Surin the Keeper of the Glade

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So long, and thanks for all the fish!

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Chapter 9

Background and Education.

Surin was born in the wilds. His mother and father were of the Grove,
the protectors of the wilderness. As he grew up his parents expected
him to take up his duties and follow their footsteps. At the age of
ten, Surin's education was entrusted to Bethial an ancient cloud giant
druid. He excelled at his education of the wilds. He was fast, agile,
intuitive, intelligent and strong. Bethial was most pleased with Surin's
progress. However, there was a darkness in Surin that the old druid
sensed. In his eagerness to please his superiors and elders, Surin was
far more than they intended for him to be. He was bloodthirsty, cruel,
he killed without remorse or thought to his prey. In his feral rage he
surpassed most animals and folk.

Sometimes when he hunted he would get what it seemed to him like tunnel
vision, his every sense focused on his target. He could hear their
heart pound and the blood running through their veins, it was like
thunder in his ears. He did not know what it was, this lust for blood
that surged in him sometimes. He told the old druid about it and asked
for advice. Bethial became concerned and watched Surin more carefully.
Once sent on a scouting mission, he was watched by his superiors and
the great druid. Surin attacked his scouting targets, instead of watching.
He saw the opportunity and seized it. The spectators were unpleasantly
surprised by Surin's brutality and savagery. He did not strike with a
goal, he struck with hatred, in his axes was the sum of all the rage
and hate in him. At that point Bethial and the rest of the forest
protectors knew something was very wrong with this human. Surin knew
that Bethial was not pleased by what he heard or saw, he could tell.
So from that day on he began to lie. He lied to his master, to his
parents and to his superiors about everything that could get him
into conflict with their views.

Thus, to young Surin, deception became a way of life. He would kill at
will and then lay the blame on defilers or other animals. Bethial had
taught him wisdom and patience, clarity of vision with regard to hunting
and prey. Surin had learned these lessons well. He had learned eloquence
in speech and turned it to serve him, to flattery and deceit. His mind
worked quickly and selfishly. He was obsessed with self preservation,
willing to sacrifice anything to survive. He knew that as long as he was
alive, he could fight later when the tide was more favorable. Surin had
no concept of honor or fairness, of the need of others for anything. He
served himself, at any cost. His friendship was shallow and its only
purpose was to serve his needs.

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Chapter 8

THE ESCAPE

The young ranger soon became constricted by all the rules laid upon him,
but the burden of his responsibilities and his duties. It was like a vice
slowly crushing his brain. He sought a way out of his cage, as he called
it.

The great plague came, a darkness that destroyed the grove and stained
the wilds, killing the Great Bear. Surin felt a great power beckoning
him, the darkness in his heart was rising. While the the plague took
its toll, the members of the grove fled and scattered in fear. Strangely
enough, Surin was not affected by it. The evil in his heart was not scared
of this, it was in tune with it. It was calling him. At this point he saw
his way out. He ran deep in the stained forests, far from his peers and
elders. He hid, knowing all would believe he perished like so many others.
He was right. Surin was abandoned as a casualty of the darkness and what
was left of the Grove went far away to lick their wounds and hide.
As time went on he was forgotten. At last, he was free.

To add insult to injury, he took the last name of his mentor, Bethial.
He found it amusing, a jovial mockery of his past and he called himself
Menethias, Surin knew it meant "Protector" in the language of the old
druid.

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Chapter 7

In addition to taking the last name of his former mentor, Surin
also kept his old family name. This was to mock his parents
and all they stood for.

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Chapter 6

Surin never really found comfort with the creatures of the wilds,
he only found comfort in the cover provided by the plantlife.
He was drawn however, by the dark side of nature. As he got older
this attraction grew. Creatures that most travelers fear or find
repulsive, Surin enjoyed. He delighted to watch them hunt and kill
their prey. They deceived and surprised their prey, much like he
does. He found joy in the company of spiders, snakes, scorpions
and other such vile things. Deer, wolves, bears and such, he
regarded as food. Sometimes, he liked to venture out into the putrid
swamps, festering with foul life. It held a fascination for him,
it beckoned him.

A large scorpion appeared once in a while from the wilderness and
crawled up his leg. Surin often feeds it from his own blood or
from the blood of his fallen prey. He enjoys watching it feast,
then releases it back into the dark wilderness.

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Chapter 5

Change of Self and Diet

As his obsession with the foul creatures of nature grew, Surin begins to see
himself as one of them. He saw his axes as the the pincers that tried to tear
flesh from bone and his foes limb from limb. The scorpion was his favorite,
slow and lethargic behavior in normal circumstances, yet fast and deadly when
he intends to kill. His armor was the hard plating covering these creatures
and his teeth their jaws.

Using a fine rock, Surin filed a little of his four front teeth of both jaws
leaving the canines to seem longer in comparison. He sharpened the canines to
a point to make piercing flesh easier. For meals he began to grow less and
less dependent of naturally occuring foods, such as vegetables and fruits.
They left him with an empty feeling. He only used them to clean his mouth
somewhat of the foul stench of rotting flesh. Some would label him as a
cannibal. He delighted in the taste of sentient beings and loved elves most
of all. Wood elves, dark elves, high elves, or any combination of elven
blood, it didnt really matter. Their tender muscle and flesh was a delicacy.

Other creatures satisfied his hunger but he did not get the same
felling of ecstasy, it was more like surviving, not living. These other meals
did little but fill his stomach.

He carried a small vial of poison with him, herb poison. He liked to lace
the steaks he made from corpses with it, enough to tender the flesh even
more. He was aware that he was not yet immune to the poison but in small
quantities, over time, he hoped he would become so. Scorpions, spiders and
snakes use their poison to kill and disolve the innards of their prey.

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Chapter 4

Ever since Surin started to meet others, travelers from all walks of life, he
realized the importance of keeping his intentions and his nature hidden from
their eyes. He has managed to deceive almost everyone about what really lies
in his heart, the darkness within.

He deceived the Melfie, a warrior, into following him deep in the woods. It
is unlikely that Melfie would have followed him if she knew Surin was a
darkling. However, through eloquence and trusting words Surin dragged her far
into the wilds, there he killed her while she slept.

In another instance, he greeted the paladin Audriel when he approached wood
elf city. He had not learned to move in the woods silently yet and thought
his presence will alert the paladin. Surin put her at ease, soothing her mind
and heart, until she fought. He pounced on her and tore her limb from limb.

One day in the Grove, Surin ran across a paladin. An elf, Zykym was his name.
The Paladin was sleeping, Surin got himself ready for the kill when a large
orc jumped the elf. Not being able to kill the orc at the time, Surin let
them fight and called a lightwalker conjurer, Calcifer to aid the elf paladin
and kill the orc. The orc however, in his cowardice, dissapeared and the
conjurer thanked Surin for his help. He left, leaving the paladin where he
was, with Surin. As Zykym prepared to leave the grove, Surin now unhindered
by others, surprised the paladin with a powerful strike from the bushes. The
paladin ran, but he could not outrun Surin. Zykym only made it to the pond
where Surin ponced on him again, ripping his heart out. Then he laced the
steaks from the elf corpse with poison and stored them to be marrinated and
eaten later.
For his deception to work, Surin is very careful. Around people who can see
him, he takes care not to alert them of his nature by not wearing or exposing
any items which might give it away. There is no need to reveal his true self
unless he benefits from it. When he wished to trade with an imperial thief,
he made sure the thief know of Surin's deark heart, but not of the Imperials
who's blood was still on Surin's axes. He reveals no more and no less than
what he needs to, causing others to break the rules of their lives or their
Cabal, without knowing it. He never tells anyone what hes really thinking.

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Chapter 2

Surin's life of deception and aversion has grown to
fruitition. His way of life has been noticed by the Gods
and his body has been tattooed by the Gaping Maw of the
Lord of Deception, the Imp, Lyristeon.

Every deceptive thought and act, thought up by the calculating
mind of Surin has been successful. Everyone he betrayed never knew it.
He has become a priest by just leading his life as his natural
instincts and his heart had let him, slaughtering all of
the Empire soldiers who crossed his path and into his woods.
He has betrayed them, lied to them, killed them, robbed them, all
to prevent them from spreading the cage that they have built for themselves.

They have all known the Spider, as some call him, and few
have lived an encounter with his savagery and cunning.

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Chapter 3

One thing that Surin avoids is deceiving for the sake of it. Just
to do it, to no gain to himself. He does not wish to be known or spoken about
as a Joker or Baffoon, and will not go out of his way to deceive
or trick others unless it has direct or indirect benefit to him.

When dealing with Lightwalkers, he will keep himself hidden.
Amazing things can be accomplished when they cannot see Surin. They
always assume he is a lightwalker just because he wished to communiate
with them.

Surin has found the presence of preachers irritating. Priests
trying to influence his way of thinking and of being, preching their
poison to him. This is not valid just with priests, He killed Thylan for
repeatedly telling Surin he should teach others about nature. Surin
will not tolerate any infingment on his will, even though it might
seem that he does...for a while.

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Chapter 1

Surin has been spending more and more time in the witch
woods. The darkness and sorrow of the realms call to him in
the night. Whispers, chanting and howls beckon him. It began
as he reached his mature years. When his eyes had seen enough
and his body experienced enough. He hears the Demon Elf, the
Witch Sisters and the other infernal creatures call out his
name, like Sirens calling to the sailors.

He feels his body is a shell for something that is too savage
and too powerful to be contained in human form. His spirit
cries to break out. He is not sure what is causing this, but
the visions and dreams he has at night are of an infernal
nature. As if the spirit of a great fiend calls to him. The
sprit of a great betrayer, merciless, cunning, wicked. He
hears the cry of souls among a chorus of shreeking spiders,
their hisses and crackling almost deafening. Shrieks and
screams come from creatures caught in their snares and webs.
His natural attraction to spiders and creatures of the dark
now beings to make a little sense to him.

Like thunder, in his dreams, echoes the maniacal laughter of
the Ancient Imp, whos name he did not know until he faced
him. The Great Deceiver to which every fiber of his being was
drawn...Lyristeon, whos mark Surin now carries.

Surin thinks the Witch Woods will offer clues as to what his
purpose is on this land. Why he was born the way he was, why his
betrayl of the Grove took place, why this savagery and inherent evil
are in his blood.

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Surin has begun his search for the great fiend in his
dream. Lyristeon gave him some insight into his past and
Surin's own nature. Why he is the way he is. The inherent
malice, hatred and lust for blood.

Lyristeon suggested to Surin that he seek out the fiend
in his dreams. Surin wishes to find out why the Friend calls
to him, why the shreeking and why it comes into his mind when
when he sleeps.

He will have to search for the this creature, the monster that
is so like himself.

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