Ah, how nice it is to set quill to paper in the same fashion as bards of old. I am Talesin Pastelxaan, but a humble drow tale-gatherer. My beginnings were simple enough, but I found the most fascinating creature I have to date. This creature was Lorbache, the ever-changing Goddess, and she sat once in a small mystical grove to speak to me.
Here in is the tale she bid me to give to the world.

Lorbache Onyx.

This simple goddess was formed from the will of Change, and the desire of Fate. Some give tale that she is the Daughter to Vall, the embodiment of Order itself, but she admitted no such thing to me. Some also speak of her being the Child of Chaos, the embodiment of Chaos incarnate, but again, she never said she was such. She said that she awoke, gained consciousness if you will, and began to see. Being change, she explained gave her insight into things that no other god could touch, as she was the only of her member of the immortalhood. There was no other incarnation, simply Lorbache. She never felt sorrow at this, for her godly mind was beyond the way of mortal thought. She said it was nearly impossible to describe in a mortal tongue how exactly she was, but she did say one word that lasted, Ever-changing.

She would change forms, shift this way and that, attend another race, and feature another species. Her body would remain similar, but unnaturally alien to most mortals that laid eyes upon her. She spoke that to us, this was the "Beginning Time", before our history even began, and that she tired quickly of the stagnation of the realm as it grew. She, with the lack of change for several thousand centuries, fell into a coma-like state, away from the realm and above the influence of the actions there. She remained so for "quite some time", as she put it.

Many things changed without her, as she explained, she had influence over and will about change, but was not the pure driving force Change itself. Naturally, things went on, our cultures and races were created amongst the two great beings Chaos and Vall, and we grew as a realm. However, not too long ago as she explained again, there was a rather large change to the realm that had enough power to drive her from her long sleep. A powerful force sought to take the realm, and Zhalith took the brunt of the force, changing that realm to this. And hence, Lorbache awoke.

When she first gleaned ideals that she indeed was awake and it was some mortal time later, she wandered there and this about the realm. Mortals who saw her deemed many things of her, and her great everlasting change of shape. She said some saw her change of "forms", calling her "Bad Luck". Others saw "Good Omens", within her appearance. Others yet would see her, calling that she was the eternal youth, and a patroness of Motherhood, a great womanly change. She wandered, and in her wanderings discovered much, (some previously known and some not) things that others wished to use. Her sometimes rather pointed opinions would bring certain mortals to seek things within and without themselves, causing them to call her the goddess of Discoveries and Exploration. (These could have been either spiritual or physical, she did mention as an addendum.)

But within all this, Lorbache was blissfully ignorant, and very godlike in mind. She had no ideas of the mortal ways, yet felt much with her connection to all change. She stated that sometimes a person's change would send a bit of emotion or a flash of memory to her, and she would see mortal things through these "flashes" of inspiration. She grew to desire these, as they were so changing, every taste left her for a hunger for knowledge of these wondrous creatures she took form of. Each emotion slowly took shape in her; it was as if she were as slow as the creation of the realm, she did offer. She went to a secret cavern, and within, grew marvelous crystals, ones larger than any can imagine with mortal eyes. She moved them, with her godly powers to another place, only known to immortal kind, and there, watched as these special crystals showed her all within the realms, Past and Present. And she admitted silently, future.

As Lorbache progressed, she began to show herself for lengths of time to mortals; even befriending those she could. She was "flighty" as she called it, and very unable to keep her train of thought. Her anger was easily gained, as well as her care. And in the next moment, either would disappear as if it never existed. She came to know the Fated, a clan lead by a god named Mouseglove, the embodiment of Knowledge. At last she thought, a way to see what it truly is that lies within each mortal. Lorbache knew not of the difference of the struggle between Good and Evil. She knew nothing of order and chaos, save Vall and Chaos, with whom she claimed to have spoken a few brief times, as she was not linear. She knew nothing of true emotion or true knowledge, save her small discoveries and explorations.

This was when she met a mortal named Moonglade. Other mortals simply charmed her, played child-like games with her, and even angered her. He spoke softly, kindly and always took great care to enjoy her as herself, immortal. She did go very quiet at this time, a small tear running down her smooth cheek, her very face expressed with very heartfelt sorrow.

She explained this mortal fell in love with her, even asking her to marry him. She felt this mortal so very precious that she readily agreed to anything he wished. Marriage as she said, he explained, was simply naught but doing everything the same as you always had, only with a small ring. She laughed and found great delight in this, seeing not the true meaning of matrimony.

It was then, that mortals around the realms that knew of her began to strictly disbelieve in her godhood. Being an embodiment, she was not fully affected as god of "religious" aspect might be, but it did harm her. She could not fully explain this, but she suggested that it was similar to a poison in her veins. She grew ill, and the very negativity drew her into her first "depression". She took her own leave, moving to the company of other immortals, the first being Grimslayde, who was Grimslayde Scaria at the time, son of Indi the Queen of the Damned and Jizmak the Gusher. (Who shortly disappeared after impregnating Indi.) She spoke to him, and told him of her dilemma. And at this time, she again could not explain how, he took her, drinking her blood in his vampiric fashion. She said that her form was similar to a mortal's at that time, and her blood was very powerful, something that Grimslayde could use for many sort of magics, and aid him in his hunger for power.

She spoke that he suggested she not fall to the depression and perhaps seek out the other immortals for their tales of experience with mortals, as his was very limited, which he meant it to be. She said that she thought of this, and went out. She saw Moonglade again, pleased that she could share this new knowledge (actually raised for herself after all this time,) with him. She showed him her chamber, and that she had seen him in the realm previous. He was surprised by all her new wonders, but then, she spoke of her encounter with Grimslayde. Moonglade grew very pained she explained, for he had expected Lorbache to value their engagement as he did. He left her then, making her almost deathly ill. She explained at the time, it made no sense to her, but only that he was gone from her completely.

She grew so ill, that she sought out his sovereign, Mouseglove, for advice on healing procedures on her neck. (She explained again that her magical wound from Grimslayde's bite had reopened and bled profusely.) Mouseglove spoke to her for some time in his soft manner, and finally explained that she had hurt Moonglade in a way that her immortal mind could accept. This furthered the depression, and she uttered the words, " I wish I was not as I am." The Fates heard. Mouseglove sent for his Shadowspirits, along with a book on how Lorbache could glean more information on mortal kind. Inside was outlined a tale of Cauchemar, and how he once performed a ritual where a mortal and he were "fused" together and he had all the experience from that mortals life. However, Mouseglove explained, this would eradicate the mortal. There would be no more of the mortal left. Lorbache was taken aback, for if nothing else, she had known harm, and what it meant to cause it. She pleaded with Mouseglove to explain, and he did, saying that this would be the only way to get what she truly wished. "To be as she was not."

Lorbache thought on this, withdrawing from all, watching everything she could in her crystals. Her mind filled and expanded again, her youth seeping from her as she did, her innocence expelling somewhat. She stopped again for a brief pause, a glimmer of simple delight in recalling her past nature. She began again, explaining that she sought this book and ritual actively now. Mouseglove disappeared from the realm quite suddenly, and somehow, Fate made its message clear. It was her duty to find him. She went to the library, finally found the book, and took it to the only one she knew was able to perform such rituals. A true ogre shaman, Grimslayde. At this time, he had again risen in power, realizing his true shape, the Lord of the Dead. It was risky, she admitted, even with one such as he to take this upon themselves. He agreed to the ritual for a price to be taken after the ritual was over, to which she agreed. It was accomplished, with the assistance of a mortal named Saffyre. Saffyre, she explained, gave herself to Lorbache willingly, meaning for something of all her worldly knowledge to always remain, as well as assist that which Saffyre deemed truly innocent, Lorbache.

Grimslayde took on his deathly aspect, lifting Lorbache into the grim ritual and his column of light. She spun, watching as Saffyre's essence tied with her own, expelling her forever from the realm. Grimslayde carried the body to Anam Gate (the death gate to the Aurealian Realms, and Lorbache lay unconscious. She awoke to see the gate slightly through Grimslayde's portal, and the passage of the body into oblivion. She grew cold, withdrawing Grimslayde's cloak from him, and for sometime later, with this new insight, they spoke at length, each finally understanding the other.

Lorbache then returned the book, and spent much time in the Fated library, learning histories of the realm with her mind, as well as her eyes as she had in her crystal chamber. Her emotions seemed to surge and quell in this time, she explained, and she lived a life time's experience in one brief time. She left the Library prepared for her search for Lord Mouseglove.