Tharnavlys and Fírhaon
Jan 2, 2013 17:31:59 GMT -5
Post by bl4ckj3t on Jan 2, 2013 17:31:59 GMT -5
Full name: Tharnavlys (orphan).
Other name: Tharvlys (humans and dwarves)/Orya fras Sverdar - Arrows from Swords (elves)
Race: Half-elf/Half-human
Side: Varden
Birthplace: Du Weldenvarden
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Birthday: Beginning of April
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black, straight and short, but long enough to cover the point of his ears.
Weight: 56kg
Height: 1,64m
Magic User: Yes, is experienced with light manipulation and healing spells.
Preferred Weapons: Two swords old Rider swords he took from the elven "storage", "Solus um Thringa" (Sun and Rain). He used two normal scimitars before getting them.
Solus: A curved blade which is quickly recognized as a scimitar. With the length of about one and a half meter, a handle for only one hand with a red ruby at it, and the steel color changes slowly between yellow, orange and red, resembling the sun. Tharnavlys keep the scimitar on its grey scabbard, which is hung on his back crossing with Thringa's.
Thringa: Also a scimitar, but differently from Solus, this blade has its own one color, a very dark blue, resembling the color of clouds of heavy rain in the sky. With its measures being the same of its pair, at the handle there is a blue sapphire. Thringa is kept in its black scabbard, ready to be used in battle along with Solus.
Appearance: He has got a handsome face due to his elf blood making his appearance more "delicate", but not many people can see it as he is always wearing a cloak with a hood when he can to disguise his identity.
Personality: Due to his life condition, Tharnavlys lives as a quiet loner, only with his dragon, wolf and a few trustworthy and good friends to stand aside and chat with. His rejection and treatment in both societies (humans and elves) because of his blood has caused him to grow suspicious and cautious when it comes to other people, and also contributed to his rage and bravery/stupidity (depending on the situation) when he acts in favor of the ones he sees as bad-treated. He has a rebel spirit which is mostly kept inside himself, but also seen when he can no longer stay calm with whatever situation he is into.
Likes: He likes to read when he can, to be praised by his efforts, to be friend with the animals, mainly wolves, and to sleep. Also noted by his love for eating, despite being in shape (result of not having access to much food due to his salary).
Dislikes: Highly populated places, being separated from his dragon and/or wolf, and being woke up. He feels uncomfortable when near werecats.
Strengths: Tharnavlys can locate himself and track people/animals with ease. He is very experienced at becoming silent and invisible in the woods, and has sharp reflexes developed by hunting coupled with his caution. He is a proficient hunter and a good cooker. Learned to understand the wolves, but can be wrong sometimes. His half-elf blood makes him quicker and stronger than humans, and will also live longer (later he becomes immortal due to being a Rider). Refuses to use a full armor, only choosing the helmet, and wearing a hard leather suit which allows him to move silently and much quicker, but it may also have a high cost.
Weakness: He can be taunted by using his half-bloodiness as an insult, although he has been trying to control himself. Easily lured when targeting at his few friends or his wolf (and obviously dragon). His half-human blood makes him weaker and slower than the elves. Refuses to use a full armor, only choosing the helmet, and wearing a hard leather suit which allows him to move silently and much quicker, but it may also have a high cost.
Family: None, his mother is deceased, his father is a normal Imperial soldier, and he knows nothing about them whatsoever.
History: Tharnavlys' life is unusual for an elf. His mother was a very distracted and unaware elf which had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. She was gathering herbs in Du Weldenvarden, and so blissfully that she didn't notice to be approaching the forest border. She was seen by an Imperial guard on patrol who was specialized at the use of venoms and such, so he used a dart to paralyze her, mistaking her for one of the rebels, her identity protected by a dark cloak with hood she wore. When her body fell, the soldier looked at her body more closely, and her sensuality along with the fact that he hadn't seen a woman in a long time, made his instincts take control of his body and he raped her, still unaware of her being an elf. When he finished, it was already late, so he decided to go back to his camp and left her there laying on the ground, not knowing her value if taken to the Empire as a prisoner.
The elf managed to get up a few minutes earlier, and having watched her own body being violated while having nothing able to do, she decided not to come back to the elves, not able to stand her shame and being so naive at the point of having no protection around herself. A few weeks later, she discovered to be pregnant, and dwelled in the forest, eating fruits and seeds she could find, until the day of birth. She struggled to give birth to the child, using all of her energy and great effort. When she managed to do it, she was too weak and bleeding too much. She knew she was going to die soon, so she did her best and put the baby on a net made of leaves and vines, covered him with her cloak and then barely walked away to die.
The child elf was found by an elf on patrol at the boarder who heard its cry. He investigated the baby for clues and, unable to find its mother or whoever the cloak belonged to, took it to Ellésmera to be taken care of. The child grew healthy and strong, on a house built for him only, and soon characteristics began to appear and distinguished him from the other elves, revealing his human blood. He was named Tharnavlys. He named himself Tharnavlys Half-Elf.
If children were rare among the elves, having a half-blooded orphan was a first to them. As the boy was more and more evidently becoming different from his people, they began to walk away from him, to consider him as something which shouldn't have happened, as if he had a disease. He began studying all by himself, such as known poems and battles, stories and both the human and ancient language. Only training his magic and sword skills was done in company of his teacher, and even though he had the disadvantage of his human blood, he could stand toe to toe when sparing with the other elves. After learning that it was possible to store energy within gems, he got a diamond stone from his teacher, and acknowledging the difference one with full power could make, he stored his own energy he could spare at the end of every day. He liked to practice bow and arrow a lot, and he showed promising skills when wielding two swords, along with healing magic. Soon, at the age of 16, he realized he couldn't stay with the elves anymore, he was tired of being treated differently, so he took whatever resources he had and fled to the deep of Du Weldenvarden.
At first he moved away from the elf city as much as he could, bringing his mother's cloak with him as always, the only thing he had which was meaningful to him, a bow with a quiver, two swords, a knife, and food. He decided to eat his own food first, slowly and gathering fruits and seeds for later, when the ones he brought would end. Then, when he was hungry and both food taken and found were gone, he spotted a big wolf, female, her body being a mix of grey, black and white, fallen on the ground. He noticed a wound on her back. There was also some wolf puppies laying dead around her. Tharnavlys guessed correctly that they must have died of hunger without their mother to hunt for them. Then he saw two important small movements near her belly. The first was it going up and down. She was still alive, barely breathing. The second was a small puppy, black on its whole body except for a line between its eyes that headed to its nose and spread making all of it white, and at the end of its legs, before reaching the paws, there was a sudden change from the dark black fur to a snow white one. It was poking its mother's belly as if asking what happened, why wouldn't she get up. The elf could see that soon both of them would die too, if nothing was done. And this feeling of being able to do something for the animals along with the elf valorization to life, made him heal the wolf's wounds by using some of the energy within diamond stone which he kept in his pocket as he had no more energy himself. By the time he finished, she was laying still, breathing, sleeping. Now he needed to get meat for the pup. A good time later, he returned with two rabbits, an arrow through each, both not quick enough to flee, and the mother was now awake, trying to stand up. He took the arrow back and stripped out the skin from one, making it easier for the pup to eat and gave the other to the mother, touching her mind with his to calm her down and stay still. Watching them do it made him realize how hungry he still was, and seeing how the pup couldn't even consume one third of the meat, he took the rest and cooked with a fire. The elves didn't eat meat, but after all, he was also human, and it wasn't something he was ready to give his life for. The taste was different from everything he ever tasted, even after he burnt it a little, but he needed to get used to it. He would most likely need to keep hunting in order to feed himself, to keep his life going ahead. Meanwhile the female wolf was able to get up and was curiously watching the fire, while the pup hid underneath her. Both of their grey eyes shone with the light of the fire, giving even the small one a somewhat knowledge look. Strangely, after the half-elf got up to leave, mother followed him as the pup followed her. He acquired some companions on the woods, and decided to name them. The mother was Spark because of her fascination with fire. The small pup which was identified as a male, was Eclipse, because of his colors, black covering white. There was no need for names in the Ancient Language. Now he was Tharnavlys Half-Human.
He lived every day by hunting together with Spark and Eclipse, with no trouble. He spent a great deal of time watching the wolves' actions and communicating with them using his mind, and so he was able to understand a large amount of their own "language" within those. He also learned necessary skills, developed from his hunting experience, such as stealth moving, tracking animals, sharp reflexes by unexpected surprises, such as a bear or a boar, locating himself by watching the stars and learning how many of which kind were at a location and how long. He even improved his already excellent archery and sword skills. And of course, he was able to cook a good meal from a good day of hunting. All was going well until the day Spark died. Tharnavlys was 19 at then, and there was no special cause. She was already old and after one night's sleep didn't make it to the next morning. The half-elf was in so much grief for her that he decided to change his routine, it was the first time he lost someone or something he held dear, and it was painful. At the end he decided to head to a human city and try a new life, to live his own life at its fullest and with diversity, and be useful to the ones he is close with as much as possible. He final decision was to head to Teirm and act as a mercenary. Until some new opportunity showed up.
Tharnavlys entered the gates as "Tharvlys", a mercenary looking for a job, and his eyes looked at the guard so fierce and wildly, that the guards at the city entrance didn't even try to question more about the shady figure under the cloak, nor about the wolf, now grown up, big enough to tore a man's throat. When he entered a bar to hear some news and ask the barman if someone was searching for a "private soldier", a drunk man annoyed him about his wolf when he needed to go unnoticed, so he left quickly, except he didn't notice a man following him. And that man didn't noticed a woman following him. Tharvlys was so distracted at the new city that he only saw Eclipse's warning when it was too late. He was about to grab his knife when the stalker told him not to move or he would shoot an arrow. Tharvlys obediently stood still until the man ordered him to put all his weapons carefully on the ground, along with his valuable possessions. Eclipse was growling to the thief, but Tharvlys ordered him to stay put. The moment the half-elf was about to try using magic to save his own skin, a shadow approached the man with extreme silence and quickness. He only noticed the woman behind him when she had her dagger on his throat. She asked the thief if he would choose his life or HIS valuable possessions. He ran leaving some money, his bow, and a gold thread, used as a necklace, which he had stolen earlier. She examined the jewel and put it around her own neck, hiding it under her vest. Tharnavlys like before introduced himself as Tharvlys, and thanked her, but the woman, while taking the thief's belongings, replied that she hated thieves like that man and she would help anyone targeted by them. Also, she asked him if what he meant at the inn was true and the half-elf nodded, carefully telling her he was a mercenary. She examined him and the wolf, then gestured at them to follow her, and with curiosity and cautiousness, they did. She led then to an inn where she guaranteed they would be able to rest peacefully. On their way, he was able to look at her more carefully. Long red hair, seemed to be at the age of 20, maybe a little more older. He had some money he took from Ellésmera and used to it to pay for a room, and together with Eclipse, they slept like a rock. He hadn't felt a bed in years.
The next morning was full of surprises. It started by the appearance of the woman at the breakfast. She came to Tharvlys' table and introduced herself as Kayla, daughter of the innkeeper. Now the half-elf could clearly see her dark brown eyes. Then she took him to a separate table in another room, where there were many figures sitting around it, shouting and singing happily. She revealed to the half-elf that they were all mercenaries, and if he had good skills and wanted, he could be part of the group. The first to notice them was a huge man which bowed to Kayla, and he introduced himself as Sturm. Having a mustache and a small beard made him look older then most of the group, and he was wearing part of a plate armor and didn't seem to be bothered by it. There was a longsword hanging on his waist, beautiful and polished as if new. Then a young man, with the apparent age of nearly 16, came running. He was called Fern, and as Kayla said he was the thief of the group, Tharvlys instinctively put his hand over his small diamond. The boy had a black hair and a long ponytail, which almost reached his waist. There were 2 people left. One was a shady and cloaked man in a corner, wearing a robe, the other was a... Dwarf! A dwarf in the inn of Teirm, a great distance from the Beor Mountains, where the race lived! The half-elf became even more confused as he got up from his seat with a cup of beer and walked to greet him as if all was perfect. He only grunted when Tharvlys introduced himself, and drank some of his beer before saying his name, Taric. Some of the beer dropped on his chin, and he used his sleeve to clean it. Incredibly, he looked younger than Sturm, something which Tharvlys knew was very improbable. Kayla explained that between the group there was no matter of race, age or anything. Anyone could be part of the group, unless they didn't have the necessary skill or did not agree to that policy between them. She looked at him with a questioning look and he shook his head, meaning he wasn't one of those. At last there was the cloaked figure, and this time it was Sturm who told him the man's name, Lofrvar, and, with some fear in his voice, he explained he was the group magician, and a powerful one, who liked to stay alone thinking about his magic issues that none of the others would understand. Only when Tharvlys approached the man did he looked away from whatever he was doing and seemed to investigate everything he could about the half-elf with his eyes, and Tharvlys shrugged. When he reached the magician, both cloaked and hooded figures stared at each other and then the man's eyes widened. Tharvlys also panicked as he knew what was about to happen, but could do nothing but watch. The man took away his hood revealing his brown, greasy hair, and revealed to the others he was an elf while pointing at him and backing away a few steps. There was a moment of silence, as an elf wasn't spotted in ages, and the race even became something like a myth for a big amount of the humans in Alagaesia. Taric was the first one to recover from the news and asked Lofrvar if he was certain about, and adding that the newcomer could have a nice reason why bot to reveal his identity. Lofrvar replied he wasn't sure of what Tharvlys entirely was, but he was certain that he had elf blood in him. Tharvlys finally decided to tell them he was a special case, a half-elf, and everyone stared at him with an awe. Kayla grabbed him and lead to another closed room. She said that they were only dazed because it was very rare to see one from the elf race. The group had most of their jobs done for the Varden and so they had heard some rumors about the elves, but never saw one. He could still work with them if he wanted. As she had said before, they did not care about race or age. But he would have to give them some info. He hesitantly agreed.
They came out of the room and he told them he was still willing to work with them if they said in the ancient language they meant him no harm. They swore and so he told them how he was treated among the elves, and how he decided to run away. How he got the company of Eclipse, and his days of living along with him and Spark, until the day she died, when he decided to come. He even told them his real name, but told them to call him Tharvlys, as it would draw less suspicion. All of them listened to the story silently, and when he finished they exchanged looks. Finally, Sturm gestured Tharvlys to follow him. He would be tested in combat skills.
Behind the inn was a big atrium, filled only with grass and trees at the edges. There he was tested in sword and in magic, by Sturm and Lofrvar. The giant warrior used along with his longsword a giant rectangular shield, which despite looking to be very heavy could be wielded easily by him. They were surprised with his quickness and technique with two swords, and he also showed them his great aim and speed at archery. At magic it was different. Lofrvar was unlike any magician Tharvlys had ever fought with, which was extremely surprise with him being a human. When he was asked to show his spells, he was reluctant, but started by the simpler and slowly advancing to the ones which were more complex and harder. Although the test didn't seem to be over and the magician seemed to be bored, he suddenly declared Tharvlys to be of great use in magical skills. And so he was approved in the group. At the end of the day Kayla told him should he ever harm anyone of the group purposely, she would hint and kill him herself. He believed in every word.
The group had a very good teamwork, and were successful at every mission they received. Kayla's father, the innkeeper, received letters of job proposal for the group, and they not only used the money for their livings, but some of it was also for the inn, to keep it going and soon it was clear this place was their home. They hardly met at morning at an open place, because their appearance could draw unwanted attention and the dwarf could be easily spotted, so most of their time was at the inn, or at missions. The jobs varied from body-guarding to storming a house and getting someone's desired object. Kayla was right, most of the missions came from the Varden, and they did them as it was of no matter. They also didn't like the Empire. In time, Thatvlys learned little by little the story of each one of them.
Kayla's father was in a bad financial situation. Her mother was alive back then. The inn hardly had any clients and the funds were ending. Her dad had borrowed some money from a merchant and he couldn't afford to pay it back. She had the habit of pretending to be a soldier and hack kitchen knives into a tree, and also trowing them at it until she could hear a satisfying "TOCK!" and it was buried deep inside the "enemy". And that was what she was doing when two men, sent by the merchant, arrived at her house. Hearing her mother's scream, she stopped and hurried to the house. Knives in hands. When she came in, her mother was laying on the floor, dead, and the two men, one with a sword and the other with a spiked club, were slowly approaching her cornered father. Both with their back to her. Perhaps they didn't know there was a 10 years old girl, or maybe they thought she would be in her room, hiding under the bed. Enraged by what she saw, she did not think twice: she ran and stabbed the one holding the sword and he fell on the floor in pain. His partner, astonished, turned to see a little girl with knives staring wildly at him. She threw one skillfully, but he sent it away with the club, and laughed. He did not see the other one that was coming right after. His father was as much astonished as the men the entire "battle". After that occurrence, she decided to train more and become a warrior, able to protect her father if something like that ever happened again. As for the merchant, a scary visit was enough to deal with him. She despised the Empire for not helping its people, and so turned her back to them. She was going to create a mercenary group, and they would fight against the Empire in every way they were asked to.
Sturm's history is based on honor. His father was a common soldier who managed, through brave acts, to ascend into the position of captain. His mother was daughter of a traveling merchant, and they married by love. Everything was fine until the day the captain was summoned to a battle where he was needed, and as always, he answered the call. Sturm was born right after, and his father had disappeared after a battle: his soldiers found his sword, but his body couldn't be found. The baby grew healthy and strong, fed mainly by the stories of his father's bravery and honor, and as a boy, he promised he would follow his father's steps to always value honor and give back glory to his family. Unfortunately, his mother died, sick when he was about to enter the army, and so he sold the house and became a warrior. He was always fearless in battle, standing for his allies and protecting his friends in battle. There was rarely someone who could defeat him and his huge shield, movable only by his incredible strength. After he was promoted to a better rank, there was a call to a battle. The problem was that one of his father's political enemies, his superior, was to lead the group of men, and they were strongly outnumbered. Sturm realized there was no point in fighting there, after all, he wouldn't mistake stupidity with bravery, and so he argued with the superior and left with some soldiers who were wise enough to agree with him. He was no more a soldier of the Empire, but there were no survivors of that battle that day. Before leaving to roam across the country, a friend from his father called him and gave him the long forgotten sword, which he from then valued more than his own life, and always carried with him. Standing on another point of view, he saw how the Empire treated those who opposed them, and so he understood the reason of the Varden's fight. He wanted to fight too. That is when he found Kayla, at Teirm, who offered him to be part of a group she was about to create, and which would from time to time help the Varden whenever they asked them to do it.
Fern was born in a small town, but he always dreamt about traveling to wild places, seeing huge war battles and, of course, to be part of them, to be important. There was only one problem: he was poor. He was an orphan from a normal family. His parents victims from fever, he was taken a baby to the orphanage. Raised there, he learned the hard way to survive all by himself, and also by the others, stealing from then. He was caught a good amount of times, but as most of the times they were small and not valuable objects, he was only warned by the city guards and the orphanage owner. By the time he was a teenager, his technique was practically perfect. He could steal things from people he was chatting with right under their nose. He also trained with a knuckle, kept hidden in his sleeve, but easily reachable when in times of trouble, which was something very frequent if things went wrong. But it was a small town, with small prizes available and everyone would know he was the thief. So he left to a better place to live, to explore, and with richer people to steal from. He also developed skills at picking locks silently at an amazing speed and to find safes and open them. You could say his bad and good lick was an attempt at Teirm, to steal from a woman, Kayla. She seemed to be a good target, he stalked her carefully throughout the city and she had spent some money, which meant she had some change and maybe even some left. Also, there could be jewelry, but he couldn't confirm it, since it was too risky to see her face to face. When she walked into an empty street Fern decided to act. He was already with his hand inside her pockets, quietly grabbing something, when suddenly she turned and grabbed his wrist! Fern jumped in astonishment, but his other hand was already sliding under his pocket to use the knuckle as if acting by instinct. However, when he fit the weapon in his hand, he found a dagger near his throat. Who was this woman? She looked at how young the boy was, and was amazed by his skills, but he tried to steal from her and it was a mistake. She pulled him to a very close distance and told him to never pickpocket someone in Teirm ever again or she would herself deal with him. Then she let him go and saw him run away. What she did not see was the smile in his face. She pulled Fern close enough for him to finish his job. Some days later, when he was looking for targets, a hand grabbed him and pressed him against a wall. It was her, and she seemed calm, which almost made him panic. She spent a great deal of time trying to convince him that she wouldn't harm him, and after he reluctantly agreed, she dragged him to a nearby restaurant. Kayla explained to him how exceptional his skills were, to manage that pickpocket on herself, and he could even protect himself, with his hidden knuckle, and she wanted to work with him. Again, she spent a lot of time to convince him, but once she said Fern would be paid well for his jobs, he accepted the proposal quickly. And then she told him to pay the meal, after all, he owned her money.
Taric had a problem, he was a heavy drinker, always getting into fights with other dwarves and yet, his fighting style was unique: when he was drunk, a wound would be much less painful to him, and in his drunken rage, he could still maintain his balance to kill any for in battle. Reason why none of the dwarves would stay around when he had a beer in his hands. As a solution, the Dwarf King asked him to go with a new mercenary group, in their first mission for the Varden, to check if it was successful and if they were not spies or future traitors of the Varden. This way, he could battle away with the group and the Varden would get the reports, a win-win situation. The problem was how to get Taric inside Teirm, which was solved with an underground tunnel discovered by one of the Varden agents inside the city, and then the group gathered to meet the newcomer. There were Kayla, Sturm and Fern. The mission was simple, to track a group of imperial soldiers who were near the city and gather info about them, but something went wrong and they were ambushed by a smaller group following the first, supposedly reinforcements. They were in a bad situation, badly outnumbered. They were all fighting bravely, but Fern ended up knocked by a soldier and Sturm and Kayla were tired and wounded, so Taric forced himself to enter his drunken rage with a potion prepared beforehand for emergencies like those and held his battleaxe firmly, but he didn't warn the others to stay away. When he woke from his condition, all of the ambush group were dead, but Sturm and Fern, now awake, were on their knees around Kayla, who was laying on the ground. Sturm looked at the dwarf with a great deal of hate. He was able to protect himself behind his giant shield, but Kayla... Looking at what he had done to the supposed ally, Taric felt badly guilty, and made a silent vow not to drink enough to lose his mind ever again, unless it would be extremely necessary, not only for him but for his allies. He saw the wound on her chest, possibly when he was spinning his axe she was on the way, and he felt even more guilt. Not saying a word, the three of them rushed back to the city and took her to the inn. To their surprise, waiting for them was a shadowy man in a robe, who only raised his head to look at the dying woman and with a curiously watching the dwarf, the first he ever saw. He quietly followed them into the inn and introduced himself as Lofrvar. He told them he could heal her, but there were two conditions: first, he was to be part of the group, and he swore to them in the ancient language he meant no harm. Second, he would have free access to any gem or precious stone in possession of the dwarf, or any he would find in the future, to studying and magical purposes. The dwarf hesitated at first, but seeing that there was no other way to help her, he agreed. Then the magician took a small topaz out of his pocket and began chanting slowly. After some minutes, her wound was much better, but as the magician said there was still more to be done they left him alone with her. That night, Taric also decided to join the group as a mean of repaying them. After that incident, Sturm forgave the dwarf for his mistake, but he is always pointing Taric's errors whenever the dwarf makes one.
Lofrvar had the most interesting and hazy history, known to Tharvlys only piece by piece, and he spent some time connecting the dots. Incredibly, both of his parents were magicians, and so his childhood was not only filled with normal studies, but he learned the Ancient Language very early. He trained every day his magical skills, looking to home them in order to make his parents proud. Their main lesson was about storing energy within objects and using the energy contained on the surroundings, which was provided by the nature. He learned to measure the correct amount possible to be taken from the other living beings without causing them harm, and at his twelfth birthday his parents gave him a topaz, passed down by the family, in which themselves had stored some energy and telling him he should always do the same, helpful as it might prove to be. However, even though they did not support the Varden, they refused to be part of the king's arsenal of mages whe asked to do so, and as such refusal was always treated by the king, they were executed by the Empire. Lofrvar packed everything about the Ancient Language they had the day soldiers came to take his parents, books and even scrolls, and left the house. He traveled across Alagaesia studying to get better anytime he could, and made his loving by using them as magic shows, for the people entertainment. His skills were improving quickly, thanks to practice everyday. There were hours and hours of reading. Years later, when he was already an adult, he arrived in Teirm and heard there was a mercenary group. He decided to join them should they be on the Varden's side, seeing it as the perfect opportunity to hurt the Empire little by little. To his surprise, when he was waiting for the group, which the innkeeper had informed would be coming back soon, they arrived with a dwarf, making his suspicions about the group support on the Varden correct. Also, something must had gone wrong, as the woman was dying and it probably wasn't on her plans to do so. He looked at the dwarf again, imagining the amount of gems he could have access to, a nice storage of energy for him. As Lofrvar thought about it, the topaz in his pocket came to his mind and he knew he could save the girl using the respectable amount of energy kept in the stone, which he also added over the years. He told the group he would do so in two conditions: to have free access to the dwarf's gems and to be part of them. They agreed and he did his job as best as he could, and the next morning, Kayla, which was the woman's name, was doing well, resting on bed. She thanked him herself, but he did not bother telling her his reasons or history. He would have his payback in time.
Tharvlys spent five years, with the group, some days practicing sword, others magic and archery. He and Lofrvar spent some time talking about possible spells, and trained in the Ancient Language. Both of them agreed in the big usefulness that gems had when stored with magic. The half-elf was still nervous about other people. Anytime we wanted to leave the inn, he would have to make sure his hair was covering his ears edge, and even then he would put a cloak to help his disguise, even though his small leather armor he chose to wear, trading some safety for speed, did not caught as much attention as Sturm's plate armor. Also, he almost intervened sometimes when he saw someone get oppressed with no cause, and at those moments Kayla and Fern had to hold him. Sturm just watched painfully, as if every treatment the people received was to himself. Tharvlys' main concern wasn't in society or appearance, but in the long time he used to switch from bow to swords, and the opposite too. He got an idea from Lofrvar and decided to test it. He chanted a spell which allowed him to use light to bind his two swords, one held upside down to the other, and another quick chant to make a bow string made of light. For this to work, he needed curved swords, and chose two scimitars. The light string was from one tip of a blade to the tip of the other, and the whole group of two swords along with it pictured a bow. He knocked an arrow and shot it, the arrow made a perfect curve in the air as if it was from a normal bow. The spell was abnormal, but so simple doable that almost no energy left his body. He swung the blades in the air, holding at the swords handle. It could work. He could break the spell anytime to have two swords back again, or maintain it to keep his bow. His blade-bow. Eclipse grew and was huge, an adult wolf. Tharvlys trained him well enough to approach enemies silently, and as to where he should attack them. The wolf even saved his life a few times.
All of Tharvlys' life changed again after one mission. They were supposed to steal a precious rock from an important landlord and deliver it for the Varden. As the house the object was in happened to be strongly guarded, they would wait until night, when Kayla, Sturm and Taric could cause a distraction, and as soon as Tharvlys helped Fern enter the house unnoticed, Lafrvor would get the warriors out of trouble with some magic. All went according to the plan until Fern got into the house. Tharvlys heard some screams and shouts and a few minutes earlier Fern showed up with a bag, which had the stone inside, and aside from a few scratches in his body, a big cut was noticeable on his forehead. Fern said the soldiers knew they were coming, something was wrong. Also, strangely the rock was on a shelf, as if its owner did not have knowledge of its value. Tharvlys quickly healed him and ate a piece of bread he had in his pocked while they were moving away, but they heard more men approaching and they were getting near. Fern suddenly took the rock out of the bag and gave it to Tharvlys, telling him he would get the soldiers away as a bait with the bag, so that he could make sure they got the package to the Varden. The half-elf tried to object but the thief, now almost a man as much as him, was already gone, running on a more lighted place to lure the soldiers away. Tharvlys could only keep his way and reached a clearing inside some forest. He whistled loudly and Eclipse jumped out from a bush. He had been waiting around the house, and answered the call. Both ran away deeper into the woods before the soldiers came to investigate the noise.
When they reached what seemed to be the deepest parts of the woods, and when Tharvlys was sure they were bot being followed, he stopped for a rest and then looked at the rock better. The rock was all black and polished, it could blend into the might if not in his hands. He admired the rock's beauty when he remembered an image he had seen years ago, when he was among the elves. The image was in a book, he remembered now. It was a drawn picture of a... A dragon egg! Yes, now that he looked better he could recognize all the characteristics and resemblances of eggs described within books, poems and which he even heard about inside Ellésmera. He, perhaps the most unusual being in Alagaesia, had a dragon egg in his hands. He needed to decide about what to do with it. Yes, taking it back to the group and still giving it back to the Varden as requested would be the best option. They were supposed to meet at the inn inside Teirm if something happened, as always, and the place they were was very close to the city. The group would also clearly support the rise of a new Rider among the Varden, and it would happen only because of their actions. Certainly they served the cause well. So the half-elf began to move back to Teirm, he would use the same passage Taric used to get in the city, connected directly to the inn. But before he even got out of the forest, guided by the stars, his world shattered. The egg was hatching in his own hands.
At first he almost let the egg drop out of astonishment. No, this couldn't be happening! Why him above all else? Why would a dragon choose a rider like him, when there were certainly a lot of people, who even dreamt about the possibility? Of course it was an honor, be human or elf, to be chosen to be a Rider, but he had a such a hard life. Hardly being accepted as who he was, an so he left to create his own path. He fought, hunted and suffered, to have his missions with his new friends, he spent days working on his skills, training, and all was gone. Before Tharvlys could quietly panic even more, a small black head came out of the shell. He slowly put the rest of the egg on the ground while the little dragon finished coming out of it. The dragon sniffed the air around him quietly, and looked at Tharvlys as if noticing only now his presence. As the creature headed slowly towards him, Eclipse which had been watching curiously everything, walked to the dragon and began sniffing him. Unsure of what might happen, Tharvlys growled for Eclipse to stop, one of the few commands he managed to master perfectly, and the wolf walked back to where he was. Suddenly, the half-elf felt an urge to pet the dragon, and as soon as he touched the dragon's head, a pain traveled across his hand, and a sign glowed on his hand. He knew it was the Gedwei Ignasia. And he knew he was now a Rider.
Tharvlys finished admiring the dragon and spent some good time to convince himself it was all real. He needed to stay focused and keep on with his new life. Again. He guessed the dragon would be hungry, so he put Eclipse to guard it and was off to hunt something. He caught a small deer and headed back to where they were. As soon as he put the dead animal on the ground and opened its skin, the dragon started eating it, but Eclipse gave him a small questioning look with his grey eyes. The half-elf nodded and the wolf started to eat alongside with the dragon. Soon both were finished and it was time to head back. Tharvlys would explain to his friends what happened and help to reach the Varden. He learned to hate the King with the group and he knew he would help them most by helping the Varden. He put the dragon in his arms and walked to the passage entrance, and he couldn't help but sigh when he saw that the dragon was soon asleep. Things were sure about to change.
When he reached the inn he knew everyone was alright and waiting for him. Taric had some bruisers which he probably got with his aggressive battle style, and was sitting on a chair pressing a piece of meat to his eye, a big purple spot. When Tharvlys entered the room they were at with the dragon in his arms they all stopd speechless. Then all started talking and asking questions at once, and he kept quiet until they realized it. Then a moment of silence again as they were slowly waiting for whoever would ask the first question. Incredibly Lofrvar, the quiet mage, was the first to speak, guessing correctly that the rock was a dragon egg, and Tharvlys nodded slowly and told them what happened at the forest. When they realized that standing in front of them was a new Rider which could change the tides of the war, all slowly bowed, ignoring Thavlys' protests. This was his fear, that he would not be able to see his few, but valuable friends anymore. That they could bear to have a half-elf as their friend, but not a Rider, it was too much. As soon as he thought about it they all rose and hugged him, cheering and congratulating. Maybe his fear was exaggerated. Then Fern asked him what was the dragon's name. The name... The dragon's name was... Fírhaon. And the dragon seemed to nod when he thought about it.
The group helped him take care of Fírhaon while they were deciding how to help him and the dragon head to the Varden, just as Tharvlys had thought. They communicated the Varden, who agreed to send a group of soldiers to guard the half-elf in his travel. And the day of leaving came.
Before parting ways, the friendship-bound mercenary group was waiting for the half-elf, as it was time for the farewell. First, Kayla gave him the necklace which she took from the thief that tried to rob him, and now it had a socket in which his diamond would fit perfectly. She told him the tweaks on it were made by Taric, a gift from both of them. Next was Sturm, but what he gave, according to him, was for Fírhaon and Eclipse. He told Tharvlys how he met a dwarf, when he traveled to the Varden territory once. The man seemed to be an specialist in the art of creating armor for dragon and his skills were such that Sturm thought he could also make something for Eclipse's protection, so he gave Tharvlys a letter he wrote and signed himself, asking the dwarf for his services as a favor. The half-elf thanked deeply. Fern gave him a bag of books. The friend knew his pleasure for them. Tharvlys took the bag happily, hoping they were not stolen. Last but not least came Lofrvar. He seemed to have nothing with him but when the mage dropped two small objects in the friend's palm, Tharvlys became speechless. In his hand were a sapphire and a ruby, both of the same size, well polished and shining. Lofrvar shared his interest in precious stones, and this seemed to be something very hard to let go (now both gems are located each on one of Tharvlys' swords). The half-elf appreciated the gestured and knowing his friend didn't like too much physical contact, just shook his hand. While doing it, he remembered that the mage's jewels were acquired by the dwarf in their agreement, but when Tharvlys look at Taric the dwarf didn't seem to complain. Then the goodbyes and hugs came, and one hour later, Tharvlys was on the road. Another life waited for him.
The trip to the Varden was safe and quick. It was as if the Empire didn't even know about the dragon's existence, which was probably true, judging they stole the egg that easily. But even in the small amount of time, the dragon grew considerably each day, and his appetite too. Soon Firhaon began to speak in Tharnavlys' (now he had no need to hide his identity) head. The dragon was something else, curious about everything, and also could not understand why should people act differently around his Rider. This was also due to the human soldiers being uncomfortable in his presence, not knowing if to treat him as a elf or human. Tharnavlys did not care for the soldiers and spent most of his time chatting with Fírhaon. The dragon was still black as the night, and he soon began to hunt for himself. When they reached the Varden, even though there was a major cheering from the population, he could see they were also confused of his being a half-elf, and there were even times they avoided his presence, because of his elf blood. He tried not to care about it, bur his dragon, who began to know him better and better, noticed it and began to feel rebellious against such treatment caused by something his Rider did not opt to do nor could control. Every person who showed some kind of action to Tharnavlys due to his blood line would be able to see this rebellion, but those who did not care about it, had his sympathy. One of the last was the dwarf mentioned by Sturm, who accepted his request for the armors happily, and started creating a helmet and a protection which would cover from his pawns to his knees, where the white fur also ended. He would use a black material to the helmet and a white one to his leg protector. The dwarf told him Riders had everything color-matching, and that both material were resistant and light enough for Eclipse, so Tharnavlys did not object. However, an armor for Fírhaon was not a good idea at the time, as he was still growing, and a lot, so the dwarf said it would only be a waste of good steel. Also, the dragons only use armor in war battles, which weren't happening at the moment. After some time between the Varden, Tharnavlys and Fírhaon were called to Ellésmera to begin their Rider and dragon training. He had no choice but to answer the call. In Ellésmere, he showed the elves his skill with his new weapon, and surprised by the weapon itself and his ability, they gave him the title "Orya fras Sverdar", "Arrows from Swords", referring to the blade-bow. There, he got from the elves two scimitar which were kept by them, Solus and Thrunga, two Rider swords he uses in place of his normal scimitars. He also had Rhunön place the sapphire and ruby at the handle of each. Now he fights with the Varden and trains among them, hoping to turn his and his friends ideals to reality, along with Fírhaon.
Extra - Dragon Bio:
Name: Fírhaon
Age: 2 years old
Physical Description: He is all black, with blue light eyes, and is rather small for his age. His color is dark enough for him to blend in the night, and while he has the disavabtage of size, Firhaon is very fast, both flying and fighting. His skin is straight, but hard, and what would be spikes in the back of his neck like the other dragons, are small edges of his scales instead.
Where they hatched: Teirm surroundings.
Personality: Fírhaon has a big rebel spirit, which is focused on his ideals for equality, which were developed by watching Rider be victim of his "race issues". Fírhaon is also very curious, and has strange likings, such as swimming in lakes and fishing too. He can be rude or ignote those who show different behavior due to Tharnavlys' condition, but he is also sympathizes with the ones who treat Tharnavlys as a normal person (besides being a Rider).
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