Welcome to Daugther of the Dark Elf, a Dragonlance-related blog. I know that there isn't much going on since I've just created this blog today, but there will be news that are related to the wonderful world of Dragonlance.
My name is Raistlina Autumleaf, a Silvanesti Elf. I am Black-Robed Wizard who just passed the Test of High Sorcery. I grew up with my uncle, Northio, and my cousin, Kitria, after my mother died during childbirth. Years ago, I’ve encounted a mage with a strange marking on his chest that resembled a palm print who came to visit my uncle. That very same day, I’ve learned that mage happens to be the Dark Elf known as Dalamar, and he happens to be my true father.
He met and later married my mother, Nerya, years ago. He was there on the day of my birth, naming me after his Shalafi, Raistlin Majere. After my mother died, Dalamar asked my uncle to adopt me because he was too grief-stricken to raise me because I looked like my late mother, and returned to the Tower of High Sorcery in Palanthas to continue with his current love: magic.
I’ve decided to follow in my father’s footsteps by becoming a wizard myself. The news of my decision to study dark magic upsetted everyone in Silvanost, and therefore I was exiled. But, my uncle and cousin decided to come with me, despite the fact I wanted to be a Black-Robed Wizard, because they’ve promised my father years ago that they’ll stand by me no matter what the future held in store for me.
