Slisskar was just a hatchling when Corellon provided his first blessing, but he did not see it. The crocodile's bite came down just as he grabbed the arrow shaft sticking out of the muck. In a panic, he curls into a ball holding it upright. He is stunned when the maw doesn’t crush him. The great reptile thrashes about, and yet still cannot devour the hatchling. Finally, the beast stops thrashing, resigning himself to his fate. Slisskar uncurls himself and steps out of the beasts maw unharmed. He ropes the beast and parades him through the clan village, the arrow shaft still holding its mouth open. It needed to be fed he thought. Slisskar grabbed the arrow shaft, the beast instinctively began thrashing about again. He spoke to it. Told it how pretty its scaly hide was, and how it could be a good beast. Slisskar spoke to the reptile and held the shaft till the beast stopped its thrashing. He talked a bit longer until he thought the beast was calm again. Then he yanked arrow shaft out. The great reptile lunged and snapped at Slisskar. Out of instinct more than courage, Slisskar leaped, somersaulting over the snapping maw and thrust the arrow shaft through the top and bottom jaws of the beast, binding them shut. Slisskar climbed atop the beast, straddling it, till it stopped thrashing. Slisskar pulled the arrow haft free. The beast remained calm. It was broken. This was Corellon's second blessing.

The wound healed leaving a star shaped scar. He called it "Sslar". Soon the great reptile began to follow small instructions. Then he took it back into the swamp to hunt. At first Sslar ate most of the prey, but they worked together.

Many months pass; Slisskar and Sslar hone their hunting skills. While out on the hunt, at the edge of the swamp, they stumble upon a battle. Both opponents marked by a shining star, "No, one of those is not a star, it’s a web" Slisskar thinks to himself as the battle rages between these two great opponents. They steal to the waters edge, and watch. The one with the star is pushed back by his opponent. He continues to fallback to the swamp. The giant spider pounces from nowhere to knock the warrior prone in the water. Sslar acts without command crushing the spider in his great maw and dragging it off the man and beneath the water to feast. Slisskar cringes, he doesn't like Spider, let the beast have his meal.

Sputtering as he climbs out of the water the man calls a prayer to his god. His war mace explodes with a brilliant silver star of light as he strikes his opponent down. The man falls bloody and crushed, not to get up. Tired and weak from battle, the 'Star Man', steps out to the water's edge and calls out. "Come out little one, I owe you my life this day". Slisskar, steps out, his hand crossbow raised. "Yoo no skeer Slisskar", he says as he calls Sslar to his side, the great beast lumbering out of the water, still chomping on a spider leg that is hanging out of his great maw. The 'Star Man' sees the scar atop the maw of the reptile and bellows a great laugh. "Blessed be Corellon, I thank you for your gift. You do find beauty in the strangest places. I shall teach him your ways, so that he may teach others. Your will be done Blessed Corellon." This was Corellon's third blessing.

The "Star Man" knelt. He took an amulet from his pouch and placed it about the neck of his new friend. "Blessed be the ward. Accept this gift. Accept the Star of Corellon."
"My temple is not far." The "Star Man" says. He begins his walk. Slisskar follows, reluctantly. The temple elders do not like having a kobold running about. The "Star Man" insists that the little reptilian creature be allowed to learn the ways of Corellon. He tells them of the battle in the swamp. They are reluctant but tolerant of the creature. The Star Man tells the little one that above all he must be ever vigilant against the evil hordes, but to still protect the traditions of his own race. To find beauty in all things, "even the swamp" he adds.

Slisskar and Sslar live at the temple for many seasons. He lives as a hermit with his hunting partner Sslar, to the scorn of the humans who live about. The "Star Man" his only friend. He has taught him many things these many seasons, things he travels back to his clan village often to teach the others of his clan.

One day, Slisskar is nowhere to be found at the temple. The ‘Star Man’ knows; his ward has been called upon by Corellon to do his work. The little creature will be back one day, and that will be a glorious day for Corellon.

"It is in combat, that Corellon blesses you, my scaled little friend" said the Star-man. "For it is only then that Corellon can see that you have made the ugly, brutal, messy art of war a masterful dance of blood and beauty. Corellon sees the struggles, the triumphs, the tragedies. The battle becomes a masterpiece, acted out by his devoted servants. He sees this and weeps tears of joy." We of the "Blood Tears" were among the first to practice the art of war in his name, for even the warrior is an artist. Corellon demands art and beauty, it is why we train so hard, your movements must be eloquent and precise. Come back tomorrow, we will continue in the morning with your training. I want to see what else you can do." The Star-man turned to leave his tall eladrin form disappearing in the haze of incense as he passed through the doorway.

Slisskar never left that evening. The rain came. It fell in large droplets. The training yard turned to a deep thick mud. "Himsss kno" Slisskar thought to himself. "Himsss gives to Slisskar what hims need to show deh 'Star-man'." He looks to the sky and says in a perfect eladrin accent "Blessed Be Corellon".

The Star-man steps out onto the platform, a floor above the training ground. He surveys the area, the rain flooded the area. Another eladrin steps to the platform. "This should make it interesting. Where is your ward this morning, Alefulwel." The man bellows with laughter. "You are a fool, allowing that beast as your ward. You, and it, are a discrace. I will have excommunicated for your arrogance in thinking that THING could EVER be beautiful in any way."

Alefulwel smiles. He nods to the game keeper. The drake sloshes out into the training ground. its steps making a wet sucking sounds as it clumsily slops through the mud. The crocodile's thrash comes as a sudden surprise. It reaches the drake in short order. The little kobold comes from out of nowhere, being flung from the tail whip of of his beast, sommersaults over the drake. His whips crack like thunder. The drake's movement is restriced in the mud but the kobold seems to be right at home in the muck.

"Watch his dance brother. You just might learn something." Alefulwel says with a smile. "The drake must now split its time between he and his companion." The thunder of whips crack again and again as the drake roars in defiance.

The two dance around the drake, bait and strike. Feint, parry and strike. The Kobold bounds onto the back of his companion. Thunder rolls, this time it is not the whips. The droplets begin to fall. Big wet droplets. yet the little Kobold continues his onslaught. His companion moves for the throat. Its movement timed to toss his master. The whips crack and mix with the thunder, landing their mark as the Kobold touches the ground. The drake falls, it's throat in the crocodiles mouth.

Alefulwel smiles. "Only Corellon could teach a beast to dance like that brother. And if you cannot find it in your heart to allow him to learn to channel that beauty to heal those around him with every strike of those whips of his I suggest you take a look in the mirror. For I WILL train him. Blessed Be Corellon." Nonchalantly he pulls a mirror from his pouch and hands it to his comrade in arms. The man looks into the mirror to see a single fleck of the drakes blood tearing down his cheek.

Without looks back at his brother in arms, Alefulwel, says "Corellon wept at such an eloquent dance. He will be a 'Blood Tear'." as he looks on at his ward with pride. He will teach him the ways of battle. How to help others see the blessed light of Corellon through the art of war.