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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Delgar" data-source="post: 858711" data-attributes="member: 3195">CALES JUSTUS:Cales Justus comes from a long line of unknown peasants. He was born somewhere in Urnst, in a small farming village a stones throw from Nyrond. Rumor has it, that on the early morning of his birth, his father Thennis was forced to draw Cales from the womb after his mother Jealitte punched out the original nurse. Cales started a meager childhood as most, throwing mud and dung at passing nobles and running very fast when they gave chase. During one pursuit, he not only outran the noble pursuing him, but also humored an aged man making his way on horseback through the village. When the noble surrendered his chase, nearly passing out, the aged man spoke with Cales and asked him if he knew anything about the Gods and their history. Cales was so impressed with the old mans shining armor and magnificent steed, that he puffed up his chest real big, & said "mydadsagodbecausethatswhatmymomscreamsathimlateatnightsoimustbeagodtoo." The old man stared at him trying to decipher what Cales and just said then nearly fell out of his saddle with laughter. Cales thought the old man was laughing at him, so he picked up a big pile of mud and dung and threw it at the man, hitting him right below his neck. Before the old man could react, Cales turned and ran as fast as he could over a hill and out of sight. When Cales returned home later that night, his parents were waiting for him in the middle of their one room hovel. Instead of scolding him for being out so late, they told him that he was being sent to school and that he would have a lot of fun. He didn't know what school was, but he liked having fun. He went to bed with a smile on his face and was awakened by his father hours before dawn. After gathering the little of nothing that Cales owned, Thennis escorted him outside where he found his mother flirting with the same aged man on horseback. Cales didn't understand what the old man had to do with having fun, but he was told to get on the horse and he thought that would be fun. He hugged his mother and father and climbed into the saddle. The old man took the reigns of the horse, and began leading them out of the village. Cales, attention completely on the horse, failed to hear both his parents praise the gods.Fast-forward almost a decade and a half, and Cales will soon be graduating. He is now the oldest student in his graduating class, having been held back several times because he had a habit of defying authority. When the other students were learning to ride horses, he was sweeping the mess hall. When the other students were learning to create fires with their fingers, he was scrubbing the prayer rooms. When the other students were attending social gatherings, he was peeling potatoes. Constantly under some form of punishment, Cales would find himself confiding in the strange custodian more often than the priests. Those priests worried him anyways, with those little dark confession booths, and their long bony fingers. Ysmandemaxales, or Max for short, was much older than Cales, and always had his long black hair in a ponytail, and never seemed to fit his loose clothing, but he became a good friend. He told Cales that there is never just one answer, or one path. Max tried teaching him what he knew about fighting, but it looked more like a drunken dance to Cales. Then he attempted to open Cales eyes and mind to peace, and relaxation by ways of focusing on ones inner strength, instead of muscles. "One mind with, mountains move you shall." Max was often strangely articulating in a broken common. Try and try as he may though, Cales could never remove the belt off the cutests girls breeches. Cales would stare and stare and stare and focus and drool and then get slapped when she saw him leering at her. Cales did understand that there is more than one God, and none are truly correct. But he learned despite what the priests attempted to drill into his head, as long as one follows the heart, one shall never get lost. Before he graduates Max has reminded him to find a higher purpose, and search for greater enlightenment. Max instructed Cales, to "…find that who is teacher, but still learns. Seek he who is called I am." Completely lost, and for once in his life worried, Cales approaches his graduation date with much trepidation...</blockquote>

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