triquetra system journal- aerlar, (replies open but only if take me seriously as i have fears you will not)
i arrived only minutes ago, my first thought was that i am not hte one before me, but i still have the dysphoria of elven ears, then i know im an eldarin, also known as the sylvian elves. i had a thought of hunger so i consumed the food offered to me, i then attempted to do some of the work asked of me. as of now i have little memory but i sense it will come later. all i know is that i was part of the golgari, as well as my name aerlan, eryn.
i was part of the golgari swarm of ravnica, the golgari often compare themselves to an organism, each member acting as a cell. their main job is to maintain the sewers and trash of ravnica, sorting what could be reused and piling into the deep sewers what can not. i am an eldarin, also known as a sylvian elf, i know little else at the moment
i remember i was an izzet experiment, a combination between angel (aasimar varient) and eldarin (a rare subspecies of elf related to the ancient fey). i was dead so they through me away, where i was found by the golgari swarm, and resurrected. i was raised by the swarm. my specialty was scavenging lost objects that still had value, like devices or metal. i could also use my "heavenly" smite and light to drive off the creatures of the undercity, keeping me safe while scavenging.
i made a picture just now
https://ibb.co/JKjb5qw
i think i use to draw alot, i had a krasis creature that made ink for me. i often drew things, mostly the images that came to me, aasimar in ravnica are linked to nothing, they recieve divine images with no meaning. they were scattered all over my quarters, papers and drawings, often times over one another. at times i could be drawing for hours, or even days, forgetting to eat the little food and water that i needed.
the krasis i had was in a tank, it excreted its own ink into a pool that it could breathe in, much like an aquatic creature. it was a fish of sorts, i found it one time when sorting through trash in the zonots of precienct 5
i keep instinctively trying to stretch my wings, normally they would be folded into the back and when i stretch them outward they would glow. it was a habit most people resented
my wings can only go through light fabric, however with some adjusting my wings can slide through a heavier fabric with difficulty. anything more solid such as a wall or the back of a chair makes my wings fold into dorment state
today im writing from my now biological grandparents house, but im not sure if my grandfather (im just gonna call him that) could even be called that, for he doesnt deserve the title. accusing me of things that are half baked and cant even bother to accuse me in person, its dishonorable.
someone who i thought i could trust also told me i dont exist, told us we were faking. this weekend trip is turning out a disaster, the d&d session i was meant to participate in flopped aswell
