Tisiak LionHeart the Legend of the Battlefield

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Chapter 1

Tisiak has little, to no memories of anything as a cub, the monotonus every
day life of being a slave seemed to phase out any thoughts and memories he
had.. almost to as if time had slowed down massively for him. If he could
only remember his roots, the love showered upon him...

But.. Tisiak has tried to drink for the first time as of late, being around
the bar so much and all. Drinking pure whiskey.. He has had subconscious
memories surface in his skull twice lately, only when passed out from
inebriation.. both exactly the same thing.. the second just a bit clearer.

He was being held like a child by a very strong looking felar.. sitting
around a campfire in the darkest of night.. The moon shining upon his small
wet nose.. The Felar staring as him grinning warmly with a tear in his eye..
he felt a sense of love as the memory faded. Looking dearly familiar like
someone he seems in his every day life, Tisiak has sworn to discover them.

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Chapter 2

Tisiak has enjoyed every fresh, free breath of air that has entered has lungs
since that fateful day with his Master. The quizzical cat has trudged onward
creating something out of himself that most would not, and made the friends
he so desired to do so. He decided to attempt to be hired within the Bar of
the Eternal Star and sent his missive. Recently he was hired by Olin as a
weaver and to help with the stories and bar a bit.. and ohhh my does he do
well with his tapestries. It is odd how he transforms memorable happenings
into such lifelike weavings, with so much detail and beauty.

His path has only let him discover himself more.. Many things have came to
his attention. He knows true beauty and art hide deep in his soul to be
released, thus he has proven somewhat so far. His word is his bond, and does
not break it under any circumstances. There is a place in his heart, that
makes him yearn for more friends.. to fill the many quiet years in solitude.
When he drinks he has odd dreams about a feminine felar, always at night..
her eyes so beautiful and memorable. He wishes a Revelation to everyone to
show his beauty as a living being, and his art, and knows he will be happy
until his final breath escapes him. Let us watch with curiousity as this
Felar grows old.

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Chapter 3

He has lived a sheltered life, a life of servitude. Captured as a cub by
Humans, they forced him into a life of slavery.. believing the Fela never
should of escaped the life they were created to do. Never realeased to the
outside world, his instinctual rage has freed him.. slaying his master in
cold blood.

He steps upon Thera with curiousity flareing.. wishing to lay eyes upon every
land and meet the souls he knows are out there, praying they are not as cruel
as the ones exposed to him already. With no ideas of good and evil.. he is
ignorant of factions.. and simply walks curiously in search of friends.