Kjarton of the Storm, Communer unto the gods was a day laborer from the
Forest of Illusion. The Forest was just north of Illusionary Isle and the
third sector within the Valourian outposts. Kjarton, a young man at the
time, had made most of his keep tending to the trees within the Forest. The
Forest warriors were placed on patrol from recent Hellhound sightings. In
these sightings followed havoc upon the Forest roots and faeries who
nurtured the sprigs. It was Kjarton's duty to commune healing and mend the
roots and sprigs. He was taken in by two faerie folk at a young age, and
taught the art of communion. The ability to heal came naturally to him, and
it allowed him to excel in his art. For a decade he nurtured the Forest
until the Hellhounds had been vanquished by the patrols of the Forest
warriors. During that time, many armies had used the Forest as a way to
travel, and Kjarton knew he would go nowhere if he were to sit idly by and
continue to nurture the Forest. He pondered for another year upon the hill
with the monument, and descended back down to the Forest below with the
realization that he could nurture the Forest in other ways.
His first act was to re-locate to the city of Valour, within the first
sector. He claimed a seat in the House of Valour within the next year, and
quickly rose up the committee board. Favoring the Forest of Illusion in
most of his campaigns he began to gain favor from the House of Nobles. He
became the first proctor within the Third sector, the Forest of Illusion.
The Illusionary Isle Tavern never witnessed more business. Wealth, food,
drink, and renown claimed the Third sector as provisions were steadily
brought in and out through the Forest. Kjarton had found a way to nurture
the Forest from a distance, and the Faerie folk could not be happier.
It was in this time, however, that Kjarton began to see what he could do
with such a seat in nobility. He began to see that other sectors needed aid
just as much as the Third sector. The Second sector, Drakath, needed more
attention to its docks. The flow of ships had come to a halt because of the
heavily traveled path through the Forest. Kjarton noticed that the arm of
Legion had grown long and the hand of the Dark Army had clenched much of
Thera. Kjarton understood that he must not be hasty in his decision. He
came to the conclusion that he must leave his nobility and the sectors,
altogether. The decision was finally made after a friendly duel with a
member of Strife. He had lost himself in the heat of battle. He became
ridden with tendencies unbecoming of a priest, and cast himself into Exile.
With a last attempt to reclaim his soul, he struck out at the very entity that
began this process... Evil. He invaded upon the Legion and was stripped of his
nobility. The next year he was without home and traveled Thera as a messenger
of his mistakes. He repented for his sins, and finally came back to Valour. It
was in this time, much had changed, and knew his conviction would lead him to
the Castle of Valour.
Description:
A broad faced giant stands before you. A flowing white mane of braided hair descends to the small of his back. Piercing blue eyes remind you of the tranquil seas; much like the calming before a storm. An overabundance of many different, strange incantations begin to glow as they become roused by your presence. A robe made of mithril and leather covers his torso, but seems too small to cover his broad chest. A lonely pendant dangles from a skinny strand made from burlap, and rests within the center of his chest cavity. The giant before you appears to be humble, at least for the moment.
