Full Name: Aritius Jesahi (Laist Vakoilem) Race: Asrai Age: 126 Eye Color: Deep Green Hair Color/Hair Style: Dark brown/Shaved Gender: Male Weapon/Armor Specialization (If Any): One-handed swords and knives/daggers. Light leather armor. Personal History:
A young boy watches from under his bed as men ransack his house as the cries of his family fill the air. The sounds stop and the boy crawls from under his bed nervously looking around for his family. Immense heat fills the house and the air around him becomes filled with smoke. Flames can be seen creeping up the side of the house from the boy's window. He runs quickly down the stairs and outside of his house and it becomes fully ingulved in fire. He watches from around the corner of the burning house as his father is loaded into a cage that is on a wagon. The men mount their horses and move off into the night along with the wagon that holds his father. The boy runs after the wagon and the horses, but they are lost into the darkness of the night.
"Be brave," the boy's mother tells him.
He looks over at his mother who is dying on the ground. He runs over to her and falls to his knees holding her as she takes the last of he breathes. With one last look at the darkness that his father drifted off to, the boy hugs his mom crying.
"It's their fault, these humans. It's all their fault!"
***
A man sits at a table reading pieces of parchment with jumbled words and letters on them. As he reads through the scraps as he counts letters, then writes a single letter on another piece of parchment. The man has the letters G, T, H, M and P on his parchment. He turns the parchment of jumbled letters over and starts counting again. He adds an E, T, E, A and S to his letters and arranges the letters which spell out 'GET THE MAPS'. He stands up and pushes the chair he was sitting in back to the table. The candle that burns on the wall flickers brightly as he burns the parchment in it.
He walks down a hallway and stops at a door, knocking lightly on it. With no answer from the other side, he slowly opens the door and walks in. On a table sits lots of unorganized papers and large rolls of parchment. He unrolls one and starts to examine it. Unsatified with its details he rolls it back up and replaces it to its original spot. He then unrolls a smaller parchment and looks over it quickly before he puts it in his belt.
"What are you doing?!" shouts a voice that startles Laist.
"Nothing, Count, my lord," Laist replies.
"You were looking at my maps! You have no business here peasant!" the Count shouts to him.
"No, I was looking for... for my list of duties," pleads Laist.
"LIAR! How dare you insult me in such a way! Who are you?"
"It's Laist Vakoilem, your hired servent."
"I will not stand for this. You are a liar and a insult my ruling upon this land," the Count tells Laist, "Guards! Take this man to the dungeons."
Guards open the doors to the room and grab Laist by his arms to be taken away. Laist doesn't fight it, but they drag him off by his arms regardless. They take him to the lower level of the Counts fortress where Laist is assigned a cell. The guards throw Laist in the cell and slam the large iron door shut and laugh at Laist.
"Looks like you did it now little, man. The Count will have you dead by morning," the one guard tells Laist with a snicker.
"Is that so big man?" Laist asks walking up to the hefty door that seperates the guard and Laist.
"Yeah, it is!" the guard reassures Laist as he grabs his shoulder tightly.
Laist puts his hand on the gaurds forearm and with a quick gesture, breaks his arm at the elbow. The guard falls to his knees with a cry of pain that's lost with the yelling of the rebellion from outside. Laist then grabs the guards head bashing it on the iron bars of the door and breaks his neck. The second guards turns and shoves his sword through the iron bars, missing Laist, who grabs the guards hands holding him to the door. Laist tugs him toward the door slamming him into it as he disarms the guard of his weapon. He twirls the sword and jams it through the guards throat, killing him. He kneels down retriving the keys and opens his cell, escaping.
Laist escapes out of the fortress and sees the masses of people that are revolting against the Count and his rule over the land. Laist joins them in ranks, as he too refuses to let the Count's rampaging continue without any kind of justice be brought upon him.
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Race: Asrai
Age: 126
Eye Color: Deep Green
Hair Color/Hair Style: Dark brown/Shaved
Gender: Male
Weapon/Armor Specialization (If Any): One-handed swords and knives/daggers. Light leather armor.
Personal History:
A young boy watches from under his bed as men ransack his house as the cries of his family fill the air. The sounds stop and the boy crawls from under his bed nervously looking around for his family. Immense heat fills the house and the air around him becomes filled with smoke. Flames can be seen creeping up the side of the house from the boy's window. He runs quickly down the stairs and outside of his house and it becomes fully ingulved in fire. He watches from around the corner of the burning house as his father is loaded into a cage that is on a wagon. The men mount their horses and move off into the night along with the wagon that holds his father. The boy runs after the wagon and the horses, but they are lost into the darkness of the night.
"Be brave," the boy's mother tells him.
He looks over at his mother who is dying on the ground. He runs over to her and falls to his knees holding her as she takes the last of he breathes. With one last look at the darkness that his father drifted off to, the boy hugs his mom crying.
"It's their fault, these humans. It's all their fault!"
***
A man sits at a table reading pieces of parchment with jumbled words and letters on them. As he reads through the scraps as he counts letters, then writes a single letter on another piece of parchment. The man has the letters G, T, H, M and P on his parchment. He turns the parchment of jumbled letters over and starts counting again. He adds an E, T, E, A and S to his letters and arranges the letters which spell out 'GET THE MAPS'. He stands up and pushes the chair he was sitting in back to the table. The candle that burns on the wall flickers brightly as he burns the parchment in it.
He walks down a hallway and stops at a door, knocking lightly on it. With no answer from the other side, he slowly opens the door and walks in. On a table sits lots of unorganized papers and large rolls of parchment. He unrolls one and starts to examine it. Unsatified with its details he rolls it back up and replaces it to its original spot. He then unrolls a smaller parchment and looks over it quickly before he puts it in his belt.
"What are you doing?!" shouts a voice that startles Laist.
"Nothing, Count, my lord," Laist replies.
"You were looking at my maps! You have no business here peasant!" the Count shouts to him.
"No, I was looking for... for my list of duties," pleads Laist.
"LIAR! How dare you insult me in such a way! Who are you?"
"It's Laist Vakoilem, your hired servent."
"I will not stand for this. You are a liar and a insult my ruling upon this land," the Count tells Laist, "Guards! Take this man to the dungeons."
Guards open the doors to the room and grab Laist by his arms to be taken away. Laist doesn't fight it, but they drag him off by his arms regardless. They take him to the lower level of the Counts fortress where Laist is assigned a cell. The guards throw Laist in the cell and slam the large iron door shut and laugh at Laist.
"Looks like you did it now little, man. The Count will have you dead by morning," the one guard tells Laist with a snicker.
"Is that so big man?" Laist asks walking up to the hefty door that seperates the guard and Laist.
"Yeah, it is!" the guard reassures Laist as he grabs his shoulder tightly.
Laist puts his hand on the gaurds forearm and with a quick gesture, breaks his arm at the elbow. The guard falls to his knees with a cry of pain that's lost with the yelling of the rebellion from outside. Laist then grabs the guards head bashing it on the iron bars of the door and breaks his neck. The second guards turns and shoves his sword through the iron bars, missing Laist, who grabs the guards hands holding him to the door. Laist tugs him toward the door slamming him into it as he disarms the guard of his weapon. He twirls the sword and jams it through the guards throat, killing him. He kneels down retriving the keys and opens his cell, escaping.
Laist escapes out of the fortress and sees the masses of people that are revolting against the Count and his rule over the land. Laist joins them in ranks, as he too refuses to let the Count's rampaging continue without any kind of justice be brought upon him.