Yue watches his concuction stew as he drinks the warm, sweet wine. The stew bubbles and the air is filled with the light scent of beef as the water in the put changes colors, slowly darkening. Yue sits slunched over on a rotten log, just staring into the bot and fire. His elbows rest on his knees and his left hand swirls in circles, stiring the pot. His right hand was open for the occassional swig. Yue takes off his belt and cloak as well, also slipping off his boots slowly - things he did not do when he planned to rest in the tavern. His cloak lay folded on the ground with his belt and books on top of it while his boots were close by. Yue offers little more than a nod or sigh during the story, obviously he was saddened by it. A look in his eyes. They dull and simply seem depressed even though lit by the flickering of the fire.
Yue finally replies after he takes off his side satchel and sits it beside his boots, "The Thacian Sea is known for it's peace... it should've been highly protected, it's deep in the Elven-owned territory. You were probably picked up by a one-time raid and sold for a high price." Yue looks at you, the sadness in his eyes is sympathetic. He legitimately feels for the story and is sorry for the loss. However, he now tells his, "My parents are very special. I'm special. I may look fully Elven, but I'm not. I have a soul similar to an Orucle and my body is partially vampiric. It's a long story... so listen. My mother was a rare hybrid. Her father - my grandfather - was runaway changeling. Changleings can breed with any race, but normally the hybrid will be unable to breed. My grandmother was a very special vampire - a kind one. My grandmother was to become a blood shaman and commune directly with Slaanesh, a Chaos God of The Daemons. However, that didn't work out. Her kindness turned to love after she spent time with my grandfather and heard his sad story of near-death to the hands of Watchers and escape. They bore a child, half-changeling and half-vampire. That child was my mother. She could change into any race and became incredibly strong in her demon powers when she turned into her true, vampire form." Yue sighs, knowing your opinion may change hearing that part of the story. He's a demon. You've seen demons, horrible creatures in cages that have and would kill at a moment's notice. Yue continues on, "My father may not have a story as backrooted, but it is unique. My father was an Elven slave told he would gain his freedom if he went through an Orucle experiment. They took over a thousand slaves and only he survived. The experiment was to bind the essence of dead Orucls - highly potent magic - to the soul of another and allow the Orucle to be reborn. That didn't happen. My father's soul changed and mutated into an Orucle's. My father had all the power and abilities of an Orucle in an Elven body. But, he had his freedom and The Orucles wanted him as an experiment. See, the Orucles have little compassion torward other races sometimes. Hundreds of sons of Rychuss, the god completing the Triad of Light, and Nodoriah died in their experiments. Some Orucles, however, are little kinder. Those Orucles are the ones that helped my father run. That's how my parents met. Two runners. My mother had to run because her father degraded a woman of shamanistic value whose virginity was Slaanesh's not to mention he was on the run from Watchers. My mother and father met during that time and finally had a peaceful time together. They fell in love and hid in the seclusion mountains. My mother took an Elven body with her changeling powers and despite all odds, gave birth to me. However... she died giving me life. My father took me out in the world and said I had a chance at life neither of them did. As you see, other than being as some call me a prettyboy, I'm like most other Wood Elves. So, for a time, I was but a Wood Elf. Until I was thirteen and given a book telling me this entire story by the woman who took me in. She said my father told her my mother died and he was too heartbroken to raise me alone. So, at fifteen, I was prepared and left for the world. I wanted to find my father. Never have." Yue sighs and looks to Sicilia. He knows his story was long and boring, but it was the truth. He had stared in the fire and almost in a trance had to tell it all.
As he looks to you, his eyes change from their depressing state to a more happy, content, appreciative state for you listening. He was sympathetic and knew sadness like you and he was happy he could share how he felt with another. His eyes had a passion - a care - that you hadn't seen for a long, long time. They reminded you of the eyes of your mother in a way. How they were sincere and had a care in them. His smile slowly formed as he just stared into your eyes. He didn't say anything for time, letting the real life magic of chemistry run it's course. He said, "Sorry for the long story... I don't talk to many like you. That... well, I like."
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