3E 300 16th of Sun's Dawn,
Brelyna Indoril and Dreydes Telvanni rendezvous at the tree where they once coveted their
forbidden love for each other, only to be cornered by a mass of Telvanni Wizard-lords and
other high ranking membes of the Indoril House. The outraged Dunmer argue and fight over the
issue of Brelyna of the arrogant and great house Indoril being pregnant with the child of the
aspiring Magistor of the Telvanni House, Dreydes, which is extremely frowned upon by the Great
Houses of Morrowind. The array of distraught Dunmer escorted the frightened couple to both of
their respective families to see what they think. Both, Brlyna's and Dreydes' families agreed
to exile them but Dreydes got different treatment. His family issued a public execution on the
25th of Sun's Dawn.
3E 300 25th of Sun's Dawn,
Brelyna saddles up her horse as she looks down at the crowd settling around the place of
her lover's execution, a surge of emotions rushes through her body and head, love, regret,
compassion, and sorrow. But she must leave, she rides to the south, the the capital of
House Dren, Tear.
3E 300 4th of First Seed,
Tear, the capital of house Dren, rich with slavery, death, and sadness. In typical Dren
fashion, Brelyna was sent off into slavery, even though she was pregnant for nearly nine
months and slightly sick. This time of her life was miserable, she spent night and day
working for nothing, this was not the life she wanted for her child or for anyone.
3E 300 21st of First Seed,
Hogithum, a Dunmer holiday where the Dunmer call upon Azura for guidance and support,
a holy day to be born on in Dunmer culture. A day Brelyna would've spent working and
toiling if not for a pleasent surprise. Brelyna was working early in the dawn, she
was struck by a tremendous pain in her lower body, it was her child. Some other Argonian slaves
came to her aid as she gave birth, the child was a healthy baby boy. Brelyna named him
after her grandfather, a gifted wizard, Psilinius Telvanni. Nobody ever knew what he would
become in the future.
3E 313 22nd of Evening Star,
The tensions have been rising amongst the slaves of Tear, whispers and rumors of a rebellion
by the slaves sprad throughout Tear, and Psilinius and Brelyna wanted to take this as a chance
to leave for the Skyrim, Cyrodiil, Morrowind border to meet with Brelyna's aunt and uncle, both
wealthy mages renown through southern Morrowind.
3E 313 25th of Evening Star,
Awoken from sleep, Brelyna and Psilinius look around to find that it has started, freedom,
the rebellion. They make for the stables, just to be stopped by Reekaura, Brelyna's skooma
dealer. During Brelyna's time in Tear, she used Skooma, a drug synthesized from Moon sugar
to cope with the pain and sadness of being a slave. Brelyna And Reekaura exchanged a few
words, but more fists, and Reekaura pulled out a shiv and cut Brelyna in her stomach.
Psilinius then ran up to Reekaura and tried to fight her but she slashed and he dodged, then
he dodged another stab and disarmed her then he plunged his blade into her gullet. He held
back the throw-up in his throat and rushed up to his mother, he slung her over his back and
struggled to get to the horse but he did it and rode of to his great Aunt and Uncle's small
school of magic, Talvin's Flame.
3E 313 30th of Evening Star,
The structure is peaking over the next hill as Psilinius gets closer, his mother's wound
has gotten worse, being infected. Psilinius tried some basic remedial magic that his mother
taught him at Tear on her wound but it didn't do much but prolong her life until they
arrived.
3E 314 1st of Morning Star,
When they arrived at Talvin's Flame, Lilith Avalbruk, Psilinius' Aunt immediatly attended
to Brelyna's wounds and Psilinius was welcomed inside to eat, warm-up and get some rest.
Later that night, over a warm hearth, Talvin Avalbruk, and Psilinius discused whether or
not Psilinius would be taking lessons in magic. They decided to start his lessons at the age
of fourteen.
3E 314 3rd of Morning Star,
Psilinius had been at his mother's bedside for two days, and she didn't seem to be getting
any better even though they have been trying to heal her but the blade was poisoned with
something unknown to even the school's apothecary. Later that night his mother died peacefully
after the poison was removed, but the wound was to deep to heal but they could relieve her
of pain in her final hours, Psilinius cried by her side until he seemed to run out of tears.
3E 321 21st of First Seed,
Psilinius approached his steed and he saddled up, Talvin Avalbruk, his uncle, walked up to him
and said his goodbyes and how he was very proud of Psilinius. It was Psilinius Telvanni's
twenty-first birthday and he was learned all he can from his Uncle and then some. He accelled in
in the arcane arts, especially in the manipulation of living things, probably due to his sudden
reclusivness and obsession with death and what it means, after his mother's death. He had to
leave so he rode of to Cyrodiil in search of more info on the "Dark" Arcane arts.
3E 324 17th of Sun's Height,
During the 3 years and 5 months on the road, Psilinius had met many faces, including master Necromancers,
Conjurers, Dunmer, and adventurers. He also explored many crypts, barrows, towns, and dungeons
during his exspansive journey, but now he has reached his destination. He heard whipers and talk
of an extremely powerful necromancer who has finally found a way to revive a being, perfectly intact.
But all he really thought about was a new oppurtunity to try and revive his mother, the subtext
of his grand journey. He found the wizard's intricately and bewitchingly designed tower in a forest
just south of the Cyrodil-Skyrim border.
3E 324 20st of Sun's Height,
The Necromancer, Mithlas Graylock, was hesitant to let Psilinius be his pupil so Mithlas tested
him to do a briarheart necrofusion on a miscellaneous "subject". Psilinius exceeded all of the
expectations of Mithlas with ease, as a matter of fact the only he hesitated to do was kill his
subject, but he has gotten used to it. Mithlas Graylock agreed to teach Psilinius in the way of
the Dead Arts for all of the years to come...
3E 332 24th of Sun's Dusk,
The last 8 years were plentiful with experiments on the dead, fun evenings, and magical breakthroughs
that shaped the way necromancy was seen and used. But through all of that the life in Mithlas' tower was
a lonely life for Psilinius. Also Mithlas was becoming more and more reclusive and his eyes have gotten
darker and more soulless as if he had the had the eyes of a dremora...
Message me if this was okay and if you want the conclusion to the tale of Psilinius message me. -LTL
