Vehn

Vehn
Status	Active
Race	Gnome
Gender	Male
Guild	Moon Mage
Instance	Prime

residing in Aesry Surlaenis'a.

Appearance

You see Vehn, Recruiting Officer of the Order of the Iron Circle, a Gnome.
Vehn has slightly pointed ears and silver-flecked blue-green eyes. His amber-streaked golden brown hair is short and wavy, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has fair skin and an athletic build.
He is very tall for a Gnome.
He appears to be young.
He has a tattoo of a blue-white Xibar that dominates his right shoulder. Smaller versions of shadowy Katamba and fiery Yavash perch high on his chest and back, sharing an umbral background that blankets his shoulders like the night sky. The blackness extends down his right arm in tenebrous spirals, outlining shards of silvery-white that descend toward a rogue moongate tinged with blackfire on his right palm. He is in good shape.

He is wearing a black silk tricornered hat with silver trim, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a winter emerald and platinum pendant, an exquisitely embroidered Xibar-blue leather cloak with fading at the shoulders, a dark iron armlet engraved with aged symbols and inset with an etched crystalline sphere, a shadowling-shaped badge stamped "Kepoo merp axo", a dark leather harness embroidered with a bath scene down its length, a large spidersilk sack, an elegant black traveler's rucksack, a flowing white pirate shirt with black embroidery along the cuffs, some royal blue spikes, a blighted gold bracelet studded with large flame opals, an albredine crystal ring, a pair of ebony pants wrapped around the hips with a tightly woven belt of spidersilk and some giant black boots.

Spouse

Engaged to Azaylia.

Background

Vehn grew up in a community that primarily consisted of Kaldars. Rolling hills of the greenest grass created a backdrop for this incredibly small village. The Kaldars had a war-camp set up and would rely on the Gnome population to assist them with things they couldn’t understand. Most, dabbled in creating new ways to make stronger steel for blades. Others worked on a water supply for the fields. Vehn’s father wasn’t around much, due to his job, he was the Chief Engineer for a project to improve a suspension bridge that would hold the weight of a caravan for many Kaldar solders, and his mother was ill for the majority of his childhood.

His father was a very sad man. Vehn recalls how his father used to come home and not say anything to his family and just go to sleep. Vehn didn't think much of it, until he followed him to work one day. He discovered that his father wasn't an engineer; he was a farmer, a Gnome farmer. His father was picking strawberries in the very field that his uncle supplied water for. Vehn became enraged, so enraged he wanted to run away, not even return home, just leave straight from the field, but he couldn’t leave his sick mother.

Vehn never saw his father in the same regard as he had before. He had always wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps, he wanted to make enough coin working for the Kaldars that he could find a cure of his mother’s illness. Vehn slowly begin to loose all hope, he became obsessed with his father’s lie and that he had lied to his sick mother. A few months passed, he couldn’t hold it in any longer, he didn’t want his mother to know the truth, so he left, he left his mother on her death bed. Soon after Vehn disappeared his mother died.

When Vehn learned of his mother’s death, regret and revenge filled his soul. He continued to wander, doing odd jobs, something that was expected of a commoner.

On his way to a job he had heard about from this scruffy looking Halfling, he got lost on his way to Arthe Dale. He stopped at this little brook to get a drink of water. When he stumbled over a pile of clothing, as he was recovering from his fall a shadow loomed over him, glancing upward he saw a beautiful Halfling covering herself with just a small cloth. Vehn, now quite embarrassed he had stumbled across someone bathing in the brook, averted his eyes quickly as she laughed, and picked up her clothing. Needless to say they began to talk and she would laugh at his very bad jokes. She took Vehn in, to her home in Arthe Dale. Vehn soon learned she was a daughter of the famous farmer, Burrell, who had developed a way to farm peppers in the winter; people shunned him, they didn't like the idea of farming against the season.

Burrell was a wonderful man, taught Vehn everything he knew, of farming, pipe weed, magic, and life. They grew to become great friends. Burrell would talk about his younger years, how he had dreamed of becoming a Moon Mage, how his mother told him not to be silly, he was the son of a farmer and a clothier and he belonged in Arthe Dale, so that’s where he was to stay. So he did stay, but still dreamed of the guild he never joined.

As seasons changed, winter soon found it’s way to Arthe Dale, Burrell decided to try his new formula for pepper growth. The town’s folk came after Burrell, they killed him, they killed him with pitchforks. Vehn was there when it happened he saw the whole thing and couldn't do anything to stop them. He was far too small. Burrell’s daughter begged Vehn to stop them. After her father died she couldn't look at Vehn. She hated him, loathed him. She didn’t eat, didn’t sleep, her eyes became lifeless. The twinkle was gone, not even a slight grin from a joke Vehn would tell.

She killed herself, Vehn found her in her father’s house, hanging from a rafter in the common room. Vehn left Arthe Dale that day, and wandered towards the Crossing.

When Vehn arrived at the Northeast Gate of the city, there was a man just sitting there digging though some dirt. It was quite odd because right after he found a twig, or piece of grass. He would just toss it in a bucket not far from his right hand. Vehn watched for a bit since he found this to be quite odd. As some passed the man stopped digging and began to chant, he gestured, and a beam of clear silvery-blue light descended from the heavens, it was translucent, but yet it had distinct edges. Vehn was lost for words; he had never seen such a thing. He then remembered Burrell's stories from not so long ago. Vehn asked the man if he was part of a guild, he replied, “Yes young man, I’m a Moon Mage.”