Erreak Dustfeather the Dweller of the Wilds, Vindicator of the Blood Tribunal

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Chapter 3

Religion:

Erreak follows the Grand Design, and her prayers shoot true to
the heavens like an arrow in homage to Lord Destuvius. As his
servant, she has vowed to promote order in the lands and to
ensure its prosperity. She sees the wilds as a the opposite side
of the same coin along with civilization. One cannot exist without
the other, and each are a resource that promotes growth in one
another. The lies of Thar-Eris have been like a shroud upon the
populace, hiding the truth they have for so long tried to keep
hidden. And like her parents, the guise will be lifted and they
will be brought to justice.

Character Quirks:

Erreak has a complete disdain towards breaches of protocol. She
will not question a superior as it is by the design not question
a direct order or the motives of those above her. However she
will be quick to expose the short comings of one beneath her or
the same station.

Though she is becoming a well-trained hunter, she also has shown
interest in ancient civilizations and customs. She has become an
astute archaeologist, starting in her days sifting through the
ruins hidden in the sands, and now exploring abandoned halls and
libraries for the secrets they hold.

Erreak shows a certain callous for the beasts of the wilds. She
sees some as a resource, but others as an overpopulated herd that
needs culled to avert the destruction of both land and crops. This
might resonate with her betrayal by her parents and her disdain
for animals.

Role

Chapter 2

Character Foundation:

Erreak holds Order at the utmost regard in her life. It guides
her thoughts, actions, and ensure her arrow flies straight and
unaffected by the moral burdens weighted upon by the chains of
both the light and dark.

Due to her betrayal by her parents, she has a rigid contempt
towards the ideals of Thar-Eris and those of the tree. Erreak
sees criminals as rabid dogs that drive fear to the populace
and promotes chaos. She will show no empathy to any criminal
nor anyone that would aid and harbor one.

Erreaks soul balances just as a set of scales. Never influenced
by light or shadow, for in her mind when the scale favors one
over the other, proper judgment cannot be discerned and decisions
for the good of Order and those who look to her to promote such
would be tarnished.

Tribunal:

At the urge of Seqouya and Sycamore Deeproot, Erreak applied
to and now is a member of the Tribunal Spire. As a hunter and
one trained in the wilds, she has positioned herself as key
member of the Magistrates in their aid to vanquish the miscreant
Outlanders and ensure Order prospers in the cities who accept
their protection and law.

Erreak's training and contempt towards the criminals who show
a lack of respect to both Law and Order, has driven her to live
the life of a Vindicator and eventually wear the badge as one.
She has left the watch of the city, to focus on following the
criminals to flush them out from their hiding places for justice
to be served. In her mind, there is no place a criminal will
find safe harbor and evade hunt from her hawkeye.

Role

Chapter 1

There at the foot of the Sultan, amid the red sands, was the flowing
pond of sky hidden amongst the palms. The oasis we called home, far
from Ayr'Trinil where our people from from. Our nest was removed from
the city way before my egg hatched. Our family feathers were painted
to the masses as criminals, opposing order and the law. They listened
to the winds and the whispers of Thar-Eris. They moved to the crimson
dunes of the Araile, becoming a bedouin tribe and evolving to endure
the harsh terrain and thrive within.

The desert however can erode the resolve and leave the bones bleached
white and but a memory beneath the sands. My parents, along with myself
were the last of out feathers, but they too would succumb to the cruel
Araile and their blood swathe the sands. When I was a young hatchling,
they were attacked by a pair of jackals. Those same jackals took me to
the sands of sorrow and raised me. Twelve years later, I would find out
that my parents were druids, and they were the jackals that had been
raising me. They faked their deaths to teach me to survive among the
animals and the wilds. Since I was not born with the divine feather, my
parents decided to use that guise to strengthen this beak and talon.

This realization was a betrayal to me. I was used by them, and by the
whispers of Thar-Eris that guided them. I left my parents and found it
my duty to turn them in to the Sultan's guards for their crimes. As I
journeyed I would hone my hunting skills and became under the mentorship
of both Sequoya and Sycamore Deeproot. They taught me to see and respect
the Order that dwells in the wilds and the city. Order in all things
without prejudice.

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