*He sits within the study of his close friend Marzan, his grimoire close at hand, he doesn't write his tale in ink on parchment, taking a small dagger to his arm he draws a small line down his forearm and dabs the quil in his blood....then puts it to the bit of lamb skin laid before him*


I know some of you will look apon this with disgust and disdain, perhaps a bit squimish to the thoughts of the darker arts that I have gained a mastery in. My name is Miacus Ravenclaw, and as you will come to find apon meeting me I am a necromancer and medium. Now I will admit that my paths down dark roads started as a child, and yes I am a full blood elf, I had always been different then those of my age, thoughts of death always present within my mind, pacts with the darker ones a constant temptation.

Now yes I did prefer the darker side to life but I didnt delve into those paths till much later in my young life. I learned the ways of my kins and secretly hated them for it, the thought of peace and goodness disgusted me but calmed me at the same time. A small part of me still lives in that goodness. I will not cause you to sleep at my rantings of my life with my kin, for it was part of me for most of my young life.

But my true side came to me in my travels to this new land of Sosaria. Now as is the way of my kin our chosen paths are given in a dreamstate, or trance, and it was my trance that she chose me to join her cause. By she I speak of Kiaransalee, The Lady of the Dead, she saw in my heart of hearts I desired darker, perhaps stronger powers then those of light, and it was then my surname was chosen.

*a bit of pressure applied to the still fresh wound to allow some blood to ooze forth, a dab of his quil to the wound and he returned to his writing* When I awoke from my trance I had no recollection of how long it had been. Once a cleared the haze from my vision I saw the grimoire on the ground before me and was gifted with the clear knowledge of how to work and read its contents. But stranger still was the ghastly pale skin I saw as I reached for this unholy tome. The soft voice of my goddess stil fresh in my mind I offered myself to the dead and still continue to honor my Lady of the Dead Kiaransalee.

Miacus Ravenclaw
Elder Necromancer

*he laid down quil and bandaged the wound on his arm before rolling the skin tightly and tieing it with a silken cord. He called apon Marzan's falcon to deliver his story with all haste*