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Heir of Therengia - Walcar<br /> |
Heir of Therengia - Walcar<br /> |
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Brothers in Arms - Pathian, Kyodan, Arkanon<br /> |
Brothers in Arms - Pathian, Kyodan, Arkanon<br /> |
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Offers of Seord - Sileno, Malkien, Mujaki, Abylina, Xeff, Regalorn, Karieva, Rhazwyn, Kaylie, Endel<br /> |
Offers of Seord - Imingin, Sileno, Malkien, Mujaki, Abylina, Xeff, Regalorn, Karieva, Rhazwyn, Kaylie, Endel<br /> |
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Aids of Seord - Many |
Aids of Seord - Many |
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== History == |
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To understand and realize the world that Walcar has come from two stories need be |
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told. One of history the other of truth. |
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Life begins, much like it does for any other mortal. A brightly lit evening, |
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family and friends gathering to await the arrival to new life. Empaths rush bringing |
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water and herbs. A mother calmly gives life to her new son... "Walcar, yes that |
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is the name for honor, the name for justice." Syance was her name, a true empath, |
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layed in admiration at the new joy and life given to her by the Gods. No father |
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to be known to her for this life was pure, was a true gift of the Gods. |
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A childhood devoted to the work of the Gods, a duty to life, a honor in |
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being chosen for the great calling of the Paladin. Long, selfless journey has |
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come to this young man. Very similar to any Paladin's training. Strick training |
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of the shield, the armor and the soul. All of which best to serve and protect the |
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life and the Gods. A pilgrimage will soon question his devotion and awaken the |
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truth, which has always been inside of him. |
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At the just age of sixteen he was ordered north on a divine quest given |
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solely to him by the Guildleader Beren. A vague order more of a request. Seek |
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enlightenment with a book... harmless at the time but that order soon becomes |
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a pivotal event in his young life. Upon arrival to the land in the North hes |
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greeted by a young curly haired man. He befriends this man, and shortly after |
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accepted a squireship for this man is a reknowned knight. Luck has finally |
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come to Walcar. He dreams of the great knowledge this knight can teach him, the |
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techniques of defense and combats. Soon he realizes, even thou this knight |
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is a expert of everything, there is nothing he can teach. Time drags on more |
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knights, more disappointment. "Truely, is there nothing more to learn?" That |
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is when he remembers his mission... find the book. |
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Night into day, days into weeks but still no book. He seeks out |
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his mentor, always found hunting gypsies. There they train, they talk, they |
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kill. A passing thought is spoken by the mentor. "Have you looked in old Keep |
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library?" This is the idea that was needed, rushing for the Keep and for |
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new knowledge. Inside a dark, seldom used door he finds the book he was looking |
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for "The Great Holy Work". Thoughts race around him mind as he reads... "This |
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truely is the way!" "Why do they cover it up?". As he closes the Book a lightning |
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bolt strikes from nowhere. A second bolt strikes again piercing his soul. The gods |
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speak of redemption, repentance. "Punishing for knowledge, punishing for truth" |
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he thought, "They shall not nor deserve my prayer". He quickly exits the Keep |
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with the Book securely tucked under his arm. |
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Years later, still more knowledge he seeks within and learns using the |
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book. What others may call corruption, blasphemy and heretic ways; he calls his |
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knowledge and understanding of the Great Holy Work. |
Revision as of 00:47, 13 November 2012
Walcar Seord | |
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Status | |
Race | Human |
Gender | Male |
Guild | undisclosed |
Instance | Prime |
--Walcar 04:36, 22 November 2010 (UTC)
Description
Name: Walcar Seord
Location:Dark Hand
Current Age: 75 (Elderly)
He was born on the 6th day of the 10th month of Nissa the Maiden in the year of the Silver Unicorn, 329 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
Appearance
You see Bloodwraith Walcar Seord, Palamancer of Therengia, a Human.
A length of pitch-black nightsilk beaded with lustrous idopun pearls is folded to obscure Walcar's face, hiding all but a narrow strip of pale skin around his eyes.
He is tall for a Human. He has an emaciated build.
He is wearing a dark steelsilk balaclava, a nightmare-black leather robe tooled with faded symbols on the hems, a lumpy pack crafted from an intact pivuh carcass, a somber black shield, some fingerless black gloves, a dark platinum ring with a tempest sapphire embraced by skeletal hands, an onyx ring, a burlap sack for gathered souls, some bleached bone footwraps and a petrified Adan'f femur.
HOUSE SEORD
Heir of Therengia - Walcar
Brothers in Arms - Pathian, Kyodan, Arkanon
Offers of Seord - Imingin, Sileno, Malkien, Mujaki, Abylina, Xeff, Regalorn, Karieva, Rhazwyn, Kaylie, Endel
Aids of Seord - Many
History
To understand and realize the world that Walcar has come from two stories need be told. One of history the other of truth.
Life begins, much like it does for any other mortal. A brightly lit evening, family and friends gathering to await the arrival to new life. Empaths rush bringing water and herbs. A mother calmly gives life to her new son... "Walcar, yes that is the name for honor, the name for justice." Syance was her name, a true empath, layed in admiration at the new joy and life given to her by the Gods. No father to be known to her for this life was pure, was a true gift of the Gods.
A childhood devoted to the work of the Gods, a duty to life, a honor in being chosen for the great calling of the Paladin. Long, selfless journey has come to this young man. Very similar to any Paladin's training. Strick training of the shield, the armor and the soul. All of which best to serve and protect the life and the Gods. A pilgrimage will soon question his devotion and awaken the truth, which has always been inside of him.
At the just age of sixteen he was ordered north on a divine quest given solely to him by the Guildleader Beren. A vague order more of a request. Seek enlightenment with a book... harmless at the time but that order soon becomes a pivotal event in his young life. Upon arrival to the land in the North hes greeted by a young curly haired man. He befriends this man, and shortly after accepted a squireship for this man is a reknowned knight. Luck has finally come to Walcar. He dreams of the great knowledge this knight can teach him, the techniques of defense and combats. Soon he realizes, even thou this knight is a expert of everything, there is nothing he can teach. Time drags on more knights, more disappointment. "Truely, is there nothing more to learn?" That is when he remembers his mission... find the book.
Night into day, days into weeks but still no book. He seeks out his mentor, always found hunting gypsies. There they train, they talk, they kill. A passing thought is spoken by the mentor. "Have you looked in old Keep library?" This is the idea that was needed, rushing for the Keep and for new knowledge. Inside a dark, seldom used door he finds the book he was looking for "The Great Holy Work". Thoughts race around him mind as he reads... "This truely is the way!" "Why do they cover it up?". As he closes the Book a lightning bolt strikes from nowhere. A second bolt strikes again piercing his soul. The gods speak of redemption, repentance. "Punishing for knowledge, punishing for truth" he thought, "They shall not nor deserve my prayer". He quickly exits the Keep with the Book securely tucked under his arm.
Years later, still more knowledge he seeks within and learns using the book. What others may call corruption, blasphemy and heretic ways; he calls his knowledge and understanding of the Great Holy Work.