History

Sylvis’s upbringing was no different to any other child born into nobility, he was the eldest child spoiled by soft-hearted parents. For a Dormona it is hard to imagine their place outside the field of Law and while this would eventually become Sylvis’s future, it was not his original venture. A curiosity bloomed for healing, pulling Sylvis down a different beginning. The young elf was surprisingly well suited to the art of healing, he flourished through his years in education where he was surprisingly studious, even if he was the annoying rich kid.

Sylvis was still a college student when an earthquake levelled a town on the southwestern border, a small college troop answered the call for aid and travelled to support the region. They were met with conditions worse than originally thought and the team were quickly put to work. Sylvis, as inexperienced as he was, was sheltered from the worst but his tutor, Mathis, an academic cleric with little field experience, started to sink beneath the pressure. Working around the clock he struggled with the lack of resources and the needs of the people, more and more was asked of his tutor and the healer gave more than he could give. Sylvis watched Mathis, a man he admired, push past his limits and spiral into dark depths. Then, one chilly morning Mathis got up and left without a word, never seen in Delverne again.

The students were quietly shipped back to the safety of the college where all mentions of their tutor were met with uncomfortable silence and excuses as if he was an embarrassment to the department. Sylvis saw a whole life of academic achievements, prestige and dedication gone with one poor decision, an uncomfortable fact that would stick with Sylvis. He was left to wonder what his life would be like should he continue his academic path with such blind dedication. 

The longer Sylvis studied, the more suffocated by the pressure to become a perfect healer for Delverne - a role, in his mind, that was fated to the slow death of endless work. As his academic life faltered, he found a growing disdain for ever-higher expectations for Delverne’s greater good. He felt whatever greatness he could achieve would never be enough in the polished machine he called home. There was no point in trying to be great or even good. He had to find a way out of the path his passion had led him down. He confided to his parents and professors and turned to the careful out that beckoned every Dormona: Law.

If you asked Sylvis, his remaining years in education are very much a blur. The history and rule of Law quickly became his preferred suffering over the slow death being a healer in service to Delverne would have been. He fondly recalls the parties, decadence and the carnality of the time. But, a terrible choice in passion and affection taught Sylvis the limits of his power and risked losing it all. A Dormona, as young and useless as Sylvis, would have been crushed by a mere second of the revered Elestae family’s attention. Unwilling to lose face by turning to his family for help Sylvis turned to another, Rathare Demors, for salvation. Almost overnight the headache that plagued Sylvis disappeared without a trace, leaving Sylvis free to better understand the limits of his power and grow his budding influence. His aspirations had settled on Lumis’ influence and wealth with a jealous need. A path ahead had been formed.

Sylvis was and is not the only eligible Dormona in the position to inherit Lumis’ position as the head of the family. Knowing this he worked just hard enough to keep himself as the most desirable option, often turning to underhand ways to spoil the chances of his sister and cousins. While the world outside spun from peace to tragedy and eventually war, Sylvis remained isolated in his kingdom of wealth, greed, and indulgence with only one goal guiding his way: To remain as the heir of Lumis Dormona.