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Jaagern created on 12th of July 2018, and is dead and gone (17 years old, 15 hours, 4 days lifetime)

Title: the Keeper of the Grove
Gender: Male
Level: 36
Class: werebeast ranger

Background history:

  1. The Hunter and the Hermit - posted at 2018-07-12 08:09:44
  2. From Ashes to Embers - posted at 2018-07-12 08:13:37
The Hunter and the Hermit
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.


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.


PK stats:

Kills: 0, Deaths: 1 (Ratio: 0, Efficiency: 0%)
Pinnacle Kills: 0, Pinnacle Deaths: 0 (Ratio: 0:0, Efficiency: 0%)

Kills by class:
berserker: 1,
Killed by class:
dark-knight: 1,



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