Dynnal the Legend of the Battlefield

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Chapter 4

When the healers came, they found Dynnal shying away from the corpse
of his friend, rocking back and forth in the corner as if he was still
trying to believe this had not happened. After healing from his rough
physical wounds and the foul magic that had been brought upon him, the
arial named Dynnal sent a letter to his parents saying he was not going
to be returning home soon. He stated simply that he could no longer
trust those that he had grown up with and that he would find himself out
in the world. Making Voralian City his home, he determined that he now
would dedicate himself to finding those who were untrustworthy and evil
like his former friend and would destroy them, a personal War that would
consume his entire life. The horrors that were wrought upon him would
not be brought upon others.

After joining the guild of warriors to continue his training, he found
himself bloodied after killing another magic chanting mage and pledged
himself to Tahren to become one of the Village of Battleragers, a group
who had the same War that he did. He abandoned the ideas of order that
were instilled in him when speaking of trusting others, instead opting
for the understanding of chaos and its freedom of self and the chance
to do what he needed against magic. He was no longer alone and he would
only show even the smallest trust to those within the Village as they
were the only ones who truly understood him. Even his kin, other arial,
were not safe from his wrath as they had harbored those who were like
his fallen enemy, that horror which was once called his friend.

Trust, he said, has made me a fool. I will not be such again.

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Chapter 3

After days of bed rest, the healers finally allowed Achale to come
visit him. While they talked of old times and battles and journies
to far off places, Dynnal became tired and began to fall asleep.
At the back of his mind, though, something seemed to try to resist
the beckoning of the need for such rest as if it was being forced
upon him rather than something that naturally needed to happen.
Tens of minutes passed by as something continued to prod at his
conciousness to wake up when he heard the words again that had been
in his dreams, but this time they were much louder and closer. His
eyes flew open and his beak let out a silent scream as he saw his
friend that he had trusted and fought next to for years perched on
the end of his bed, eyes closed and muttering the words that had
haunted his dreams while moving his hands. He swore he could even
see a sickly green light passing between himself and his friend as
if he was pulling the very life out of his body.

Weak as Dynnal was, once again feeling the sickness that had plagued
him for so long, he struggled and forced himself to leap up into a
rough tackle of his long time companion. Struggling to keep awake
and up straight, he pleaded with Achale to explain why he would do
this foul thing to a friend and ally, a brother in arms. Achale
grinned, an evil hue to his face, and cackled manically. He spoke
of how Dynnal had always been the strongest and the fastest and that
for too long, he had to rely entirely upon him as his protection on
their travels. He explained that he would have no more of this,
that with his siphoning of the very life from his "friend", he would
be strong enough to stand on his own without the need for a friend
who was barely a noble anyway.

After his admission, Achale began his chant once more. Reacting with
no thought beyond instinct, Dynnal reached over and smashed the water
pitcher next to him, grabbing one of the shards even as it dug into
his hand. Leaping quickly, proppelled fowward by the his exhausted
wings, he shoved the broken glass blade deep into the throat of his
former friend. Achale would have gasped, the look of horror on his
face now, if he could have. Instead, only a gurgle escaped around the
jagged makeshift weapon. Falling to the ground, Dynnal cried out in
fear and loss knowing that even as he did what he must, he would feel
the pain for the rest of his life.

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Chapter 2

Upon returning to Ayr'Trinil after a trip to Udgaard to learn from
a blademaster there, Dynnal fell ill. Achale, to his credit, never
left the young warrior's side during his sickness, his face full of
concern for his friend. While at times it would seem that Dynnal
would recover some, he would always lapse back into the sickness
after a few days. Not being able to find anything wrong with him,
the healers of Ayr'Trinil suggested sending him to Voralian City to
see the healers of the Light there to see if they could determine
what ailed him. At the time, Dynnal's parents could not accompany
him to Voralian City, but the faithful friend Achale was glad to go
and promised to keep him safe and sound until they reached the city
and met with the healers there.

The journey was arduous with the time of travel longer than normal
for the pair because of Dynnal's unfortunate sickness. After weeks,
the pair finally reached the city, all the while having fought off
bandits and thieves who seemed to look at the young arials as easy
prey. Even sickly, Dynnal fought like a true bladesman, fending off
every attack. The pair went straight to the healers who determined
the first and most important thing that Dynnal needed was rest with
no distractions. After days of being watched resting, Dynnal began
to improve as it had always been. Oddly, though, he had begun to
hear chanting words in his sleep, words he did not recognize. He
would soon find out what they meant, though.

Role

Chapter 1

The greatest horrors in life are those that are the closest to us,
unseen and unexpected until they strike. It takes us a long time to
see them for what they are and when they do finally decide to reveal
themselves, it is with the greatest pain and sorrow to their victims
who were the people who loved, respected, and trusted them. The tale
of the arial Dynnal was one such as this. Born to noble family that
had worked hard to gain what they wanted, both his parents guardsman
for the city of Ayr'Trinil, they rose to their heights because of the
perseverance and loyalty they showed to those they guarded. This led
their son to belive in the same concepts, believing it was important
to trust those around him and show that he was as loyal to them as
they seemed to be to him. Trusting, though, only makes you the fool
later.

Dynnal's parents believed that all arial should know how to defend
themselves, no matter how nobly born they were and because of this,
Dynnal spent much time learning from the swordsmasters of the world.
Along side Dynnal in his travels was the son of a friend of Dynnal's
parents, an arial named Achale. While he was not the fighter that
Dynnal was, he was able to hold his own at times enough to at least
continue training alongside the other arial. Dynnal, in all his
training, had found that he felt most comfortable with the bladed
weapons, especially the sword and to a slightly lesser degree, the
dagger. Coming from the family he had been born to, this was no
surprise to those who watched him weave his blades in defense and
swing them with quick and deft strokes on offense. His skill was
obvious and his future was what was considered bright by his
parents most of all.

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