« on: December 28, 2019, 12:06:53 PM »
Where to even begin!
It seems odd to introduce myself to a book, but if anyone reads this then I guess it's probably smart to label it as mine. My name is Drusilia Aloro, daughter of Vellin and Larethia Aloro, may their souls rest in peace. I was born and raised in the city of Waterdeep. My father was a cobbler for most of his life, my mother, a minor scribe. My twin sister, Kasilia, and I were typical half-elf children, always competing with each other. We were happy for a long time.
On my sister and my's 16th Mornday our parents surprised us with news that we had considered excellent at the time: my father had finally attained a position with the City Watch and could afford to get us that which we had been saving up for for as long as I could remember. My sister would be apprenticed to a wizard of good standing reputation while I would finally be able to learn the Bardic arts. We were favored!
It seemed the gods had a different plan for us after all. One terrible night we received word that my father had been found with his throat cut in some unnamed alley.
My mother took the news very poorly. Her mental and physical health quickly declined, her work suffered, and we slowly slid into poverty. My sister was forced to hire on full time with her mentor and live with him as his chambermaid while I worked where I could in order to put food on our table. I served others in nearly every possible capacity, all to help my family. I do not know what exactly that all has done to me- but I know that I am not the person I once was.
My mother's last words to me as she lay in the throes of fever have stuck with me since. "Xalashar would have been proud of you" are the precise words that she said before she died. I have never known anyone of this name, nor has any I have known. Most likely it was her sickness speaking, yet I cannot seem to cast it from my mind.
It hardly matters now, I suppose. The next chapter of my life has arrived, for Faerun has spat me out like a stray kernel. As I stood painting a Luskan sunrise, I suppose that strange magic they call Mists must have crept up on me while I was enthralled in my work. The next thing I knew I was running through trees and thick fog until I finally emerged and found myself here, in Barovia. No matter. I am eager to see what this new world has to offer!
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