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~ Coren Al' Thanar ~
Character Information:
Name: Coren Al’ Thanar
Nickname: N/A
Age: 21
Race: Halfling- ½ High Elfin & ½ Human
Height: 5’8"
Hair Color: Light Blonde
Eye Color: Green
Occupation: Warlock
Birthplace: Kvandru
Born in the most northern regions of Kvandru, where one of the most glorious cities of the high elves dwelled, Coren was truly privileged. His father, being a member of the ruling council of high elves did not hurt either. Coren was the product of his father Lord Al’ Thenar 9th in line to the royal throne of the elves. His mother Allessendra, a princess from one of the human kingdoms of Kvandru was rumored to be one of the most beautiful women to ever grace the human population; a complement that of course came from the ever pompous elves. But for the elves to compliment the beauty of a human was no small feat as everyone knew.
The vain and powerful elves were well known to be very self-centered, believing themselves to be the race most beloved by the gods. Thus it was truly rare indeed, that an interracial marriage such as this was not looked down upon. But the elves like all others that beheld Allessendra succumbed to her natural inner and outer beauty. But it wasn’t until Coren was born three years into their marriage that the elfin race fully embraced the union. For Coren was so beautiful; a perfect blend of the elfin and human features, that they realized the gods must truly smile on this union. Thus it was that at the blessing of their first born when he was one month old, it was announced that Allessendra would be offered to drink from the cup of life. The cup of life granted whoever drank from it the same long life and near eternal beauty that the elves enjoyed naturally. The irony that the one race that had no need of such an item should be its guardian was not lost on the other races. The holy temple, which contained the cup was located in the clouds themselves and was not visible by mortal eye. Only the high priest and priestess of the elves could guide someone to its doors. The true danger was that if a person were not meant to drink from the holy chalice, then the water within would grant death instead of life. Everyone knew that Allessendra was too pure of heart not to be meant to drink and thus the cup was offered her. Only at the insistence of her husband who loved her more than his own life and did not want to have to eventually live without her, did Allessendra accept the offer. Thus she drank of the cup and lived. In fact long life and eternal beauty were not the only gifts given to Allessendra by the holy chalice. For soon after she began having prophetic dreams and visions, and could see a lie or truth all the time within a person’s face or written words. Soon after she was declared by the high priestess to be her future successor.
Thus Coren did not suffer any stigma of being a halfling like many others did. The elves loved their little child of light as he was called. Coren inherited not only his parent’s combined beauty; his mother’s gentle yet iron-willed spirit, but also his father’s political brilliance and athletic prowess. As he grew so did his talents. He succeeded at everything he tried, and was usually the best. He loved to spend time with his mother and his father singly and together. In fact he insisted from the time he was a small child that at least one day each week the whole family would spend time together. He loved his two younger sisters, for no other sons were born to the couple. He liked spending time in the gardens with his mother, tending the flowers and talking to the animals. He became an expert at Allessendra’s favorite sport of Archery. He also loved spending time with his father on the hunt, in swords play, and in political meetings and debates. He was deceptively good with the sword, and an excellent fighter in hand to hand combat; having mastered the deadly yet subtle techniques of the Shyto at an early age. He made his parents proud in all ways.
Thus it came as a shock to them when a gatherer was sent from the brotherhood to claim him for training. But the one who was not surprised was Coren himself. For he had been straining for the past five years since the age of nine, to hide and suppress the power growing stronger within. "He has one of the greatest potentials for magic ability seen in over ten thousand years. Only a small handful with potentials as strong as his are born each millennia. For him, it is not a question as to whether he should learn to control his powers, but a must. If he does not learn properly he will become a danger not just to himself but others too." This, the gatherers told his parents, for two had come for him, instead of the usual one.
Although his parents were proud to see their son become a chosen, they were never the less somewhat saddened. For they knew that it would be many years before they saw their sweet boy child again. For the first time in her now brief life, Allessendra was grateful for the gift of extended life and youth given to her. She could not imagine having a normal human life span and giving up her precious son for so many years, but now it would be a mere drop in the bucket of her long life that she would have to say goodbye to her beloved child. Coren’s father also had mixed feelings of pride and sadness. Unlike most elf fathers, he was extremely close to his son. They shared a bond that was often reserved for child and mother. Thus with his voice filled with pride but quavering slightly he bid his son farewell for a time. "Make us proud as I know you will my beloved child" he said as he hugged Coren fiercely. "I will try my best father, as I always do to bring pride to the name Al’ Thenar." Before he left, his mother went into a familiar prophetic trance in which she said "Worry not child, your destiny awaits you. You shall become great, but beware, you will meet your soul-mate there. Yet at first you will not know HIM. Disaster awaits you both if you do not recognize him in time. And in your disaster ends the hope of this world. Know him PRECIOUS CHILD OF LIGHT; tame him, and together you shall soar on the winds."
Coren looked closely at his parents, as they had never discussed his sexuality before. Being the first-born son and only male heir of such a prominent family made this a very touchy subject for Coren. But here out of the mouth of his mother, via prophesy he had been undeniably outed. He knew that children of his status were allowed consorts in addition to their spouses, but he had never seen his father with a consort; only his mother as his wife. "It’s okay son, your mother and I have always known that you were attracted to other males. In fact we were wondering when you would tell us, and why you have never experimented with any of the male servants, slaves or other male nobles. It isn’t as if you haven’t had a large passel of choices. You have to realize that since you were ten you have been driving most of the male servants and a good number of the sons of the nobles crazy with desire. They have kept coming to me wondering if you were not interested in experimentation. To be honest we were almost afraid that you had no drive at all. Now that would have been disastrous. Certainly you are aware that although you are expected to produce an heir, you are allowed to have a consort of either male or female persuasion. And you do realize that with your acceptance into the brotherhood you will not be required to marry the mother of your heirs to make them legitimate."
Coren looked at those gathered around him as they all smiled at him and nodded their assent at his father’s words. "Really, your not kidding are you?" Coren said, overjoyed at the news. "But dad, then who is your….." "Yes Coren I do have a consort. Your mother and I and my consort have always felt that it was in your best interest not to let you know the relationship between us." His father paused for effect, then smiled, "Coren, there is a good reason why your uncle Uthrad, your mother’s half-brother is not only the captain of the Personal Guard of the house Al’ Thenar, but was also given of the Holy Chalice to drink shortly after your mother."
"NO WAY! You mean my favorite uncle the guy who taught me all about fighting has been your consort all these years? I can’t believe you didn’t tell me."
"Don’t be upset darling", said his mother, "we were just trying to protect you. We didn’t know how you would take another intimate adult in our relationship."
"No it’s great, I mean I think I would have had some trouble with anyone else, but uncle Uthrad; that is just too awesome."
"Well if he was here, and not on house business at the Elf Capitol with the royal house, he would be overjoyed to see your reaction. He does love you so very much. In fact we probably would have told you two years ago but he begged us not to; afraid of earning your enmity and loosing your love."
"Tell him I love him when he comes back, and that I could never, not love him. And that I will make him proud too."
"Will do son", said his father. "We love you, be careful." Once more hugs and kisses were exchanged and Coren set off with the gatherers for the halls of training.
Upon reaching the halls of sorcery he began his training in earnest. Like all other things before, he excelled in all areas that he was challenged with. Manipulation of the elements came with ease. He quickly grasped the complex magic of the sigils of possibility. A rare form of magic that allowed its user to use complex symbols, songs, or dance as a way of weaving an unlikely possibility into the wave of reality, making that possibility real. He was adept at the healing arts, especially as his mother had taught him much of the healing herbs, plants and concoction of potions. Early on in his training he was able to do what only one other student at the time had been able to do; successfully wielding seven of the nine rods of dominion. Only the Lorian D’Atravisk had been able to do this prior to Coren and the other.
The other was also a student at the hall of sorcery. His name was Dralen R’ Daluthian. Coren was at first plagued by Dralen, who took great pleasure in making his life hell after he first arrived at the Great Hall. Coren did not know what he had ever done to the young senior novice. For Dralen was two years ahead of Coren, when Coren first arrived. Dralen would soon become a journeyman, while Coren was a first year novice. Worst of all for Coren was his intense attraction to Dralen. All it took was one look and Coren’s feet felt like butter, his heart raced and he became aroused to the point of pain.
All of his erotic fantasies involved Dralen, no matter how hard he tried to exclude him from his mind. Even his dreams were of Dralen; both erotic and non erotic. Dralen was plain and simply driving him crazy. Topped off with Dralen’s utter cruelty to Coren, he did not know how he advanced so well in his training. As a result of his torment he forgot all about his mother’s parting prophecy. And nothing was mentioned of it with his correspondence to his Mother, Father, and Uncle.
Then one day while he was bathing in the cold of the river early in the morning in order to cool himself from the heat of the intense erotic dream he had about Dralen the night before, Coren felt something push him from behind as he fell forward in the water, just missing the rocks. Turning he saw Dralen standing a few feet away in the water, as naked as he; his muscular, warrior-like body, glistening with beads of water, as he glared at him cruelly.
Something in Coren snapped as he automatically wove flows of air directing them at Dralen and knocking him over. Always before he had remained passive, not wanting to further upset the now journey man status student. Dralen stood up with anger draining from him in palpable waves as the two of them advanced on each other to exchange physical blows. The two began wrestling in earnest, their wet bodies sliding against each other. Before they knew it they were on the grassy banks of the river fighting in earnest. Back at the hall the elders were aware of what was going on, but before the teachers could go out to stop this, as fighting among students was expressly forbidden unless in a teaching fashion; they were prevented by the elders.
"Do not interfere, this must play out to its end or all will surely be lost". Although not understanding the cryptic words of the elders, the teachers obeyed and watched through the power of their minds the outcome of the battle between the two most promising students in over ten millennia. But as they fought something changed or was unleashed. Something that neither Coren nor Dralen could no longer deny exploded from their anger. Powerful, uncontrollable lust erupted forth from the two as one moment they were struggling to part and the next they were rolling, kissing, and moaning savagely as their limbs entwined tighter and tighter.
Dralen on top savagely pushed Coren’s legs apart as he mounted him. Their coupling was savage and explosive, both drawing blood from the other in their ultimate need to be joined. That was when Coren saw it. From behind Dralen unfurled the most beautiful wings that he had ever seen. They were tremendously large spanning at least ten feet to each side. They were multi-hued in colors of deepest and lightest Lavender, traces of burgundy, and sky or powder blue. They appeared to be made of delicate gossamer reflecting the true beauty of the early dawn and the setting sun at the same time. Seeing the wings only served to fuel Coren’s passion further. In his passion and pleasure fogged brain Coren saw a golden cord running from Dralen’s chest to his own, irrevocably bonding them together. Suddenly he knew that this was the soul mate that his mother had prophesied of prior to his leaving home.
"Blessed god’s", he thought, "this heavenly creature belongs to me." Dralen looking down at Coren saw the beautiful boy he had wanted from the moment he stepped into the Hall. Looking down at Coren, he knew that Coren belonged to him, and he would kill, maim, and destroy anything that tried to take his mate away from him. For the first time in his life he didn’t care that his wings had unfurled without his express bidding. For even if Coren tried to run from him now; it was too late. He would never let him go now; NEVER!!!!
"Tell me that you are mine; that you belong to me" he said savagely as he mated with Coren.
"Yes I am yours, as you are mine", Coren said breathlessly as they continued their dance of love and savage lust for the first of many times that day.
Thus they became the near inseparable couple that they are today. When one is away from the other for more than seven days neither could concentrate. Thus both their journeyman stage and apprentice stage had to be handled with great care. At this point in time Coren is a Warlock; one of the youngest ever. He is now studying at the Central Hall of Sorcery with Lorian D’ Atravisk. Dralen is also studying at the same Hall, having reached the level of warlock, also one of the youngest elves ever to achieve this status, especially as he was almost ready for his ascension to full sorcerer. His mentor took them both on as a package deal, recognizing their special circumstances and importance.