I am Alzhalim, a name meaning Golden Sand. I am called the emissary due to my wisdom lent to greater men and women.
I stand 6 ft tall and have a tan skin and regular build. My hair is braided and black and have a thick goatee.
I see myself as one who follows Magic-users, Thieves and druids due to their innert wisdoms and knowledges.
I want to gain reknown by making myself known in these lands by meeting as many people as I can.
Talk to them and leaving an imprint on them as soon as possible.
In order to become the next Ruler of Kings, I will need to be sociable, yet careful.
I've heard dark forces inhabit these lands and more than anything can happen.
Thus I will now start my journey toward a better life.
Advisor Description
When wandering into town for the first time I was quick to find the tavern for a drink and latest gossip in town.
There stood the tavern's wench asking if I needed a drink.
A quick chat with her revealed that she knew potential when she saw it, thus our correspondance began.
She knew people who knew people, but mostly she knew people best when they've drank enough.
I saw an opportunity in this Serena figure.
Let's see what fruits we may bear for eachother.
Most beautiful lady of Alzhalim
The most beautiful lady I ever saw, was in the forest one day.
I was hunting with a small party and had just set up camp, I was assigned to getting water from a nearby pond.
Arriving at the pond, dusk was setting in and I could swear that on the other side of the pond, in the brush I saw a female form.
I invited whatever was there to come out and share some water with me, which she did.
A lady, probably elven of race, joined me by the water's edge.
Her hair was as silvered gold and her skin as bright as the sun on high noon, I was enthralled.
Though not talkative, she replied with glances of the eyes, sipping on the cup of water I had procured for her.
I wanted to invite her back to camp, but I knew that the other lads would be all over her.
I asked her if she lived in the forest, to which she replied with the most silken voice: "I doth not just liveth here, I am bound to this forest."
Mildly confused, I thought little of it and spent the rest of the dusk with her when at some point she stood up, thanked me and walked away.
I still have dreams of her, would I ever meet her again?
Reflections On Your Mother
My mother was a kind woman, she never bore an inch of harm in her to anyone.
Though I wish she sometimes would've.
She had always told me that the road to salvation was that of understanding and kindness.
But what understanding and kindness gave her an easy life? None.
She had no easy life, maybe because she let people walk all over her, to my detriment.
I loved her, yet she passed a poor woman, I've set out to carry on her name and will.