Rethan Cain
Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 7:05 am
Name: Rethan Cain
Age: 41
Race: Half-Breed - Rethan is a Half-breed of both Elven(Father) and Alseids((Nymph)Mother) heritage.
Height: 192cm
Weight: 35kg
Physical Description
-Fair pure skin
-Long straight Pure black hair
-Roughly 6ft tall
-Lithe and thin (athletic)
-His face retained many of his younger boyish appearances
-Deep Silver Eyes
-Leather and breastplate armour (battered and torn in many places, dirtied by endless use in the wilderness)
-Pauldron with emblem of a deer depicting his house and skills
-Black Leather trousers and brown leather boots.
-Single Katana sheathed on his left hip, also wearied by constant use
-Wooden longbow strapped to his back along with a quiver of arrows.
(Read history for a more detailed description)
Personality:
Raised as a druid he was taught to be even-minded, though his heart tends to follow the ways of the Just and True. He has lacked contact with the outside world his entire life and thus does not properly know how to interact with 'civilized' communities and people outside of the grove though his nature tends to be polite and well-meaning. In his grove Rethan possesses a air of command and respect for his position, which shows in the way he presents himself, in his walk and posture, though it is not arrogance by any means.
Posessions:
Katana
Longbow
Quiver full of wooden arrows
Leather Jerkin
Garnished Breastplate
Leather boots
Leather Belt
Leather trousers
Hunting Knife
Waterskin
Basic Provisions (berries, nuts, salted meats)
Powers or Strengths:
-Experienced melee combatant
(Rethan, as Warden of the Huntress, learnt early during his upbringing the ways of the sword, which he has spent many years practicing to improve and in future, perfect. He favours his Katana, as it is a light balanced weapon versatile in many arts of combat, which compliments his natural agility, speed and reflexes well. He is the most gifted swordsman in the grove pitting himself in various duels with both his sister and other druids in order to practice. Although he is a gifted swordsman, he is not a tactician. He relies on his agility and speed and knowledge of the blade to win the day, rather than using his brains to outwit an opponent. He releases control of his physical body to his subconscious in heated battles, letting his reflexes guide his blade. In doing so, he can greatly increase his offensive and defensive capabilities through added speed, though it is very tiring on his body and without use of his mind can fall prey to his opponents cunning. )
-Keen shot with a bow and arrow
(As a hunter of his people, Rethan must provide for his groves needs. His daily chores of bringing home provisions for his peoples have trained his abilities with the bow and arrow to a level which most find hard to match. His elven heritage and keen eyes help in finding targets and delivering the arrow with pinpoint precision. Rethan lacks vast physical strength, which limits which bows he can use and the distance in which he can successfully shoot. )
-Extremely Agile and nimble due to his heritage and lifestyle
(Rethan grew up in woodlands and lived there his entire life as a hunter. Running through the woods the catch and stalk prey has increased his stamina and fitness to a high level enabling him to fullfill his days work with ease. Endless practice to better himself in both the sword and bow also benefitting his fitness and increasing his speed and reaction times. Born an elf, also contributes to these abilities. Naturally high dexterity and agility help with his profession and skills. )
-Is at one with nature
(As a druid and his life dedicated to Nature, Rethan is linked with nature itself. Able to commune with its creatures and even with trees and entire entities themselves (such as his own grove), This grants him many boons in his environment, able to camoflague himself with ease, track movements and move undetected and with ease through any woodland environment.)
-Seriak's Spirit
(Seriak can still connect with Rethan in dire times offering him advice, warning or just a friendly voice, sometimes even able to manifest itself in spirit form, though cannot physically affect the world around him)
Weaknesses:
-Lack of Social Skills
(Rethan has spent his entire life in solitude in the druid grove, not venturing far from the forests embrace. This means he lacks social graces and the ability to easily fit in and feel out of place and uncomfortable in unnatural surroundings such as a city.)
-Intelligence
(Rethan while being a half-elf, retains the ability to learn fast, Rethan has not been subject to formal teachings and knows nothing of the outside world. Thus he cannot write, knows nothing of money or bartering or even how the world outside works. His knowledge is based entirely around the natural world. Thus he is easily taken advantage of.)
History:
The snow crunched softly under his light footsteps as he stalked through the dense foliage of the Oaken grove. The hour was late and the sun had retreated, giving way to the bright azure crescent moon, the symbol of the Huntress, Rethan's chosen god. Eerie streams of blue light filtered through the tall canopy overhead littering the snow covered ground illuminating the forest in a mysterious blue.
Rustling of leaves off to the right indicated his prey was on the move again, oblivious to his presence. There was a glimmer of light as it cast off silky white fur as the creature moved into sight between two old Oakes heading towards the frozen river.
The loud cracking sound of ice breaking echoed off the old trees and found its way to Rethan's acute ears. It was at the river, trying to break the surface to receive its bounty. Using the cover the shattering of the ice provided, Rethan was able to approach the creature unnoticed. Placing his soft bare hand on the brilliantly white feathers of the creatures wing suddenly alerted the Hippogryph to his presence. Normally startled by such a approach the creature merely turned its beak away from the icey spring waters and stared into Rethans deep silver eyes. His touch naturally calmed the creature, as was his gift as it had run in his family and kind for centuries before his time.
"Shhh, Minyuri, its only me." Rethan cooed as he stroked its feathers.
Minyuri was his sisters familiar creature. A creature bound to her lifestream, their pain shared, kindred spirits, much like his own.
Relaxing almost immediately at hearing his voice she went back drinking the lifegiving water the river offered through its cracked surface. Feeling parched himself, he moved to the rivers front and looked into its frozen surface to the reflection which shone back at him. The light fell unobstructed onto the ice coating and reflected back into his face giving clear definition.
Nothing had changed, his boyish looks remained dispite the years which had passed by, a curse he claimed, inherited naturally by both his Elvish and Nymph bloodline. The flawless skin and attractive feminine qualities which made his sister vastly attractive was a curse he had never wanted. His silver eyes glinted back, staring into his soul. His long straight, tied back, pure black hair contrasted perfectly with them. He looked no older than sixteen, the same haunting physique he possessed at least thirty years ago. He was not ugly by any means, quite the opposite, he was beautiful much like his sister. But he was a warrior, a hunter, he wasn't meant to be flawless and pure.
The garnished silver of his plate-mail shone brightly as the azure light carressed its surface giving emphasis to every intricate detail in its design, especially the pauldron on his left arm. The pauldron depicted the deer, his house emblem. His house was known for their agility and speed and had been the hunters for their grove for the past centuries. The dirty dark green leather which bound the seperate entities of the breastplate together had begun to wear with constant strain. He would need the armourer to repair it before the year was out, as with his black vest he wore underneath. It too had seen much wear and was torn in places from the hunt.
Removing his scarred gauntlet from his right hand he reached out and carressed the surface of the ice. It was cold to the touch but he could feel the water running quickly beneath its thin surface. The season was wearing thin and the ice with it. Soon it would melt and the season would end, giving way to new life which would be born into this world.
Reaching out and retreiving a nearby broken tree branch he smashed a small hole into the rivers surface. The rushing water beneath carried away the remants of the ice quickly and left a small hole in which to drink. Placing his drink skin into the depths of the river it quickly filled by the time his hand was numb, which took only seconds.
Taking a long draught of the special waters which gave so many creatures life, he felt rejuvenated. All his aches of a days labour had vanished and a newfound energy coursed through his body. Feeling revived he stood to his full height and surveyed his surroundings once more.
Something had changed since he had arrived, the forest was whispering a warning, and the animals were silent. Even the river grew eerily quiet. Minyuri sidled up beside him and he could also feel the creatures tension as it too could sense something terribly wrong.
After placing his bare hand firmly against one of the old oakes he concentrated all of his thoughts and emotions, beginning to tap into the lifestream of the forest, to commune with its essence. It was not like conversing with other elves, only its emotions and thoughts could be felt not heard.
After a time his mind became one with the forest, granting him sight over all which it felt. Deep pain and sorrow overwhelmed him the instant his mind fully connected with the forests presence which broke the connection almost immediately. He had been unprepared for such strong emotions from a normally calm and serene entity.
Something indeed was very wrong, he felt the great loss death caused and immense pain within. This grove had not experienced such emotions since centuries past.
The brilliant azure moonlight had rescinded to a menacing dark grey, evil things were afoot, it was not natural. His attention was drawn back to the ice coated river they had just drunk from. Its usual crystal blue waters ran red with blood as it travelled with the brisk current from upstream.
"I have wasted much time already, the forest is in pain and its creatures lifeblood flows freely downstream. Something must be done immediately! Minyuri, find "Auriellia"!" he ordered the Hippogryph as he began to follow the now crimson river upstream to its source.
The dense foliage and low hanging branches whipped Rethan's bare face drawing blood in many places. All stealth had been abandoned as he sprinted through the forests undergrowth attempting to reach the source of the blood. The deep snow hindering his every movement reaching up and grabbing his very feet as they passed over its surface.
Character History:
He knew the injury would be fatal. Accepted it at the very moment he caught the arrows penetrating force as it punctured his chest.
Rethan, Warden of the Huntress, and druid of the grove, began the last part of his journey towards death as the grey light stretched sluggishly across the winter sky. He faced his end with the same grace and courage he had called upon during his life as a hunter and beastmaster.
The arrow stuck, fate guiding it ingeniously beneath the breastplate armour. He did no more than wince at the sucking wound in his chest, too intent was he on dispatching the remaining Drow and ensuring the life of the animals and his friends. Only then, when he stood in a pool of black blood which seeped into the now red snow of his own blood did Rethan fall, not yet dead, but the longest journey of all commenced.
As the druids which had gathered to aid him in the defense of the grove hurried him from the battlefield he was still calling orders to his friends to retreat. Once he heard the cries of battle diminish he lay back on the canvas that would bear him back to their grove. The journey seemed endless and he used the little time he had left to reflect upon his life.
There was little to complain about.
He was loved, that alone should be enough for any man he reasoned but then, he had accomplished much more.
He commanded respect amoungst his kind and had earned it to. Many revered him and his sister for their duties to the grove. There were only ever two druids called upon to become hunters during a reign, and Rethan like his father before him had the responsibilty bestowed upon him and his sister. To protect and provide for the grove was the ultimate duty and acheivement. Their battle prowess unmatched by any others save their predesessors. Many a time during his short life had his skills been called upon to aid the forest in times of need and until now he had not failed.
Druids were bowing their heads as his stretcher passed by into the grove, looking knowingly upon his wound in understanding. He wished he could somehow convey his thanks to each. Faces of friends were stricken with grief, and Rethan had not the strength left in his voice to urge them to be strong.
His eyes now focused upon the heavens had become heavy and his breathing quickened into quick gasps. He had seen this many times before in battle, just before men succombed to the inevitable, clawing at their consciousness and life. The clear sky had become overcast and the crescent moon a shaded red, a bloodmoon. An omen for things to come, this was just the beginning of something far greater.
The dying man's bearers were nearing the tent in which he knew would be his final resting place. For the first time he noticed his sister walking beside him in shock, giving orders to druids gathering around, fussing over his care. Once he was laid to rest he knew he would have to concentrate on his sister for as long as his heart held out. There was much to be discussed and his time was running thin.
They laid him down. His sister had insisted he be brought inside the Master Druids tent. Physicians hurried to Rethan's side. He ignored their probing, knowing it would lead to the shaking of heads and grave glances.
"Talk to me." his sister beseached, leaden with dread and sorrow.
"Send the physics away, Auriellia. We all know it's done."
She bowed her head in sad acceptance and gave the order.
All except his sister and the Master druid of the grove had now been banished. No emotional farewells would he tolerate from his friends. He could bear neither their sympathy or despair. They had filed out in silence, stunned by the notion their Hunter and friend may not even see this day's sun fully risen.
"Where is Seriak? Where is my companion?"
Seriak was Rethan's spirit creature, a Snow Leopard, a coat of brilliant white contrasted with the darkest black. A creature which matched Rethan remarkably. A dangerous threat hidden behind a mask of flawless appearance.
His memory wandered back to the battlefield which now seemed a lifetime ago. He remembered as he fought for his life against a seemingly endless array of Drow a flash of black and white leap from the growth. After that until the time when that fateful arrow ended his advance he remembered nothing, so involved was he on defending those which could not defend themselves.
A pained expression flickered across Auriellia's face as she too thought back to the battle which almost cost all their lives if not for Rethan's timely and ultimate sacrifice.
The image as vivid in her mind now as when she watched in horror as the scene unfolded unstoppably before her eyes. She had watched as the Drow drew the bow which would inevitabley end Rethan's life. She watched helplessly as the arrow soared perfectly towards its target as he unsuspectingly warded off another assault. The shock of the impact barely causing him to flinch but she knew then of its severity. Seriak on the other hand had felt the full force of the blow and collasped to the black stained snow in pain amidst the countless bloodied Drow. Taking the apportunity the situation presented the Drow retaliated against their assailant. Seriak had lost a leg before Auriellia's arrows found their mark and dispatched the Drow surrounding her brother's defenseless kindred spirit.
Knowing not much time was left and much still needed to be said she decided the direct, factual approach best.
"He lies wounded in the next tent. He's in a... delicate situation. The physics are attending his wounds this instant."
The news did not startle Rethan, they were kindred spirits, they shared pains and life with each other. Seriak would be in the same condition as he.
"We need to break the connection. Otherwise he will die with me, i cannot allow that to happen!" Rethan begged in barely audible whisper.
"The situation has become a bit more complicated than that i am afraid... Can you not sense it?"
For the first time since the battle Rethan searched his spiritual link with Seriak. The instant his mind became aware of his presence he was hit with another wave of unceasing pain. Somehow he had shielded himself from the connection until this point.
The new pain initiated a coughing fit which spouted forth more of Rethans precious lifeblood onto the white linens now wrapped tightly around his torso. Their pain was now equally shared and he understood the complication far better than any other.
"I need to see him!" Rethan urged sitting up from the stretcher issueing forth another fountain of blood.
A firm metalic gauntlet pushed him forcibly back into the crimson covered stretcher. He knew that moving would probably mean his death sooner but he needed to be with Seriak as they departed this world together.
"We will bring him to you, if you move you will die." Auriellia warned.
The Master druid left the tent into the white abyss beyond. Leaving Rethan alone with his sister.
"You are a fool Rethan! An arrogant fool. There must have been at least thirty Drow and you engaged them alone!" Auriellia cried, a new wave of tears rolling over her cheeks.
"Not alone..." he thoughts remained still on Seriak, it was his fault this fate had befallen him, he had not thought beyond the safety of the grove to remember Seriak's fate was tied to his own.
"It is my duty to protect this grove and its creatures, and i simply followed that duty. Had i not, the consequences could have been far worse. On this occasion the Huntress had simply asked more of me than my allegiance and i had gladly given it. Duty done. No regrets." changing the topic to the more urgent at hand. "The Drow?"
Her brother's strenght always surprised her, even despite his situation he was able to think clearly and say what needed to be said, straight and factual. The future held dark times and soon plans for the defense of the grove would need to be made.
"They have been driven back to their caves with the cost of many more Druid lives. The wards which had sealed the entrances have been broken in many places which allowed them to venture to our world. The remaining Druids are there now reworking the warding spells to seal the entrances again, but how long they will hold, and how the other wards were broken remain a mystery." she sat beside her dying brother taking his hand in her own. They had been close siblings, growing into their destinies as Hunters together, friends above all else.
"Our numbers are vastly thinned and many are not combat trained. We cannot hope to repel another assault of the same magnitude. There is but one hope, the Master Druid has sacrificed much to ensure the future of this grove and the lives it contains."
The cryptic message bounced meaningless around his mind. What sacrifice?
Another harsh bloodied coughing fit alerted them all that deaths cool embrace would wait no longer.
A bloodied coat of white fur, wet and dripping through the red stained canvas to the white snow below entered Rethan's vision as the Master Druid returned. The black flame scorched stump, where Seriak's powerful hind leg previously resided initated a wave of pain as soon as his eyes laid to rest upon it. He could feel the sadness flow from Seriak as he understood that even if they miracuosly survived, his life would be ultimately over. Like Rethan, he was a hunter, without the use of his leg, he was useless.
Their unique silver eyes finally came to rest upon each other, all questions and doubts immediately answered. They both held no regrets and would pass into the afterlife to dine with the Huntress, proud and with honour. They had been granted a hero's death.
No empty words were uttered as his eyes closed for their final time, in complete unison with the Snow Leopard which lay opposite to his prone body. The onlookers lost no time, they checked his pulse to confirm his death then ushered his body out of the tent to the Alter which had been hastily erected by order of the Master Druid, all the while Auriellia was weeping in complete sadness at her brothers passing. Time was of the essence.
---
The deepening cold was overwhelming. The nothingness engulfed all, not even colour or absence of colour registered in Rethan's mind, he was blind without having the benefit of seeing darkness. This was the afterlife? Not the endless forests inhabitted by countless creatures, the Huntress' domain?
"No my child, this is but a gateway between our two worlds." The voice echoed through his mind, familiar and commanding. A voice he had listened to all his life but until now had never heard.
"Huntress? So, i have passed into the netherworlds. Where is Seriak?" He could not sense his companion spirit. He had passed into death, which meant that Seriak too would be lying cold in Ashenshire. Why is his spirit not here with him.
"Yes it is I child. I have watched your life with great interest and will continue to do so for many years to come. Seriak has ventured into my realm already and is enjoying the endless Hunt as you too will one day." A cryptic response from the bodiless spirit in the void of nothingness."Your life is not yet at its end. A trade has been made which has guaranteed your further existance."
It made no sense at all, her words bounced meaningless around his mind. He was dead, he had felt death encompass him, he was here talking with his god. He was dead. But her words told him otherwise. Why had Seriak already travelled forth without him, what trade for his life? So many questions remained unanswered.
"Seriak cannot accompany you back to your realm. The trade was made for your life alone, he will remain here with me in peace. Look into your soul. If Seriak were to return with you, his life would be meaningless. With the loss of his leg he can never hunt again. You know he would rather die than suffer that fate. Here he can live as he would have. You know this to be true. You two are kindred spirits, both of the same stream of life, of souls, even death cannot seperate that. Even though he does not accompany you back in body, his spirit will always remain. Remember this. Now go!"
---
The brisk winds of a rain baked sky whipped harshly across Rethan's face as the rain droplets saturated his body. With the comfort of his sisters body in front of him, he peered from his position over Minyuri's outstretched wings to the grounds below. They were no longer in their grove. The lands below were foreign and barren.
Age: 41
Race: Half-Breed - Rethan is a Half-breed of both Elven(Father) and Alseids((Nymph)Mother) heritage.
Height: 192cm
Weight: 35kg
Physical Description
-Fair pure skin
-Long straight Pure black hair
-Roughly 6ft tall
-Lithe and thin (athletic)
-His face retained many of his younger boyish appearances
-Deep Silver Eyes
-Leather and breastplate armour (battered and torn in many places, dirtied by endless use in the wilderness)
-Pauldron with emblem of a deer depicting his house and skills
-Black Leather trousers and brown leather boots.
-Single Katana sheathed on his left hip, also wearied by constant use
-Wooden longbow strapped to his back along with a quiver of arrows.
(Read history for a more detailed description)
Personality:
Raised as a druid he was taught to be even-minded, though his heart tends to follow the ways of the Just and True. He has lacked contact with the outside world his entire life and thus does not properly know how to interact with 'civilized' communities and people outside of the grove though his nature tends to be polite and well-meaning. In his grove Rethan possesses a air of command and respect for his position, which shows in the way he presents himself, in his walk and posture, though it is not arrogance by any means.
Posessions:
Katana
Longbow
Quiver full of wooden arrows
Leather Jerkin
Garnished Breastplate
Leather boots
Leather Belt
Leather trousers
Hunting Knife
Waterskin
Basic Provisions (berries, nuts, salted meats)
Powers or Strengths:
-Experienced melee combatant
(Rethan, as Warden of the Huntress, learnt early during his upbringing the ways of the sword, which he has spent many years practicing to improve and in future, perfect. He favours his Katana, as it is a light balanced weapon versatile in many arts of combat, which compliments his natural agility, speed and reflexes well. He is the most gifted swordsman in the grove pitting himself in various duels with both his sister and other druids in order to practice. Although he is a gifted swordsman, he is not a tactician. He relies on his agility and speed and knowledge of the blade to win the day, rather than using his brains to outwit an opponent. He releases control of his physical body to his subconscious in heated battles, letting his reflexes guide his blade. In doing so, he can greatly increase his offensive and defensive capabilities through added speed, though it is very tiring on his body and without use of his mind can fall prey to his opponents cunning. )
-Keen shot with a bow and arrow
(As a hunter of his people, Rethan must provide for his groves needs. His daily chores of bringing home provisions for his peoples have trained his abilities with the bow and arrow to a level which most find hard to match. His elven heritage and keen eyes help in finding targets and delivering the arrow with pinpoint precision. Rethan lacks vast physical strength, which limits which bows he can use and the distance in which he can successfully shoot. )
-Extremely Agile and nimble due to his heritage and lifestyle
(Rethan grew up in woodlands and lived there his entire life as a hunter. Running through the woods the catch and stalk prey has increased his stamina and fitness to a high level enabling him to fullfill his days work with ease. Endless practice to better himself in both the sword and bow also benefitting his fitness and increasing his speed and reaction times. Born an elf, also contributes to these abilities. Naturally high dexterity and agility help with his profession and skills. )
-Is at one with nature
(As a druid and his life dedicated to Nature, Rethan is linked with nature itself. Able to commune with its creatures and even with trees and entire entities themselves (such as his own grove), This grants him many boons in his environment, able to camoflague himself with ease, track movements and move undetected and with ease through any woodland environment.)
-Seriak's Spirit
(Seriak can still connect with Rethan in dire times offering him advice, warning or just a friendly voice, sometimes even able to manifest itself in spirit form, though cannot physically affect the world around him)
Weaknesses:
-Lack of Social Skills
(Rethan has spent his entire life in solitude in the druid grove, not venturing far from the forests embrace. This means he lacks social graces and the ability to easily fit in and feel out of place and uncomfortable in unnatural surroundings such as a city.)
-Intelligence
(Rethan while being a half-elf, retains the ability to learn fast, Rethan has not been subject to formal teachings and knows nothing of the outside world. Thus he cannot write, knows nothing of money or bartering or even how the world outside works. His knowledge is based entirely around the natural world. Thus he is easily taken advantage of.)
History:
The snow crunched softly under his light footsteps as he stalked through the dense foliage of the Oaken grove. The hour was late and the sun had retreated, giving way to the bright azure crescent moon, the symbol of the Huntress, Rethan's chosen god. Eerie streams of blue light filtered through the tall canopy overhead littering the snow covered ground illuminating the forest in a mysterious blue.
Rustling of leaves off to the right indicated his prey was on the move again, oblivious to his presence. There was a glimmer of light as it cast off silky white fur as the creature moved into sight between two old Oakes heading towards the frozen river.
The loud cracking sound of ice breaking echoed off the old trees and found its way to Rethan's acute ears. It was at the river, trying to break the surface to receive its bounty. Using the cover the shattering of the ice provided, Rethan was able to approach the creature unnoticed. Placing his soft bare hand on the brilliantly white feathers of the creatures wing suddenly alerted the Hippogryph to his presence. Normally startled by such a approach the creature merely turned its beak away from the icey spring waters and stared into Rethans deep silver eyes. His touch naturally calmed the creature, as was his gift as it had run in his family and kind for centuries before his time.
"Shhh, Minyuri, its only me." Rethan cooed as he stroked its feathers.
Minyuri was his sisters familiar creature. A creature bound to her lifestream, their pain shared, kindred spirits, much like his own.
Relaxing almost immediately at hearing his voice she went back drinking the lifegiving water the river offered through its cracked surface. Feeling parched himself, he moved to the rivers front and looked into its frozen surface to the reflection which shone back at him. The light fell unobstructed onto the ice coating and reflected back into his face giving clear definition.
Nothing had changed, his boyish looks remained dispite the years which had passed by, a curse he claimed, inherited naturally by both his Elvish and Nymph bloodline. The flawless skin and attractive feminine qualities which made his sister vastly attractive was a curse he had never wanted. His silver eyes glinted back, staring into his soul. His long straight, tied back, pure black hair contrasted perfectly with them. He looked no older than sixteen, the same haunting physique he possessed at least thirty years ago. He was not ugly by any means, quite the opposite, he was beautiful much like his sister. But he was a warrior, a hunter, he wasn't meant to be flawless and pure.
The garnished silver of his plate-mail shone brightly as the azure light carressed its surface giving emphasis to every intricate detail in its design, especially the pauldron on his left arm. The pauldron depicted the deer, his house emblem. His house was known for their agility and speed and had been the hunters for their grove for the past centuries. The dirty dark green leather which bound the seperate entities of the breastplate together had begun to wear with constant strain. He would need the armourer to repair it before the year was out, as with his black vest he wore underneath. It too had seen much wear and was torn in places from the hunt.
Removing his scarred gauntlet from his right hand he reached out and carressed the surface of the ice. It was cold to the touch but he could feel the water running quickly beneath its thin surface. The season was wearing thin and the ice with it. Soon it would melt and the season would end, giving way to new life which would be born into this world.
Reaching out and retreiving a nearby broken tree branch he smashed a small hole into the rivers surface. The rushing water beneath carried away the remants of the ice quickly and left a small hole in which to drink. Placing his drink skin into the depths of the river it quickly filled by the time his hand was numb, which took only seconds.
Taking a long draught of the special waters which gave so many creatures life, he felt rejuvenated. All his aches of a days labour had vanished and a newfound energy coursed through his body. Feeling revived he stood to his full height and surveyed his surroundings once more.
Something had changed since he had arrived, the forest was whispering a warning, and the animals were silent. Even the river grew eerily quiet. Minyuri sidled up beside him and he could also feel the creatures tension as it too could sense something terribly wrong.
After placing his bare hand firmly against one of the old oakes he concentrated all of his thoughts and emotions, beginning to tap into the lifestream of the forest, to commune with its essence. It was not like conversing with other elves, only its emotions and thoughts could be felt not heard.
After a time his mind became one with the forest, granting him sight over all which it felt. Deep pain and sorrow overwhelmed him the instant his mind fully connected with the forests presence which broke the connection almost immediately. He had been unprepared for such strong emotions from a normally calm and serene entity.
Something indeed was very wrong, he felt the great loss death caused and immense pain within. This grove had not experienced such emotions since centuries past.
The brilliant azure moonlight had rescinded to a menacing dark grey, evil things were afoot, it was not natural. His attention was drawn back to the ice coated river they had just drunk from. Its usual crystal blue waters ran red with blood as it travelled with the brisk current from upstream.
"I have wasted much time already, the forest is in pain and its creatures lifeblood flows freely downstream. Something must be done immediately! Minyuri, find "Auriellia"!" he ordered the Hippogryph as he began to follow the now crimson river upstream to its source.
The dense foliage and low hanging branches whipped Rethan's bare face drawing blood in many places. All stealth had been abandoned as he sprinted through the forests undergrowth attempting to reach the source of the blood. The deep snow hindering his every movement reaching up and grabbing his very feet as they passed over its surface.
Character History:
He knew the injury would be fatal. Accepted it at the very moment he caught the arrows penetrating force as it punctured his chest.
Rethan, Warden of the Huntress, and druid of the grove, began the last part of his journey towards death as the grey light stretched sluggishly across the winter sky. He faced his end with the same grace and courage he had called upon during his life as a hunter and beastmaster.
The arrow stuck, fate guiding it ingeniously beneath the breastplate armour. He did no more than wince at the sucking wound in his chest, too intent was he on dispatching the remaining Drow and ensuring the life of the animals and his friends. Only then, when he stood in a pool of black blood which seeped into the now red snow of his own blood did Rethan fall, not yet dead, but the longest journey of all commenced.
As the druids which had gathered to aid him in the defense of the grove hurried him from the battlefield he was still calling orders to his friends to retreat. Once he heard the cries of battle diminish he lay back on the canvas that would bear him back to their grove. The journey seemed endless and he used the little time he had left to reflect upon his life.
There was little to complain about.
He was loved, that alone should be enough for any man he reasoned but then, he had accomplished much more.
He commanded respect amoungst his kind and had earned it to. Many revered him and his sister for their duties to the grove. There were only ever two druids called upon to become hunters during a reign, and Rethan like his father before him had the responsibilty bestowed upon him and his sister. To protect and provide for the grove was the ultimate duty and acheivement. Their battle prowess unmatched by any others save their predesessors. Many a time during his short life had his skills been called upon to aid the forest in times of need and until now he had not failed.
Druids were bowing their heads as his stretcher passed by into the grove, looking knowingly upon his wound in understanding. He wished he could somehow convey his thanks to each. Faces of friends were stricken with grief, and Rethan had not the strength left in his voice to urge them to be strong.
His eyes now focused upon the heavens had become heavy and his breathing quickened into quick gasps. He had seen this many times before in battle, just before men succombed to the inevitable, clawing at their consciousness and life. The clear sky had become overcast and the crescent moon a shaded red, a bloodmoon. An omen for things to come, this was just the beginning of something far greater.
The dying man's bearers were nearing the tent in which he knew would be his final resting place. For the first time he noticed his sister walking beside him in shock, giving orders to druids gathering around, fussing over his care. Once he was laid to rest he knew he would have to concentrate on his sister for as long as his heart held out. There was much to be discussed and his time was running thin.
They laid him down. His sister had insisted he be brought inside the Master Druids tent. Physicians hurried to Rethan's side. He ignored their probing, knowing it would lead to the shaking of heads and grave glances.
"Talk to me." his sister beseached, leaden with dread and sorrow.
"Send the physics away, Auriellia. We all know it's done."
She bowed her head in sad acceptance and gave the order.
All except his sister and the Master druid of the grove had now been banished. No emotional farewells would he tolerate from his friends. He could bear neither their sympathy or despair. They had filed out in silence, stunned by the notion their Hunter and friend may not even see this day's sun fully risen.
"Where is Seriak? Where is my companion?"
Seriak was Rethan's spirit creature, a Snow Leopard, a coat of brilliant white contrasted with the darkest black. A creature which matched Rethan remarkably. A dangerous threat hidden behind a mask of flawless appearance.
His memory wandered back to the battlefield which now seemed a lifetime ago. He remembered as he fought for his life against a seemingly endless array of Drow a flash of black and white leap from the growth. After that until the time when that fateful arrow ended his advance he remembered nothing, so involved was he on defending those which could not defend themselves.
A pained expression flickered across Auriellia's face as she too thought back to the battle which almost cost all their lives if not for Rethan's timely and ultimate sacrifice.
The image as vivid in her mind now as when she watched in horror as the scene unfolded unstoppably before her eyes. She had watched as the Drow drew the bow which would inevitabley end Rethan's life. She watched helplessly as the arrow soared perfectly towards its target as he unsuspectingly warded off another assault. The shock of the impact barely causing him to flinch but she knew then of its severity. Seriak on the other hand had felt the full force of the blow and collasped to the black stained snow in pain amidst the countless bloodied Drow. Taking the apportunity the situation presented the Drow retaliated against their assailant. Seriak had lost a leg before Auriellia's arrows found their mark and dispatched the Drow surrounding her brother's defenseless kindred spirit.
Knowing not much time was left and much still needed to be said she decided the direct, factual approach best.
"He lies wounded in the next tent. He's in a... delicate situation. The physics are attending his wounds this instant."
The news did not startle Rethan, they were kindred spirits, they shared pains and life with each other. Seriak would be in the same condition as he.
"We need to break the connection. Otherwise he will die with me, i cannot allow that to happen!" Rethan begged in barely audible whisper.
"The situation has become a bit more complicated than that i am afraid... Can you not sense it?"
For the first time since the battle Rethan searched his spiritual link with Seriak. The instant his mind became aware of his presence he was hit with another wave of unceasing pain. Somehow he had shielded himself from the connection until this point.
The new pain initiated a coughing fit which spouted forth more of Rethans precious lifeblood onto the white linens now wrapped tightly around his torso. Their pain was now equally shared and he understood the complication far better than any other.
"I need to see him!" Rethan urged sitting up from the stretcher issueing forth another fountain of blood.
A firm metalic gauntlet pushed him forcibly back into the crimson covered stretcher. He knew that moving would probably mean his death sooner but he needed to be with Seriak as they departed this world together.
"We will bring him to you, if you move you will die." Auriellia warned.
The Master druid left the tent into the white abyss beyond. Leaving Rethan alone with his sister.
"You are a fool Rethan! An arrogant fool. There must have been at least thirty Drow and you engaged them alone!" Auriellia cried, a new wave of tears rolling over her cheeks.
"Not alone..." he thoughts remained still on Seriak, it was his fault this fate had befallen him, he had not thought beyond the safety of the grove to remember Seriak's fate was tied to his own.
"It is my duty to protect this grove and its creatures, and i simply followed that duty. Had i not, the consequences could have been far worse. On this occasion the Huntress had simply asked more of me than my allegiance and i had gladly given it. Duty done. No regrets." changing the topic to the more urgent at hand. "The Drow?"
Her brother's strenght always surprised her, even despite his situation he was able to think clearly and say what needed to be said, straight and factual. The future held dark times and soon plans for the defense of the grove would need to be made.
"They have been driven back to their caves with the cost of many more Druid lives. The wards which had sealed the entrances have been broken in many places which allowed them to venture to our world. The remaining Druids are there now reworking the warding spells to seal the entrances again, but how long they will hold, and how the other wards were broken remain a mystery." she sat beside her dying brother taking his hand in her own. They had been close siblings, growing into their destinies as Hunters together, friends above all else.
"Our numbers are vastly thinned and many are not combat trained. We cannot hope to repel another assault of the same magnitude. There is but one hope, the Master Druid has sacrificed much to ensure the future of this grove and the lives it contains."
The cryptic message bounced meaningless around his mind. What sacrifice?
Another harsh bloodied coughing fit alerted them all that deaths cool embrace would wait no longer.
A bloodied coat of white fur, wet and dripping through the red stained canvas to the white snow below entered Rethan's vision as the Master Druid returned. The black flame scorched stump, where Seriak's powerful hind leg previously resided initated a wave of pain as soon as his eyes laid to rest upon it. He could feel the sadness flow from Seriak as he understood that even if they miracuosly survived, his life would be ultimately over. Like Rethan, he was a hunter, without the use of his leg, he was useless.
Their unique silver eyes finally came to rest upon each other, all questions and doubts immediately answered. They both held no regrets and would pass into the afterlife to dine with the Huntress, proud and with honour. They had been granted a hero's death.
No empty words were uttered as his eyes closed for their final time, in complete unison with the Snow Leopard which lay opposite to his prone body. The onlookers lost no time, they checked his pulse to confirm his death then ushered his body out of the tent to the Alter which had been hastily erected by order of the Master Druid, all the while Auriellia was weeping in complete sadness at her brothers passing. Time was of the essence.
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The deepening cold was overwhelming. The nothingness engulfed all, not even colour or absence of colour registered in Rethan's mind, he was blind without having the benefit of seeing darkness. This was the afterlife? Not the endless forests inhabitted by countless creatures, the Huntress' domain?
"No my child, this is but a gateway between our two worlds." The voice echoed through his mind, familiar and commanding. A voice he had listened to all his life but until now had never heard.
"Huntress? So, i have passed into the netherworlds. Where is Seriak?" He could not sense his companion spirit. He had passed into death, which meant that Seriak too would be lying cold in Ashenshire. Why is his spirit not here with him.
"Yes it is I child. I have watched your life with great interest and will continue to do so for many years to come. Seriak has ventured into my realm already and is enjoying the endless Hunt as you too will one day." A cryptic response from the bodiless spirit in the void of nothingness."Your life is not yet at its end. A trade has been made which has guaranteed your further existance."
It made no sense at all, her words bounced meaningless around his mind. He was dead, he had felt death encompass him, he was here talking with his god. He was dead. But her words told him otherwise. Why had Seriak already travelled forth without him, what trade for his life? So many questions remained unanswered.
"Seriak cannot accompany you back to your realm. The trade was made for your life alone, he will remain here with me in peace. Look into your soul. If Seriak were to return with you, his life would be meaningless. With the loss of his leg he can never hunt again. You know he would rather die than suffer that fate. Here he can live as he would have. You know this to be true. You two are kindred spirits, both of the same stream of life, of souls, even death cannot seperate that. Even though he does not accompany you back in body, his spirit will always remain. Remember this. Now go!"
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The brisk winds of a rain baked sky whipped harshly across Rethan's face as the rain droplets saturated his body. With the comfort of his sisters body in front of him, he peered from his position over Minyuri's outstretched wings to the grounds below. They were no longer in their grove. The lands below were foreign and barren.
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