Day of the Fall of Thalos, 18th Renewal of the Celestial of Death
A most peculiar omen struck our village this evening. For good or for ill
this is yet to be seen. At the cusp of sunset, a tempest of unprecedented
size was spotted o'er the sea on the horizon. Within the hour, the seaside
breeze whipped up to a roar, and the tempest was upon us. Unsure of its
strength, many were afraid that their modest abodes would not be enough to
withstand the storm. Thus, the doors of the basilica were opened for the
people to take refuge, their hopes and prayers placed in Olyn's great hands.
At storm's crest, a great flash of lightning blinded us as we were deafened
by a cacophony of thunder and shattering glass. As we recovered our senses,
we found the great stained-glass window depicting Olyn to be in utter
destruction. There, strewn across the altar at the foot of the window
amidst fragments of stained glass, was a man naked as the day he was born,
with great wings stretched back behind him.
Ally
Day of the Alliances, 11th Renewal of the Celestial of Disregard
Only a few weeks into our Winter storages, and it has become clear that the
stranger who came into our midst nigh two months ago is nothing short of a
most miraculous blessing. He is skilled in many tasks that require brawn,
finesse, or wit. He is well-measured in action, mild in manner, and humble
in his successes. The locals have taken to calling him 'Diedstrog', which
means 'Heaven-Sent' in our most ancient tongue. However, our elders have
told me that Diedstrog is Avian, a not-uncommon race to be found in the
northern parts of Serin.
What is uncommon, however, are the strange markings about his face. They
are deliberate and flawlessly etched, but our priests and sages do not
recognize them to be of religious or arcane origin. Also uncommon is that
Diedstrog holds no clues to their source, for his memory still appears to
have not recovered. He maintains no recollection of anything prior to his
arrival in the basilica almost two Celestials ago.
War
Day of the Taekir War, 13th Renewal of the Celestial of Tyranny
I struggle to stay my hand from trembling as I attempt to record what has
transpired this day.
The village was celebrating the arrival of spring, and a great feast had
been prepared. The day was filled with music, dancing, prayer, and
laughter. However, as evening took hold, such festivities were replaced by
screams of terror as marauders beset our camp. Crowds scattered as steel
flashed, and terrible tragedy prepared to swallow our village whole. And
then, Diedstrog descended upon the invaders.
Unlike the barbaric butchery of the bandits, Diedstrog's cuts were swift and
precise. Like a shadow he danced between the fire light, felling each
marauder in turn armed with only a kitchen knife. It was all over in less
than a minute. Amidst the carnage stood our savior.. Is that what he is?
For though he saved us from certain devastation, I cannot help but fear him
most terribly now.
Dark
Day of the Dark Ages, 27rd Renewal of the Celestial of Tyranny
Only a fortnight since the attack on our village, and I now shame my own
words written in this journal. He is the same, Diedstrog, if not scared for
the act he has committed. He knows not how he is so capable in martial
combat, but his prowess has earned the fear and distrust of many of my
peers. I, for one, still love him. But he spends his days in solitude now,
avoiding those that would cast his name into doubt and suspicion. Though I
disagree with it, I suppose my peers' reaction is predictable, if not
despicable.
However, I'm more concerned about this blade left behind by one of the
marauders. It thrums with magical energy, drawing awe from all who look
upon it. It was first suggested by one of the elders as a gift to Diedstrog
for his defense of the village, but he quickly refused. Since then, the
villagers have done little more than squabble over who it should belong to.
While discourse is common among us, tensions are rising to a dangerous level
with respect to this blade. I see no resolution in sight.
Horizon
Day of the Horizon, 30th Renewal of the Celestial of Prudence
And so it is done. In less than two celestials, this runed blade has
managed to undermine the very foundations of comradery and loyalty in this
village. Petty squabbles and mild discourse turned to ruthless accusations
and violence in only a few fortnights. It reached a head when violence,
started by two of the village elders, overtook the market square. This
violence was quickly put to an end as Diedstrog swooped down from skies,
returning from his self-imposed exile.
Without a word, Diedstrog made for the blade and snatched it from one of the
elders. He ascended the steps to the basilica, his place of rebirth here in
our village. There, in plain sight of the village, he knelt and set the
blade down, muttering a prayer under his breath. The etchings on his face
began to glow, as the blade sparked, shook violently, and crackled with
electrical energy. In seconds, it was gone... Sacrificed to the Lord of
Salt and Sea.
Protests echoed across the market square, but Diedstrog would hear none of
it. Turning towards the village, the runes on his face aglow, he spread his
great wings and ascended towards the skies. I presume he will not return,
for I would not if I were him. Many cursed his name as he flew off towards
the Horizon, but I for one bless it. That blade, whatever it was, brought
naught but trouble to us. And Diedstrog, the 'Heaven-Sent', has rid us of
it. Perhaps we will know peace again. Only time will tell.
Description:
Your eyes fall upon a powerfully-built humanoid bearing qualities not
unlike celestials in folk stories. Silver-white hair falls loosely past the
broad shoulders of this creature down to his streamlined waist, flowing
between the stalks of two massive feathered wings. These wings begin grey
in colour towards their tops, but slowly recede to a reflective white as
they extend to the wing tips. His skin colour is of a similar palette, so
pale in places as to be nearly reflective in certain lights. His facial
features are long and angular with pronounced cheek bones that partially
conceal storm-grey eyes beneath light eyebrows. Drawn along the angles of
his cheeks, eyebrows, and the bridge of his nose are smooth scarrifications
of a runic nature.
Yawned myself here. Not great RP from the start. This was more of me experimenting with a Shadow, and I ended up going Keeper due to my availability dropping lately. I liked my background entries, but it wasn't my favorite. After a number of skirmishes at level 50 in full forged and keeper armor, I just found Shadow wasn't really my style. I certainly didn't hate Keeper powers though. I'll probably be back for more soon, just with another class.
I liked all my interactions with this guy. Was looking forward to the day we could do battle, but alas, fate did not see it that way. Good luck with your next.
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Serra 0 , 0 , 0 . I loved your background entries!
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lionSpyre 
0 , 0 , 0 . Dee-ehd-strawg, or just Deed-Strawg.
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