Taluk was born deep in a forest to the east of Juran. In that forest was a small village of forest gnomes, very few know where the village is besides the gnomes that live there. Taluk lived an a small tree home on the edge of the village, he lived there with his mother and father, both were Illusionists. At a young age Taluk was noticed to be a bit different then the other children he was anti social and was a bit bigger then the other gnome children. In no way was he big but to a forest gnome he was a little large. While Taluk was still a boy both his parents died. Taluk said they were sick and he tried to look after them but they died in their sleep. A few couples tried to take him in but he insisted that he could take care of himself in his home. For many years he lived on his own not leaving often, and never having idle conversation with others. Taluks was always avoided something about was different and no one had the nerve to bother him. One thing was known about Taluk though he was interested in magic as he had borrowed every book in the village that had anything in the least to do with the weave. He never asked to be the student under any of the village mages not that many were left after his parents passed on. By his young adulthood he was never seen out of his home except to collect books, herbs or plants. Once in a while strange noises were heard from Taluks home, most of the time it sounded like the whispers of conversation or a soft chant. The strange thing was Taluk was the only one seen enter or leave the tree house. Around and on the tree in which he lived a strange black moss began to grow, it seemed to keep the area rather dark even on the sunny days. Taluk did leave for some months, but came back wearing a hooded robe and some say he had a sort silver thing around his wrists. For the rest of his adult years in the village he was never seen without the dark hooded robe. The villagers wanted Taluk to leave but they knew not how to tell him. Something about him they had a fear of him, they didnt know Taluk. For years none had seen him leave his home, the only reason they knew he was alive was the noises. The noises the chanting became more frequent one year they were almost every night. Some heard the words dark sun in the chants. After a few weeks of this one evening after sun down the tree home was set ablaze. A tattered robed figure was seen wander into the forest cackling softly to itself, as the tree burned to the ground. No one followed it was to important to keep the fire under control.