Vashir

Vashir
Status
Race	Prydaen
Gender	Male
Guild	Barbarian
Instance	Prime
Relatives	None

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You see Berserker Vashir, a Prydaen.

Appearance

Vashir has pointed ears and cat-slitted crystal blue eyes. His black mane is shoulder length and fine, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has white fur with black stripes, a slender tail and an athletic build. He is in good shape.

History

Birth

Vashir was born on the 1st day of the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year 377 to a Prydaen couple living in the wilderness outside Riverhaven. Though young, unbonded, and relatively poor, his parents were adept survivalists and were confident in their ability to raise a son. They began planning a bonding ceremony to make their union official, and for two years the tiny family prospered.

Betrayal

For the first two years of Vashir's life, his parents were as loving and devoted as any child could hope for; however, his father soon became restless. A career criminal, he'd hidden his past misdeeds from his wife out of fear of rejection and secretly vowed to live an honest life, but the weight of that promise eventually became too much for the crook to bear. In the dead of winter in the year 379 Vashir's father vanished from the family's small shelter in the Northeast Wilds, leaving nothing but a small two-word note that read, "I'm sorry."

Youth

Life became significantly harder with the loss of one of the family's providers. Several years passed, and Vashir soon found himself forced to hunt some of his own food in order to survive. While his mother was busy seeking larger prey in the wild the young hunter could often be found prowling the salt yard for rats and crabs or stalking frogs within the nearby Pejek Bog. Though the majority of these ventures were unsuccessful, Vashir learned many valuable lessons from his early hunts - and, more importantly, he discovered a love of fighting that would remain with him for his entire life.

Founding Day

One of the most influential events of Vashir's young life occurred on the first day of Akroeg the Ram in the year 383 during the Therengian celebration of Vereklaath. Though injured from a recent encounter with a particularly vicious salt crab, Vashir managed to slip away from his mother and make his way down to the salt yard, determined to find the creature for another attempt at killing it. Before he arrived at the yard, however, he came upon an amazing sight: the Founding Day Parade, a parade of soldiers in full armor marching down Riverhaven's main road. Captivated by the sight but unfamiliar with what was happening, he ran out into the street to meet the marching troops. A human Paladin at the edge of the colomn was the first to notice the injured youth and, concerned, fell out of formation to meet him.

The two became quick friends in spite of the large age difference and strange circumstance of their meeting. Vashir was fascinated by the Paladin's heavy steel 'skin' and other equipment, which he quickly discovered was much too strong for his claws to scratch. The Paladin was impressed by Vashir's enthusiasm and intelligence, and recognized the youth's potential as a holy warrior. After bringing Vashir to an Empath for healing the Paladin returned the boy to his mother, promising to visit him and help him learn more about the Paladin Guild and its ways.

The Caravan

By the year 390 Vashir had grown into a fairly capable hunter, able to bring in frogs, rats, and salt crabs with relative ease. The Paladin he'd met seven years earlier still visited the boy and his mother regularly, teaching him the laws, morals, and traditions that he claimed to be the foundation of order in the lands; though mildly interested in these lectures, Vashir paid less attention during his lessons than the man hoped, preferring instead to turn the topic to anything involving combat whenever possible. He slowly learned of the Paladin's many battles, each new story fueling his imagination further. He began to see himself as a great warrior trapped inside a child's body, and secretly prayed to Everild for a chance to prove himself in real combat.

In late spring of the year 392 that chance finally presented itself. Vashir's mother, seeking more profitable work than simple hunting and trapping, was offered a job as caravan guard for a wealthy trader. Her first job would take her south through Zoluren to Iliti and Shard, a journey of many weeks; afraid to leave her son behind for such an extended period of time, she decided to take him with her. Vashir, thrilled at the possibility of fighting banits like his Paladin mentor, thought this was the best thing ever to happen to him.

He was wrong. A large group of thieves ambushed the caravan on the Northern Trade Road a few miles north of Kaera, swiftly overpowering many of the defenders before they could react. Vashir's mother, desperate to save her son's life, knocked him unconscious and dragged him behind some bushes by the side of the road before charging into the fray herself. Vashir would not wake for hours.

When he finally came around, Vashir found the caravan devastated. Everything of value had been carried off, including the trader and his apprentice; worse yet, the bodies of the caravan guards littered the roadway, broken and defeated. It didn't take him long to find his mother among the dead, stabbed in the back and bleeding heavily... but still alive. Still in shock but suddenly filled with hope, he bandaged her wound to the best of his ability and lifted her onto his back to begin the long, desperate trek south.

In the end, Vashir was too late to save his mother's life. She died within sight of Kaerna's northern gate, unable to fight through the blood loss she'd suffered. Her last words were, "I'm sorry."

More to come. Stay tuned!