Thana Clefaline
Backstory
There are no winds on the Silver Sea. Maybe one could feel the movement of air across their face as an Astral galleon glides through fields of timeless mercury. But that’s no worry, it just makes for better acoustics on deck. Years ago….centuries? It’s so hard to recall. All these whirling thoughts of the Prime Material, of music, of Giatta…so disorganized in a mind so full of nothing. Regardless, Thana’s memories are forever suspended in journals and lutes, written and carved whenever the elf collapsed aboard the timeless deck of the Misty Sojourn. Why would anyone want to extend this? Why would anyone ever want to have so much time move past them? The Order’s interest in Necromancy’s ability to preserve life seems desperate at best. Wait, does the Order still exist? “Hmm…Lost it.” Got it! The Prime Material. The Prime, yeah, cling to that. Bring the books, bring the lutes. No. Leave them. Remember the important pieces, just keep them in your head. “Them? Lost it….shit.” In a language long lost from the Reach and its surroundings, a few repeated words grace the inner walls of a lovingly-tuned, blackwood lute. “The Order, necromancy, music, Giatta. The Order, music, Giatta. Music, Giatta. Giatta…..” Thana’s shrug at the fracturing nature of his taxed mind was quickly overcome by the song he’d played countless times. Over and over, the one piece of his consciousness firmly rooted across the centuries….millennia? Fuck….lost it.
Children
