Tyvelis Darisol the Legend of the Battlefield

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Chapter 5

I guess... I guess my parents were right about a lot of things. They were
right about my attitude, and they were definitely right about my life. I was
too wild and uncoordinated in my actions. I spoke without thought, acted
without reason, and failed to succeed because I was too blind to admit when I
had made a mistake. I guess they ordered my exile in a desperate attempt to
make me realize this. They partly succeeded. As time has progressed, I've
seen friend and foe a like rise and fall and in the end only one thing has
mattered, combat. The battles I've participated in and the fights I've
provoked have become my last memories of the many people of whom I traveled
with.

I don't hold my exile against my parents anymore because whether it was meant
to be or not my exile has become the pivotal force in my life. It has
evolved into a battle of survival and a test of my skills. I fight not
because I want to win anymore but because each fight teaches me something and
besides there is still a certain thrill in it. The adrenaline coursing
through my body, the scent of blood on the air as my blade lashes out against
my opponent. It's a fluid dance of death that entices me. Hm? I guess
you're right. I haven't changed all that much. I just know why I fight now
and in the end its all that matters.

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Chapter 6

Illegal name, try another.
Name: y of magi. Mysterious powers and strange
mystical phenomena follow them everywhere they go. They always surprise you
with new tricks and conjurations. It's like being a kid again only this time
the images you are pretending to see are real. Not to mention the fact that
magical assistance can turn the tide of combat in your favor in ways that you
wouldn't have expected. Magi are free thinkers who take the concept of
brains over brawn to the next level. I respect them for it. The first magi
I ever knew was the mentor of one of my dearest friends I had growing up. He
was so wise and understanding... but that was a long time ago.

Anyways, magi are also the leading cause of problems in my life that and the
fact that I never seem to be able to think my brilliant plans all the way
through. I've made quite a few enemies due to my choice of friends most of
them come from the Village. Battle Ragers, or at least those attempting to
join them, have become the bane of my existence. They've hunted me for
associating with magi and have attacked me for assisting them. I'm told it's
because of some ancient betrayal though I am beginning to think that it's out
of spite and bloodlust for some of them. I won't deny that the best of them
are warriors who make my paltry talents seem weak by comparison, but the
battles I've had with them wil become their undoing. I just have to find a
way to use what I've learned against them.

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Chapter 7

I used to think my exile from Darsylon would be the lowest point ever in my
long life. I also used to think that my life in Galadon would be a paradise
compared to my existence at home with my demanding parents. I was wrong on
both counts. In Galadon, I still was surrounded and bound by the will of
others. Laws no less strict than the ones enforced in Darsylon were present
and people no less greedy and prideful still lived around me. I guess that's
why I eventually left the city to travel, only coming back long enough to be
instructed the by warrior guild there and even then only if I was passing
through the region.

I took to the road pretty well and found that a life of constant travel
suited me better than urban living. I slept where I could and ate what I
found whether I had to take it from the hands of wretched goblins or buy it
with some spare change at a local bakery. Eventually, my love of fighting
began to add some direction to my nomadic lifestyle. Offers to join others
in combat were always accepted as it gave me a chance to practice my art and
besides traveling companions made the journeys seem less lonely. However, I
guess you could say that the troubles in my life stem from the company I
keep.

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Chapter 8

Tyvelis isn't my real name. It isn't the name my parents gave me at birth
nor is it a name that truly defines me. My name was once Areldohn Darisol
son of a pair of wealthy nobles in the city of Darsylon. Before the
'incident' I was considered the rising star of my family, a prodigy whose
skill with knives and combat techniques were unmatched by other elves his
age. In the end, it was probably my pride that got me exiled from the city,
that combined with my love of fighting. Sometimes, I wish I had just never
picked up my blades, then again, if I hadn't, she would have never stood a
chance that day.

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Immortal Comments

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Chapter 1

I almost gave up. The edge of true defeat called out to me, and I answered
it. However, my friends would not let me go. They could not bear the
thought of losing me to my despair and so here I am pressing forward once
more attempting to revive that which I had thought long dead. With Sharwyn's
passing, I had grown despondent, withdrawn. I hadn't realized how attached I
was to her light, her smile. Emptiness echoed within me the likes of which I
had not felt since my exile. I guess I realized I was missing more than just
Sharwyn. I missed the joy, the thrill of combat where win or lose I was
still better for it at the end of the day. The heart pounding exhilaration
which flows hand in hand with the movements of blade against blade steel
against steel. It was those feelings that set me apart from others to begin
with that allowed me to live the way I wanted to live. Daeoine was right. I
can't just leave the people who care about me behind. Deylani was right win
or lose it's the fight that matters. Three dragon hunters entered this
struggle called life together. Three dragon hunters will leave it together
as well. I owe it them and myself never to give up.

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Chapter 2

You're lucky you managed to catch me in between my journeys. I was just
about to seek out another expedition into distant lands. There's nothing
more intoxicating than the trials and obstacles you find while traversing the
land. Of course, I have a moment to spare! I see. You want to know about
my parents and if I've been home yet? Well, the answer to your question is
no. I've been a little preoccupied as of late especially since I've met the
love of my life. Spending time with and being near Sharwyn is more important
to me than returning home to make peace with my parents, especially since my
love of her could merely worsen relations with my parents. Of course, part
of me also has to keep moving. I can't spend all my time by her side. I've
always enjoyed traveling underneath the stars as opposed to sitting still,
and the greatest obstacles in my life have come from such wanderings.
Standing still for too long would drive any sane elf mad, but it is good to
know that at the end of the day I have someone to come home to. It's a
dilemma to be sure and one that has slowly crept into my mind.

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Chapter 3

I've walked a lot of roads in my day and most of them have led me to troubled
times. I'm not one for getting tied down to any specific cause, but I think
I've come across something inside me, something that my mentor Tyvasheol
Remelius saw inside me. I was meant to be exiled. If I had stayed in
Darsylon, I would have been sheltered from the adversities and challenges the
world had to offer. Tyvasheol was hard on me for a reason. He was hard on
me because it was the only way to make me stronger. My true strength lays
within my weaknesses for it is only when I am brought to the edge of defeat
that I truly shine. Darsylon would have pampered me. The real world has
hardened me.

In hindsight, I realize now that my entire existence has been manipulated
from beginning to end. Tyvasheol was the one who orchestrated my exile
beginning with hiring the bandits that had waited in the woods for me to
suggesting that Laiella go into the woods to find me. He was the one that
had pushed my parents into exiling me for my behavior up until that point,
for my failure in allowing Laiella to come to harm. I should have realized
it sooner, but I was too mad at my parents. I was too bitter at the loss of
my rights and privileges as nobility. My eyes are open now, and I can see
how foolish I was back then. No longer will I deny my family name and no
longer will I fear my parents opinion of me. With every defeat, I will
become one step closer to victory. The dance of combat flows through more
than mere street fights, it spills over into the social arena as well. I
won't let my defeats in the past weigh me down.Let us start this deadly
dance anew in the fires of adversity.

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Chapter 4

I went home recently to Darsylon and needless to say it was an experience
I'll not soon forget. My day was spent mainly walking through the market
place and visiting all the sights and spots that I used to see on a daily
basis. I even visited the palace though this time I wasn't attempting to
sneak in. The guards were as friendly as I remember them and the city
streets beautiful as the day I left. I had forgotten how much the city
meant to me growing up and continues to mean to me even today.

The only thing I haven't done yet is visit my parents. I don't know if I
could face them now. I'm not sure they would understand me any better than
they did when I was young. Tyvasheol Remelius once told me that they were
disappointed because of my desire to fight. He explained to me how combat
for combat's sake was not the elven way. I remember the final words he spoke
to me the day before I left Darsylon for Galadon. He told me that I would
always be different from my parents and hopefully one day they and I would
come to accept this. I know I have... I just fear they have not. Who's
Tyvasheol Remelius? Well... thats a tale for a different day.