elenaKast: TwilightYrke: Smed Ålder: 26 Utseende En ganska alldaglig kvinna, med undantag för att hon är betydligt mer muskulös än vanligt och bär märkena av hårt arbete. Hon bär ett slavmärke tatuerat back på hennes nacke. Beteende Elena är tämligen rättfram och gillar inte att smyga runt och bete sig. Som med är hon van med att handgripligen angripa ett problem istället för att försöka arbeta runt det. OUR SOULS THROUGH OUR EYES As it usually goes, I began practice in my trade as just a young child. Many fathers would try to dissuade their daughter from the dream of becoming the finest smith in the entire world, but not mine? he wasn?t there to tell me. He died when I was young in pointless battle. I have lived in the Land of a Thousand Rivers all my life, and as such I know of its politics and what makes it tic, and one of the things that ticks the loudest is the rivalry of the three lords. From the day my mother told me that father had died during one of their stupid struggles I have always resented the way this land is split and the way it works. My mother, may the Sun bless her, decided not to be struck down by the loss of her husband but instead to do the best of the situation. She decided that I should have my dream no matter what, and I think she would have walk through Malfeas itself to make sure I became what I wanted to be. She could see me become a smith, but unfortunately she died of age and sickness long before I gained the skills I have now? I wish I could show her what I can do with my newfound powers. I shall make the world a better place in her name. EXALTATION The coming of power is never kind, it is not a slow awakening and realization, it is powerful blast that knocks you of the path you know? and you never get back there. I was traveling to a small village at the time I was captured; I hardly remember its name now, and by large it?s not relevant since I never arrived. I was going to mend some things, but a slaver, most likely illegal, saw me and decided that such a strong and healthy woman would make the perfect slave. I felt a pain in the back of my skull, and the next thing I remember was being chained in the hold of a ship, waiting for transport somewhere with a few dozen other slaves. I should have known better than to travel alone. For a week I was almost brought low by despair as the ship brought me down south, it was not exactly a luxury yacht in there, it was hell. Weaker slaves died in their shackles, their bodies slowly rotting since nobody came to take them away, and decease was spreading rapidly. By the time we where marched up onto the slave market, the mark of the slave just tattooed in our necks (a mark I still bear today), we where all wrecks. I remember clearly how some in our lines faltered and fell from the weight of the chains, and the crack of the whip that pushed us on. As the potential buyer came to inspect us, he had the looks of a Dragon blooded of Terra, the chained woman in front of me spat in face in outrage at what they had done to us. The slaver struck her down and kicked her in the ribs for her insolence. Then something snapped. Seeing the woman stand up the slavers like that, even though she paid the price, gave me strength, more strength than I ever had before. My hands reached for my iron shackles, and I could feel their imperfection, I could se their tiniest flaw. With the Shattering Grasp I crushed the chains and was free, white light and fire erupting from my body. She slavers gasped and brought their swords down on me, but now there were braces on my arms and a strange crown on my head, called to me at this time by a spell I, or the person I was a long time ago, placed on them for just this occasion. A sword and a shield appeared from the braces and light and sound flashed from the crown, and I blocked the attacks with ease. Then I span around, essence guiding my hands in the Excellent Strike, severing the hand of the man with the whip and taking the head clean of the shoulders of the man that was thinking of buying us, I never did find out if he was one of the Dragons. The whole marked erupted into panic around me, and I can honestly not say how many I killed that day. The Unconquered Sun channeled his outrage through me and I slew all slavers and buyers I could find, ripping the chains of the slaves to free them. They where of course afraid of me, having heard the stories that the despicable Dragons have told, but the woman that had spat at the buyer?s face, the one that gave me strength, at least thanked me before she fled the area. Having crushed the slavers in the marked, I walked away from the bloody scene and started my long journey home, knowing that I now finally had the power to make the world better. EYES NOT OUR OWN She Who Guides The Lost, on Elena All gods have a purpose, a reason. Mine is to guide the steps of those who are wandering without a goal. When a man has lost all he had and wanders into the world, not knowing where to go, I should stand by his side. When a slave, freed from her shackles after a lifetime of servitude, runs from the only life she ever knew, I should watch over her. When a soldier has deserted, for good reasons and bad, I should be there to look out for him as he searches for a new place in life. I am She Who Guides The Lost. Or at least I once was. The world is no longer what it should be; it has fallen out of shape, spiraled out of control. We gods no longer do our duty. We bicker amongst us like mere men, vying for power and the worship that feeds us. For over three hundred years I never once walked by the side of someone lost, until last summer. I was in the City of Gods as I felt it, a stirring in my realm, accompanied by a sense of a power that I had not felt since the end of the First Age. I left the City to go to the far south of the world, and found many souls in need of my guiding hand. A slave marked was crushed, the slavers all dead and the slaves freed. And in the midst of all this walked a woman with a grim expression on her face. I recognized at once the power around her as the blessing of the highest of gods, had he once again turned his face to look upon the world? I followed her, ignoring the lost as I had done for hundreds of years. Part of me wanted to lead her astray, out of fear for what she was, out of fear for what her kind had once done and out of fear for those that some of them once swore allegiance to. But she had a goal and a purpose, and so she was not within my realm. So I walked behind her, studying her for a while, until I decided to speak to her from behind a mask. As she rounded the corner of a road she saw an old woman that was me sitting by the road. -"Why does a slave walk freely with her head up high?" The old woman that was me asked. -"Am am no mans slave." She answered. "I am free and shall never bow before any master but the sun itself." The old woman nodded and let her pass. After a day had fled since the last meeting a young bard that was me met her on the road and asked her. -"Do you intend to walk to the Land of a Thousand rivers? There are more dangers on that path than there are stars in the sky, how do you intent to survive?" -"With my faith, with my sword and with my will. I will not accept defeat." She answered. The young bard nodded and let her pass. After another day had gone by a small child that was me met her on the road and spoke to her. -"After all that has happened, how can you still find hope." -"As the sun will rise after every night, so will all darkness eventually yield to the light. From this I draw my hope." She answered the child with a smile. The child nodded and let her pass. Another day went by and a maid that was me, going to the marked, met her on the road and asked her. -"Do you not fear what the mornings light will reveal? What if the world is not as it should be when you wake up?" -"Then I shall correct it, right the wrongs and undo the bad things done. I shall follow the cleansing light and bid all those around me to do the same, or be burnt by it." The maid that was me, going to the market, nodded an let her pass. Five forms for I took, and the last was that of a whisper on the wind that was me. -"What if you find the life that you have lived to be wanting? What if it cannot meet you demands? Are you not what you have done?" The wind whispered. -"No, I am not what I have done." She answered. "I am what I have learned from my actions. If I have been lost I shall again find my path, if I have done wrong, I will learn from my mistakes and do right. All things change, our lives are no exceptions." The wind nodded, if a wind can truly do so, and stood silent as she passed. Having much to thing about. I know now that the chosen of the highest god have returned to the world, and I am no longer afraid. Perhaps there will be war, and pain, and suffering. But there is at least one of them who will not stop until the darkness has been banished. There is at least one, and I hope many more, who will help us correct or mistakes. Now I must go, there are many souls in the world that are lost and have nowhere to go. Far to long have I left them without guidance, I must again walk by their side. Once again I am She Who Guides the Lost. |
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