Xaevyir the Legend of the Battlefield

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Chapter 8

Gods of the Light,

I pen to you today to ask for mercy as I explain the events that have
troubled me greatly and caused much anguish to my soul. I have prided myself
to be one who will take the fight to the dark ones, and on this day I did
that within the walls of Galadon. I made sure to get permission from the
Justician as my foes were the Commander of the BattleRagers and the
Nightreaver of the Thar-Eris. The justician had me join them, prepared me
for battle, and made me a deputy of Galadon. What happened nex was completely
unexpected. The Justician rushed with me to their inner guardian, and in
my extreme haste and amplified battle prowess I cut down their execution and
found the scales in my hand in a flash. The Justician says they did not
know I followed, but I do not see how that's possible. I rushed out of the
Spire, and in an instant a good guard leaped on me and was instantly dead,
again, do to my battle prowess and enhanced strengths. The warrant was removed
the confusion was still upon me, and the scales would later crumble.

I have never been so sorrowful and sorry that the events of the day happened
as I described and I almost cannot believe it. I gathered the belongings of
the fallen guard and gave them to the head guard with coin to make sure no
expense spared for burial and to let the family know I would help them in any
way I can.

=X=

*The date on the note is many years old and the parchment is very worn*

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Chapter 7

Journal Entry: 25th of the Month of the Sun in the year 459 (6th Age).

The past few months have been a whirlwind of training and battles, but it
all culminated in a moment that will be forever etched in my memory. I have
achieved the highest rank in my guild, and I have mastered both the blade and
axe, weapons of the executioner. But it was the graceful technique called
Striking the Shadow's Footfall that proved to be the most valuable. My eye
for detail was passed on to only choice students, and I was able to use this
technique to predict my opponent's movements.

The latest battle was the most intense and difficult I have ever faced. The
evil Emperor Drogathar, the exact fiend I wished to vanquish, came to focus
his fury upon me. But this time, I was prepared. We battled at the front
gates of the Fortress of Light, with only Maran Tara'bal guarding the
entrance. It was a fierce fight, and the Emperor's pet healer was a constant
thorn in my side. But I was determined to emerge victorious.

At one point, I thought all was lost. The Emperor had me at his mercy,
dragging me through the halls with a flail chain. But I never gave up hope.
I was able to roll out of the attack, parry his blows, and strike a swift and
true blow to the Emperor. He reeled back, grievously injured, and tried to
turn and run, but I was one step ahead of him.

I cut off his way of escape and threw down my sword, wielding my mighty axe;
I executed the evil tyrant right then and there. This quick death would be
the last, honorable mercy I would show him. It was a remarkable
accomplishment, and the gods of light smiled down upon me. I can feel the
gratitude of the people of the realms, for good had won the day and darkness
was vanquished by a single, well-trained blademaster who was still just a
novice Squire. It is an honor to serve the Fortress of Light and to fight in
the name of Baerinika. I will continue to train harder than before and seek
the holy audience with her. The future is bright, and I am ready for whatever
challenges come my way.

=X=

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Chapter 6

Journal Entry: 14th of the Month of the Frost Giant in the year 459 (6th Age)

It was a momentous occasion when I met the Marshall of the Fortress of Light.
The Marshall was a towering figure of righteousness and virtue, and I felt
humbled in their presence. After much discussion, I was granted permission to
train as a Squire of the Brigade of the Phoenix, an esteemed honor that I
shall not take lightly.

On my very first day of training, I was met with a challenge I never
anticipated. The most evil warrior in all the lands, the Emperor of the
Imperial Army, came to focus his fury upon me. I felt the weight of his
dark aura, and for a moment, I was paralyzed with fear. But I knew I could
not back down. I stood my ground and engaged in battle with all my might.

The fight was brutal, and I suffered wounds that I thought would be my
undoing. But by some miracle, I was able to escape and recover to fight
another day. The Emperor of the Imperial Army was a formidable foe, and I
knew that I needed to train harder than ever before if I wished to stand a
chance against him.

I am now more determined than ever to perfect my skills as a Squire of the
Brigade of the Phoenix. I seek to become a warrior of unmatched valor and
bravery. I also seek the holy audience with Baerinika, for I know that only
with her guidance can I hope to vanquish the Emperor and his wicked army.

=X=

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Chapter 5

As a follower of the elven maiden Baerinika, Xaevyir values the virtue of
honor highly in his actions and decisions. It may not be the traditional way
priests train as initiates of the Spearmaiden, but in his mind, it is such a
noble virtue that enhances the tenets of the faith to an incredibly high
standard.

The Sphere of Honor is a guiding light that illuminates the path of those who
seek to embody the virtues of courage, combat, purity, and dedication. For
those who follow the path of honor, moral integrity is paramount, and they
hold themselves to the highest standards of conduct in all their pursuits.
By staying true to their principles, they build a reputation of respect,
esteem, and distinction that inspires others to follow in their footsteps.

Through the pursuit of honor, one cultivates the courage to face any
challenge, no matter how daunting. By upholding their beliefs in the face
of adversity, they become beacons of hope for those who look to them for
guidance. This courage is not only physical but also moral, as they refuse to
compromise their values for personal gain.

In the realm of combat, honor means fighting with a sense of fairness and
respect for one's opponent. It means adhering to a code of conduct that
emphasizes the importance of skill, discipline, and restraint. Those who fight
with honor seek to destroy their foes as quickly as possible as to refrain
from cruel, torturous death and instead show swift mercy by incredible skill.

The pursuit of honor also enhances purity of spirit. By staying true to
their principles and striving for moral integrity, those who seek honor
maintain a sense of inner peace and clarity of purpose. They reject the
temptations of greed, envy, and other vices that would lead them astray from
their chosen path.

Finally, the pursuit of honor requires dedication to a cause greater than
oneself. It means committing oneself to a higher purpose and working
tirelessly to achieve it. Those who seek honor are not content with mere
mediocrity but instead strive for excellence in all they do. Through their
dedication, they become shining examples of the virtues they seek to embody,
inspiring others to follow their lead.

For Xaevyir, the pursuit of honor is inextricably linked to his devotion to
Baerinika. As he seeks to raise an honor guard, he knows that he must find
those who share his commitment to moral integrity and the highest standards
of conduct. By gathering such warriors around him, he can create a force that
embodies the very essence of honor and inspires others to follow in their
footsteps. It is a very noble goal, but he seeks an audience with the holy
Spearmaiden to train with this high standard before he does anything. Her
approval means the world to him, and to become a pupil of Baerinika is his
lofty goal.

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Chapter 4

Alignment: Xaevyir is a good elf, fighting for what he believes is right and
just. Those who follow Baerinika tend towards the light, with purity in
righteous wrath holding favor. Xaevyir is motivated by a desire to do what is
right and protect those who cannot protect themselves, which are key traits
of those aligned with the light.

Ethos: He follows the path of order, valuing discipline and structure in both
his personal and professional life. His religious beliefs, which worship the
elven maiden Baerinika, also emphasize purity of purpose and integrity of
spirit, which he interprets as a form of orderliness as well.

Cabal: Xaevyir wishes to join the Fortress of Light, a group that prioritizes
personal sacrifice for the greater good to vanquish evil. Xaevyir was inspired
by the Fortress of Light during the raid on Darsylon and he values order and
the protection of others, and the Fortress of Light embodies these values
through their dedication to fighting against evil forces that threaten the
realm.

Additionally, witnessing the impressive display of power and righteousness
during the ambush on the Imperial raiders also played a significant role in
inspiring Xaevyir to join the Fortress of Light. The use of holy light
to burn the evil soldiers to ash was a powerful and awe-inspiring sight, and
left a lasting impression on Xaevyir.

Religion: Xaevyir follows the elven maiden Baerinika, who embodies the
virtues in fighting for one's beliefs and triumphing over enemies. Followers
of Baerinika take a firm stance against the wretched forces that threaten
their homes and lives, fighting to overcome and vanquish these threats. There
is no compromise in her religion, only purity of purpose, integrity of spirit,
and strength of arms. His devotion to Baerinika is a result of his personal
values and beliefs aligning with the tenets of her religion. Baerinika's
emphasis on fighting for a righteous cause and overcoming evil through
strength and courage could resonate with Xaevyir's own moral code and desire
to protect the innocent. The idea of a powerful and noble goddess embodying
these values inspires Xaevyir to strive for greater heights of heroism and
goodness.

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Chapter 3

As the sun rose over Darsylon, Xaevyir began his day like any other, donning
his armor and sharpening his weapons. However, as he made his way through the
city's bustling market, he noticed something was amiss. Rumors of another
Imperial raid had been circulating, and tensions were high among the guild
guards and merchants.

Suddenly, the sound of marching boots and clanging swords filled the air, and
Xaevyir saw a swarm of Imperials descending upon the city. The guild guards
and merchants put up a fierce fight, but they were quickly overwhelmed by the
Imperial soldiers, and the streets ran red with blood. Xaevyir's heart began
to sink in his chest and he knew he could not let this happen again, not on
his watch. Just when all seemed lost, Xaevyir caught sight of a group of
warriors in gleaming armor, charging down the street with swords and shields
held high. It was the Fortress of Light, a faction of noble warriors dedicated
to defending the innocent and vanquishing evil. The Fortress of Light launched
a surprise attack on the Imperials, catching them off guard with a barrage of
holy magic and divine fire. The Imperials were no match for the seasoned
warriors, and the evil Imperials were quickly burned to ash. Xaevyir watched
in awe as the Fortress of Light saved the city from certain destruction. He
was struck by their bravery, their unwavering dedication to their cause, and
their skill in battle. He knew then and there that he wanted to join their
ranks and fight for the greater good, just like they had.

From that day on, Xaevyir dedicated himself to training, honing his skills,
and preparing himself for the day when he could stand beside the warriors of
the Fortress of Light and fight for what was right. He knew that they were the
best of the best, and he would stop at nothing to prove himself worthy of
their cause.

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Chapter 2

Xaevyir woke up to the sound of swords clashing and screams echoing through
the streets of Darsylon. He quickly put on his armor, grabbed his sword, and
ran out of his home to see what was happening. As he made his way through the
city, he saw imperial soldiers attacking the guild guards and merchants who
were desperately trying to defend their homes and businesses. Xaevyir's heart
raced as he watched the slaughter taking place before him. He knew he had to
do something to help, but he also knew that he couldn't take on the Imperials
alone. So, he followed the guild guards and merchants as they retreated to a
nearby square, where they had a better chance of defending themselves.

The battle was fierce and the loss of life was heavy on both sides. Xaevyir
fought with all his might, using his skill with the sword to protect the
innocent and slay the wicked. He saw his fellow guards fall, heard the screams
of the wounded and dying, and felt the weight of their sacrifice. Despite the
chaos and carnage around him, Xaevyir remained steadfast in his moral
character. He refused to let fear or despair overtake him, and instead focused
on doing what was right, even in the face of overwhelming odds.

When the battle was over, the streets were littered with the dead and dying.
Xaevyir felt the weight of the tragedy and the loss of life, but he also knew
that he had done everything he could to help. He had followed his moral
compass and acted with courage and compassion, even in the midst of chaos
and destruction. As he walked through the streets, surveying the damage and
aiding the wounded, Xaevyir was reminded of the fragility of life and the
importance of standing up for what is right, no matter the cost. He knew that
he would carry the memory of that day with him forever, and that it would
shape his moral character for the rest of his life.

He had the sinking feeling that this would not be the last time he would
witness an Imperial raiding party, and deep in his heart he knew if they could
not defeat every last soldier, the evil would return. Their loss would have
to be so great that they would not want to ever return.

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Chapter 1

The sun rises over the lush, green forests of the elven kingdom, casting a
warm glow on the treetops. As the kingdom awakens, Xaevyir begins his daily
routine. He starts by visiting the temple of Baerinika, where he kneels before
the altar and offers his daily prayer, just as he and his forefathers have
done for many generations. As he prays, he meditates on the teachings of his
goddess and the virtues of righteousness, honor, and selflessness that his
family has instilled in him. After leaving the temple, Xaevyir heads to the
training grounds. As a squire, he is constantly honing his combat skills,
practicing with a variety of weapons and sparring with other young warriors.
His dedication to his craft and his determination to one day become a
blademaster are evident in the way he moves, with a graceful yet powerful
fluidity that catches the eye of his fellow trainees.

Once his training is complete, Xaevyir attends to his duties as a squire,
assisting the knights of his order with whatever tasks they require. Whether
it is helping to care for the horses, polishing armor, or running errands, he
approaches each task with the same level of diligence and attention to detail.

Throughout the day, Xaevyir remains mindful of his actions and their impact
on those around him. He is kind and respectful to all he encounters, from the
lowliest stablehand to the highest-ranking noble. He always seeks to do what
is right, even when it is difficult or unpopular, and never loses sight of his
duty to protect and serve his people. As the sun sets and Xaevyir retires to
his quarters, he reflects on the events of the day and the challenges he
faced. He is proud of the progress he has made in his training and his service
to his order, but he also knows that there is always room for improvement.
With a sense of humility and a commitment to continuous self-improvement, he
drifts off to sleep, ready to face whatever new challenges tomorrow may bring.

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