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And so it comes that I, Daermon Naerbondylin Baernith, once son of the Baron of the lands of Soleil have come to write a memoir, or an account of some of the more important bits of my life. My name is Daermon Nae'Baer. These days, I seem to fit the tall, dark and handsome bit, though I would be more modest if I was to describe myself. I'm not really dark, unless you count my hair. Everything else is pale. Pale complexion, not waxy, but fine. Pale blue eyes that shift between the purest blue of a glacier to the darkest of black ice. My hair is something of a short mess, always giving me a look like I have rolled out of bed, yet, oddly good. I sport a bit more than a five o'clock shadow of a beard, giving me something of a rugged look. I do however have an incredibly fit body, one that will be scarred as it is and cut until the day I die my final death.

You see, I am a vampire, an elder, going on over three hundred years.

The story is long, too long for here, so I will only touch briefly on it.

I was born during a turbulent time in my father's lands. I wouldn't learn it until after my tenth birthday, but there was a bit of...civil unrest. Threatened, concerned for his lands and family, he made a deal with a group of assassins. I was to be given to them in ten years time. I was to be trained in court manners and weapons, fighting, all manner of things on my way towards ten. I never knew that it wasn't normal.

Taken at a young age to a school for the order of assassins was perhaps the most exciting and terrifying moment of my young life.

That place proved to be my undoing, and my creation, my true birth.

I will skip most of what happened for sake of propriety. Needless to say, I learned much about inflicting and being inflicted with pain.

I was turned there, made into a vampire. It nearly broke me. But alas, survival was hard drilled into me. The assassins burned for what they did, though not by my own hands. That brings me to my first great love. Celeste. She was my mentor, lover, freedom and eventual wife. She was an assassin as well, and we lived well until the end of her days. She wouldn't let me turn her. She loved me, loved me so much, yet, she didn't want to be any more than human, and thus, I lost her due to the most human thing of all. Time. Time is the great equalizer, the thing that brings all to balance. It heals all wounds and yet, also festers new ones.

I can't write this and not talk about my oldest friend. She came to my defense and aid when I was a boy, protecting me from some wolves. She needed my help too though, as she couldn't exist on our plane without a host. She was dying. So I bonded to a being from the plane of shadows. Illyane she has come to call herself. She is a being that is fluid, able to be man or woman, and she has decided lately to be a woman as opposed to a man as I had known her for so long. Often, she is that of a black crow. Sometimes a shadow. Other times she is a voluptuous dark elf. The kind of hourglass shape that is very rare in reality, but hey, she's magic, she can look and feel how she wants. We are bonded, a symbiosis, a friendship that has spanned centuries. I have access to her abilities, to the plane of shadows. She has free reign to explore our world and benefits from my vampirism, strength, speed. And all my knowledge of combat. She's a beast, though looks a beauty.

Much like I do I suppose, if you believe things others say about me.

I can't talk about Illyane without mentioning one of my greatest regrets. Khitti. A woman I met who, like me, was bonded to a being from the plane of shadows. Hers was different though. I thought I could help her by turning her, and it did, for a time...but the curse was still fully upon me then. We argued and eventually...separated. Oh Khitti...If I could apologize a million times, it wouldn't be enough. I let my ego and anger blind me. I did the same thing to you my sire had done to me. I hurt you and left you to go into the world not fully prepared to be a vampire. And now...sadly, it's too late for apologies. I should have swallowed my pride, but pride is hard to get beyond. I felt and heard of your death, the bond between us unused, but snapping as you died. I'll never get to say those words now. One more mistake I must hold. One more piece that is broken and cannot be mended.

How do you sum up a life so long in a few words? I could write volumes about my adventures. I'm sure I will write more as time passes.

I'd be remiss not to mention Pilar. The only fledgling I have that I still actually have, and she wasn't even technically mine. I brought Pilar into my bloodline, my family and my heart. She is my best friend. Recently, she married her snake lady and I couldn't be happier for them. They even took my surname for some strange reason. I barely held it together at the wedding. You've been there for me from the beginning, from the moment we met, even with all our ups and downs, I know we love each other as only family really can.

Speaking of family, I have one of a sort.

I am a proud member of House Dragana. Larewen Dragana, the lady of the house and another elder offered me a position there. I serve under her, have taken her blood and mixed our bloodlines. She has an interesting plan for Vailkrin and for vampires, and for now, I wish to go along and see what it will be and will bring about.

My last true love, the avian Brennia...what a mess that was. It started easily. Casual, fun, flirty. It got more serious. We had a misunderstanding. A bad one. I really cared though, deeper than I had in a long time. The misunderstanding drove me away, for she said she never wanted to see me again. I traveled away. Along the planes of shadow and the worlds beyond. I've seen some stuff man. And you know what? I wouldn't recommend it. It left me scarred more than I already was. I was gone a year here. Longer for me though, as time moves differently in the other lands. Upon my return, we made a hesitant go of it again. Curse gone, her a dean of her own college and wanting to be senator. She died...but didn't. It's hard to explain. But I lost her again, forever this time.

Now what? I take each day as it comes. I spend time with friends, reacquainting myself with folks I left behind. Spending time with a lovely elf of late.

I'm not even sure who I'm writing this for. Some would say that I didn't even touch on the most interesting bits. My slavery by the drow elves. My time as the right hand of a god. My life at sea.

So much past. But a hopeful future as well. We'll see.