The first rays of sunlight found Acheus already awake, at his cluttered desk, and forging his way through what had once been the log book of a rather infamous inn within his home town of Taripontor. The Dancing Bear was not what one would call an Inn of any repute, its comforts being few and far between. Its redeeming qualities were the cheap, strong ale and close proximity to certain local establishments housing women whose morals could at best be considered loose. This made it a favorite of merc companies, and it was the names of those mercs he now plowed through.
His dear departed mother, Evenliera, had left nothing as a clue to who his father was except for the season in which his father had come and the inn in which he had stayed. Somewhere in these pages the name of that man resided. She had always spoken of Acheus' father in a sort of overly melodramatic, ridiculously romantic way. Telling Acheus tales of his bravery and what a powerful mage he was from an honorable house and court. Nothing of that frippery would help now, it all came down to simple dates, times, and names. He knew his father had at one time been a mercenary which was what had led him to look through the book of the Dancing Bear under the mercenary company sign in.
Setting the book down momentarily, Acheus rubbed his aching eyes and let out a low groan. It had been a long night and as things were it was going to be an even longer day. Thank the lords of heaven that this week was tourney week in town. None of his students would be here today; they would all be watching the "Idiots in Armor" show. Jousting had never appealed to Acheus in any way...except that it gave him a day off from teaching his apt pupils the rudiments of the arcane. Looking up Acheus began to take the dimly light room in, in its entirety. Everything, from the shabby oil lamps hanging limply on the walls to the dry ink wells at every desk...he loved it all. He had taken up residency in an old bakery whose name at one point in history had been of great importance. Now a new sign hung from the lamp post of Penshire Street in the all but forgotten bakery. It proclaimed this building the residency of Acheus, Scholar of the Arcane and School for the Mage-Gifted. He had spent almost all his money from his time with the Dragoons on this place, poured out his heart and soul into teaching young elf and human children the wonders of the Arcane and natural world. As of late though his mind had drifted towards things of old. His hands involuntarily clenched the medallion hidden under his mage robes. The medallion meant worlds to Acheus, one of the few remaining treasures he had acquired from his service to the elven lords and host. He had received it at the city of Storm’s End from Vorgen Lok-ri himself. He missed those times and his comrades.
At that moment one of Taripontor's famous black birds let out of a shrill call right beneath Acheus' window, startling him out of his reverie. He would always miss his friends and brothers, never forget the sweet smell of Lady Aramina's hair, nor the commanding yet comforting voice of Javariel Lothian his one time commander and close friend. As Acheus bent back over the Dancing Bear's log book it seemed that his thoughts had summoned the words on the page themselves. Underneath Captain Tremalk's name...the only elfish name thus far uncovered and the name of Javariel Lothian leapt out at him. Stunned by his discovery of the old elf soldier's name Acheus pushed himself away from the desk, mouth agape.
Someone then began to pound fervently on his front door. Rising from his desk still stunned from his discovery Acheus slowly ambled across the room to the door, opening it to find the ever so familiar uniforms of Lok-ri and a pair of elves residing in them...staring back at him resolutely...
Upon research into the heritage of this Elf, he could not lay name to his birth right nor his family. With the expertise of the Historian T'leroth Lok-ri, a lineage has been claimed to prove the bond that Acheus Flanaqq has to the Lok-ri.
Kantar and Elamar had a son named Javariel. Javariel fell in love with Evenliera and out of their union came a son. Javariel did not know of Evenliera's conception and departed her company to take part in the War of Tears. Their son Acheus was born without the presence or knowleadge of his father. Then Aerynth was torn asunder.
From now on, Acheus Flanaqq will be known as Acheus Lok-ri to all that he faces. Let his name prove to us and the world here and after his faith and loyalty to his heritage.
Signed, Aramina Lok-ri