Marelin Fharanas the High Wizard of the Arcane

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Chapter 1

Something has happened with me though when I look back, I can not place a finger on what. Yet
when I think of some of those I have met in Thera bile rises in my throat even when I know in
my mind that they are merely misguided fools whom now blindly serve the darkness placed inside
of them by a wicked master. I try my best to stay true to my path even so, suppressing my own
feelings to be able to continue on. I have a feeling many see me as cold or bitter but they
have not seen who I am on the inside...

Marelin jotted down the words into the battered journal splayed in his lap with a steady hand,
occasionaly lifting his gaze to look out over the surrounding mountains and lose himself in the
view a few precious moments before going back to his writing. His thoughts were often haunted
by images of his dear mother whom was starting to grow nearer death with each summer that passed.
He could note the toll this was taking on his father and Marelin in secret admired the old elf
for bearing through the ordeal with a lifted head, determination and no small amount of love for
the human he had taken as his wife.

...I wonder what will happen when she's gone. The world shall be a lovable woman less, but to
myself and father she will live forever within us, a guide whenever we start drifting astray in
life...

Marelin looked back at all he had written this time, seemingly without thinking and it brought a
smile to his lips as he read through it again. As it was, this book contained much of what had
circulated through Marelin's mind through the years but he had realised that no one would ever get
to see it or even know of it for it's contents could be used to destroy him with ease. He reached
the end of his last entry and carefully added one more line.

...And know my mother and beloved father, that I love you with my whole heart for you are the Light
in this grim world I seek to make a better place for all.

Seeming satisfied, the half-blood replaced the book into a large pouch and uttered a word and the
pouch shrank to almost nothing and Marelin hid it away once more. He stretched, then gripped his staff
and headed back down the stairs from his seat, to do battle with whatever he had.

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Chapter 2

My studies progress well, though there has been some big obstacles to climb, both within
myself and others. By merely touching the subject of my blood and the scorn of it from the
peoples I hail from, Captain Celebrimbor's hackles rose when I merely stated the truth. The
truth being that there is disdain shown for me and what I am. At least he sees my point and
did not pursue it further, but to me it is merely evidence for that the... disliking still
is there, however deeply it may be buried.
But what do I feel myself? Is it loathing towards them because they do not respect me? Or is
it a craving to just be accepted that is making the rage well in me? I've pondered many times
on this over the years and I must admit it, I have been raging with the fire of anger until
I weep in my solitude. Yet, I can not direct this anger at those whom might deserve it for it
would just serve to push me even farther from them. No... I have learned, somewhat, to instead
channel it into my work, into my weaves and it is with bitter joy I see myself enhanced by it.
I do not wish to feel this anger in me, but what choice do I have? I was not the one who
planted it's seeds and even if I wished to snuff it out, I can not, for to do so would be to
kill a part of myself.
The fire will rage... but with a chilling touch as I weave it into my work, as a servant to the
Light, the first thing to accept me and what I do without showing any prejudice.

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Chapter 3

Never have I seen a world in greater need of aid than Thera. Granted, this is the only
world I know but like an infested body it is in thorough need of cleansing. The people
of the Fortress have taken a step in the right direction and work hard to purge the
disease from our world. I hope that I will one day prove my worth to them but in the
meantime there is little I can do but struggle at their sides and aid them in whatever
endeavor we face. For the first time in my life I have a feeling I'm appreciated and
trusted, not just scorned and quickly passed by those around me. I knew that my blood
would cause this but at least I am not alone in this. There are others whom feel the same
and I applaud them for pushing on, perhaps our mixed blood shall be shown the same respect
that the high elves and humans give each other. It'll be a long road but standing still
won't get us nowhere so we might as well start walking.

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Chapter 4

Studies takes one to strange and weird places if one is prepared to follow where they
lead. Sadly, even after these years on the road I can see that so much potential is
blatantly wasted only due to peoples hesitation to embrace the new and instead they
cling to their old ways, hoping those will be their salvation.
Yet, I can not feel I have the right to judge them, it is by their own choice that
they remain faithful to their hearths. I merely hope I will never be content with such,
it'd feel like a betrayal against what I believe is necessary for me to find my true
place in this world. There are those out there whom seem to think like me... we shall
see if it is truly so.

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Chapter 5

It is disturbing, some of the things you hear out there in the world. Svirfneblin
who blatantly refuse to believe that the darkness is not to be taken lightly,
healing priests taking joy in bloodshed and not the least, drow elves who assume
that you will take up traveling with them because they said so. Hrmpf, shall they
ever see the true ways of life? It's nothing but a struggle against the odds that
can only be overcome with a clear mind and by focusing on the task at hand.
All is not despair, I see promise in some people walking these lands and this will
never fail to bring a smile to my lips. A promise is the start of many grand things
and one day... the promises will be fulfilled.

Marelin whom was born by his human mother, Sarala, had always had a fascination for
the arcane energies. Perhaps this could be attributed to seeing his father, the
elven invoker Thaliranaseran, working day in and day out to master the elements.
Instead of taking up these studies though, he devoted himself to manipulating his
own body to see what had become of him, being the half-breed that he was. He has
always been very aware of his mixed blood and the position it gives him in the world,
but through determination, even he would be able to succeed.

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