Mirnalion and Tarenaryn had many children, their firstborn was Lincentil. Lincentil grew and found happiness in Itanarne.
Lincentil and Itanarne had three children, their firstborn was Korathin.
He was close to his Grandfather Mirnalion, a learned mage and scholar. Mirnalion taught Korathin the way of the mage at an early age. He studied hard for many years, went to a Wizard conclave to continue his training to become a powerful mage.
The time I spent with my family was perhaps the best time of my life. When studying the way of the mage and practicing my magic, it seemed to come naturally like I had been training magic for many years. This came as no surprise to my grandfather Mirnalion; magic was deeply rooted into the family, masters of magic. Mirnalion took me in as his apprentice when I was a young boy. Training for three days every week, the rest of the time was spent with my family. The days of training were long and hard at times, but I never gave up.
When I was at the right age and knew the arcane verses well enough to be on my own, I traveled to a wizard conclave to further my studies in the way of the mage.
Before being accepted into the wizard conclave to be taught by the powerful sage that resided within the tower, a few tests were performed. I passed these tests that were given to me.
The sage of the tower came to greet me and asked whom I was and who had taught me before I came here. "My name is Korathin Lok-ri, son of Lincentil Lok-ri and Itanarne. My grandfather, Mirnalion is who taught me." I said. Mirnalion you say? He is a great mage and scholar; you are lucky to have had him as a teacher. Come with me Korathin and we will get you set up for your stay here and the studies that are to come in the days ahead. The sounds of arcane verses that filled the halls were like a sweet melody, making me feel right at home.
For years I studied, reading the scrolls and books, practicing my spells to try to perfect them. My studies were interrupted by the start of the war, all the students were sent home to their families. At home I wondered what would happen to the knowledge that was stored within the conclave, hoping it would not be lost forever.
During the war, my family and I were separated from each other during an attack on the town we where living in. After the battle ended, the smoke cleared, and the fires from the buildings had died down I searched for my family in vain. The sky was filled with ash from the burned buildings; the air was filled with the smell of blood and dead bodies. They were nowhere to be found, perhaps they escaped into the forest or they were taken as slaves. I did not rule anything out and would not give up. I searched for months, yet to my dismay I found no trace of them.
The War of Tears was a hard time, as it was for everyone. I was still considered young when it came to being a mage, but I was still able to inflict damage and even death upon on my enemies and survive the battles. The battles and bloodshed took its toll on me and I nearly lost it during a battle against those foul humans.
Countless battles took place during the long years of the war, which seemed to be forever. Many died on both sides of the war.
Months after the War of Tears had ended, I traveled to find a sage to see if he had heard or read anything about my family. It took weeks of travel and searching to find a sage available to speak to, the one I found was named Contaedar the sage. Contaedar said he had heard that there was a group of Lok-ri gathering at a place next to the great sea. With renewed hope, I set out to travel to the place the sage told me about in hopes of being reunited with my family that I was separated from during the war.
Traveling along the dirt road, walking over the hill I stopped to gaze upon the glistening walls and towers of the fortress of House Lok-ri. I smiled for the first time in years, my new home.