Xaran Windsong the Weaver of the Elements

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Chapter 5

Xaran has grown, and his bond with Thar-Eris was growing, he felt in harmony
with her for the first time, confident in being her conduit and interpreter of
her signs. He sought to do more though, but soon he would understand he was
still but a student, arrogant to how little he truly knew.

He went to the past of Thera through a portal, with an idea in his mind. He
could try to change the present burning and destruction of the forest of
nowhere by attempting to alter its past failures. He would do the culling
himself, carefully controlling the burn and killing the forest burners, and
what he thought were creatures that were as pets to them. Rain poured from the
sky, and he heard her cry out to him, but not in the same way she had before.
She was weeping over him, sad at his actions. He realized to his horror he had
his history all wrong. The tresnores and beasts there were part of the balance
of the forest himself. Horrified, he realized Thar-Eris was weeping over him.

Feeling the fool for trying to alter the great cycle, he accepted his
shortcomings and sought to make sure such carelessness would never happen
again. Even the ashes of nowhere were growing once again, and he realized he
was wrong to disturb her natural cycle by trying to alter the past. He could
only look to the present and future to work on strengthening the flow of the
cycle. He wrote a bark to the rest of the pack warning them of how easily one
could misread her signs. Xaran sought to do her will with his hands, but
foolishly did more harm than good. He has since taken vows of tranquilly to
avoid killing natural creatures except in self defense or dire need, and has
tried to balance his misdoings by focusing on helping the wardens whenever
possible until the cycle's balance was in harmony again.

He still seeks the guidance of the Harbinger, and the Ancient Ergush, on how
he can become a better sentinel of the tree. He has much to learn, and he
wishes her to favor him again, and sing to him, but his connection to her has
weakened, and he wishes to regrow that bond to hear her sing again. He still
seeks to learn from the Ancient about nature's laws and how he may be a force
for them, but healing his wounds to Thar-Eris was his single and utmost
priority.

Role

Chapter 4

Xaran seeks to learn of nature's law from the Lord Ergush, but is ashamed of
his past. Even with his fierce elemental magics, he felt the lord of storms
would look down on him for his former life with his father. He has committed
his life to her though, and knows the guidance of the Ancient Ergush would
only help him learn more of her ways, and guide him, and teach him how to
better serve her through the understanding and preservation of the natural
order. Now that he has many years in the wild and understands more about her,
he will seek the shrine of Ergush and attempt to become a student of the
storm. Instead of a ripple in a pond, he would learn to become a tornado of
terror to any of the abominations plaguing her lands.

Xaran is meticulous in his methods and only accepts and expects mastery of
himself so he might be more in harmony with her when he asks for her elements
to aid him or guide him. Tireless, he often finds himself roaming Thera as the
sole wolf of the pack, constantly curious to visit the next cave or grove and
take in the beauty of it. He fights when he is able, but not for the joy of
slaughter, but because he would protect her and the grove with his life, a
solemn undertaking to him that only grows in conviction as his bond with her
grows and she grants him new gifts and lets her elements flow through him. He
hunts, but his true care is to make sure the great cycle continues to move as
it should. He watches to balance the branches, sometimes doing the work of a
warden, or reaver as needed. He feels the sentinels are the roots of the tree.

Xaran is intelligent enough to know to trust his instincts, but he is well
educated and no fool to knowledge and history. He sees his superior intellect
as a distinct advantages of out maneuvering her enemies and dictating the
terms of his ambushes. Above all things, he hates the Empire, and the Spire,
for their past transgressions, everything from destroying the Sylvan grove and
sapling, to his his own past and his fathers hand in strengthening the Empire
with taxes. He is ashamed of his family and lives his life with the slightest
hope that one day, his dedication to her, with guidance from the Harbinger and
the Ancient Ergush will help him right the wrongs of his past, and lift his
guilt so he can be truly free of his past and look to the future

Role

Chapter 3

Xaran spent the next ten years of his life in almost complete solitude,
occasionally meeting other members of the pack but often walking in solitude,
strengthening his elemental bond and wandering the world, guided by instinct
over intellect. He lacked the confidence of some of his fellow pack members,
and saw himself as a cub among lions. He fears he will never be a great
hunter, but is content in knowing that his heart and soul go into the efforts
of balancing the branches and helping guide the cycles from one to the next.
He was no reaver, but he was not without fangs and claws of his own so to
speak. He did her bidding when called upon, and protected and nourished her
groves. He learned to be one with her well as wolf and raven would be, and his
confidence slowly is beginning to grow.

Role

Chapter 2

Xaran left the cities and everything behind and began traveling the wilds. The
further he got from the city, the more he shed himself of the burdens of
civilized living, the better he felt. That whisper in the back of his head
that was blocked out before became a song to him on the winds now. He felt
guided by something, his magic flowed more freely and the tranquility of the
wilds finally made him feel comfortable and at peace.

Walking mostly alone and in solitude, he went forest to forest, desert to
swamp. He saw more of the world than he ever did from a wagon on a road. He
met tribes, saw people living in harmony with the land and the simplicity of
it made him happy. He felt free, and watching others live free gave him joy.
He listened and looked for the signs that he had been seeing, ever so faint as
they were. Trusting the winds, he found himself in a burned forest, staring
down at a meteorite. When he got near it, the whisper in his head became a
scream, and as he touched it with his hand, a vision flooded his mind, a
vision of nature, destruction, devastation...the work of mad imperials and
arbiters from long past days. As the memory receded, he felt drawn to another
meteor, and a third. Each one searing a memory of histories past into mind as
if he experienced it himself. This was his first knowledge of any sort of
refuge, the Ancients, and the vision of Thar-Eris. He knew he needed to seek
out this refuge of wild hunters and free men, and learn more of their ways.

Xaran found the refuge and offered his services to the huntress. Immediately a
figure emerged from the trees, the Harbinger of the sentinels in the flesh, so
to speak. They had been watching Xaran. A long conversation ensued, the
Harbinger mentoring Xaran in what the tree stood for. Xaran longed to roam
with the pack, but the Harbinger wished him to learn from some of the other
members and walk her wilds more, to truly think on the scale of what a life in
true service to her (Thar-Eris) would ask of him. Xaran set out to learn, and
in his wandering learned he had a connection to her through his elemental
magics. Since he did not subjugate the elements, but wove them almost in a way
where they flowed through him freely, he found he could use the elements to
let her guide his path. It was not long before the Harbinger saw his potential
and dedication to her, and granted him a branch in the refuge tree to rest on.

Role

Chapter 1

Xaran was not born special, other than a keen instinct and intellect he was
rather quite average. He was however born into wealth, the son of a ruthless
imperial tax collector. Wanting for nothing, he held the silver spoon and was
surrounded by riches and comforts.

He never felt comfortable watching his father make poor people poorer and even
take slaves when no other tribute could be made. Something inside him was
crying out, a deep instinctual feeling in the pit of his gut, but the voice
was drowned out by the many distractions blocking it from his reach.

His father insisted that he take up a profession. Xaran, in an effort to spite
his father, chose The Invokers guild, knowing very well his father despised
the arcane guilds because of the betrayal of the Arcane sect. Nonetheless, he
was given a private instructor and began to learn the basics of the elemental
magics.

Xaran and his instructor did not see eye to eye, he infuriated his teacher.
His instructor insisted he bend the elements to his will to achieve the
desired spell effect, but Xaran let the elements flow through him, using
himself as a vessel for the elements to commune through him to create the
spells. It was a symbiotic relationship of asking and receiving. His
instructor quit out of frustration, but Xaran was convinced he understood the
elements more than his teacher did and the quality of his magic showed it. He
continued his training alone.

A couple years passed, and Xarans father fell ill, and eventually succumbed to
his sickness as all living creatures do. Despite there being no father and son
bond between them, his father had nobody else to leave his belongings to. The
Emperor was to come to Hamsah and demand he take the bloodoath. He quietly
snuck off to the registry and distracted the bookkeeper, erasing his name and
set fire to his fathers home. He took nothing but the clothes on his back and
left Hamsah behind him, moving to Seantryn Modan in hopes of keeping his head
down and living a more simple life. He started earning his food and way as a
fisherman, but soon he realized traded an emperor for an empress, and he was
living in more of the same, and he was unhappy. Something about this life did
not suit him.

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