Role

Chapter 1

Many times what one does not know is not easily revealed, much like the wilds
of the lands. Many passes, paths, secrets and blessings to be found within
the less traveled grounds of wild land.Much covered by the soil, earth,
rocks and trees only to become more powerful in the essence. These are the
things he wishes to find the true power of the wilds itself and what in tale
it has to offer from that he has yet to discover. Perhaps it is time he
shall seek out the Nurturing Mother herself and things will become better
revealed as he has guided the younger ones within his grasp of the Refuge and
those less touched by the Ancient spirits of Thar-Eris.And perhaps than he
will find what was once not so clear

Harmony within the wilds is a tale less told by many. As it seems many seek
harbor within walls and confinement of cities and villages, forts as well as
all churning deeply within the heart of Thar-Eris itself. He has found true
harmony within the wilds and it has indeed blessed him with his stature and
his art in battle. Each step upon the floor of the wilds is yet another step
into bliss itself as he finds no other place more comforting and free. From
the winds that howl among the lands to the howling of wolves within the
forest.It all brings peace within his heart and soul and is a harmony only
few can feel and even less truly seek to revel in. This revealing it in
itself the true power of nature and the fear it brings to those less
comforted by its blessings.

A windy path indeed it has been, many battles fought and won. As a strong
gust he has led with passion and caused much chaos amongst the lands within
the bowels of the walls and cities alike. Tormenting those who choose not to
see the destruction they bring upon the wilds and what once was nothing but
forest and free. With the spirit now a guiding force he feels more power
than ever and will continue to rain down chaos and guide death to the bodies
of the slavers of the nurturing lands. As long as able his blades will
gather and leave no hope, but rather distress to his foe. A spirit of force
as the wind itself spreading ill will amongst Thera until his last dying
breath.