Trestadine the Dweller of the Wilds

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Chapter 1

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Chapter 2

Fencing deep into Trestadine's past, his memories, what is left of his
shattered nostalgia's, trampled and liberated from his mind, little trail
tracks to his past, revealing minutely more than his scattered prejudices.
. Long, long ago, when Trestadine was still a school child of Galadon,
he was the last of a Galadonian clan whom still paid homage to the
lost God, Lady Bria.
The love, loyalty, and unnerving mercy that his own peoples continued
to blindly live in faith, were very apparent to Trestadine as exactly that,
Blind Faith. This was in great part the contributing factor to him
turning his back on they, the town, and all it encompassed.
Becoming quite the polar opposite of all these ways, he festered his anger
with the betrayal of their God, and their feeble ways, throwing all sense
of self-preservation within civility away, charging unto his indulgences
with reckless abandon.

. Never since came a day where he would show mercy of any sort, believe
anothers word without proven act, and every moment he spends amongst peers
of any sort, just a breath away would be he to turn on them in weakness.
Crazed with impulsive, reckless liberties, his anger ever-festers for those
whom remind him the slightest of such ways, such a God, or such civilities
that the Chaos inside of him reigns supreme to his own desires.

It is in only his cunning devilry of self-entertainment does he show the
slightest sense calm, anxiously waiting on the inside for the bloody scent
of MURDER! BURN! DISARRAY! to scream it's true forms, and let free
all that is his true nature.

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Chapter 3

Years, years has it been already? So long ago now, nearly forgotten that
I, of all wild beings was once a civil man, to some degree. Was once a man
of compassion, mercy, was once a man trustworthy.

I have taught myself all I know, and earned all I have reaped. Striking
down with primal vengeance against any and all whom stand in my way, have
what I want, or cause me dismay. Hunting, tracking, feeding... I remember
little that human I am still, becoming a thing, a creature...

I have sought out refuge with these wild ones whom are known as
Outlanders, gaining their trust, allegience, and soon... passage. This image
has been calling me to them, calling me to myself, and drifting me from
any memories of civility. The sulfuric scents of something evil, something
cunning.. I will continue to please it whilst I seek out my way, and continue
to seek it as I may.

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Chapter 4

Galadon native son, Jaded? Broken Heart?? Betrayed? His last letter to her...



So this is it? Are not my huntings good enough for you? Are not my fashioned leathers
woven well enough to warm you, my felled meat filling enough to feed you? I will not
endenture my services and abilities unto this Town, this governed land. As I have spoke
before, I am self-sufficient, and I can provide without a contract, I can sleep without
your masons structures over me, and I can eat, without your cook's dinner bell.

I have tried, tried to show you that there is life outside of this City, there is life
to live, and there are fights to be won. Your dependance on this town has now shown to
far outweigh your desires to learn my ways, to learn with me the ways of independance.
Tired, bored, irritated I grow, this boring city, your tried and tired attempts to
make your way among the laborers, the maidens, the... peasants.

I will struggle no longer in this wake of treachory and slavery, for I Trestadine
am a proven trapper, and survivalist out in the weald and the silverwoods. By the blistering
wisdom of the unknowing gamble, I rather risk die on my feet among the wild, than continue
to live on my knees among your... People.

Very well then my love, fare the well, and may never again a day I meet, downtroddin with
your guilt, your weak, weak guilt. I must be free, unfettered of your laws, your fake liberties,
pray you never meet me again outside these walls...

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