Resbrinn Come Forth

      How difficult it is for a soul to settle down and begin to relay their tale, their many adventures that have made them become what they are this day. Even as a gargoyle, I have found that my stories have crossed paths with the stories that many of you find yourselves telling. I suppose, as everyone does, that I should start from the very beginning. But before I do…. remember, do not judge a person by just their past. Those with a past filled with light can just as easily perform your downfall as those with a past filled with darkness or something in between. A person must be judged by their current acts, not by their previous misdeeds or heroic stunts.

     To begin, I was born as Calistana Nightfoxx, a race of gargoyles known as "resbrinns", in the land of Surmissk. My father, Tentat Nightfoxx and my mother, Casm Nightfoxx, were the current rulers of Surmissk. My birth predicted a prophecy in which all members of the kingdom found themselves celebrating, for I was born of two colors: my body was pale emerald, while my wings were violet. Surmissk celebrated my emerald color because that is the color worn by a ruler. The color of my wings, while different from my body color, predicted the prophecy, as only a resbrinn of two colors could reunite the two realms of the rebrinns and the dark elves.

     And so, as my mother instructed, when I was old enough I was brought to the School of Sorcery and History by Desmidia, my caretaker and dearest of all friends even to this day. It was there that I learned my studies, some magic and healing, and also where I learned of the prophecy. I discovered that not only was I preparing to rule a kingdom, but in addition I was preparing to bring back the magic that once was in the realm of Surmissk. Once, dark elves and resbrinns lived side by side in that old realm, and through me it was to be so once again.

     I shall not go into detail of the history of my homeland, for it is another story altogether. It is important to note, however, that since I was a terrible student (and those who know me now do understand my issues with attention, don't you?), and was quite fond of wandering off. While One day while Desmidia was occupied writing her beloved a letter, I disappeared within some of the caves that lined the outer reaches of the school. I become desperately lost for weeks, for how would an open land flying loving resbrinn fare in the depths of dark caves? I found myself within an elven city. I had an easy time passing through the magical barrier that had been placed between the two realms. I encountered strange elves, with dark magic, silvery hair and brown skin. I knew that these were the creatures I was born to unite with my homeland.

     The dark elves all seemed pleasant enough, even excited to see me for the first time fumbling into their lair with a pack of strange lizard creatures hot on my tail, literary. (I still have the scar). I was welcome and dined and dressed. I had learned their language, well, actually - I had learned some of it while at the School, and could converse minimally. I told one of the elves about the prophecy, and he too agreed that he had heard of such a prophecy, he agreed to return back to the surface world with me and then act as a message boy between the two realms. His name was Najeer.

     Najeer and I, during our time within his city of Cartoarn'zsk, despite our young age, found ourselves within a brief interlude of love. (You all know what I'm talking about here). By the time we both returned to the School of Sorcery and History, (where we planned to go straight to my home kingdom so Najeer could converse with the rulers, and bring the information back to his own realm), I was well on with child. The entire School was shocked, their little prophet girl had returned with an elf from the underworld, and she was expecting a child!. Another good omen? We thought it would be.

     When I had my daughter, Nithorma, who, although beautiful and very loving in the beginning, allowed dark times to edge its shadow over all of us. We found that Nithorma was the one who was to bring forth the prophecy of uniting the two realms, although it was not to occur as the sages had written it within their trusty little books. I discovered that I was simply a path to be taken so that something greater could be attained. I was a path to evil. Nithorma's birth was a painful one, with Desmidia holding my hand and frantically shouting out orders to healers who had to continue with spells to keep my young body alive. Najeer, who really was a kind hearted dark elf, stayed by my side despite the evil that Nithorma racked through the lands. And when her magic finally brought the kingdom of Surmissk to and end by uniting the realm of Surmissk to the realm of Cartoarn'szk, by sacrificing the lives of my parents and countless other resbrinns, I fled with Najeer and Desmidia.

     It would seem that I was a very unlucky little Resbrinn. For during the journey my small group and I made to another realm, another plane, I lost both my love and my friend during a shifter storm (a "shifter storm" is a storm that occurs on the paths that exist between the realms - if you find yourself caught up in one you can be swept off anywhere, to any realm). To increase the severity of my situation in an attempt to deal with the stressful events that had transpired I lost my memory. When I finally emerged out from the horrid storm, it was in a realm with an especially strange name of "WoW". WoW was the strangest and yet the most wonderful realm I ever did call home.

     If I had it my way, I would write my entire tale based on my adventures in WoW. The two elders Lady Natasha Nightshade and her fiancée the Count DarkLord, and others such as Dark Wanderer, Lady Rora, Pucc, Raven Gold, Valdara, and so many others were creatures that made me feel at home, at peace. Unlike my strict teachings and prophecy lead life in Surmissk, within the realm of WoW I was free to be exactly as I wanted, which was a hyperactive little trickster that loved to be the center of attention. I devised new memories for myself as well, as amnesia suffers often do in the attempt to find some meaning within the holes of their past life. I quickly found myself great friends with the Elders of the realm, especially the Lady NightShade, a vampire who's castle was set within the center of the realm. When I was nearly blasted to pieces of a cyborg (I had never seen such crazy things before!) named Sentry Agent MK, Nightshade's castle proved refuge to me until I could talk some sense into the mechanical nightmare. Sentry and I later become great friends until he was lost in the destruction of that wonderful realm.

     I can safely assure you, and I doubt that I need to, as I'm certain that you will agree that it doesn't matter how many friends you have, or how many people you help. Always will their exist a creature that hates you to the very depths of their soul, and shall attempt to destroy you. There was such a creature that hated every inch of me, and he was the ever ominous Xenic Arc, an insane dream mage. This ridiculous but very powerful villain attempted to kill me every chance he got. One of our battles left a nasty scar upon my left wing, which is still exists there to this day. NightShade, Padan, and later, Elshar, were dear allies which helped me in my plight against the evil mage, and finally, one quiet evening, Xenic Arc's evil was suddenly extinguished by forces unknown to me. Perhaps I had some friends in high places I didn't know about. However, I doubt I will ever find out that story.

     All great things often come to and end, and when the gods of that wonderful realm of WoW were forced into submission by opposing gods from another realm, my friends and I were left to fend for ourselves, and to find other realms to live within before this one finally crumbled into nothingness. And so, Nightshade, Rora, Padan and I found our way into Rhydin. Here I was frightened, for as long as I could remember I had only existed within the realm of WoW, and this new land was full of cruel and strong creatures, those which I knew I didn't have the power to stand up against. However, I was a brave little lass. I was one of the very first from WoW to set foot into this strange new land, and I did it alone. That first night I found my way to the Red Dragon Inn, where my life seemed to begin anew...and slowly, I began to remember what it was I had been once, a long time ago. Small cues presented themselves to me in the guise of a dark elf, Elshar of the Imperial House of Demonslayer (or, as I was more fond of saying, Elshar of the Imperial House of Knucklehead), who I crossed paths with that very first night I spent at the Red Dragon. I was such the naive creature back then, and I don't claim to have remedied that problem quite yet either, but back then it was such a horrid extent to what it is today. Despite how dangerous the consequences were, Elshar and I were engaged, and I remained within the safety of our relationship for many years, fueled constantly by my naiveté and denial of his evil.

     I lost many friends when I entered into the realm of Rhydin. Lady NightShade eventually died, my everlasting friend for many years, during a long fight against an enemy Padan, after his last fight with me against Xenic, disappeared to lands unknown and never returned. However, Desmidia found me and, although we didn't remember each other at the time, our friendship began anew. And new friends were introduced to me, such as when one evening I found myself perched upon a stone window sill of my ex-fiancée's palace, staring eye to eye with a woman who went by the name of Kia Keldasa. Within her I found a dear friend. And when I was invited to join the Tower of High Sorcery, I began to find some form of meaning in my life. As, once before, hadn't I been taught within a setting like the Tower's, and hadn't I once loved a dark elf just like Elshar?

     Only tinglings of my memory made their way to the surface. However, once I found myself face to face with my daughter, Nithorma three years ago, after she had found her way to the neighboring realm of Mola and into a dangerous guild, did I finally remember who I truly was. The lovely gargoyle that looked everything as a dark elf save for her wings and talons spared no time in jarring my memory. When my memory finally broke through the dam that I had built around it and flooded my very soul, I couldn't believe that I was not who I thought I was. I was devastated, for I had once thought that I had only been gargoyle named "Nite", who received her name Nightfoxx since she was such a clever little girl who always snuck out at night and no one could find her. I was horrified to realize I had been a resbrinn that had unwittingly brought on the end of the realm of Surmissk! With my memory intact, I fled from Nithorma for days, tormented by my past.... but then reemerged and agreed to help her in her guild work. She was my daughter, and perhaps by working by her side, I could bring her back to the light, and we could forget the past.

     I regret to say that this was only folly on my part, for Nithorma had no desire to be turned. Although she did wish to be near her mother for reasons I am about to reveal. She was with child, and she wished for my help, as, since she was a half breed, she did not know what to expect with her pregnancy. I spent all my time within Nithorma's home, performing small jobs and intelligence work, and keeping my eye upon her slow progress into pregnancy. One day Nithorma told me that she had received information upon the location of her father, Najeer, and we both went off on a search to find him. He had settled within a small dark elf community, a rather wretched one, if you ask me, truly drowish in nature, but it was also within the depths of Mola! You can only imagine the ecstasy I felt upon finding him! We had both aged, myself more than he, but it didn't matter. I was back to where I had left off those many years ago, except Nithorma didn't seem bent on destroying the realm. However, when little Cartoarn (named after Najeer's homeland) was born, Nithorma went berserk. She attempted to sacrifice Cartoarn and Najeer to some dark elven goddess that I had never head of. She succeeded with Najeer, but somehow I managed to steal Cartoarn away. And we both escaped back to Rhydin…back to the land that I had never fully accepted as my home…

     And there you have it. From a small little child born to rule and to bring forth a prophecy of uniting two separate realms, to the mischievous and prankster racking gargoyle that I have been known for in Rhydin, I have crossed many paths and many obstacles to be where I am today. Forever I shall be known as "Nite", while my true name, Calistana Nightfoxx, exists merely as a formality of my past that is only to be remembered for the sake of remembering, nothing more. Cartoarn, the small little gargoyle like child that I have named as my own, shall be brought up beside me, while I ensure that he does not end up as his mother did. For in my experience with my daughter, I know I have faltered and so failed, however, I will not allow the same misdeeds to transpire within little Cartoarn, for hasn't he been born of two colors, as am I? His coloring is the exact opposite of my own. His body is brown, while his wings are emerald green, and his hair stark white, like the dark elves within his heritage. I will be sure that he grows up to know the light, distantly caressed by its warm embrace.

     It is here that I am able to halt my tale. A long one it is, darkened with many events that were beyond my control. Despite the darkness that I admit lies within my past, therein lies much light. For the love that I feel for my grandson, and for what I strive for in my very being, I strive for an existence much different from what my past had always brought upon me. With the gentle company I find within the Dozing Dragon Inn, which long time friends such as Kia Keldasa, and new ones, such as Grace, Jean and Job, I have found another place to call my home. And here, I know that as a gargoyle I can stand safely in the midst of the night while awaiting dawns glow to find me, still safe, and still a creature dedicated to the light, for that is the way of my kind, and that is the path that I have chosen.

- Nite