Sweating as she bent over the field, the hot sun beating down on her back, Storm swung the farmer's tool to and frow, getting the soil ready for planting. She was small but strong and was the only one around to help her mother earn a living for them.

Her mother , brought up on the outskirts of Solace, was a farmers daughter. At a young age her mother was out picking berries and came upon a wounded elf. She tended his wounds as they talked and learned all about his homeland of Silvanost. She was saddened that he was forced to leave his home in search of safer ground. His people were moving to Southern Ergoth. After meeting several times fast becoming friends and much more, they coupled near the same berry bush where she found him. Of this coming together was born a child... a half elf.. Shylana Ishtareel. Her mother was forced to stay away from the elf by her father who dissapproved and made to work the land with her daughter once she was older.
The elf unable to combat the whole town for his love knowing that his own people would not approve also forced him to abandon her and the child, though he one day vowed to find them again. He rejoined the Silvanesti in their new home.

Shylana came by a nickname in her early years. Every time something did not go her way she became upset and angry, often storming off with the knowledge that she could do nothing to overcome her ruler... her grandfather, the farmer. Thus she gained the name Storm. However... working hard in the fields gave her strength and emboldened her when faced with a challenge. Some in the town said she was so feirce in her rage as to force the plants to grow even when they wished not to. Day after day plowing the land with the farmer's scythe Storm became bored and began twirling and twisting using the heavy tool as a weapon taunting the bird's preying on her livelyhood. She realized soon that the tool in fact could become a great weapon and began training herself to flow with its weight making her able to swing it in a deadly arc.

As she got older she began to wonder about her elven heritage and one day told the old man, her grandfather, she was setting out to do just that... find her people. He scowled and told her no of course, but not one for letting people tell her what to do she, for the last time, stormed out not looking back. She made her way to Ergoth in search of her father, though not knowing his name or even what he looked like other than a general description, she didnt know where to look first. Coming upon an emcampment with several tents and firepits, Storm strolled through proud of her elven heritage, they lived so free! Little did she know that they were not free at all, having been forced to come here. At once she was surrounded by several mean faced elves with long white flowing hair. They belonged to the groups elder council and knew why she had come. Having seen her commence on her journey through a scrying pool, she was expected, but by no means welcome.

She was lead to her father's tent, also his current shop, and was told in not so certain terms, to do what she came for and move on. Pulling aside the flap she entered to find a lithe tanned figure bent over a table with different shaped bottles and bowls all about him, his nose in a book with his glasses about to fall of the edge of his face. He looked up upon hearing her enter and smiled brightly at once realizing who she was. He nearly ran around the table and gripped her in a hard hug. She stood there hands at her sides stiff, unsure what to say or do. After a few awkward moments they began talking and she learned that he was a wine maker and was trying to get a certain recipe just right. Having worked on a farm all of her life she offered to help him and they did indeed get it right. She knew she could not stay long however and told him so. He was reluctant to let her go but conceded the point that she would not be welcomed among his people though they were hers as well.

Before leaving he took her to a dear friend of his, an old withered blind elf in long grey robes. He was harmless looking but she was no fool having heard of these grey robed renegades. Wizards that refused to join the Tower. But she knew that he was a friend and would not harm her. Having brought her scythe with her, her father then gingerly took it from her grasp and handed it over to the wizard whispering in his ear. The old elf laid the weapon down on a table and began chanting and waving his hands, swaying to and frow his cadence slowly building to a crescendo. She frowned as nothing happened.. or so she thought. The weapon was returned to her and she felt a sizzling heat coming from it though it did not burn her, more aptly it forged itself into an extension of her own thoughts, acting as she would. Leaving the tent with thanks but unsure for what she was escorted by her father to the edge of the gathering.

I wish you well on your journey out into the world my daughter and will keep you always close to my heart. This weapon you now bear has an enchantment upon it to bring forth fires from the heavens, taken from your human "nickname" it has been embewed with the power of an electric storm. Go well Shylana, live long and be happy.

She kissed his leathery cheek and turned walking off into the night feeling at peace with herself, not giving a damn for those that would not accept her for what she was. A couple years later on her travels she learned from different towns and rumors within that the Grey Tower had fallen and all those associated with it were also decimated. She was upset by this news but knew also that he brought it upon himself by befriending the old blind wizard. She knew not if her father was still alive but at the moment had not the time to find out. She was becoming involved with several powerful factions and must tread carefully on this tight rope she walked. If she were to fall to either side, she was sure there was no one there to catch her.

Having dabbled in many forms of employment, something continued to draw Shylana to the darkness that was quick covering the lands of Krynn. She knew of this fabled Queen of darkness from some of her "jobs". Often she found herself surrounded by a presence of peace in the night. The dark did not frighten her as it did some. She had done for herself over these past years of travel, or so she thought. Little did she know that without the watchful eye of an interested party she would have starved. While sitting in the inn close to her original home, she overheard a conversation among some locals. They were speaking of her grandfather. She moved closer to better hear and came to find out that her mother had attempted to find her father, and in the process incurred the wrath of her grandfather. Somehow in his addled old age and desperateness to remain popular in their rural community he had murdered his daughter and was searching for the elf that had gotten her with child some years ago. Shylana stuck to the shadows and followed the men. One of them eventually went to her old home. The old man still lived in the same place after all these years she thought. For days she waited until he struck out on his search. He traveled all the way to Kalaman, where indeed he found the elf. Shylana was watching. Always watching and waiting. Her father was peddling his wine amongst other things on the docks there. She smiled to herself at the chance to see him again. Just as she was getting set to make herself known to him, her grandfather came strolling around the corner heading straight for her father. Apparently her father had not recognized the man intent as he was on earning some coin to provide for himself. The old farmer strode right up to him , Shy saw a flash of steel from under the man's cloak and just as he was about to plunge the weapon home, she jumped from the shadows and threw herself at his back, clawing and beating him about the head, not wanting to swing her blade in town. The man slumped unconscious at her feet. She looked up startled and saw her father staring at her then begin to grin somewhat. Together they picked up the old man and dragged him into an abandoned building. Little did they know, they were followed. A hooded figure stood away from them as they rested as moment getting their bearings. Shy looked at her father and saw the emptiness in his eyes. The love for her was there but the pain of never having gone back to her mother and now not having that chance was plainly visible. Before they could speak the figures stepped forward facing Shy. It beckoned her closer. She was not afraid of this being but felt an odd sense of protection coming from it. She stood and walked over, avoiding the still motionless body of her grandfather.

"For your wish to come true you must come with me." As the being spoke it pointed to her and her grandfather. Not to her father. Looking back at her father, she knew he would miss her for a while and she would think of him often as well, but the need within her heart pounded stronger and she turned away from him nodding her affirmation to the being. At once they were gone, leaving the broken elf behind. Shy awoke in what looked like a temple. Her grandfathers body lay in the center of a huge glowing red glyph surrounded by clerics. Suddenly she fell to her knees and slammed her eyes closed to shut out the forceful images.


"I know what you seek." The voice from the darkness called. "I can grant you this wish if you are willing to pay the price my dear child."
A picture entered her mind. It was her grandfather standing over her mothers broken and battered body. Then another of him slapping the face of a small child in Haven. The child of a dragonarmy officer. "So you see my dear, both of us can accomplish our wants ... if you are capable enough of doing a small task. I will return the light to your father's bleak eyes, if you take the light from his."

At this moment her grandfather began to stir. He moaned rubbing his blood matted hair and cast accusing eyes at his unwanted bloodline. He spat a tooth onto the temple floor and began to rise to his knees. The image of him over her mother flashed again before her eyes and in one continuous motion she leaned over pulling the farmer's tool from her back, swung it over her head and around. The old man never made it to his feet as his head was quickly removed from his shoulders.

"You can never see your father again. Trust that your wishes have been met as have mine. I reward those that remain loyal to me half-elf."




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Shylana's workings brought her into contact with the DragonArmies in more way than one. Of this she learned many things. The discension amongst them, and the ability to wield a sword and shield. Though she was small and dexterous , wearing the necessary armor for battle caused her to lose some her movement capabilities, thus the need for a shield. She visited the temple where her grandfather was slain on a daily basis. In the city of Neraka , where she also met with the Empress for her orders. On one of these days she was accompanied by a recent acquaintance. One that had surprisingly enough become a friend... and more. As she knelt praying to her Goddess, a vision came to her. It was the image of a man and a woman surrounded by many children. Children that looked a lot like her when she was younger. As she peered closer she realized that the man and woman were her parents.

The Queen had kept her promise indeed. Not only had she returned the light to her father's eyes, but she had returned his reason for living. Their love for each other was apparent as they frolicked happily with their children.

"I show you this as I know what it meant to you and you have been ever loyal spreading your devotion to others worthy. You are still unable to return however, your power has grown my child and with this comes reward as you serve me well. This is part of my gift to you. The other, you will learn in time as you battle those that would come against me. I beseech you to feel my will and bring it forth unto the lands. Your wish has been granted. Now is the time for you to do my bidding."

With this, the vision was gone. Shylana remained there for sometime breathing slowly, then suddenly threw her hands up to the ceiling and tossed her head back shouting in her elven tongue.

"El ye salmayaa!!"