To those who find this message, be calm, for I am gone. How or when I can not say for I am neither alive nor dead, but I still am.
My name was Orinthaor, Son of Dalorn and Dalom. Elven mage of Durinthin and Druid of Skarrad.
When I was born, the seas were not blue or green or even red. The seas were just clear and from there clarity I was conceived. They raised me from their icy depths, through spells long lost to the mists of time, and tasked me with the naming of all things.
The Sea was the Sea, ocean, waves, and currents. The properties of it wet, warm cold, salty, sweet, frigid, tasteful and tasteless, and finnally the font, ended, revealer, and so much more.
The Gods and God they had me name, along with every star and heavenly body. The trees, plants, animals, and all beings of the world I had been tasked to name, none escaped my notice, or my wrath. It wasn't long, before, in time, I knew every spell and true-name of everything and being. Not one person did not know of me, but few ever knew me. All they knew of my past, was that I was conceived in the sea when it still clear, before the moon was thrust high into the sky, back when Magics were free, and dark things good.
I was blinded by hubris, and for it I have paid time and time again. I am old now, as these words are being transcribed, yet my will is still sharp, well enough so I may see this tale to its end. In the end, in my mission and in life, I failed and succeeded, fathering life and death, across the young cosmos.
This is my tale, as I saw it, transcribed by the dreamer who received this vision. Soon I will reveal my truths, but not yet. After all, this to be my biography, and all biographies have a beginning. So sit back relax, crack open an ale, and watch as my tale unfolds.