The Vanity of Vynlarion

The Vanity of Vynlarion the Sixth

Oh, unjoyous is my reasons for writing these following words

I am Xanlor, eldest of Vornelius of four's great children.

I write of the great dishonor that the new heir brings to our family,

My dearest babe brother, once so peaceful, now seeks the comfort of none.

I say, once so peaceful, with lost love, beautiful and kind Lathinal was slain,

As her heart stopped still, so too did my brother's. How it causes my heart such ache!

Fallen in battle by an enemy so known to our people, a fate unknown to Vornelius'.

So began the debauchery of the would-be Lord of our lands.

The first was Kali'thal, magics came to her like winds to an open field.

So was his broken heart that turned still, he saught the company of Kali'thal.

Swooned by his unimperfect looks, she was the slave to his sadenned desires,

And of this? I am to know of two, daughter Elyadrin and son Tarnethus.

Though cruel Vynlarion forgot her love, and forsaked it, sending her away.

The void reopened for young Vynlarion, and so too came to his chambers, Alosus.

Perfect was the aim of her bow, her beauty unparalleled by any of those to follow,

She was by far the most stubbornly swayed to dark Vynlarion's bedding.

Though, mortal she was, and advances from a knightly sort did take its toll.

So too was born a daughter, named in reverence for the flower, Quel'Bloss.

Like brilliant Kali'thal before her, Alosus was spurned.

So broken after being so strong, poor Alosus wept, forsaking all comforts for solitude.

Third and most devious was treacherous Malenthra. Seeing habit taking hold,

She took to Vynlarion's chambers, feigning swoon and love untold.

From her hateful bossom evil did spread, not one to sire him a noble heir,

But instead one to curse his footsteps. So born was Darthael, roguish child.

Many years were held in check, Vynlarion busied himself with his duties as future heir.

Though his hateful wishes to see his father's tyrannical work undone, and his lustful urge

To see all of elven kind his to rule did sway him to elder priestess Belastranna.

You see, so secreted were his dealings that not even the priests did know of his debauchery.

No child was born from wise and kind Belastranna, though with cruel abandon did

Vynlarion see to her violation of her chaste vows, and removal from her beloved work.

Lady knight was the next to fall prey to devilish Vynlarion's madenned wishes.

Her name was Glorensa, so perfect were her chivalrous ways, Vynlarion saught her eagerly.

Ignoring his curious advances, Glorense continued her knightly ways,

Though on one fateful and sad night, steel maiden will was cracked, and so crept Vynlarion.

Promising her blessed children who would not know the sadness of beloved loss,

They joined in his devillous game, and she bore three at once, Sarinthra, Celalous and Ellyne.

Haloas, named for her purity at birth with a cry so beautius was one Vynlarion did seek.

No craft did she wield, but her beauty and innocence were not tarnished by any age she held.

Like an angel of dismay, Vynlarion did see this angelic child, swooning her with stories,

Stories of a fallen wife. So taken by his tragedy, she took him into her loving arms.

Seeing that she was at his mercy, she convinced her that it was right, and so Palasona.

Shunning her in public, she fled far, and has not since been seen in fine Silvermoon.

Finally, enchantress Demetra was the last Vynlarion would visit his corrupt wishes upon.

Demetra was no fool, she saw the true intent behind Vynlarion's hearkened words.

Ever a wise and powerful magister, Demetra saw the need to remedy things.

With her great magics, she lulled him into calm, and for the sorrow she deigned from

A mind so riddled with smut, she slammed a cold hand of repent on his heart.

Leaving him afterward, Vynlarion was seen as he is now.

Demetra, Haloas, Glorensa, Belastrama, Malenthra, Alosus and Kali'thal.

All these ladies of Vynlarion's court. Though it begs the question of why? Why, Vynlarion?

I and my family have our thoughts; that the loss of his first and true love, Lathinal...

Sweet and lovely Lathinal's death did break his young heart and send him to find comfort.

Comfort in woman he cared not for, comfort he confused for the filthy actions he did make.

Long have we worked to hide brother's actions, but time has passed, and truth must be told.

Neice Elyadrin,

Nephew Tarnethus,

Neice Quel'bloss

Nephew Darthael,

Neices Sarinthra, Ellyne and Celalous,

and Neice Palasona...

Spare your father the agony of children who hate him. Judgement will come when time runs.

A fool who did not see Light until long after your sorted births, I know in my heart he regrets.

Do not forgive, lovely new Bloodmyst-- nay, Highcrests, now. Don this name, and be proud,

Proud of your father who seeks to redeem himself with a still heart.

I am Xanlor, eldest of Vornelius, who did sire Vynlarion the sixth. I ask for your forgiveness.