Fathersin has a brother, Asmodeous, that made it as a Shadow Knight, that he has just met while at Guk. Fathersin lost his memory to an accident with his pet gator named Lockjaw, that now roams Oasis, that left his face scarred for life. He was found as a baby by a ranger by the name of Himpter Widowmaker who helped him survive in the world and trained him in the arts of war in Qeynos Hills killing gnolls for the local townsfolk. A kind barbarian rogue by the name of Kincaid help sneak into Halas to watch the shamans there preform their magic. After "Aquiring" a couple scrolls, Kincaid, gave them to Fathersin to see if he had what it took to be a shaman. Needless to say, Fathersin worked the magic like a bard can sing, and became one of the best shamans of the land. While in Blackburrow slaying gnolls and winning the respect and trust of most of the townfolk in Qeynos, he met a big, dumb barbarian named Ohtar and a silly little gnome by the name of Arkanelore. This sparked a friendship that lasts till this day. While on a journey back to his homeland for training and spells, Ohtar and Arkanelore met up with a newly starting guild by the name Circle of Sol and joined their ranks. When Fathersin returned back from his homelands Ohtar and Arkanelore begged and pleaded Fathersin to join them in this guild of theirs. After much thought and begging, he decided that more friends is better than no friend and joined the Circle of Sol guild. The day of join the guild that changed his life forever his was brutelity killed by a griffon while still grouped with the foresaken one named Aktar, the leader of the guild, thus truely being one of the true members of Circle of Sol(HA HA HA :P). And as the members swell in the guild, so does his number of friends. Even today he cannot go into any zone and not find one person that doesnt know the name Fathersin Soulcollecter. He has become a legend in his own time, and a symbol of his people that their is a few in their ranks that good and noble as any race can be!!!

Faernola's Story

My name is Faernola. I was raised in the city of Erudin from birth and left as soon as I was able. I actually tried once, before I was able, but I couldn't yet walk and opening the front door was an impossibility. My parents owned and operated their own publishing company, scribing countless books for little pay. They loved their work. They were fools.

Worthless though they were, they managed somehow to contribute to who I am today. When I was six, they put me to work writing for their publishing company. My first book was the basis for my studies to this point in my life. The book, titled "Root N Burn: An Aspiring Wizard's Guide to Destroying the Nervous System of Just About Every Living Thing," sold many copies. My parents, of course, kept the profits for themselves and moved to and island located somewhere in Erud's Crossing, leaving me behind to fend for myself. Rumor has it that they were killed while writing their final book, "And Exploration in Befriending a Fire Elemental: Why Can't We All Just Get Along?"

I took to the forest and met a man who went by the name of Faedine (Scribe's Note: Investigate). He taught me, through words and action, that the world is full of people who are generally good, and that the actions of one person do not represent the behaviour of a group. He taught me to forgive, unless they conned green, in which case I should cast upon them a spell that causes their molecules to lose cohesiveness. I have not seen him since I was very young. There is a rumor as to what happened to him, but I have a very, very good alibi.

I am proud to be a member of the Circle of Sol, and hope that there are many days before us filled with the agonized screams of our prey, who will be feeling the wondrous pain of fire burning from the inside out. - Faernola

[ (c)3172 Direct Damage Press ] No mention of criminal behaviour should be considered a confession of any kind. Actual persons mentioned in the document will most likely not be available to make comments -- ever. Scribed by Thadeus Kinseeker (under duress).

Roihan's Story

Roihan group up in the back streets of Freeport with his estranged father. Roihan's mother died in front of his eyes during a Dark Elf raid on Freeport. Roihan's father never recovered from the tragedy and stayed away from Roihan as much as possible. Roihan, to this day, believes it hurt his father too much to deal with his last link to his beloved wife.

Because of this estrangement, Roihan spent many of his days (and nights) in the streets of Freeport and roaming the East Commons (where he treaded carefully due to the dreaded Nektulos forest on the other side). It was during one of these journeys that Roihan's life changed forever. He was wandering the commons during one of his getaways and stumbled upon an Orc Pawn who began to beat him into the ground relentlessly. Suddenly Roihan heard a loud clap and smelled burning skin. He looked up.....the pawn had been smitten. A dark skinned man, who at first startled Roihan because to him dark skin had always been associated with the Dark Elves, helped Roihan to his feet and introduced himself as Aktar Mythmaker. Roihan (holding his laughter at the silly and presumptuous name) thanked the wizard profusely and asked if he there was anything he could do to repay him. Aktar looked at Roihan intently and said 'yes'. Roihan, wondering what he could possibly due for this strange looking fellow waited to hear his fate.

Aktar brought Roihan to a nearby tree where a young Dark Elf was laying with a wound in his leg. Roihan immediately jumped back but the wizard held onto him and reassured him it was alright. He then said, 'My young friend here is wounded. I would like you to heal him'. Roihan stared incredulously at the wizard and began to protest. Aktar interrupted him and said, 'Just heal him'. Roihan, not really sure what he was doing layed his hands on the Dark Elf and well.....hoped. A glowing light began to envelope him and the Elf and the wound began to close. Roihan could not believe his eyes. After the glow faded he fell on the ground exhausted.

Aktar was nodding his head knowingly. He looked at Roihan and told him that he had a close friend named Torloth. Torloth was a High Elf (Roihan knew of them and their beauty). Apparently, she knew about Roihan. Roihan came to find out that his mother was a cleric. She had met Torloth's family on one of her many exploratory journeys. After Roihan's mother's death, it was decided that he should be found and told the truth about his mother for Torloth's family knew that his father would never tell his son of his innate gift.

The Dark Elf that Roihan healed was named Slyth. These two developed a friendship that was nurtured by Aktar and Torloth. Through Aktar and Torloth he also met many other amazing people; a couple of which included a mage named Theryn (he was from the same place as Aktar) and an interesting but sneaky fellow named Raton. He listened intently to stories about their many journeys and the many talented people they knew. For some reason they kept making fun of a mage named Zxon. Roihan never quite learned what that was all about.

As Roihan began to meet more people he also began serious work on his healing skills. Having a learned cleric around was obviously a big help. To this day Torloth still continuously offers her help to Roihan for she knows how much of a challenge and a responsibility the healers of Norrath have placed upon them.

From friendships like these the Circle of Sol was formed. Roihan has met countless more people who continually impress him with all of their unique abilities. Not long ago some bad news was brought to Roihan. His longtime friend, Slyth, had died and left Norrath forever while in the Estate of Unrest. Apparently the undead had taken a distinct disliking to a Dark Elf so zealously trying to rid them from the estate. Roihan considered moving to Erud and never returning to the main continent for his grief was unbearable. Fortunately, his longtime friends came through once again and convinced him that such a thing would be silly and would only tarnish Slyth's memory. Slyth never would've wanted Roihan to end his journeys on his account.

And so, Roihan is still happily roaming Norrath to this day and is proud to be a founder, but more so, a member of Circle of Sol.

Shimmyr's Story

Oh, how I wish I could remember my past! Who are my parents? Do I have any siblings? What, exactly, is my heritage?

This mental break causes me so much pain. The pain bleeds over into most relationships with others and I find it difficult to make any true, close friends. Be this as it may, here is my story (or as much of it as I can recall). Please do not judge me too harshly.

I awoke one day in a beautiful, intricate tree city called Kelethin, naked and alone. How frightening that "first" day of my life was. The city was bustling with activity, people running here and there, everyone in such a hurry that no one seemed to notice a naked wood elf shivering and afraid.

From somewhere inside me, I found the strength and courage to explore the city and my wanderings, thank Tunare, led me to a friendly place. It was here, at the Druid's Guild, that I met the Heartwood Master who took me under his wing and gave me guidance.

Through the Master's teachings, I learned of vile, evil creatures who were attempting to take over the land. The Master said there were many who had left their businesses and families, donned with only crude weapons and armor, to search out the evil and remove it from Tunare's blemished Norrath.

In my then current state of being, this type of adventurous life called to me. As far as I knew, I would not be leaving behind some well-known business, and sadly, there was no family for me to kiss goodbye. All questions concerning my past during my period of training were either met with hostile resistance or sincere ignorance. I had absolutely nothing to lose, except my life, but felt even that wasn't worth much. To be painfully, brutally honest -- I wanted to die. There was no reason for my existence...

Armed only with a crude weapon and a little bit of magic, I descended to the lands below the tree city. Off I went in search of "evil". I knew evil existed because it had taken part of my "self" away from me. I would seek it out, kill it, maybe before it killed me. I didn't care.

What began for me as a death wish soon turned into an intense, bloodthirsty desire to rid Kelethin of those nasty, foul-smelling orcs. Working alone was not an easy task, but I did what I could.

During one particularly intense night of battle, I apparently drew the attention of two high elves, named Teleriel and Lavinda. While fighting, I became more courageous than ever before and the orcs died quickly at my feet. Realizing that Teleriel and Lavinda had helped me, I thanked them as well as I could and offered them what little I had in return for their service. Payment for their kindness, they said, was not necessary. Instead, they bestowed upon me weapons and armor the likes of which I had never seen. They wished me well and went on their way. They never forgot me, however, and time and again they would seek me out to offer aid and advice. It was during one of these visits that I asked in-depth questions concerning wood elves and druids. Neither Lavinda nor Teleriel were as familiar with this subject matter as I had hoped, but they did give me the name of a druid who, if located, could answer my questions. The name of this druid intrigued me -- Sylorra Lorenova. I decided then and there, that if I were to be a true help to Tunare, I had to locate this person and seek her counsel.

Again, Teleriel and Lavinda came to my rescue. They ran across Sylorra during one of their excursions and spoke to her of a young druid in need of guidance. Sylorra, great servant of Tunare, immediately sought me out and, without hesitation, answered each of my questions. I was now equipped in both body and spirit.

And so, what started out for me as an empty, lonely existence on a path to nowhere has become a life full of meaning and purpose with three courageous, noble elders to guide me. I thank them for my life and their friendship, and the feeling of belonging to a "family". Little did I know how large my family was to become.

I did not realize it at the time, but Lavinda and Teleriel were closely monitoring me and I was participating in an unknown test of strength, courage and will. I discovered this when Lavinda invited me to join the Circle of Sol -- a large family of friends who, throughout their lifetimes, help one another in their endeavors. Overcome with a sense of warmth and belonging, I quickly accepted the invitation and am now a proud member of this most honorable guild. It is here that I have met people like Lahal, a most generous druid and Asudad, a wizard who knows no fear. Many others in Circle of Sol have also helped to shape and mold me into what I am today. Many thanks to them all!

Shimmyr Sylverthistle Druid Extraordinaire

Lavinda's Story

Once upon a warm and rainy night Lavinda was born to the Espiritusdraco family. Her proud high-elven family was known for crafting fine garmets from pelts to protect the noble elves that guarded Faydark. Lavinda did work hard crafting these garmets and did a fine job, up to a point.

She was proud of her work, but she was drawn to the heart of the lands. Lavinda could feel Norrath draw her to learn the ways of the Wizard. One night, while she was asleep in her Felwith home, she had a vision of being able to go help the fighters of Faydark protect the lands. Mithaniel Marr came to her and told her that she would one day be a powerful wizard and that she should follow the land's wishes and seek a wizardly education.

Lavinda awoke the next day and told her mother, father, and seven sisters of her vision and what she intended to do. She had to follow the guiding spirit. Her parents were beside themselves but supported her none the less. She was apprenticed to the Wizard guild of Faydark where she learned the basics of being a wizard. Faydark's paladins, Teleriel and Runestone, and Faydark's wizards, Asudad and Ebric, took her under their wings at the orc camps and helped her learn the finer points of survival and slaying evil creatures.

Long years passed and Lavinda had grown to be one with her band of Norrath protectors. She did at times wander alone to explore the lands because she was indeed a Wizard of all of Norrath and wished to examine it closely to make sure that the good ways of Faydark were spreading. She funded these trips by using her old family trade. She crafted armor for the unfortunate and used what donations she received, if any, to buy rations so that she could continue her mission.

It was on one of these mission trips in the frosty North, Everfrost, that Lavinda did meet a band of wizards that were of a mission to slay what evil lay in Permafrost. She thought to herself...these people are crazy. They are four wizards seeking another wizard in hopes that they might be able to take down great evil creatures. Where are their paladins! Indeed. So, after that lucid moment, she said, "Sure!" Their fearless leader, Aktar, invited her into the coven of wizards and they dashed off for the glory of the fray. Lavinda did not hear from those lively wizards until many years after that daring foray into Permafrost.

One day her good friend Asudad, a sharing and kind wizard of the Circle of Sol, by that time, took her to Najena and assisted her in obtaining a lovely flowing black robe. She donned it proudly and then proceeded to assist more folk in slaying the evil wench for her robe. This is when Vanitia, a good friend of Asudad's travels, invited Lavinda into the Circle of Sol. At first she refused because she had promised her staff to another pospective guild. However, upon speaking across the lands with the potential leader of the guild, she learned that it would not be.

She turned to Vanitia and asked if he would invite her again into the Circle She accepted his offer and was soon met with and graced with the presence of a new family that she deemed to call her own.

One day there was a guild meeting. She had heard of the powerful leader who had the ability to slay many with his mere presence. Impressed and curious, she went to this meeting to meet this leader. Upon seeing him for the first time as her leader she recalled that one fine day in Everfrost and giggled to herself. This was the one that had swept up four wizards and himself and taken on the dangerous mission of slaying the goblins that plauged the Permafrost lands. He was the one she would call leader and friend. She had already been initiated into the guild.

Since this joining with friends she has proudly borne the name Circle of Sol in her heart and through her actions.

*Lavinda POOFS into a Dragon and flies across the moon-struck waters to seek further adventures with her fine friends. One day soon she will be that powerful wizard that Mithaniel Marr once promised to the lands of Norrath.*

Last modified: Janurary 25, 2000