My name is Dagon Darklor:

I was visiting Wehnimer's Landing from my village in Danjirland, living in the hidden settlement, safe from the forces that rage just outside of it. I saw a vision before me, a red-haired, green eyed woman of unbelievable beauty. I followed her, my heart leaping at the sight of her as I caught glimpses through the crowd. She entered the Silvergate Inn, an expensive establishment, beyond my means at the time. I couldn't enter normally, so I quickly snuck in the back and put on a waiter's uniform.

There I saw a scene that broke my heart. The sudden focus of my very being was crying by the time I entered, tearing roses she had been wearing from her and throwing them at the feet of a man I learned had been her husband, Strendor. They were in the bar, and she was crying;begging him not to leave,but it was hopeless and she ran from the room crying, taking the ring from her finger, ending her marriage. As each rose hit the floor, a piece of my heart was ripped from my chest and thrown in a fire. The pain she felt burned deep into my chest and I wanted to scream as well. Knowing the strength of those around, I controlled myself, finishing the evening as a waiter, then carefully retrieving each rose from where they had fallen and placed them in a book.

I kept that book with me always as I searched for a teacher of the mystic arts. She wished to have a faithful husband who was a wizard, and I was determined to mend her heart if it required I ring happiness from the sun for her. I worked hard, mastering the arts as fast as possible, for I could not bring myself to go to her as less then an accomplished wizard. My goal foremost in my mind, I also chose the harder path of Voln, though many felt the other would be of greater aid. I knew she would settle for nothing less then someone pure of heart. I found many to aid me, Lord Landrag Myriss and Lady Sorshalyn, even a strange ranger named Geshtai Myrhiss, his demeanor crude if friendly.

Then the gods decided to play a trick on my plans. I went in to check my favor with the Gods of Liabo at the Voln monastery and there I saw her again, aiding those in need. She offered to help before I asked, and soon I had the object of my desire within arm's reach, though still unattainable. The anguish was excrutiating. It was even worse when she promised to aid my quest, though she knew not it was her that was the focus of it. She took me to Icemule Trace and helped me hunt snow spectres. Though she aided me greatly, we stayed in areas I would hunt normally. Her generosity knew no bounds, and Geshtia came as well to help me with mana.

Then as I was training, Geshtai decided to play a prank. He told Resurrectra that she was the object of my quest when she asked him. Coming back with a cup of cider for her, I noticed an uncomfortable silence from her and him grinning with satisfaction. Then she asked me if she was the object of my quest in a voice that nearly crushed me. I was sure she thought me either moronic or insane. I admitted it to her, and handed her the book holding her roses, all pressed between the pages of the prayerbook. She was cautious, trying not to hurt my feelings but not ready to give her heart so easily after so much heartache. She allowed me to court her, and my heart leaped at the news, knowing I had not been summarily dismissed.

I hunted when she was around, and long after she went to sleep, forcing myself to the limit. I dragged anyone I knew to help me hunt and went on my own when no one else would. I bought her more flowers, took her to dinner and dancing, even picnics. Then as I lay dead in grey orcs, she came and brought back my soul. In her stress she let slip the words that I had lived to hear for too long, "I love you".

I asked Landrag to buy me engagement rings and gave him the money for them. He arrived back the same day and I awaited her return. When she arrived I grabbed her up and before she knew what was happening I had asked Lady Alisanne to witness as I proposed to Resurrectra in front of the wedding arch. I was on the brink of oblivion, but didn't care. I saw happiness on her face again. Then she said yes, and I knew my life was blessed. Since then we have been planning the wedding and I have been working even harder to be stronger, my goal nearly complete. I love her with every fiber of my being, and my life will not be complete until we wear each others rings.