one;
a beautiful creature and a companion since childhood. Her fur shined under the
moonlight and her eyes bore a wisdom that Mari
had not seen in any creature.
A special animal indeed but none knew the true nature of this majestic beast.
Reaching a cliff, she was able to look down the mountain into the valley; never
was there a more hollow feeling, than looking down into her burning homeland.
Even amidst the tragedy the spring has brought life to that which was
seemingly dead. As she followed the lioness farther into the woodlands she could
feel the presence of evil, something dark. She panicked and ran but it was to no
avail. The beautiful mistress caught her and in a short embrace she feel
lifeless to the ground. She awoke seemingly years later with a renewed outlook
on life, She was now Mari Fyremusik, the blood daughter of the beloved Myra, a
child of darkness. She will forever roam these realms in the darkness to capture
the innocent and bring them to the Dark Lord. Centuries have passed and her
former life has all but faded away. She barely remembers her days as a youth,
only a glimpse of what life was being mortal remains.
