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A small light burns, wavering and flickering in the breeze, always on the verge of being obliterated into darkness. The light refracts, pulled bodily through a soul, amplified by action or killed by inaction. It isn't a question of if, but a matter of when. The Sun can be focused by a turned glass, or blocked out by a damp cellar. Those of dark feeling and thought know this. Interestingly, they never think to wonder If the Sun is blocked, is it waiting for me? Yes, yes it is. -- Canticles of Soluminus Interpretation by Vinsont Delacrus Vinsont was raised in the Elf Vale, where his human heritage was held in contempt by his elven half brothers and sisters. His father had fallen in love with a human woman and though he was a warrior of old, from a time when the orcs had overran the elven valley, his choice was shunned. Finally, with his wife and child in his arms, he presented the council of the elves with an option: Raise the standard of the elves, protect his family with a decree, or lose two more of the blood, even if one only partially, forever. Ten years later, find Vinsont nearing manhood in Valour, the city where his family has come to rest. His father's abilities have found a home in the paladins guildhall and his mother has been accepted by the Temple of Soluminus and is proving to be a gifted cleric. Vinsont grew up under this tutelage and though the power of clerics and paladins run through his veins and the words of Soluminus burn in his heart, he excels more in the arts of combat and tactics. Venturing forth on his own, he finds the joyful warriors and hardened tacticians in the Warriors Guildhall. This is where he makes his place and he learns all he can, the Fire of the Sun burning in his heart.