Yence Lathan Telote.
He had a first name he shared only once.
He looked for a real family, a love, a friend from the day his troubles begin unto the day he died.
He was never able to achieve his goal of hearing more people laugh then he heard people wounded.
Lathan is my one true regret. He was a character with a thousand goals and wishes, who ultimately never found rest or completion. Lathan had a promise to himself- That when he finally felt truely peaceful, he would seek to fix his eyes.
... There were so many things of Lathan that never saw that light. I suppose I'll share them here
The story begins where Yence lived in a small village, with a large family, and a demanding life. A plague swept across the hamlet, a plague that killed the old and crippled the young. Elven Healers of the time were - lucky for the village- passing through, and able to save a few of the children. The miracle workers soon were called to leave, and the village fell short on remedies for the children- Attempting prayers in desperation. They lived, but the Plague of the Broken Seed (Cottonpox, strain of smallpox) left them blind and crippled. Yence was one of the few who managed to recover his body, yet the full use of his legs and his eyes were lost to him, forever.
One by one, the child survivors died. Suddenly. They could not care for themselves, and such a hard existence did not care for them. Crippled, some blind, some deaf, some simply pained with every movement- And when Yence was the last left of the Plague Children, he saw only death for him. Only, Yence Telote was not ready to die.
He stole a coat from his family and rode upon the mud-splattered cart end of the closest merchant. If this was the end, it was going to be an adventure.
Yence Telote begin his walk upon RP surprisingly old. He was young, but in his prime. It was perhaps only this that allowed his survival. The merchant had obviously kicked him off, and the boy of heart was dying by the time he reached a town. Shadows flickered over the torn corneas that were his eyes, and only glances were cast to the homeless man huddled in the shade of a stall. Pale and sickly, he tried to sneak from a childs fruit supply.
The next thing Yence knew, he was beaten. Beaten by the vengeful nearby (I think lord of something) man who surprisingly did not know the Caparrii, but saw fit to rectify a thief. They did not have a jail, and such the lost child was left to bleed by the road.
The local healer found him, a man who practiced what was then known as Aethermancy, and is now known as Mysticism.
This man called himself Lathan.
Yence was nursed back to health, and then put to strict work. Knowing he would die, die without the aid of Lathan, Yence happily sought this new life of helping the old man in his fraying age. Lathan took Yence upon as an apprentice, an aide, and a younger friend. It was here Yence grew, and he learned.
And Lathan passed away. Suddenly, and without warning. Yence, for three days, did not eat. He did not sleep. He did not drink-
He simply grieved. Grieved the passing of his mentor, and swore to never forget the man who gave life with every spell he used. Taking upon the name of Lathan to keep in memory, Yence left the settlement without another word. All of his possessions were given to the others of the town- For Yence simply wanted to be gone, gone from the place of only pain.
Yence Lathan Telote, now with the tool of Aethermancy beside him, lived the live of a monk. He sought to a place of worship with Thyrien, bringing him to snowbound lands and large walls. Simple days of worship carried him through a life a travel, rarely speaking to others. The cripple in his legs spread to his back, yet he stood as tall as he could- Now with a stick to help find the way and stay upright.
Soon, he was known only as Lathan. (And suddenly Thyrien was no more). With the loss of his previous devotion, Lathan joined of a temple towards She Who Was Beyond Names, offering his skills of Aethermancy. It was here Lathan trained. And it was here, after a generation, kept young by his magic, Lathan found love...
Soon, he was wed to a woman fair. Her name was Ilistine, and they spent many days of peaceful times, of helping her with meeting others, of friendship. Of love. It was a small occasion, but with friends nonetheless. Lathan did much work for the group, and was a happy- if quiet- man. After he reached the pinnacle of his work with magic, his son was born, and all was well. Lathan wished to pass the name Fhris, the name of his father, to the boy. He had dreams, had plans. None yet knew the name of Yence, and as far as Lathan was concerned, that boy no longer existed. He was happy.
On a journey away from the settlement, the infant died in his sleep. Died of 'unknown reasons' (OOC reasons), of a cause that grief prevented investigation. He returned to the news his son was dead, his wife was wrought with sorrow, and his life was cast to the whim of the Gods.
And the Gods were laughing at him.
Lathan did his best to hold together his friends, his love, his work, his life. He struggled each day to smile, until there no longer was a smile. He felt the ring given returned to him, and heard his good friend cast joyfullness upon the eyes and lips of the woman he once lived for. He tasted only bitter, sour regret in his tongue and he smelled the acrid loneliness as his own grief cast away those who tried to care. Lathan was, again, forgotten. And such Lathan once more left. He left with all his future smiles torn from him, his eyes sunken in. And he trained. He trained on passing folk, on peoples pets, on corpses and on himself. His only life was that of an Aethermagus, and Lathan grew impatient with seeking more to fufill it. Long years passed...
Yence Lathan Telote was wrinkled. His Aethermancy kept him alive, yet he had lived a life that left its mark upon him. But no, Yence- Lathan was not done. Lathan would not let the memory, the name of Lathan, pass just yet. He found that, crippled and blind as he was, so reliant on a walking-stick, the path of an Aethermagus- Of a Mystic, as it is now known, was the only one for him. Mysticism allowed Lathan to live, and so Lathan needed to perfect it. It was with occasional companions Lathan now traveled with. And after many years and the aftermath of an Exodus, he finally decided to seek a new time in Port Silver.
Such begin the Era of Basil.
Basil was a pyromancer, an Evoker, and a man who caused destruction wherever he went. There was nothing as sadistic as twisted, and nothing more opposite from the values of Yence Lathan Telote. The pyromancer was approached by he of Mysticism, and offered a deal. Lathan spoke to the man of a partnership, that the man refrain from killing and simply allow Lathan to accompany and heal the near-dead without interference. The fire-wielder accepted, upon this idea that such would make more opportunity for pain and torture. Lathan accepted, for he would be able to perfect his Mysticism- and perhaps heal some of the wound of the world.
They became a staple upon the Laughing Lamb, soon known as the Merry Mead. The pyromancer and Lathan spent much time together, to where Lathan was invited to the others homestead in Tauredal, and homestead in Wintermourne. To where Lathan performed experiments upon the fire-wielder, and Lathan spent much time fixing those foolish enough to challenge the younger man. An unlikely friendship was born, and Lathan saw more and more care towards a man lost and insane. Perhaps it was his son, who never had a chance, he saw in the man who threw away all his chances. Perhaps.
Yet Lathan was weary. The world had not had mercy, and the aging healer was on his guard. The new companion, the pyromancer, took on two apprentices. Over time, Lathan saw these two as close as their teacher. And when the first apprentice, Erik, departed, it only furthered the need for a guard, an ever present scowl to keep the risk away. He gave much magic to the remaining apprentice, to Basil, and begin to see more then fire-users in them. Turik was even seen of a son, though Lathan would never admit it. It was a bond of brothers, fierce and fragile.
Even as Port Silver shifted, and the Merry Mead was suddenly by a docks, then by a large gate- Lathan was beside the Pyromancer and his Apprentice. Even as they moved to many different virtues, to goals, to living in a volcano, Lathan beside them. He saw the Observer remedy the insanity of his brother, and helped the apprentice-son change his eyes to be more akin to the teacher. Lathan, for the first time- in a long time- didn't feel so.. sad. His family found love, found children, found hobbies and contentment. Lathan, on his part, was content to be amongst this time. Watching a generation pass.
And tragedy struck- The family was torn, broken apart. Lathan came unto destruction for the second time in his life- What he considered grandchildren having drowned themselves in a lake, the pyromancer in the throes of uncertainty and desperation, the adopted son of his- The apprentice- The one blessed of the knowledge of the name of Yence, and who had touched an old means heart as one to help see of the world. Lathan was simply hours too late, too late for the accident that took the life of Turik.
Too little, too late.
This time, Lathan did not separate. He did not run. He stood and helped, as he could do so, as much as he could bear. Behind eyes unseeing was haunted guilt. The adventure wasn't all what his young self expected, and it was oft thought that having waited for eternal rest might have been the better choice- But this man, be it an old man, was not one to turn around and renounce a decision made. In good faith, he persevered. And then truely begun the Silver Serpent, a thought started by Ilistine that remained through time.
A hospital, Lathan would tell you. That is all the Silver Serpent was. Soon, Lathan found himself as one of the four Magus of the world, in a time where magic was flitting around. Approached by the Seeker, the Observer, the General. The four of each discipline.
And then the moon blew up.
The powers known as magic, the lifeblood of the world- The only thing keeping Lathan alive- was gone. Emitted and removed, never to be seen again?
Yet Lathan still lived. And he, knowing Mysticism more then the wrinkles of his own face, still felt it. Still knew it there. With his survival depending upon this, Lathan used every ounce of knowledge and training. As a magus, as a crippled and blind man who had fallen to age. Grey streaks sliced through his hair in this time as his body drained what power was left in him. And Lathan discovered. Lathan discovered the new way, so similar to the old, with the difference being so slight yet so vital. With the crucial missing piece in hand, Lathan awoke Mysticism once more. And in the throes of the reign of the Crown, he begin to train once more. The Magus of Mysticism was to stay, the Magus.
Time passed, and returned to both his monk and nomad ways, Lathan remained unseen. His life had been shattered and his ways broken. Lathan had no want to entertain a broken world under a broken moon, while the most important thing was relearning the magic that kept him alive. Soon an Exodus was called, and Lathan slipped to the new world, the new lands. When a war was launched, it was still magic the permeated Lathans thoughts- And he found persons to teach. He taught vigorously, swore them to secrecy, and was working upon the Silver Serpent as the final drums of war sounded. The apprenticeship continued, one dying and one surviving and one disappearing to the war effort. The Silver Serpent hospital stood tall, and Lathan simply bided his time as the Nobility of Altera begin to bicker.
He sat upon his bench and cursed at people, Lathan did. Little knew Lathan lived for a laugh, or enjoyed the peaceful noise of company over tea. As word of Mysticism spread and a crown was destroyed, Lathan spent many days and oft time turning away power-seekers and sitting upon his bench.
The Silver Serpent grew prosperous. Lathan worked upon more then his hospital, finding idle time experimenting within his labratory. Soon, the Observer and General met with the Healer, finding three of the original four Magus- as it seems the Seeker had fallen from ranks. Suddenly awoken with purpose, Lathan begin to rigorously seek for the final Magus, and see the dream of The Spire- four pinnacles to see the arts used properly- come to fruition. It seemed the final Magus was a man who valued secrecy and moved as a weasel, Lathans good intentions turned away and a stinging betrayal wrought to keep him from the knowledge they thought he did not have. His spark faded, his faith declined. Lathan bided his time, and upon the next seeking within the world of the dead, he knew the man was gone.
Fearing for the loss of an entire way of life, a spire, Lathan thought back to one of his old monk friends. A man also within the temple towards the long gone She Who Was Beyond Names, within the group Lathan lived within beside his old wife. Then a Spectromagus and now Cogitor, Lathan brought forth regents long preserved and sought to return the Magus of Cogitation.
Bringing the aid of the Observer and sending knowledge between the General, Lathan was able to successfully return his old friend, old friend with a soul willing to rise to the call of duty.
Finally, in the audience of the four Magus, the Observer utilized the Crown left behind in pact broken and reformed the wards of the world. The Magus were not strong enough to return wards broken, and it was deemed the ward against Elementals would be omitted as Lathan swore to keep such protected, as the Magus of Mysticism.
He spent his days working within the Silver Serpent, tending to these duties and training the last apprentice to fruition. Lathan had many a time where he found only cold inside his chest, the light of the world slipping away. And as the Elementals grew restless, Lathan grew tired.
Tired, and lonely. Many more approached him in hopes to learn the art, and Lathan saw only greed. His friends left lay in the Magi, and they no longer visited. The Hospital was ran without him, and it only brought annoyance. The city was suddenly bleak. It was desolate.
Lathan begin preparing to stay within the Sisterhood, to retire, to simply try and find the light in his life, the light he never had.
And then the Elementals attacked.
It left Lathan with a wound unrepairable.
He said his goodbyes,
And Yence Lathan Telote could not find happiness. There was problems unresolved, stories untold, and so many things. He fought, he held on, and ultimately, he failed.
And so Yence ran, for the final time, away to perhaps a more peaceful place.
P.S This will be a big one 
