I am Ęlfric the Wise.
I am imbued with the powers of wind, frost, and thought.
I was once an alchemist at an ancient court; my powers, which secretly I had learned from my selkie mother, were in high demand; kings and princes of far-off lands sought my occult aid and funded my experiments generously. Then I did it. I solved the great mystery and created the Philosopher's Stone. No sooner had I tasted a drop of the Elixir of Life than my very essence was burned away and the naked divine spark that lies within all life was freed in me. I know not whether I was the first, or the last, but in that moment I became a God.
If any who knew me before could see me now, I would look a strange sight indeed. Imagine, if you will, a whirlwind carved out of ice, crackling with lightning, yet somehow all quiet and motionless - provided my mood is calm. Imagine then that this whirlwind extends in hundreds of dimensions unknown to mortal minds a whirlwind with corners, too many corners, twisting in ways the eye cannot follow. Imagine this scene now turned inside-out, as if you are always inside the whirlwind looking out, and that the whirlwind nevertheless retains the fundamental aspect of a young, brash, perhaps slightly unhinged experimental alchemist with a certain inhuman quality - well, the inhuman quality is perhaps less strange now. Still, that is a fair description, I think, of my nature, of the transformation wrought upon me by divine energy.
