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<blockquote data-quote="Eosin the Red" data-source="post: 1949287" data-attributes="member: 168"><p>Let me be the thousandth person to say - "Way cool" to you Kai Lord and to WAR.</p><p></p><p><u><strong>Jaran Enverness</strong></u></p><p></p><p>It all changed the day the gods took my father away. I was with him in the great hall when they entered. In truth, I don’t remember much of the actual fight nor the death of my father. I do remember holding his hand and the look on his face as the light faded from his eyes; it was one of sadness and surprise. He tried to tell me something; I cannot help but believe it must have been important since it was so hard for him to breathe. Lord, how he struggled to tell me. I am shamed for I could not pick my own fathers voice out from the clanging of swords. In one final surge of life, he pressed a medallion into my hand. I swear that the unicorn on the medallion was glowing when I first saw it but as his light faded so did the light of the medallion. </p><p></p><p>Glorin, my guardian and companion, said I took my fathers sword and joined the battle. The men were trying to get to me out and away from the danger but I was lost in some kind of a fugue or battle trance. He said I had never fought like that; indeed, he seems to think that few have ever fought as I did that day. He carried me out after a horned dagger took the wind and nearly the life from me.</p><p></p><p>It was days before anyone was able to tend to my wounds and by then I had lapsed into a fevered world of laughing demons and fire breathing dragons. I felt the Night Lords hands reaching for me in the darkness, seeking to snuff me out to the last. Once I think I smiled at a toothless crone who was packing my wounds in mud of some sort. </p><p></p><p>Unable to bear the torments of demons and fire breathing gods of darkness, the angel Avalloc and his kin opened the stars to me. A bright light from beyond the stars called me home to be with my father. It was my father; he stood waiting for me among the angels. He was young and full of vigor, not as he had been the last few years when the blood cough had him. </p><p></p><p>The Lord of the Angels, the Shining Wrath of Ro, Avalloc waited while his companions came to me. First was the Silver Warrior, Brynn. His voice was contemptuous and scornful, <em>“Lo though you are welcome in my father’s house it is with shame, for you have failed to bring wrath and war upon those who would take what we have given you to defend all of the people of Middea from the depredations of the Ennwrathi. You are as a mewling kitten lost and afraid of the world without a <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /> in your mouth. I will not aide you to journey with the Lord of Storms when you were but a zephyr in life.”</em> So speaking, the Silver Warrior turned his back on me and my father. </p><p></p><p>Aislin known to scholars as the mistress of logic and light came next. She spoke to me and laid a hand upon my breast. <em>“Oh, young Jaran. I do pity thee for you are lost and blinded by shadows. Unable to shed light and reason on your condition. As one who dwells in the shadows, you are lost to me.”</em> I felt a cool wetness on my forehead and the heat of a goddess’s breath. Then she also turned away from me and moved to stand with the Silver Warrior.</p><p></p><p>Finally, Avalloc himself came to me. I could hear the rasping of his sword as it cleared its sheath and came to rest on my shoulder. <em>“Little one, you come to us unfulfilled and your father has asked us to sit in judgment of you. You are yet unworthy to travel beyond time where the righteous dwell. There are unsung songs and in the great harmony of the universe, your voice must find its place. My kin have laid the way for you, if you listen to their words. Unsheathe your sword and right the wrongs done to your family, remove the shadows that cloud your vision and dwell again in the light. I also have use for you, as Ro has use for me, but you are yet too young for this.”</em> His blade lifted from my shoulder and touched my brow <em>“Return to where you came from Jaran Envernes and know that death is no release from your duty. You are my liegeman and I have need of you.”</em></p><p></p><p>All three angels began to speak as the form of my father hurtled toward the great light in the distant stars. </p><p></p><p><strong><em>“All memories of light and dark return</em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>We command this rising soul to forsake the sleeping. </em></strong></p><p><strong><em>He is an ember that has leapt from the hearth </em></strong></p><p><strong><em>For he has come alone, from a place of fire</em></strong></p><p><strong><em>He has come from the altar of the west where once we fell.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em>The sanctuary where the shadow wakes and fires fail.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>Now awaken in this ritual, as a spark upon tinder</em></strong></p><p><strong><em>A Light returns to battle with the Dark.” </em> </strong> </p><p></p><p>Soon after, I woke in Ormond. Glorin was all that was left of my guard and he was sorely wounded during the escape. We traveled north when I could again walk, which was not for some time. There in Highwall I became a man, I also became a warrior. All too soon, rumors began to circulate in the capitol and my identity was uncovered. Once again, I found myself running from assassins but not before one of the strangest events in my life.</p><p></p><p>I had taken to riding with scouts into the mountains, occasionally taking missions to monitor trollkin movements. On this occasion, we spotted a large band of trollkin moving at a good clip with several captives. </p><p></p><p>An Athan Re scouting party had been caught in the open and taken by the vicious brutes. Later we discovered how dear a price the Trollkin paid to get these three nature walkers. I followed along with one other scout, our companions returning to Ormond to inform the Duchess. On the fifth day, our prey entered a cavern complex. My companion and I were exhausted and needed to rest but were fearful of being so far north. I took first watch, which was uneventful and then woke up Marston for his watch. During my sleep, Marston was set on by Trollkin and was slain for I awoke to find his body several dozen yards away. It still puzzles me how they could have missed me?</p><p></p><p>Shortly after waking, the trollkin began to move with their captives once more. Unable to return to Ormond without aid, I did the only thing I could do; follow the Trollkin. We traveled north for days deep into the heart of the Avalkhmar [the Dire Wastes]; despairing to never survive the journey, I began to plot a way to free the captives.</p><p></p><p>I eventually decided to attack the Trollkin while they camped and had gone about getting ready for my final stand when I stumbled on a human ranger sitting near a bog. He had been watching me and told me I was about to kill myself. Together we made some plans and before they broke up camp, we slew the trollkin. The ranger said he knew the nature walkers but they did not appear any bit friendly towards the grizzled warrior.</p><p></p><p>We all worked our way back south where companies parted and I was given some directions and a map that assisted me in my return through the mountains. A day after returning to Ormond one of the Athan Re appeared in my chambers and bid me to follow her into the garden. My head swam with the delicate aroma. </p><p></p><p><em>“Your blood sings to me. Blood calls to blood.” </em> </p><p></p><p>I was puzzled over her words, she must have sensed it. <em>“You have the mark of the angels on you. Your blood is the blood of my kin. It is the blood of angels. Tonight you must flee this place. A great darkness looms here twisting a web of the finest spiders silk. If you stay, you will be snared.”</em></p><p></p><p>The delicate voice stilled the song of the night birds. <em>“Take your sword and the medallion of your father but leave your other possessions.”</em> Her hand took mine and pressed a warm ring of gold into it. <em>“This ring will guard you and protect you.” </em> </p><p></p><p>With assassins and who knows what else about, it was time to depart Ormond. I drifted south to the lands of Wingate where I apprenticed myself to some of the finest swordsmen in all of Middea. I worked hard those final two years learning tricks and skill with the sword that few can challenge. I also learned about leadership and subterfuge fighting deep within the Ravenswood where a war of illusion and stealth has raged for more than a decade.</p><p></p><p>Girded with skill and courage, I returned to the lands of my father to seek out those who had taken everything from me. The year has been hard, I have lost many friends but found many more. The White Knights of Enverness took my spiritual guide, Father Kalan; I pray nightly that he was quickly delivered to Ro. It was he who convinced me that I had indeed passed into Aion [Heaven]. Kalan believed that I had a special destiny, believing me to be the man referred to in the Book of Prophecies as the Second Champion in one verse and Ro’s Anointed in another. At first, I had difficulty believing such words had been spoken centuries before my time but Kalan was able to point out references in several texts. In time, he made me see the truth of his words. I struggle nightly knowing that I am a pawn in some greater battle and unaware of my place in it. I continue to have faith and pray that Ro will fortify me for the duty he has set. I continue to struggle against the forces that have already sent me to the grave once, not even death will make me relent from my chosen task. </p><p></p><p><u><strong>Shining Moment</strong></u></p><p>Jaran Enverness is a haunted man tormented by dreams of his father’s death and of his own. Each night he dreams of that battle but each night the nightmare comes closer to being defeated. Jaran’s dream always take place in the great hall but instead of the child who fell to a horned blade that day Jaran sees himself as he is today. As his skill increases, the battle becomes closer and closer. He is sure that someday soon he will triumph in the dream battle. The dream always starts with the shadowy forces of men and demons pulling his father to the ground delivering their savage cuts while Jaran leaps from the stair among them.</p><p></p><p><u><strong>Description</strong></u></p><p>Jaran is a big man with wide shoulders. His white hair flows like a lion’s mane when he enters battle or does not keep it bound. Though he is young, his shockingly blue eyes hold an intensity and a sadness that is unfathomable. Jaran is human but few who have seen him in battle would describe him that way, they would say that he was a great cat locked in the body of a man. He is a predator born to kill - not from malice or depravity but simply because that is what predators do. </p><p></p><p><strong>Side notes: </strong> Jaran really does have the blood of the angels flowing in his veins and though he can pass for human, there is something to him that is not of this world. The setting has a Celtic flavor to it.</p><p></p><p><strong>Equipment:</strong> Jaran carries the gilded bastard sword of his father. It is the finest Kaladian Steel [Damascian] that can be bought with coin. The steel of the blade has smokey patterns to it while the cross hilt and quillions are engraved with knotwork.</p><p></p><p>The Ring given to him by the sorceress is more than a simple loop. It is more of a bracelet that terminates with a silvered ring. The band starts as a bracelet with numerous threads running across the top of his hand in pattern. Where the threads or chains meet there is a small gem in a flat setting. Each of these connects to each other and then into the ring.</p><p></p><p>The medallion of his father is the house emblem. It is made of silver with amber patterned into a unicorn.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Eosin the Red, post: 1949287, member: 168"] Let me be the thousandth person to say - "Way cool" to you Kai Lord and to WAR. [U][B]Jaran Enverness[/B][/U] It all changed the day the gods took my father away. I was with him in the great hall when they entered. In truth, I don’t remember much of the actual fight nor the death of my father. I do remember holding his hand and the look on his face as the light faded from his eyes; it was one of sadness and surprise. He tried to tell me something; I cannot help but believe it must have been important since it was so hard for him to breathe. Lord, how he struggled to tell me. I am shamed for I could not pick my own fathers voice out from the clanging of swords. In one final surge of life, he pressed a medallion into my hand. I swear that the unicorn on the medallion was glowing when I first saw it but as his light faded so did the light of the medallion. Glorin, my guardian and companion, said I took my fathers sword and joined the battle. The men were trying to get to me out and away from the danger but I was lost in some kind of a fugue or battle trance. He said I had never fought like that; indeed, he seems to think that few have ever fought as I did that day. He carried me out after a horned dagger took the wind and nearly the life from me. It was days before anyone was able to tend to my wounds and by then I had lapsed into a fevered world of laughing demons and fire breathing dragons. I felt the Night Lords hands reaching for me in the darkness, seeking to snuff me out to the last. Once I think I smiled at a toothless crone who was packing my wounds in mud of some sort. Unable to bear the torments of demons and fire breathing gods of darkness, the angel Avalloc and his kin opened the stars to me. A bright light from beyond the stars called me home to be with my father. It was my father; he stood waiting for me among the angels. He was young and full of vigor, not as he had been the last few years when the blood cough had him. The Lord of the Angels, the Shining Wrath of Ro, Avalloc waited while his companions came to me. First was the Silver Warrior, Brynn. His voice was contemptuous and scornful, [I]“Lo though you are welcome in my father’s house it is with shame, for you have failed to bring wrath and war upon those who would take what we have given you to defend all of the people of Middea from the depredations of the Ennwrathi. You are as a mewling kitten lost and afraid of the world without a :):):) in your mouth. I will not aide you to journey with the Lord of Storms when you were but a zephyr in life.”[/I] So speaking, the Silver Warrior turned his back on me and my father. Aislin known to scholars as the mistress of logic and light came next. She spoke to me and laid a hand upon my breast. [I]“Oh, young Jaran. I do pity thee for you are lost and blinded by shadows. Unable to shed light and reason on your condition. As one who dwells in the shadows, you are lost to me.”[/I] I felt a cool wetness on my forehead and the heat of a goddess’s breath. Then she also turned away from me and moved to stand with the Silver Warrior. Finally, Avalloc himself came to me. I could hear the rasping of his sword as it cleared its sheath and came to rest on my shoulder. [I]“Little one, you come to us unfulfilled and your father has asked us to sit in judgment of you. You are yet unworthy to travel beyond time where the righteous dwell. There are unsung songs and in the great harmony of the universe, your voice must find its place. My kin have laid the way for you, if you listen to their words. Unsheathe your sword and right the wrongs done to your family, remove the shadows that cloud your vision and dwell again in the light. I also have use for you, as Ro has use for me, but you are yet too young for this.”[/I] His blade lifted from my shoulder and touched my brow [I]“Return to where you came from Jaran Envernes and know that death is no release from your duty. You are my liegeman and I have need of you.”[/I] All three angels began to speak as the form of my father hurtled toward the great light in the distant stars. [B][I]“All memories of light and dark return We command this rising soul to forsake the sleeping. He is an ember that has leapt from the hearth For he has come alone, from a place of fire He has come from the altar of the west where once we fell. The sanctuary where the shadow wakes and fires fail. Now awaken in this ritual, as a spark upon tinder A Light returns to battle with the Dark.” [/I] [/B] Soon after, I woke in Ormond. Glorin was all that was left of my guard and he was sorely wounded during the escape. We traveled north when I could again walk, which was not for some time. There in Highwall I became a man, I also became a warrior. All too soon, rumors began to circulate in the capitol and my identity was uncovered. Once again, I found myself running from assassins but not before one of the strangest events in my life. I had taken to riding with scouts into the mountains, occasionally taking missions to monitor trollkin movements. On this occasion, we spotted a large band of trollkin moving at a good clip with several captives. An Athan Re scouting party had been caught in the open and taken by the vicious brutes. Later we discovered how dear a price the Trollkin paid to get these three nature walkers. I followed along with one other scout, our companions returning to Ormond to inform the Duchess. On the fifth day, our prey entered a cavern complex. My companion and I were exhausted and needed to rest but were fearful of being so far north. I took first watch, which was uneventful and then woke up Marston for his watch. During my sleep, Marston was set on by Trollkin and was slain for I awoke to find his body several dozen yards away. It still puzzles me how they could have missed me? Shortly after waking, the trollkin began to move with their captives once more. Unable to return to Ormond without aid, I did the only thing I could do; follow the Trollkin. We traveled north for days deep into the heart of the Avalkhmar [the Dire Wastes]; despairing to never survive the journey, I began to plot a way to free the captives. I eventually decided to attack the Trollkin while they camped and had gone about getting ready for my final stand when I stumbled on a human ranger sitting near a bog. He had been watching me and told me I was about to kill myself. Together we made some plans and before they broke up camp, we slew the trollkin. The ranger said he knew the nature walkers but they did not appear any bit friendly towards the grizzled warrior. We all worked our way back south where companies parted and I was given some directions and a map that assisted me in my return through the mountains. A day after returning to Ormond one of the Athan Re appeared in my chambers and bid me to follow her into the garden. My head swam with the delicate aroma. [I]“Your blood sings to me. Blood calls to blood.” [/I] I was puzzled over her words, she must have sensed it. [I]“You have the mark of the angels on you. Your blood is the blood of my kin. It is the blood of angels. Tonight you must flee this place. A great darkness looms here twisting a web of the finest spiders silk. If you stay, you will be snared.”[/I] The delicate voice stilled the song of the night birds. [I]“Take your sword and the medallion of your father but leave your other possessions.”[/I] Her hand took mine and pressed a warm ring of gold into it. [I]“This ring will guard you and protect you.” [/I] With assassins and who knows what else about, it was time to depart Ormond. I drifted south to the lands of Wingate where I apprenticed myself to some of the finest swordsmen in all of Middea. I worked hard those final two years learning tricks and skill with the sword that few can challenge. I also learned about leadership and subterfuge fighting deep within the Ravenswood where a war of illusion and stealth has raged for more than a decade. Girded with skill and courage, I returned to the lands of my father to seek out those who had taken everything from me. The year has been hard, I have lost many friends but found many more. The White Knights of Enverness took my spiritual guide, Father Kalan; I pray nightly that he was quickly delivered to Ro. It was he who convinced me that I had indeed passed into Aion [Heaven]. Kalan believed that I had a special destiny, believing me to be the man referred to in the Book of Prophecies as the Second Champion in one verse and Ro’s Anointed in another. At first, I had difficulty believing such words had been spoken centuries before my time but Kalan was able to point out references in several texts. In time, he made me see the truth of his words. I struggle nightly knowing that I am a pawn in some greater battle and unaware of my place in it. I continue to have faith and pray that Ro will fortify me for the duty he has set. I continue to struggle against the forces that have already sent me to the grave once, not even death will make me relent from my chosen task. [U][B]Shining Moment[/B][/U] Jaran Enverness is a haunted man tormented by dreams of his father’s death and of his own. Each night he dreams of that battle but each night the nightmare comes closer to being defeated. Jaran’s dream always take place in the great hall but instead of the child who fell to a horned blade that day Jaran sees himself as he is today. As his skill increases, the battle becomes closer and closer. He is sure that someday soon he will triumph in the dream battle. The dream always starts with the shadowy forces of men and demons pulling his father to the ground delivering their savage cuts while Jaran leaps from the stair among them. [U][B]Description[/B][/U] Jaran is a big man with wide shoulders. His white hair flows like a lion’s mane when he enters battle or does not keep it bound. Though he is young, his shockingly blue eyes hold an intensity and a sadness that is unfathomable. Jaran is human but few who have seen him in battle would describe him that way, they would say that he was a great cat locked in the body of a man. He is a predator born to kill - not from malice or depravity but simply because that is what predators do. [B]Side notes: [/B] Jaran really does have the blood of the angels flowing in his veins and though he can pass for human, there is something to him that is not of this world. The setting has a Celtic flavor to it. [B]Equipment:[/B] Jaran carries the gilded bastard sword of his father. It is the finest Kaladian Steel [Damascian] that can be bought with coin. The steel of the blade has smokey patterns to it while the cross hilt and quillions are engraved with knotwork. The Ring given to him by the sorceress is more than a simple loop. It is more of a bracelet that terminates with a silvered ring. The band starts as a bracelet with numerous threads running across the top of his hand in pattern. Where the threads or chains meet there is a small gem in a flat setting. Each of these connects to each other and then into the ring. The medallion of his father is the house emblem. It is made of silver with amber patterned into a unicorn. [/QUOTE]
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