Arryn Shinesong, Elf
The Guild of Light
Headquarters of the Guild of Light

The guild library was quiet, save for the thumping and rustling of a brown haired elf taking books down, reading through them, and then putting them away. Based on the almost rhythmic frequency of books being put back on the shelves, she was not having much luck in her search for answers.

Her goal was to learn more about the tyrant that had taken over Dyrin, and forced many of her fellow elves into effective slavery. But her most burning question was why someone would go so far as to attempt to mold the world in his image.

While most of the time, it had been humans that dreamed up these grand ambitions, other races were not innocent of this crime either. Even some of her own had fallen for the siren song of power and glory.

But her quest was not one for power and glory--all she wished to do was overthrow the tyrant--Vrell, was it?--and return peace to the world.