Jhesar Blackclaw the Ghost Cat of the Winds, Harbinger of Thar-Eris

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Chapter 7

Born in the Blackclaw Village a young Jhesar found himself confined within
walls. He turns away from his family and heads to the wilds. The first day
of his venture out he meets another of his kin.Felnar the master trapper he
was called by name and who would soon be his guide amongst the woodlands and
rugged lands of Thera. A few years would pass and soon it was time for
Jhesar to set out on his own to learn to hunt on his own and survive. He
grew fond of the mountains of Thera and they would become his choice ground
of battles and stalking grounds for his prey. He avoided cities mostly as
only a few times when times were dire and he was but a young cub did he need
to get food to survive.This before he had learned to butcher the corpses of
the fallen and find water amongst the grounds he preyed. As he grew in
strength and prowess his wild instincts began to come to fruition though
their focus was yet to be understood. So he continued to grow and learn the
lay of the lands. Still avoiding the cities he did much to question law and
know its meanings. His time spent in the wilds left him with a limited
vocabulary compared to others and many things he couldnt conceive unless
shown. He traveled with many though many dark hearts he did not trust for it
seemed the urge for power grew too strong amongst them.It was not until he
had traveled with one he would later know was to be his enemy that he
understood his path would be against those of the Blood Tribunal and Order.
And nothing would stand in his path to be free and strike all who tried to
bring Order to his surroundings. A true hunter at heart would he become and
a fearsome foe to those who would soon learn to know him. This would just be
the beginning of his path to bring Chaos amongst the lands and strike down
any who stood between him and his path.As one path is not always chosen is
like the wolf that chooses his prey.

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Chapter 6

Learning of the Outlanders happened a bit later in life. As he grew quickly
and his urge for blood grew, his meaning became more certain. He had met
another who spoke of the Refuge and their ways.He asked questions and began
to do as the other did, seemingly becoming one with the other. Mostly a
loner Jhesar felt like he was again running with a pack as he did as a young
fela. The more he learned of the Outlanders the more his heart became
attuned. And the clearer his path was becoming on his journey.He had heard
stories of the Harbringer herself. Told to him to be sometimes as loving as
a nurturing mother and at other times as harsh as scolding father, they said
of the Harbringer. He looked to seek her out and gain her approval and learn
more of the following. And perhaps she would nurture him as it had been some
time since he had felt any emotion towards others. He would soon gain his
chance and her audience. He met the Harbringer mother as he called her near
the Fortress of Light. They laid traps for the prey and fought a few battles
amongst his beloved wilds. His true show of prowess and rage against the
enslavers would prove his worth amongst the Refuge and seal his fate as a
young wolf.
The rest of his tale would be spoken by others as they walked the lands
wondering if this young wolf was about stalking the wilds.

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Chapter 5

As a young wolf, Jhesar has now learned to live of instinct and wit among the
wild lands he travels.
His strikes are thought out and planned, his prey stalked and watched to
judge movements. His hunger grows by the day and his ferocity increases as
his hunts become more intense. Much of the time he prefers to be alone as he
has learned that many mistakes are made when relying upon others in the hunt.
times he seems to just feel free to roam about alone, learning more of
the lands and unattached from others. Free as the wind that blows amongst
the lands of Thera. A wolf of free will and great focus, strong wit and
fierceness in his heart the journey ventures deeper. And with each one he
strikes down his heart grows more and the winds seem to carry him further
amongst his chosen path. Though the loss of Aeria has been deep felt amongst
the wilds of the lands and of those amongst the Refuge, hearts still remain
steadfast in the rise of Thar-Eris and the protection of her heart. Deep in
his heart Jhesar knew this was the time when he must seek new energy and
vigor and inspire those about him to continue the fight. More so, as a plant
grows in the wilds and drop seeds when that plant dies another will come.
And this was the call the young Wolf heard as silence was felt in her
absence. Now in great demand his instincts draw him closer to lands than
ever and any who step in the wilds shall find themselves prey if seeking harm
upon the lands.His understanding of the gaping maw is still at a bit of a
loss or perhaps a gain. He loves to confuse others or sometimes just not be
bothered at all. And at times his changing attitude, are a bit much for even
himself not to imagine others around him. His loss for words, sometimes seem
great for his focus in the hunt, at other times he seems to speak with out
thought. Or even torturing the younger ones about just to arouse a laugh
fills his short times of boredom. Surely he invokes anger in his allies and
always surprise in his foes. Though sometimes, he finds that he surprises
himself and angers others at the cost of causing true chaos itself. Perhaps
something will come of his actions or perhaps he will find the maw within
himself, and it shall reveal itself.

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Chapter 4

As he was helping a young wolf amongst him, a strange voice spoke upon the
winds. Soon the voice would reveal itself as the Goddess Amaranthe the
nurturing mother of the lands. As a young cub to his mother the young wolf
beckoned to her side felt at peace as he had none other time. It would soon
come to be known that the Ancients were looking to him to gather his strength
and become Harbinger. After a short talk he accepted this position and his
howl seemed to gather more strength as it felt as if he had grown stronger in
mind and focus.Now was his time to continue to prove his worth and let his
presence be known amongst the lands as a fierce force. This calling has also
drawn upon his spirit and his kindred instincts bring him closer to the Totem
of winds. He shall seek to become as the spirit of the totem and walk as an
avatar amongst it. He shall now look to the totem for strength and cunning
in his efforts and what is to become of this spirited wolf. And what
blessings shall bestow him in his rise to gather for Thar-Eris.So beware
the howl and cry upon the wild the rise is coming.

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Chapter 3

Time has passedand much like the changing of the seasons as does each and
every animal who walks amongst the wilds. Jhesar finds himself more at home
then ever upon the forest, mountains and plains. Though he feels as there is
still much to be accomplished in the rise of Thar-Eris and seeks to find the
heart of it. Solemnly he seeks out the Totem of Winds to bring strength.
The wind is a powerful force of nature he feels. Nothing can drive the force
back unless it chooses to calm, much like himself when he battles his foes.
Though the wind may be divided it once again gains force and becomes whole as
the pack he leads. And as the winds that blow beneath him he must ride it
into battle as the others gather behind him to make a true force. As his
instincts are his guide he knows there is still much to learn and gain from
the Wind spirit. He continues to teach others about him as well as those who
seek to join the rise of the spirit of the wind and its true power. And in
this he knows the spirit will gather to guide him further in knowledge and
wisdom of its force.

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Chapter 2

Awakening of the spirit had finally gathered among Jhesar, beckoning him to
its call. Moving briskly to the Totem of Winds he gathered himself to hear
the spirit. As the winds kicked up around him the Totem spoke to him in
howling winds and sent him upon a task.Off he went in search of the task
before him to a city to the south on a ship. The spirit had told him there
was one that was gathered here which carried an object of sorts, in it
trapped the mighty winds of the spirit itself. And he was to destroy the
holder of and return the object which held the flowing winds to the spirit.
Though a Cat bright and full of wisdom he did little more than underestimate
the animist who held this item he sought. At first glance the battle seemed
little more than simple, but oddly enough it put a spin on his nine lives as
he headed to retreat to the wilds. Entering upon the gates of Seantryn he
was greeted by quite the mess of guards and hanging about a few of the bunch
that cared little for his presence. As well as being a criminal by nature
they tried to subdue him only to lead him to hastily bringing about his own
death upon some deadly spikes leading from the battlement walls. Gathering
himself he sought help from two of his pack, Orau a warrior of the Sun path
and Zherkhalt an invoker with a heart as cold as the ice that falls from the
Cats boots. Back to the docks they headed to face the force once again this
time to fell it quickly enough.Grabbing the item quickly Jhesar could feel
the power of the spirit gathering about inside the bowl.

Sent home he made haste to the spirit of the Totem, and again the winds
gathered and kicked up about him. Holding the bowl above his head the winds
twisted and howled until they sent a swirling eddy into the midst of the
bowl. The winds from the bowl broke loose free upon the wilds and exploded
off into the sky until a sudden gust filled within his spirit and soul.As
he reached high to the heavens and sky he let it known that he was indeed
thankful for the blessing of the spirit and it soon howled back that he was
blessed with the winds of nine winds, one for each direction and one formed
of his own spirit and soul. Feeling more at peace within himself as the
spirit had blessed him he went to seek meditation for a bit. Now he seemed
to be a different spirit indeed known as the Ghost Cat of the Winds though
still unruly as can be within his beloved mountains. And by this he would
stand true, stalking the wilds freely and unseen until his strikes and riding
the winds free as he moved about his beloved wilds bringing his wrath upon
the slavers who sought harm against the nurture mother and Thar-Eris howling
as they fall at his paws.

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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.

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