Three hundred moons ago, deep within the Sands of Sorrow, an eldery and
barren hunter struck at a fearsome beast of prey, and in so doing diverted
its attention from a seemingly defenseless hermit. Unbeknowest to the man,
this hermit was never in danger from the beast, for he was the last of a
lineage of puissant druids who had once been responsible for the formation
of the desert, in which they both now dwelled.
This ancient druid was struck with a sense of amity toward the man. But, it
was not due to the hunter's selfless bravery, nor because of the pity the
soothsayer felt when gazing at this lone, destitute nomad, who was already
bereft of anything to live for other than meaningless, daily acts of
survival, while slowly whithering away from old age and a growing infirmity.
Benevolent at heart, the venerable druid long had been burdened with notions
of responsibility and guilt over what his forebears, in their hubris, once
wrought in the lands of Sorrow. And in his meeting with the man, the
arch-druid saw a strange act of providence - an unexpected yet hoped for
opportunity for a modicum of atonement.
Keenly aware the true hunters were born to embrace nature, the arch-druid
invoked the full extent of his knowledge and chanted the power of Sun which
once formed the desert itself, to bestow upon this man a new hope, and a
fresh opportunity at life, rather than to deprive others of them, as his
forebears inadvertently had done so long ago. The druid struck a Pact with
the man, altering him yet further to extend his natural lifespan, restoring
the vigor and fertility of hunter's most youthful days, and imbuing him with
a great magical affinity for the warmth of fire and Sun, whether that warmth
be physical, emotional or spiritual in nature, an affinity well beyond what
most natural life could hope to experience.
Where such powerful chants had once led to depriving others of their hopes,
lives and futures, the arch-druid had, in the twilight of his own existence,
used that knowledge to forge hope anew, and to offer a renewed chance at life
to the man.
His long sense of guilt and responsibility eased by his
merciful act, the druid passed away not months after this deed, being, at
long last, more at peace with his tragic legacy.
From Ashes to Embers
The life journey of Jaagern throughout Serin is the closing chapter in
this tale of the Pact between the hunter and the druid, who, in his final
act of atonement, had restored life and hope to a lineage that, at one time,
had become as barren and bereft of hope as the desert had always seemed to
be.
The ancient druid, although venerable, and profoundly knowledgeable in all
the conventional elements of Serin, would swiftly come to realize that the
body of the elderly, destitute man, with whom he had made the Pact in search
of atonement for the sins of his predecessors in the desert, already had
festered within due to many and grave an illness, and even now it
deteriorated rapidly, well beyond what even the druid's fabled proficiency
in the arts of Healing and Transformation could hope to mend. And the
arch-druid saw that the expiration of this lone hunter loomed large, very
large indeed, and was seemingly unavoidable, and he knew now that the man
had struck down the fearsome beast of prey with the last of its strength.
Moved by this inference, and contemplating deeply the significance of the
strange course of events that was now unfolding in his presence, the druid
decreed that the tragic fate of the man's seemingly doomed lineage should
only be such, if one were to limit one's self to conventional methods and
procedures of Serin's nature. For the druid, who was wise, ancient, and
cunning, as well as benevolent, knew of more than one way to yet honor his
part in the fateful Pact he had struck with the dying man. And, acting in
the knowledge that the man himself no longer could, or should, be saved, for
such interventions would stray dangerously close to the realm of Necromancy,
the grand druid took to an impromptu--a daring, refulgent recourse.
No longer seeking to restore or extend just the human body of Jaagern, the
puissant druid would instead initiate a rare, arduous procedure derived from
the phenomenon of demielemental transcendence. And this entailed the
cleansing and resuscitation of the natural processes of the man's body, to
be accomplished through its entanglement with a wellspring of elemental
energies from beyond Serin's confines. This mighty feat was, in turn, to be
achieved by weaving the hunter's vessel together with a whole new essence,
or soul, or spirit. The druid thus would lay the doomed man to rest,
peacefully and painlessly, and then solemnly waited by his side, for the
precise moment in which the hunter's body and spirit would no longer be
joined as one.
And as the moment occurred, and the man's body lay before him without an
essence, yet containing still many of its fleeting life's energies, the
arch-druid would feverishly chant his powerful rituals against time's mighty
onslaught, and use his august knowledge of Spiritualism and Transformation
to revitalize and enhance significantly the condition of the man's
lingering, still warm vessel. Repurposing the body of the man, whose spirit
he quietly and with dignity had laid to its eternal rest, the arch-druid
began his labor to reshape the man's corporeal form into a youthful,
vigorous, and virile state of existence--chanting and enhancing masterfully
its rejuvenescent natural proccesses.
Completing his grand and preternatural task, and sealing for evermore the
Pact he had made with the hunter, the druid finally summoned forth an
elemental spirit to inhabit the revivified and uplifted vessel of the
hunter. Using the arts of Spirit Bond, the archmage enticed an elemental of
fire, shaped like a Wolf - the last of hunter's prey, to enter the mortal
realm of its own volition. And, using unconventional and developmental
techniques of his own design, he powerfully bound the fiery spirit of Wolf
to the hunter's altered & invigorated frame, to serve as the body's renewed
essence, and its new spirit, and its new soul. The druid would labor long,
hard, and passionately to complete the intricate, heterodox binding
procedure...
... And he indeed was successful.
In a state neither truly alive nor dead, the body of the man had been
revitalized and repurposed as a vigorous, adolescent alpha male, brimming
with great health, resilience, and fecundity--an exemplar of Spiritual
craftsmanship to rival the very works of the high druids of the Great Tree
itself. And as the little sprite of fire wolf, coaxed into entering the
Serin realm through its own inquisitive disposition, now became powerfully
bound to the still corporeal form that awaited it, this new body, that new
form of spiritual life, which emerged from what once had been the human, as
if a phoenix arising from the ashes, would once again draw its breath deeply
and open wide its eyes.
And a great lust for life, and yet more life, was burning inside them.
For this proved to be the true nature of the Pact which had been struck
between the arch-druid and the man: a transcendental, spiritual rebirth of
the man's corporeal form, which henceforth would be inhabited by this lesser
fire spirit, and which, in turn, would act as the uplifted vessel's renewed
essence, a vessel fueled by the Sun itself.
Description:
Resembling more a silhouette that was carved from a large block of
charcoal than a body of flesh and blood, the sight of this entity is
otherworldly. He seems to be - or rather, he appears to have been - a
bestial male who was caught in a conflagration and, by and large, has been
consumed by the flames. Astonishingly, however, the man appears to be
neither crippled nor suffering from any pain or so much as discomfort from
its condition. All of his hair, rather than having been incinerated, has
become as a field of small tendrils of fire, as if the flames had somehow
been absorbed by every strand, and then had attached themselves to his
scorched body. Likewise, his enormous beard appear as long, chaotically
flickering flames that emanate from below of his blackened nose and strong
jawline, and two surreal canine eyes, reminiscent of a pair of blazing
embers lodged into his forehead, watch you closely with an inquisitive,
vibrant, and wizened expression inside of them. Most perplexingly, the fire
which is slowly consuming him appears to originate from within his own body,
rather than having any discernible outside source. Despite already having
been partially devoured by the flames, which even now visibly burn
underneath his charred skin, his body retains some semblance of its former
physique, which you can still tell must have been vigorous and aesthetic at
one time - the vessel of an alpha male in the prime of his life, who even in
this diminished state must measure nearly six and a half feet tall. His
jarring appearance leaves you guessing whether you are gazing upon a
creature which suffered from some horrific fate, yet is mysteriously
impervious to the ensuing agony, or if this is a man who has somehow gotten
himself infused with the sun itself.