Ayrton
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Re: Guild Character Analogs
« Reply #5 on: November 11th, 2001, 5:51am » |
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His earliest memories the same as some more recent, always the slavers,
always a slave, as far as he knew, his mother was a slave...though he did not know.
It wasnt until that fateful spring day 2 years nigh, that Tajina came accross the cavern
entrance to the minotaur caves, always eager to explore, this elven druidess, she
cautiously crept inside, what she found enraged her beyond belief, for there in the arena
a full grown minotaur was menacingly stalking a young wood elf, no, a very young wood elf,
perhaps 17 moon charts if that.
The young elf is battered and bloody but defiantly holding the obviously too heavy mace
out on the guard, ready to take whatever the Minotaur had to give.
Now Tajina, this heart of courage and beauty, she knew she was badly outnumbered and had
no idea what kinds of casters or clerics these minos may have among them, but with no
thought to her own safety she dropped into the arena and cut the minotaur down with one
swipe of her hammer.
She yelled to the young elf in elvish to move and he followed her out of the caverns at
the best pace his weary body could manage, realizing he wasnt keeping up, she stops and
casts "scale of wolf" on the young elf and he picks up the pace til he is
outdistancing her towards the safety of Lower Faydark.
She questioned him intensely once they rested from their run to freedom. Finding little he
could tell her, he knew only his name, Ayrton, (Firebrand the common translation), his
goddess, Tunare (which she thought strange, him being a slave to minotaurs, hideous beasts
wouldnt teach him of the Queen Mother) and a birthmark on his left forearm, mysteriously
akin to the Signet of Tunare, a ring thought to have been taken by the Dragon Vox many
years earlier perhaps 2 or 3 generations, if memory served her well.
Finding the young elf intriguing, and seemingly so comfortable in any class of peoples, or
situation. He could haggle with a street merchant, (saved her 4 copper on 2 apples), or
speak with surprising fluency to the most Noble Born passerby, and earn a warm smile and
nod of equality in return, Tajina marveled at this young elf. she decided after a week or
so on the road to take him to the Inn where her guildmates gathered on many occaision to
share their stories of glory and battle.
Upon entering the inn for the first time, Ayrton felt as though he had come home,
something here with these people or in this place made him feel connected to something for
the first time in his life. This seemed to have deflected some of the stern seriousness
which usually shrouded his features. Tajina almost saw the softening in him, the
chains he had carried all his life just fell to the floor, he casually walked to the table
back in the corner, partially hidden by the staircase, dragged a chair around so he could
sit with his back to the wall, (always the warrior) never sit with your back to the door.
From here while he sharpened throwing knives and oiled the leather whip that one of the
ladies (Valerestra he thinks) gifted him on his first hunting raid with them...he watched,
listened, learned, and grew to respect and honor these heroes, these Destructors. Tajina,
he holds in high esteem, she gave him his freedom, this very life, she brought him out of
the darkness and he swears by the life she gave him that he shall hold himself to those
standards, would risk his life to help others, watch over them and protect any and all who
need his sword. This he swears as a Warrior Born. |