Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

The words of the Elders resounded in Kaienrai's mind as he left the Caercilcaern.

It was an interesting meeting to say the least. They had sought audience with the Elders for some time, and finally, their plea was heard. He had entered the meeting towards the latter of it and silently chided himself for being late. Once he entered, he stood a bit in the back as to not be disrespectful, until ushered forward by the Selu'Onal. There, he stood quietly next to the Grove Master, always careful to not step on him, and listened to the debate and the exchange of words.

Many thoughts flowed through his mind, during the meeting. The looks of the Dharashans and the diplomacy of all around inspired him. All working together for the betterment of the People of the village. The answer of the Elders, though a bit surprising, was not without merit, and the spirit of the Dharashans within the room did not diminish. The Elders had more combined wisdom than all Dharashans that were gathered together, so who were they to question it?

The ideas of Master Deacon sat rather...interestingly with the Dharashans and Kaienrai could not help but grin while they conversed on the orders of the Elders. Some looked less than motivated to carry out this order but they set their hearts to it and would do what was necessary to work toward this goal. That is what he loved most of his brothers and sisters and that eased him as he made his way along the tree tops.

"Why wait until the day?" He thought. Kaienrai made his way amongst the villagers, helping them with everyday tasking and pitching in where he was able to. He sang songs and told tales on breaks and over meals, and merriment was the theme throughout that afternoon.

As dusk fell, and Sehanine's smiling face raised in the sky, he made his way to a secluded corner of the village and fell into Reverie under the stars. And, once again, he could not feel his family back in Silverymoon..not his mother, or brothers, or even Glaise. The love of the Protector, however, was felt in every ounce of his being.

//Updated 20 Nov

After much testing and trials of faith, Kirias Avlanti, Cormiira of Corellon within the Misty Forest, accepts Kai'enrai into the Faith

Kaienrai sat, eyes closed, still in the grasp of an extended reverie. Try as he might, he still couldn't "feel" his mother or family back in Silverymoon. He continuously prayed to Corellon and entered reverie looking for some sign or signal that his family was alive and well. It has been some time now since the events brought him south to Baldur's Gate, and a few moons since the last sign of the Banite visited him. And now...nothing. Worry has been gripping him more and more over the last tenday and to his frustration with no answer.

Looking around the village, a small smile grew on his face as he bared witness to the changes undergoing the village and the villagers whom welcomed all Dharasha. He smiles thinking he had something to do with that. For now, construction was underway, the Selu'Onal and Cor'Selu'Taar personally saw to it along with the sage guidance of the Archmage. All was blooming here in the Misty, yet all was not right in other parts of his life. He knew what he had to do, though he hesitated briefly before rising. It would be a long journey, but he knew in his heart of hearts that it must be done.

After an hour or so passed, he entered the Caercilcarn with a travel pack and penned a quick memo to Dharasha:

"Dharashans,

Guardians. Friends. Mentors. I have headed north to Silverymoon on a journey of resolution. Many of you know what transpired in my past and it is time I put it to rest. Know that I am stepping on this road north a stronger Elf than I was when you first accepted me into the fold. And the memories of revelry and battle at your sides I will always cherish. This is just something that must be completed. I will return when I discover the truth.

Your friend,
Kai'enrai Gaeavae'ess"

As time rolled on, he became increasingly disastrous. He no longer sang, the music of his hearth taken from him that fateful day he stepped into his former home. He lost faith in the Seldarine, himself and in his future..he resigned to wither away into nothing and die.

And he prepared to do so. Reeking of alcohol and stumbling drunkenly, he made his way to his former home, sword in hand. He burst into the door, screaming foul nothings at no one but screaming with all his drunken strength. He drew Cor'Evaliir, it's blade still shining from enchantment and began to hack at the bloodstains on the walls. Yelling in denial, in hatred, cursing Bane, the Seldarine and Corellon! Finally, exhausted and sobbing, he readied the blade to plunge into his stomach.

As the sword came down it flashed a brilliant silver and did not pierce his skin. The light, blinding him, forced him to stumble back where he tripped and knocked his head on a column, collapsing on the floor like an empty body.

He awakened in a daze, but no longer in his former home. All he saw was white. Head still groggy and vision blurred, he tried to get up but could not. He could not move. He tried screaming but no sound came out. He was trapped. Overhead a Crescent Moon formed and surged in radiant blue light above him. As the light touched him it filled him with warmth and joy and love. But it was not his. It was...from his family. He could feel them and hear them. He could sense them, their emotions, their...happiness. The light flared brighter and now love...the likes of which he never felt before invaded his being, nourished him, mended his soul and filled his entire being. Renewed vitality flowed through him and around him and he for a moment, he was in bliss. He knew now his family was gone. But now they rested in Arvandor and...happy. He tried getting up, to move to join them, but he still could not move. He used all his strength and every ounce of himself but the will of the Crescent Moon held him fast. It blazed and glowed and he felt anger and love both flowing into him. He heard the words flow through his head: "Your work is not done yet."

He awoke on the floor of his former home, staring blankly at the now spotless ceiling and walls around him. On his chest lay Cor'Evaliir and his old, mithril Crescent Moon symbol of Corellon Larethian

**Original bio cleaned up and updated.