>>5776739[Not QUITE, but I was keeping an aggregate tally of both given the VERY split nature of the vote, so you and I did arrive at the same composite solution...]
>>5776727>>5776723Well, for one thing, you’re an elf… or at least, you’re half of one. Half a human, too! More importantly than either, though, you are a MAGE. In your youth, you were trained among the elven mystics of the Iternagreyn Mage’s Tower—really more of a modest spire among a grove of immodestly-towering evergreen trees, though perhaps you are simply remembering them larger than they were, in the manner children are wont to do. One thing that WAS towering, undeniably so, was the history of the place! Hawksong may tout itself as ‘shining city on the hill’, the pinnacle of human(oid) civilization, but the Living library of the elven capital DWARFS (not offence meant to the Stout Folk) anything at humanity’s disposal.
The problem was that, before long, you began to dwarf you fellow initiates.
The longer you lived and studied among your fullblooded fellows, the more your human ancestry began to make itself known. You hit puberty half a decade earlier than the others and sprouted up like a beanpole relative to their fine frames. Even as you outpaced them in some fields of magic, you fell rapidly behind them in mastery of natural magics such animal friendship and plant-shaping , and in the Subtle Arts of the fey—music, dance, illusion, and other fine things which come naturally to the ‘true’ Children of the Fair Folk.
And so you chose—‘chose’—to make your way to Hawksong.
The elves of your homeland were not cruel, of course: they gave you gold, such as men and the other races covet, to buy your way safely to the de facto capitol of the northwestern world, and to cover your ‘tuition’ (what a concept!) and living expenses (you need to BUY food here! imagine!). And here, among children technically half a decade your junior (but at roughly the same height and stage of intellectual and physical, ahem, development) you found your niche: the big fish in the small pond, the world traveller, the most popular and attractive student of your peer-group…
Until you met Izirina Henzler.
