Without Memory

Larin wakes up under a briar in a snow-filled mountain forest with no memory of himself, and with not a scrap on him or any sign of how he got there. Accepting help from a crofter, he begins trying to recover some knowledge of who he is, and why he keeps dreaming of a twilight elvara, and in an act of passionate lovemaking that could not have happened where he had found himself. With a determination, he sets out to the west, seeking guidance first from the Pass Station in the Pass of Jyord, and then, if that doesn't work, further west, in the lowlands. Who is he? And why does he have strange abilities with his skin, the ability to change it with little more than a thought? Is he cursed by some shaman? Or is there more to Larin's identity than even he guesses?