Role

Chapter 1

In the frigid lands to the south in an encampment of proud tribal felar, an
event transpires that had never happened in their camp. A woman screams in
agony as she delivers a final push. The room growls silent except for the
muffled cries of a young felar child. As the mother asks for the child, the
midwife complies, but not before motioning to one of her assistants to find
the elder.

The mother, now as shocked as any other pauses a moment before embracing her
child. This felar was not like any seen to these people. His fur, a dark,
night like blue, his size, much larger than a typical felar. His ears,
mis-shapen and deformed. She still loved him just the same.

Fear of what one does not understand can cause many to do evil. This was the
case for this unfortunate felar. He was branded as a foul omen and child with
a heart as dark as his coat. He was placed in a wicker basket and set out to
the icy waters. There, he would be cast back out into the cold darkness in
which he belonged.

The child floated aimlessly, the cold slowly draining his life from him. His
fate would seem inevitable. It was then that some large body of rock struck
the sea in which he found himself. This child, by some miracle was swept off
by the waves and ended up in some dry riverbed when the waters finally
calmed.

Most would have perished from exposure to this fierce cold. But by the mercy
of the gods, or his strong felar body he survived. As dawn came he was found
by a young girl who had been scouring the desert for supplies with her
family.

The girl fell in love with this unfortunate creature and insisted to her
mother she bring him home and take care of him. And so, this felar's life
began, a second chance given to him.

His childhood with this family was pleasant. They were good hard working
people. The girl who found him Yanus was an only child, both of her parents
ran a local blacksmith.

Rarhari, as he was called made himself useful whenever he could. He often
played with the spare weaponry in jest and quickly became quite familiar with
them.

As he grew into adolescence, Yanus had become a well known prophet and lady
of light. Still just a young adult, she prayed to Lady Baerininka with devout
vigor. She began to teach Rarhari about the lady and the mission to purge the
lands of darkness.

A prophecy was discovered that though ancient spoke of a girl born with birth
marks of claw marks bringing about an instrument of great power to do great
harm to the dark forces. She was advised to begin a pilgrimage in search of
how this could be accomplished. Of course, she accepted and began
preparations to set out from Hamsah Mutazz.

Rarhari insisted in accompanying her as a guardian. Yanus' father was
grateful and consideredRarhari a gift from the lady herself to protect
Yanus. He forged Rarhari a white blade to use to protect his daughter from
to protect her.