It was a time of upheaval in Serin. The Masters of the Monasteries had
come out of the shadows, released from hiding their presence in the cities
and training behind closed doors, to only a select few. Upon their return,
many found themselves at the doorsteps of the masters of the martial seeking
pathways to higher enlightenment. While the path of the higher mind offers
much, still others shunned this and followed other paths. That of the Light
or that of the Dark. Simple words, filled with far deeper meanings.
Those who followed goodness basked in their place within the Light, they
fought to push back the dark tide as it spilled forth in its ceaseless
attempt to smother other mortals. Those who followed their passions, deep
dark purpose seeding within their souls the greed for dominion over others,
pushed against their Light blinded brothers and sisters, the only way they
understood to be truly free, following their own purposes. Vidar found
himself following the path of enlightenment, striving for a balance which
seemed unobtainable, yet still he strove. At first, he wondered at the
wisdom at a fight that could not be won, but he soon understood the zen of
the fight. Not all fights could be won, just as the tides would go forth,
simply to be pulled back again, the shadow would cover the lands and the
light would slowly push it back. The whole process would repeat, in a never
ending cycle. This seemed wisdom to him at the time.
One day, upon returning to the monastery after a long day of the meaningless
chores which filled his physical life in order to let his mind wander upon
the important matters given to those of his ilk, he walked into a scene from
a nightmare filled with blood and death. The young monks, children all,
laid in a circle as if arranged by some crude giants hand, decapitated.
Within that foul circle, their heads were arranged neatly in a pile. Vidars
whole body tensed, a cry issuing from his mouth upon seeing the dark carnage
before him. He didnt understand! Who would do this?
A Traitor - part 2
A figure separated from behind a column. It was the Master Finsha. His
Master. Vidar felt relief at first, but just as his body released ready to
run to him and ask what should be done, what had happened! Master Finsha
attacked. Vidar defended himself, as this man had instructed him. He cried
in anguish, defending blows and receiving more pain then he felt he was
capable of. He knew in his heart what had happened. Finsha had found a
path, had followed it and had sacrificed the younglings to this power.
Even as that thought echoed through his head, he redoubled his efforts,
pulling all his distaste and anger, shoving it deep within his soul letting
his inner chii reduce it to a pile of ash within his being. Finally calm,
he lashed out. Master Finsha flew from his outstretched hand. Finsha
regained his footing, staring at his young pupil, eyes narrowed, rage etched
upon his face, he attacked once more. Vidar met him strike for strike, the
Path of the Drunk, met the Snake Underfoot, met the Pretty Girl Dancing, met
Tigers Graceful Fall. Each movement faster and faster, each stance more
precise than the last. Until, finally, Vidar seemingly reached out and
struck with barely a brush at the throat of Finsha. Finsha staggered back,
clutching his ruined throat, panting and struggling to breathe.
Vidar sat as Finsha lay dying, staring at him with flat expressionless eyes,
waiting He had destroyed emotion, it no longer would rule his being. When
his Master finally expired, he stood and bowed in the direction of the
corpse. He then returned to the children and stared at their terrible
forms, letting the emotions he felt fly to his core, felt for only a moment,
before destroying them. He looked to the sky, closed his eyes and prayed.
Opening his eyes he entered a powerful stance, growing larger, humming like
a rasp on wood guttural and harsh. He opened his mouth and fires issued
forth, consuming the empty remains of that horrible circle. When the flame
died away and his form returned to normal, Vidar opened his eyes to survey
an emblem upon the ground before him, etched into the flagstones by the
Dragonfire. A Rampant Lion Roaring. He had his path. He would follow it.
Description:
A man of medium build stands here, his dark hair cut to his shoulders is
pulled back behind his head in a tail revealing upturned, lobeless ears.
Delicate features dominate his face, standing in stark contrast to his thick
shoulders and well muscled figure. He doesn't appear to be carrying any
weapons, though his hands look well calloused. Despite this his hands look
as if he is very meticulous with perfectly trimmed fingernails and not a mar
or speck of dirt upon them. He moves clumsily, each step he takes looks to
be nearly a trip.
Well fuck, things aren't looking too good for the Knights right now.
divsky
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I should add, good character, capable leader, and keeping a positive ratio considering the odds you were facing especially near the end is pretty impressive.
Vidar was one of mine. I decided to delete because I couldn't find a way to make him more interesting for me. I could feel him stagnating and I don't like having a cabal character, especially a mortal leader sitting doing nothing. I feel like it leaves other people, who may want to lead or try for leadership, sitting high and dry.
I loved all the duels I had. HUGE Kudos to Krite. I had some of my best battles with you.
Lorne, a pity we didn't get to do one more so I could try and tie it up.
Gidyon, keep it up, you are doing really well.
grant
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I kinda feel the same way about monks, Faelon. That being said, I totally knew this was you, and only really got to play with you on one of my chars, but you were cool as always. Hope you enjoy your next one.
divsky 
0 , 0 , 0 . I should add, good character, capable leader, and keeping a positive ratio considering the odds you were facing especially near the end is pretty impressive.
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I loved all the duels I had. HUGE Kudos to Krite. I had some of my best battles with you.
Lorne, a pity we didn't get to do one more so I could try and tie it up.
Gidyon, keep it up, you are doing really well.
grant 
0 , 0 , 0 . I kinda feel the same way about monks, Faelon. That being said, I totally knew this was you, and only really got to play with you on one of my chars, but you were cool as always. Hope you enjoy your next one. Narun 0 , 0 , 0 . Damnit you were one I was always searching for to fight, maybe I'll get a chance with your next monk... with my next monk.
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