Bhowaer Baheougt the Stainless Hands of Righteous Warfare, Marshall of the Fortress

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Chapter 8

Staring into nearby fireplace in thought, comforted by the heat that was
nearly forge-worthy, he leaned back in his chair with a frustrated and
thoughtful tug at his beard. Teaching with words was harder than he thought
it would be, and if anything it had had more success in showing him how much
people didn't know about purity. Most people seemed to think purity was about
little more than cleaning something away to leave what is desirable bared of
anything that would mar it, but he had dwelled on it for a very long time and
knew now how much more it was than that. The hard part was explaining it to
others in a way that they could understand, and endure. He was used to people
not wanting to hear him talk more often than not. Either for the message he
was giving to some, or the way he talked for others, they never seemed to
grasp the thoughts easily, and his thoughts dwelled often on how he could
change that.

His thoughts interrupted by a loud round of applause, Bhowaer joined with the
clapping as the elven singer flourished his cape as he bowed to the
appreciation of the inn's patrons. Glancing around the room, the thought
struck Bhowaer that he wished that this was the sort of attention that he
could get when it was time to teach someone of purity, and hold their
thoughts to be able to help them understand more of it. He couldn't sing, but
looking around the stage, he saw various stage props that were part of a
story as much as the words that told them.

An idea taking root in his head, Bhowaer gathered up his things and left
another gold coin lying on the table. He hurried out of the inn, the misty
ruins of the Jaguar awaiting him with hopes for the perfect audience for his
newly formed idea for a bit of show about purity.

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Chapter 7

Resting in the inn for a rare moment of respite and reflection, Bhowaer
sighed as he saw the serving girl coming to his table for a third time,
having insisted to her already that the water he'd brought in with him was
quite suitable for him to wash the dust from his mouth.

Pulling a coin out as she walked, she put on a knowing smile and pulled a
full mug from her tray to set on his table, but he held out a leathery hand
to stop her.

"Water still beh good fer meh, but 'eres a gold fer ya ter see at the elf
minstrel o'er thar dunnae stop singin fer need of a drink ems self. But
dunnae tell ems it were from meh, or he'll go an think ems good enough ter
carry a dwarven song fer battle er sommin."

Drinking from his skin, he leaned back in the chair and pushed his untouched
plate of hearty meats further away, the smell of it making his mouth water,
and tempting him to forego his diet of unleaven bread just this once. It was
a small sacrifice, in the grand scheme of things, but to him, the small
things were just one part in many for making himself pure within, and keeping
himself that way as much as he could.

Things had gone well over the recent years, much better than when he was
still shorter of beard out of the academy, and filling in the voids of how to
fight as a paladin monk. He still repeated the words of Baerinika in his
head, "Fight yourself and your own weaknesses, emerge the victor. Stronger,
tempered." He snorted a bit of a laugh and reached across the table to move
the food as far from as it could be and not clatter to the floor and realized
once again how true those words still were, and how far he had come since
they were spoken. His name was mentioned now as an initiate of the jaguar,
and he was set on showing people why, as he always had with his actions, and
trying to more with his words as well.

(continued)

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Chapter 6

Standing over the the very large, and still twitching fire giant corpse,
Bhowaer nodded grimly as he saw the life drain from the beasts face, the
rents in his flesh standing out clearly from the wrath that was called on
him.

Seeing that it was over, he relaxed slightly, and recalled words that he had
heard months back, but ones that would stick with him for years more.

"Fight yourself and your own weaknesses, emerge the victor."
"Stronger, tempered."

Looking down at his hands and allowing the muscles there to relax to a more
natural state instead of held held straight like a spearpoint, he though on
the rest of the words from Lady Baerinika.

"Aye, a defeat is always difficult."
"But you will have to pick yourself up, learn, do better next time"

Toeing the lifeless leg of the first foe he had slain, he spoke to the air as
he felt the ghostly remains of the dark soul returning.

"Lookin ats my failins of afore 'er makin mah strong enough fer you."


Days later, he found himself in a similar vantage, looking over the corpse of
yet another fire giant, and again the words of the Jaguar whispered in his
ear, and he felt the words all the more. He knew that more defeats were due
to come with time, that was the way of combat, but it was heartening to see
the connection of the words he knew with the results before him, and he knew
that with those defeats, picking himself up would still be the only thing
to do, and he would do better the next time.

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Chapter 5

Bhowaer is essentially intended to be obsessive compulsive in ways. Not with
quirks like doing things three times or being clean, (although he does pay
attention to cleanliness) but mostly in relation to observed behavior. He is
rather concerned with mistakes though, in judgment, and in skills as well.
He is driven to work endlessly to improve the skills he has as a monk, and in
communing the powers granted him by Baerinika.

He will be very quick with words and actions when he observes behaviors that
he does not agree with, and will be very preachy.

He believes in getting to the point, and doesn't mince words, being brutally
honest if need be.

He speaks with a very pronounced accent, but is not ignorant even if it sounds
as if he is, it is just a dialect.


Key Interpretations for the code:
1. Very important, and interpreted as written. Beliefs and loyalties will be
adhered to, and he will expect others to do the same.
2. Interpreted at written. Excess coins will be distributed mostly to beggar
type NPCs
3. Interpreted to exclude evil. Will never fight another of the light, and
will press hard to avoid conflict with neutrals.
4. Focus on never betray, and courage. He will not needlessly die in combat
nor expect others to. In combat, each must know when it is time to withdraw.
He knows death happens in combat and will expect it to happen to himself and
at times comrades as well.
5. Interpreted as written.
6. Interpreted as written. Focus on risk of life, not needless suicidal
attempts.
7. Interpreted as written. Avoids alcohol, and cursing as a choice.
8. Interpreted as written.
9. Will strictly follow the laws of Thera, and argue against others that say or
do otherwise.
10. Interpreted as written.
11. Interpreted as written.
12. Interpreted as written.

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Chapter 4

Trudging up the steep mountain path, Bhowear stopped once again and looked
back down, wondering if there was more he should do first before completing
this particular ascent. This was no simple first meeting, it was no idle
conversation, this was one of the Gods of Thera, the Jaguar, the Warrior
Maiden Baerinika.

He knew there was nothing she would not already know of him, with his soul,
like all souls, laid out before her like a book for reading. But that made
it worse, since there was no hiding the fact that despite his great efforts
training, honing his body and mind, he was still a pale shadow to some others
that he had fought beside and against, and she would see him for that no
matter how firm his stance and or the clench of his fists before an
adversary. Knowing this let the doubts try to creep up again, the thought of
standing and pledging his life to the one that stood truest for the purity of
combat when it is called for, even when he himself wondered if his own
dedication to unarmed combat could also be holding him back.

Growling at himself for being a fool, the stout dwarf shook his head and
turned his way back toward his destination, the misty ruins, and went through
the reasons to continue on in his head. He knew that nothing worth doing came
easy, and the hardship that he might face now would only make him stronger in
time. The conflict against the impure was no easy path, nor a short one, and
experiences would only help him in the long run, and he would be stronger
because of it.

Sensing the vague path into the ruins, he gave a final nod and left the main
path, knowing that he still had much work before him, but that it was past
time to learn more from the Jaguar, and live his life to serve her cause.

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Chapter 3

It turned out, that the broke nose boy was the arrogant son of a noble, that
had recently come to call on Akan in a financial arrangement. There was a
large amount of outrage by the boy and his family, and it was brought before
the small council of the King of Akan to be dealt with. They didn't care much
for the loud mouthed human, but some sort of action was merited all the same,
so they came to the conclusion of a public flogging of Bhowear, and a public
apology, since their was no lasting harm done other than a nose that would no
longer be straight. If refused, then it was determined that Bhowear was to be
banished from Akan and the surrounding area, allowed to pass through, but
never to reside there again. He was old enough to leave home, but had no
desire to do so, so he agreed to the flogging, but stated that he would never
apologize, for what the other had done was wrong. He announced that he would
not apologize and would thus accept his banishment, then stood for a short
time after to be met with awkward silence. When pressed as to why he still
standing before them, he nodded to the man standing nearby with the long lash
for his flogging. Snorting with surprise, the council let him know that if he
was not apologizing, there was no need for the flogging as well. Only
nodding, the young man turned from the others and left, pausing only to bid
his family farewell and gather a few things before heading out to see what
the world had in store for him.

Coming out of the mountains, Bhowear's feet soon sound the streets of
Voralia. Wandering about the strange place for a time, he soon found himself
at the guild of the Paladins. Standing outside, he was drawn to a stone table
etched with words. "Live to be the guiding light for all to follow and look
towards." There were many more words to come, but even these alone were
enough to draw the young dwarf in, the words that gave direction, and a
definition of how one was to behave in life. Looking to the guard who had
come to stand close by, he asked how he might make these words a part of him,
and was told to take up his weapon of choice and head to the academy to
start. Looking to the enormous sword at the guards side, Bhowear sniffed
with meaning and raised his fists. "Ah don't need anything between mehself
and anyone 'at I'd need a weapon fer. The closer I kin git, the more pure it
is when ah leave it." Nodding with a gruff laugh, the guard set him in the
direction of the academy, and told him he'd seem him back there soon, to
which Bhowaer agreed.

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Chapter 2

The words of a child were easy enough to get passed, and in time most people
that knew Bhowaer expected him to point out things that he saw as impure, and
knew that he lived by what he spoke of as well. With time though also came
actions, and that was not as easy to be put aside. The most notable of his
actions came when he was still young, but with the stature of a young man
already. He was alone outside of Akan in a nearby village, when he came upon
a seemingly well off human man that was older than he, but still young as
well. As he came up the man on the side of a sparsely traveled village road,
it became clear that the well dressed young man had someone cornered up
against the meeting of two stone houses, where he could not get out without
being allowed to by him. The other figure proved to be a boy as well, but
with far less valuable clothing than his captor, and with various physical
deformities that left him unable to even stand straight. It was clear as he
got closer that the rich boy thought that the other was mocking him in some
way, and was demanding reparations for the slight, whatever it was, which was
met with a string of timid apologies and assurances that it would not happen
again. Despite the words, roughing up seemed to be deemed in order by the
taller boy, as he used his horse whip to slap the other on the back of his
neck, exposed as it was with a pronounced hunch and bowing.


Observing the situation for a only moments, Bhowaer let his walking staff
clatter to hard packed dirt and made his way closer, tugging off his thick
gloves suitable for the cold mountain weather as he moved. Stepping up behind
the richly dressed lad, he gave him a sharp rap on the shoulder which drew
fer yer treatment o'em." Jaw dropping in disbelief, the other turned to face
the much shorter dwarf and drew himself up straight, the way that rich folk
do when speaking to commoners. "Just who do yo.." was all that he was able to
say before Bhowear moved, jumping from the ground slightly to get himself
closer to eye level, and snapping out with one fist in the blind of the eye.
The fist hit the rich boy's nose squarely, and was met with a splattering of
blood and a shriek as the nose snapped nearly flat from the impact. Frowning,
Bhowaer stood over the weeping man, his fancy clothes quickly staining with
his own blood, and began to lecture. He spoke of the proper treatment of
those that are in need, and the duty of those that are better off to provide
for them. He was still lecturing when a friend of the family found him there,
and with some insistence led the still preaching dwarven boy away.

Role

Chapter 1

Bhowaer was always looked at as odd early in life. He wasn't deformed, or
slow of wit, but his behavior was so consistent that anyone that saw much of
him took notice. Before old enough to speak, he was grew agitated when thing
were not just right in his eyes. He fussed when he was dirty in any way,
sulked incessantly when he did anything at all that drew reprimand, and once
when a foul souled merchant from Udgaard was bold enough to try to ply his
trade in Akan, the young toddler screamed with near feral rage when he was
carried close enough to see them, and could not be calmed until the annoyed
peddler was out of eyesight.

With age, and words, the behavior grew more noticeable. He had impeccable
manners and respect for everyone, but if someone did anything wrong, he was
not slow to point it out. He and his mother had a running argument of three
straight days over a simple saying that she used at times that said, Idle
hands are evil's playthings. He, still very young but having heard the saying
many times, observed that the words were untrue. His mother laughed it off as
nothing, but the boy would not let it go and pointed out various reasons of
how someone's idle hands could not make his hands do anything he did not want
them to. And even if busy with a task, those that are truly wicked of heart
are mostly likely doing more wrong with their hands than even if they were
idle. At first she continued to shake her head with humor at the argument,
but after it went on for a day she tried to defend the words as having a
shred of meaning, which only made things worse with her son, and after
another day, she silently vowed to never utter the words again and prayed
words of thanks when the boy ran out of thoughts to share on the matter. He
pointed out more grievous offenses, such as words of Vain against the Gods
sympathetic to those of good heart, words of disrespect to an elder, or
overly harsh words from any elder to a youth. He pointed out anything that he
saw as not being right, and he did so without malice or haughtiness, but he
had no notion or regard for social queues as to when it is appropriate to be
done, or perhaps simply regarded such limitations in speaking his mind.

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