An excerpt from the Past:: Lemar Ocello

Lemar's words were only learned later, although he pledged himself sooner then one might realize.  His story, in his words, is below.

I am Lemar Ocello, born of the Sister and Brotherhood of Shilen. A dark elf whose skin stands out in the sunlight, but is at home in the pale moonlight.  My dark eyes look almost as if I am looking deep inside you. And who's to say that I am not from time to time.

I was one of the few chosen out of the many to represent Shilen in the battlefield. As a warrior of Shilen, I was taught a hybrid of both magic and physical combat, both melee and ranged. Trained to be the very best warrior possible. I excelled above all the other students at my academy and rose quickly. I waged war against the different races of my world, Light Elves, Orcs, Dwarves, and Humans, it made no difference. All that matter was the glory of Shilen. I have taken on more quests than I know, been in more battles than I could ever remember and have both laid siege to and defended more castles than most know exist.

I traveled across the lands, from Gludin to Rune. Searching for worthy opponents, and laying ruin to any village I wanted. I was Lemar Ocello, champion oh the Shilen army. It was my right to do so. Wasn't it? Who was going to both tell me if wasn't, and then stop me from doing so?

As I continued on my path of what I thought was honor, I finally came upon a village that would change my life. In this village I found no worthy opponents. I found nothing. This is because a troop of Shilien Knights had already come through this now desolate town. And laid waste to everything. This was a different view point for me. As I have never stayed to witness the aftermath. What I saw revolted me.

So with little to no warning, I returned to Shilen Temple, and told them I would no longer take part in their wars. The backlash was worse than to be expected. For see, this was the worst offense a warrior such as I could do. I was exiled on the spot. Stripped of my armor. Stripped of my weapons. Stripped of all the possessions that were dear to me. And sent out on my own.

Once on my own, I did not just leave the land of Shilen. I used what little strength I had left to muster a spell, a spell that would take me to a completely different world, unknown to anyone from Shilen. Once there, I took the shape of a human, trying my best to fit in. I would then travel for years. Looking for my niche. Sadly, all of these places paled in comparison to the nation of Shilen. I slowly began to regret my decision, suddenly found myself wondering if I would never find the comfort level that I had in my glory days under Shilen. That is until I met new family.

During my travels I met some amazing people. Amazing people who decided to make their own family. Amazing people who did me the honor of offering me a spot among their ranks. Now I have been embraced by a "Beautiful Death". Deciding to take on "The Curse" and walk the line of darkness with them. In doing so, I have pledged my loyalty to King Alonzo, and in doing so, have promised to stop at nothing to protect the family name. I have since grown truly comfortable with my new family, opting to abandon my human form in favor of my true form.

I have found the niche I spent what seems like an eternity looking for. A niche that does not require me to lay waste to any beings, living or undead. A niche that has seen me for who I truly as, and have embraced me fully. A niche I will never leave

I am Lemar Ocello. Dark Elf. Warrior. Tyrant. Vampire. Friend. Lover. But, above all else, a Survivor.

The best is yet to come.


And his Poem:

Purgatory


Darkness. .. .

Where am I?
I go to speak the words, yet no sound comes out . . .
I was warm just a minute ago. . .
Why is it so cold?
Where is the comfort I once had?

There are others here. ..
Hundreds, maybe thousands.
They all seem to be heading to the same place. .
Should I follow?

That place is odd. . .
Scary yet comforting. . .
I do not wish to go there. . .
Yet it seems like I should.

The others mumble things.
Speak of eternity. . .
Speak of the end.
Is this where I am heading?

I am getting closer. . .
How long has it been?
Seems like days. . .
But has it even been hours?

The void, its closer still. . .
It’s not as dark there. . .
It’s welcoming me. . .
I guess it’s where I belong.

Wait. . .Something. . .
Something is going on behind me. ..
There is light!
It’s growing brighter. ..

I turn to look,
A scene is unfolding before my eyes,
Two familiar forms take shape,
One of them . .  Is that me?

The other form,
He beckons me. . .
Asks me to come closer. . .
I feel myself being drawn in.

I watch as he leans close to my former self,
His fangs pierce,
My former eyes close. . 
And I feel something happening. .

He begins to draw on what used to be my essence. . .
I feel myself floating up!
Closer and closer I get. . .

I travel from the darkness. . .
I find pure light. . .
It’s warm. . . Comfortable
Its home. . .

This wonderful being has chosen to save me. . .
Save me from the void. ..
The abyss. . .
He delivered me from purgatory.

He has my Loyalty.
My Gratitude.
My Trust.
My Love.