Born beneath the ancient boughs of Cloak Wood, south of Baldur’s Gate, Carven Ravescream came into the world cradled by his mother Soliana, a cleric of Sehanine Moonbow who left her home in Evereska long before his birth. She never spoke much of his father, as she told him he had passed before her journey to the Cloak Wood. For years, Carven tried to get to know more about his past, only getting some hint that his mother was of noble line and his father was a soldier, but he decided in the end to respect Soliana's wishes and bury her past. In the stillness of the glades, she raised her son alone, teaching him the ways of the Moonweaver, Though Carven never walked the path of the clergy, Soliana made certain that he knew Sehanine’s grace and how to wield both wisdom and steel in her name.As a child, Carven held an unshakable fear of ravens, their harsh cries sending shivers down his spine. Yet his mother always softened his unease, telling him, "Do not fear the blackbirds, my little raven. They are not screaming, they are singing." Her words would remain with him, shaping his path in ways he could not yet understand.
Carven grew up between two worlds, the deep, shadowed sanctuary of the Cloak Wood and the bustling streets of Baldur’s Gate. He moved between them freely, learning the ways of humans and other races, and gaining new perspectives without ever forgetting his own people’s traditions. It was in these travels that he first heard the tales of the El’tael, from a wandering Tel-Quessir from Evermeet, the fabled elven bladesingers, those who danced with the Weave, both protectors and warriors of The People. A hero’s calling, this stories had a deep impression on him, seeing the Bladesingers as paragons and examples all warriors should follow.
Then came the Time of Troubles, and with it, the loss that changed him forever. His mother, Soliana, fell ill, and no magic nor prayer could spare her from fate’s hand. After her passing, he mourned her for many nights, trying to understand why the Luminous Cloud took her to Arvandor. Then, her voice rang soft but clear in his reverie: "Do not fear the blackbirds, my little raven. They are not screaming, they are singing." The words she would say to him as a child had meaning now, he finally understood why he had always feared them, because they were heralds of death and endings. He had feared death itself. But in that moment, he realized the truth: the ravens were not wailing in mourning, but singing for those who had departed. With this newfound understanding, Carven took the name Ravescream, vowing to follow the path that Sehanine had set before him, to become a guardian, a wanderer, and a blade against the coming darkness.
His long travels took him far beyond the Cloak Wood, leading him through Amn and towards the vast forest of the Wealdath and the settlement of Y’Tellarien. There, he saw firsthand the plight of his kin, how the city of Murann, with its oppressive rule, sought to stifle the freedom of the elves who called the forest home. He recognized the call of destiny, a sign from Sehanine herself. If The People were to endure, they would need protectors. An El’tael he would become, but to master both blade and magic, he needed guidance.
His training began under the watchful eyes of Padrier Yanna, a learned wizard from Silverymoon, and Vexaenith Uthraessiel, a fellow Sehanite and a talented wizard who deepened his understanding of the Weave, both helped in teaching him to cast his first spell and finding interest in the art of Divination. The journey was arduous, and Carven’s impatience often threatened to undo him. Yet it was Solithiel, a wise kin, who taught him the value of caution and restraint. These lessons, hard-won, became his greatest treasures.
Now, as the growing threat of The Scar looms over Y’Tellarien, Carven knows that his training can never cease. The song of the blade still calls, and the melody of the Weave weaves its intricate path before him, yet some of its tunes are still deaf to his ears. He must be ready, for his people, for Sehanine, and for the destiny that awaits him in the moonlit shadows.
Such is the path he believes the Lady of Dreams has placed before him, and so he walks it with unwavering resolve.
"Death comes for us all, let it find me smiling. I will not cower before the end, but dance to its melody."
-Carven Ravenscream
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