The story of Daorisk is a short and simple one. This unordinary monk was
average in every way growing up. In his sect, that was fine, journey before
destination. Day after day, he practiced with the masters who trained them
and the other students. Strike, block, kick, dodge, move, and move some
more. During the day they trained their bodies, in the evening their minds.
Every single day brought new challenges, and every single day more
questions. Finally the time came. For him to advance to his final rank, he
must undertake his trial. All monks of this order set out on a journey once
their training complete to attain their mastery. Few returned
grand-masters, but the mantra said it all. Journey before destination.
Many did return to take up habits, but the mastery trial tended to be many
years. Long and hard, did he think about what his trial would entail.
Finally decision made he set out.
The first thing you notice about this one, is an angry red brand on his
face. The brand travels up and over his bald head. Clearly the mark of
something terrible. Luckily for him the tips of the burn miss his eyes,
clear and green they are. His rounded ears seem too small for his small
bald head. Every other thing about him appears average. Not very tall,
even for a human's standards he seems to be perfectly still from one moment
to the next. He appears fit, but only just with no real definition to speak