As he entered Dar’s, with a pouch of parchment scrolls in hand, he realized he was without a partner for his research that day. He eyed an unnamed wizard speaking with Dar of the Graymayre with which wizards are so familiar. "’ello sir. I was wondering if ye might ‘ave the time to ‘elp me with a bit of research?" asked the black-robed mage. "Sure, anything for a brother in the mystic arts" said the wizard Nyxojaele. As the research neared its’ end, Nyxojaele requested the wizard join him in the tavern for some amiable conversation and a bit of well-aged brandy. "Of course, ye were kind ‘nough to help me research, a kind word is the least I could do."

Upon entering the Mileth Tavern, they sat and ordered their drinks. "A round of brandy!" Nyxojaele exclaimed, eager to begin conversation with this new and intriguing Aisling. "So, I have yet to happen by your name.. what do you call yourself?" questioned Nyxojaele. "The name is Xilan. Xilan Horidre."

"Ah, so what brings you to the fair realm of Temuair?" Nyxojaele asked.
"I couldn’t tell ye honestly, I vaguely remember hunting dark ogres and suddenly I awoke in a bed at Riona’s Inn" Horidre explained.

"You too? Apparently, we’ve all been dreaming until we awoke and arrived here; or quite possibly, it could be the exact opposite.." Nyxo wondered.

"That is all immaterial to tell ye the truth Nyxo" said Xilan. "All I know is life ‘ere in the realm of Temuair holds nothing but surprises and I cannot wait ‘til I experience even more."
"Oh really? What’s happened to you to make you so eager to stay here?" Nyxo questioned enthusiastically.

"With all that brandy in ye, I’m not sure ye’ll be able to remember any of this, but why not?" said Xilan. "As ye know, I awoke in a room upstairs at Riona’s, I cannot seem to find me way back there as clearly as I remember it.. anyways.. I walked outside ignorant of my surroundings. There stood a huge gray statue in front of me, with no markings or engravings whatsoever.. ‘What a strange place this is…’ I said to meself. As the day progressed, I discovered many things from the mundanes of the realm, those who have committed to helping Aislings, and nothing more. So, I’ve learned of combat, weapons, magic and the like, but I’m not sure what I’d like to do wit’ me life. After pondering the many professions, I realize the path of wizardry would fit me most. Now ‘twas time to look for a guide. Many Aislings were too busy to ‘elp lil’ ol’ me out, but I ran into one that wasn’t by the name of shaman. ‘’ello there young Aisling’ he said, ‘require any assistance?’ ‘Funny ye should ask’ I replied, ‘I’m lookin’ for a wizard such as yeself to guide me upon the path of the mystic arts.’ ‘Right this way!’ he exclaimed, always looking for another student. So, into the temple of choosing we ventured. Many options were presented to me, but me ‘eart as I had expected chose to become a wizard. So, there I was, speaking with Logan, preparing to become a wizard. This was a turning point in me very young life, but I was willing to embrace it. Logan turned to shaman, asking if I was a wizard at heart, and with shaman’s of yes, I was well on me way."

"Well then, before you were a wizard, you led a somewhat eventful life, wouldn’t you say?" asked Nyxo, smiling.

"Ye can say that again, but I had not even had a taste of what was to come" Xilan replied.

"Oh really? Wow, tell me more! Hold on though.. ANOTHER ROUND! Sheesh, the service here is terrible wouldn’t you say?" said Nyxojaele laughing.

"Aye, ‘tis that, but the brandy is well up to par" Horidre responded.

"That it is, well continue friend Aisling.."

"So, there I was.. a wizard with no spells, and not a clue of which element I wished to master. One in particular called me though, ‘twas sal. It struck me as powerful, but yet calm at the same time, I knew it was for me. So, after bringing the proper materials to Dar, I was on me way, armed with beag sal and ready to take on the world alone, or so I so naively thought. After speaking with Dar further, he requested that I bring him things from the crypt, a dark and dank dungeon in Mileth. I agreed, willing to do anything at the time, and was on my way. I entered the crypt, and a mouse approached me slowly. ‘Ah, cute lil’ thing ye are lil’ mousey.’ I said. And with that, the mouse jumped and dug its’ filthy fangs into me knee. ‘What the?’ I exclaimed. ‘Why you little no good….’ I said, mustering up all the concentration I could to strike it down with the fury of sal. ‘Minimos, Summarian Liquidan, Swirlion Targitus, beag sal!’ I said. And would ye believe, it barely put a mark on the lil’ bugger? ‘Apparently the wizard needs a bit more strategy than whack whack, like the warrior’ I thought to myself. The strategy, was hit n’ run, and it worked quite well. So, there I was, minding me own, when I happened upon a young priestess by the name of Lethalia. A beauty she was, from crown to heel. ‘’ello young Aisling, how are ye?’ I said amiably. ‘Fine, and you?’ she replied grinning. I had met this young Aisling somewhere else, some other time, some other realm, but I knew I had met her. In that other life, she was me love, and here she was destined to be as well. So, we hunted as a pair for a long while, living the life the Aisling was born to live, full of adventure. Slowly, I came to know more and more of the realm of Temuair, gaining insight slowly but sure. I made many acquaintances, spanning from Dartanian to Sakura. I began to notice my control over the minor element of sal, becoming stronger and stronger. It was time for me to move on to bigger and better things I thought to meself. So, I went to Dar, and he taught me of sal, in its’ purest elemental form. It made beag sal pale in comparison, and I realized I had happened upon something great. The more I practiced, the better I became, sometimes able to smite creatures in three, two, or sometimes one cast. Finally, I reached the second circle of ‘nsight, along with Lethalia. We both rejoiced, as we could finally make a full commitment of fae love to one another. The ceremony was beautiful, as expected, and well presented by the likes of a lovely priestess by the name of Angelic. At the end of the ceremony, we culminated it with a kiss, which began another saga which I will not go ‘nta at this time, maybe some other time.’

"Bah, to lead a man on like that should be deemed illegal by the Demagogues.." said Nyxojaele growling.

"Hah, indeed it should" Horidre said smiling.

"Well, you know what time it is… MORE BRANDY!" said Nyxojaele.

"For the gold spent here, you’d figure they’d at least remember you were sitting here.. but look at this ol’ Aisling, he’s been here for at least 30 Deoch" said Xilan.

"Anyways, more story.." as he gulped down his third glass of brandy.

"So, Lethalia and I gained more and more insight, and finally decided to ‘orship a god. Deoch seemed the most compassionate but also one which wielded power, so he became the obvious choice. Slowly, we gained insight and became knowledgeable enough to teach young Aislings the ways of Temuair while still learning ourselves. Now, me friend, we are starting a motley titled Shee Onnoroil which means "peace with honor" in an ancient tongue. We will be the peacemakers, the scholars, and the people which give aid to the young Aislings in the realm of Temuair. Hopefully, it will flourish and our good deeds will be recognized by many. Until then, the legend is far from over, and I hope to be seeing ye again."

"Ah, a fine storyteller you are friend Xilan, we shall meet once again hopefully, and I will once again lend a willing ear" exclaimed Nyxojaele with a wide grin on his face.

"’Twas my pleasure if anyone’s, glad to know someone is ‘nterested in the life I lead" said Xilan smiling.

"’Till we meet again Nyxojaele" Xilan said, with his jet-black cloak flowing behind him.