Laenelis the Bearer of the Molten Circle, Blessed of the Ancients

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Chapter 1

Laenelis spent a short amount of time as Harbinger for the outlanders. A
position he did not ever really seek and one he only started to become faintly
comfortable with before Aeria replaced him. He holds no grudge about the loss
of being the Harbinger. He sees little difference between all of it, only
that less time is taken from what he truly desires, to hunt. He does feel he
he has earned his place in the tree and the respect he is shown.

It has been some time since he has felt the physical presence of the Angry Father.
Though he still feels the power of the wilds flowing from his God through him
and this is enough. The mark of the Angry Father that he has continues to flare
when his prey is found, though he has yet to unlock any further mysteries of this
most holy mark despite what Grurk hinted at when they last spoke.

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Chapter 2

At this point in life, Laenelis has experience a great deal.

Grurk. Since his rebirth as a child of the Angry Father he has grown and
come to more understanding of vengeance, justice, and Grurk and sees him as
less of a means to an end. His religious fervor has also grown. He sees
other priests as false priests and those that do not fight alone enforce the
ideal, showing their weakness and lack of conviction for their beliefs.He
does not try to be a good priest of Grurk. He lives as his lust for
vengeance and justice guides him and knows that he is a pure priest of the
Angry Father.

Jor. He first met Jor in the weald, where he had arrived to offer prayers of
healing for two outlanders while they assaulted the spire. Jor however
verbally attacked Laenelis and his god, so they fought.In fact, when they
saw each other, they would stop whatever else they were doing and focus on
each other. They fought and fought, and fought. And fought some more.
Killing each other and renewing their attacks with even more hatred.
Laenelis however realized that Jor was ignorant and misguided. And made an
offer to Jor one day, the offer was that Jor listen to why he was a priest of
Grurk. If he didnt understand after that, their personal war could
continue. If he understood, they would finally be able to focus on the real
enemy. They sat, they talked, and finally Jor understood. Since that day,
they have traveled often. Laenelis is for the most part, anti-social, and
does not seek to make friends. However, he would consider Jor the closest
thing to that, and feels he understands and knows more of Laenelis than most
likely ever will, if only because Laenelis does not open up.

Outlander. He is still unsure of most of them and really knows little of
them individually. They respect his own beliefs so that is enough for him at
the moment. It is not much different than when he was on his own.

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Chapter 3

Laenelis grew up in the valleys of the Jade Mountains. His only memories of
parents are hazy at best, his only recollection of them is the two figures who
left him with a human druid that also called the valleys and of the Jade
Mountains his home. He never learned this human's name, he spoke rarely and
when he did he was not overly verbose. He taught Laenelis the ways of survival
in the wilds, to both appreciate and respect them. These lessons were not
taught mouth to ear, but rather by simply taking him into the wild and leaving
him in one situation or another, while watching from afar. When he was still
very young, and being taught to find their camp from a great distance through
dense wilderness he got turned around, and was spotted and captured by a
ranging patrol from Seantryn Modan, and consequently sold into slavery by the
soldiers seeking to make some fast coin. A fair lithe young elf would serve the
darker pleasures of some of the richer patrons of the whorehouses in the mood
for something more "exotic". His stay there while short, was quite brutal.
Beaten (never in the face) and raped many times over, the inherent child-like
nature of his people was broken and torn from him. Long story short, a rescue
of heroic proportions took place involving his teacher, a treant, and some fierce
forest animals. How they were able to sneak into the city undetected he had
no idea, but they left a wake of destruction in their path out, and one greasy
merchant who drowned in his own blood.

After that, his training moved slowly at first. He was cold and distant and
rarely ate. He seemed more animal than elf. Then one day he simply
understood, the things he learned would serve him in delivering justice to all
those who would reside in and help maintain a "city". Not only a festering
wound on his beloved wilds, but also a cess-pit that catered and profited
from the pain of the lesser to serve the darker desires of all races.