Born on a quiet autumn night, Tengri Galin Beovule was raised in the quiet town of Greenwood. He and his sister were raised on the outskirts of the village and were spared the harsh bitterness of the rest of the villagers. He was dutufully raised by his father, Nathaniel and his mother, Sera. They lived quietly on a farm where not many visitors came or went. One day Nathaniles old friend Garabaldi arrived and was asked to take on Tengri and his younger sister as students. Garabaldi taught Tengri many many things, how to bend and forge the basic metals, how to survive in the wild for a short time, but most of all he taugfht and tried to explain the world to Tengri. He explined the greater aspects of the world to him, particuarrly love and hate. Tengri however had a hard time grasping the concepst as such a young age, but continued to grow and prosper all the same. On a day that was very unlike any other, Garabaldi took Tengri to the forest to explore the wilderness. Tengri sepereated from his mentor and was in the process of looking for him, when he came across a wounded goblin. Not knowing any better he tended the goblins broken leg and helped set it on it's way. 'Later that evening after he had finally caught up to Garabaldi, the two fo them saw a strange light in the distance and went to investigate. 'After what felt like miles Garabaldi hid Tengri away and made him promise to stay put untill he came back. 'Tengri waited... and waited untill almost dawn. When he felt as though he would burst he set out towrds the dying light. He stumbled across a horrifying image, The villagers were gathered around his house watching it burn. And cursing the name of his father, for Tengri did not know of the goblin raids on the other side of the village. He aited untill the villagers departed and saught out his mentor, what he found was Garabaldi bound to a stake and burned as well. Cold and alone Tengri ventured into his house to find his family. 'He came across three figures each tied to their beds and burned alive. As the sun rose Tengri removed each of the bodies and using only his bare hands dug thier graves. He set out with only the bit of gold he could find and the clothes on his back to make his way in the world. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
Written by the hand of Bearia Sanral, Librarian of the City of Shadow, at the request of Tengri Galin Beovule.
I have decided to attept and place into words the mess of my life since the destruction of my home all those years ago, to those that would read this please bear with me as so much has happend it seems in so little time that it may seem quite a mess. ~Offestry
Ahh, Offestry the first place that I had really ever called home after what happened. It was there that I met my first true friend in the world, Crim he was a good man, and he fared well with the blade. Along with another we formed a group affectionatly called "The Headhunters". Not the most clever of names I know, the purpose was to show the people of this town that -anything- could be defeated and brought in. We claimed the head of many a terrible monster in those days, all for show and our own arrogant pride.
It was during this time when I met a small half-elven girl named Demetria, we were both young, and quite inseprerateable, though my urge to leave offestry soon made us grow apart, to this day I belive she still resides there, and with that she holds a bit of my heart that will always remain in Offestry.
And another that I met, that untill in my later years I never truly realized the posion he slipped so quietly into me. A drow... now many would think that his evil would be obvious, but to me at that time, I had never encountered a drow before, let alone many elves, for they didn't seem to have the time for me then, always running off to do one thing or the other. Veil or Phael as he was also known, took time to speak with me, to discuss many things, to "help" me cope with what had happened to my family, he was a servant of Shar, Goddes of loss. His posion was a subtle one that I never realized till much too late, and am still realizing now.
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Soon after leaving Shadow the harsh realization of the world became even more frightfully apparent. Though I was lucky then. Crim my only true friend at the time had decided to leave, though in his place I met those that quickly became as family to me, and to this day... still are. Selve, priestess of Istishia, my big sister always understanding and helping, Brodie, dedicated warrior of Tempus he knew me well and told the best jokes good for calming a situation, Em the ever silent warrior, we became close till she decided to dissappear one day, Aradin, my brother, my equal, it was he that brought me into the fold of Armorsmithing that I have now become world renown, if not for the competition that we had I would have never become tha man I am now. And Lastly... Kirin, the only true elf that I had met that had time for us humans. She had many skills and was always there to help us when tragedy struck us, to her I owe a debt I only wish I can repay.
One of the many adventures that remain in my mind of my early years is that of the time I encountered a dragon within the Echoe Mountains. I had taken it upon myself to aid the Dwarves that lived there in thier ever constant battle with the Ogres that dwelled there as well. While I was wandering those halls one day I heard a disticnt hissing behind me, not long after the dragon entered (it was a small dragon mind you I discovered afterward that it's mother had been attacking the city of Torm to the north and some adventures had slain it). And it was then that the beast attepted to control my mind with the magics it used, luckily I broke free, and after a wild chase through all of the mountain I made it to the Temple of Akadi. There I met Danar, a servant of the lady of the winds, he reached out with his mind and contacted many of the strongest warriors of the realms. I was partially used as bait to lure the dragon out, but we quickly found it's lair and defeated the fell beast.
It is now that I must reveal one of my darker secrets. It is something that I had hidden for some time, but I have accepted that it was a mistake and moved on. The half-drow Tebryn. He was known for being a reckless murderer and had attepted to do so many times upon Kirin my good friend. My memories of him are hazy and indistict. But I will tell of one fateful encounter with him. He had assulted me while I was dealing with the Pirates that frequently attacked ships leaving the docks of Shadow. He chided me for being so reckless and going out alone after them as "you never know who is watching". After he had me in one of his pocket dimensions he became more calm, and willing to talk. He was lonely, he described his life as one of constant persecution, simply because of his race, not who he was. In time I managed to direct his efforts more or less to aid our ever present war against the evils of the land and he obliged, so long as I did what I could to dissuede anyone from hunting him, which I did. Not long after that I went with him to the Isle of Graez, where we explored the many hidden places there. And togetehr we defeated the Minotaur. He was.. almost a friend.. the last I had heard of him was that he was captured and had escaped, to places distant and unknown I can only hope.,.
During this time I was learning much about the land, and the many causes to follow. One spoke to me, somewhere deep in my heart. The Lord Lathander, God of rebirth, Lord of the Sunrise and forgiveness. I fell into his following with ease. Helping others and bringing them closer to redemption. A friend of mine and a close ally even now Raimius told me of a holy order of knights that served Lathander, the Order of the Aster they were called. And after a series of trials and tests that I swore not to reveal, I passes and was indeed blessed by my lord, for at my ceremony of acceptance I was gifted with a golden surcoat touched by him. And all was good for a time... During this time I was learning much about the land, and the many causes to follow. One spoke to me, somewhere deep in my heart. The Lord Lathander, God of rebirth, Lord of the Sunrise and forgiveness. I fell into his following with ease. Helping others and bringing them closer to redemption. A friend of mine and a close ally even now Raimius told me of a holy order of knights that served Lathander, the Order of the Aster they were called. And after a series of trials and tests that I swore not to reveal, I passes and was indeed blessed by my lord, for at my ceremony of acceptance I was gifted with a golden surcoat touched by him. And all was good for a time... <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
Torm
In my travels with my friends I had heard of a great warrior named Girruuth, he had quite a reputation of anger and not many trusted him. But he knew a fair deal about fighting, and was taking apprentices. Brodie and Aradin were already training under him and I could see how much stronger thay had become, I went as well to learn from him. My first task was to discover my spirit animal. I was to find and hunt the animal with nothing but my sword and some healing vials. After much wandering I was walking along the savannah south of the Meadowlands and had just watched a lion appear and attack a cheetah that was threatening one of his cubs. It attacked suddenly and with such swiftness and ferocity. it was over in a moment, and I felt drawn to it. a single attack that completely eliminates your opponent, to protect the ones you love. I knew what I must hunt. The battle was fierce, I circled the animal, weary and worn, and it took some time but fianlly I emerged victorious. I took it's skin and made it into a coif that I wore with pride. It was what was me. And though my tactics of fighting have changed some since then.. It is still a part of me.
The liberation of Torm was a glorious day for all of us that stood with the light. Our combined foce sent the Shadow and Tonovi alliance packing and we took the city from thier hands. It remains free till this day.
Now... where my story truly begins to turn. Tzalyn... I don't quite know what to say about her. I learned through her love, for I fell for her completely and totally. I almost gave up everything I had for her. I felled Girruuth who I now concidered more of a father than a master for her. I cast away my light and swore to bring her back from Shar's sweet embrace.
I failed and with my failure I was cast out of the Order of the Aster and almost ostracized by my friends. I almost went to Shar then. But the last bastion of light held within me and I realized Tzalyn's dark lies and turned away from her... It was the most difficult descion of my life. Still because of that I know Shar has planted a dark seed within me, and sometimes it blossoms and I grow weary of all this, but I never give up. I have my light. I know this.
I wandered lost for a time my life seemingly in shambles. A gift appeared from nowhere. Someone to love, Starling she served the Lord Lathander as well... we were both afraid of each other. But we fell into deep love. And we went to many secret places and held each other waited for the dark to pass to watch the sunrise. She taught me again how to live, love and be happy. It was during this time as well that many good things happened. Girruuth decided that Brodie and I (he refered to us as his only son's wich we took with great pride) would be bequeathed his shop in the city of Torm. Now to be renamed Gigi's & Sons instead of just Gigi's. We took on the task with unseady hands and it is still quite a handfull at times.
With Starling and my friends I had brought myself once again into Lathander's fold, He accpeted me back with grace and understanding, knowing how difficult being human is. To praise him I undertook something that has changed these lands forever. To the north of Shadow there was a barren field that I travelled through almost every day. It had remained barren for so long I had decided that at the springtime festival to have a grand replanting in honor of Lathander and all the collected gods of nature. What I didn't know then was that the field was cursed, everytime something was planted the ground rejected it and spit it away. After some hard research I discovered that a town once existed there and had tended the fields. One day the orcs came pouring in from the north. They destroyed everything, seeking the fertile land as a breeding ground. Try as they might the farmers resitsed this invasion. Though the cities that had onced called upon them for thier yearly harvest now turned a blind eye to thier cries of help. The farmers fell, and the orcs took the lands, though what they claimed was not what they expected. As the famers fell they swore a curse so horrible on the land that it begain to blight and turn the land sour and dead. A collective of the strongest priests of the gods of nature managed to seal off the blight with a series of runes and contained it for untold years. After discovering this I speant days in an attept to discover a ritual that would cleanse the land and ease the suffering of those that died there. I was successful and with the help of Iaido and lady Shuko I fetched Phoenix feathers from the plane of eternal fire. From the most secret gardens of the Moonlight Vale I picked an Aster and a rose, Dew harvested from the first dawn of spring from the waterlord's temple,and lastly... a single apple seed from the cook of the White Dragon. With these aquired we went forth to the temple of Lathander, Blessed the seed and took it to the field and planted it. The sun, which was setting, blazed one last glorious time and a single ray struck the ground where I had planted it, Raimuis, an acolyte, and I prayed over teh seed while our friends Lukas, blessed it with the spirit of Mielikki, and Selve sprinkled it with divine water of Istishia. It took root and grew infront of us. The angry spirits of the farmers rose out of the ground and raised finally to thier rest, and the field grew again. I left care of the field with a man named Alonso, his wife, and thier beautiful young daughter Ashley. Still to this day they tend the field from thier house near it. Ask alonso he will tell you of the story as well. This is probably the greatest single achivement I have ever done.. and it was all from a simple seed.
Though with all good things there must be a balance. Starling and I were in the shop one day. We were realizing our differences and that she didn't want me to be her ever protector, I swore that I wouldn't and I allowed her to do as she pleased. Suddenly the door flew open and a bolt of lightning struck my chest, I shoved Starling out of teh room and was felled my another blast of lightning. When I awoke I was strung naked from the cieling of a dark chamber far away. Zeal, an ally and good friend of mine was locked in place and was forced to watch me endure torture beyond belief. By the end of it I was stripped of my manhood and left bleeding. Zeal managed to get me to my friends at the Temple of Lathander. I was healed as best as they could. Starling blamed herself for this. As it was she who the assailant was after. I.. I was so shamed by what had happened. I pushed her away as she tried to console me.. and in doing so I pushed her out of my life. I can't blame her for what she did. There were so many things agaist her and after what happened and my coldness to her. She left the realms... and part of me died. after then I wandered much seeking a way to heal myself and I came across one. I had heard once of the story of the Phoenix, it had tremendous healing abilites. A living holy symbol of rebirth, I followes many leads in my attept to discover the whereabouts of one.. Searched high in low, in librabries and in forgotten texts. Anything that had a clue to lead me to one. One day a man at the church told me of a friend of his that lived on Graez, and that he had allegedly seen a great flaming bird soar across the skies there. Without hesitation I left for the isle and searched high and low. It was on the highets peak that I came across the most extraodinary creature. A small pixie, it had curled toes on its shoes and little wings. I hesitantly asked it about the bird and if it had seen it. It had, and after a lengthly discussion about ducks and all manner of things we sent out and tried to find the bird. What we came across was a nest. It was a difficult climb to the nest, and after a time and many slips and falls, I came upon it. While I was searching it for more clues, my pixie friend flew up to join me. Slowly it began to change a warm gold light emitted from her and revealed itself to be the avatar of my lord Lathander. He conoled me about my loss, and all my pain, he understood and he forgave me and he gave me new life. My body wich was scarred and mangled was reborn in a brillant flash of light seen across the world. He left me there with a kiss on the head, where he touched me my hair turned a golden shade. I returned to my friends at one and whole, my pains eased.
After then I had many adventures, I traveled to The Demongate Tower where the darkest evil dwells and returned victorious. I travelled the caves where the Demon lord had enslaved the ogres. Even battled the brain eating Illithids beneath Laerad and defeated thier lich lord. Even to the Nine Hells to rescue my friend Zeal from his captors there. e e (Author's note: Sorry about the random letter e's there I -was- attepting to figiure out the expanded editor, but as I don't want to risk everything... I'm saying screw it and I hoipe you don't mind the misspellings and other errors. Thanks for your time =^^=)
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Recent events
I found myself constantly leaving this land, for I felt out of place here as many of my friends had either left, dissappearded, or died. I went on an adventure with the noble paladin Sir Bernhart and my friend Raimus. We had decided to seek out the master of a monestary dedicated to the dead god Ibrandul. We discovered how to enter the secret lair of his and was preparing to fight the old master that guarded the passage. In the ensuing fight a horrible accident happened, as the old master fell he reaced out and placed upon me the mask of Ibrandul. it contained the dead god's last essence and saught to be reborn and to destroy Shar. It was also a beacon of sorts, it drew out the follows of Ibrandul to attack and attept to reclaim the mask. And all the while I felt I was threatening thsoe around me.. for I never knew when they would appear to attck. I isolated myself and saught only to improve my skills as a swordsman. And everwhere I went I was hpounded by the servants seeking the mask. At night I felt it's presence in my mind working away at me. I gave in, it was too strong and for a time I sought to bring Ibrandul back. With the help of Zeal and Raimus though I was able to freemyself of the terrible curse.
I wandered away from some time and have only recently returned to these lands. What I found in myself is at once terrible and appealing. I now know my role, I always thought that I was a step of rebirth, I was wrong, through my skills as a swordsman I am not an agent of rebirth, but of Death, I feel drawn to Kelemvor and seek now only to bring the good death to those that need it, while endlessly seeking a way to perfect my swordsmanship. Mine is not going to be a happy ending I know this, and try as my friends might, this is what I was meant for. I misuderstood where I thought I stood along Lathander, and I feel he belives this as well. I will always love him and will always serve the light, but I am meant for elsewhere. Mayhaps my story will continue.
I wandered for a time like this, lost between what I knew and what I was. When I began to dream. I dreamt of a suit of armor, so perfect, so flawless it had to be divinely inspired. And indeed it was in those times when I had lost myself I came to know parts of myself better and so fortified with knowledge I devoted myself to Oghma.
In my dreams he sent visions of this armor thatw as to be my masterpiece, and so I sought out help from Oghma's temple. Within it I heard word of another that had undertaken a quest such as mine. A dwarf, his name was Oeni. He was a great weaponsmith and the Binder had blessed him with a life quest as well. I stumbled upon him in the Crown and Castle, an inn in Tabor. We spoke at great length about what I had been dreaming. He told me that it was rare to recieve a quest such as this, and even rarer that a human should recieve one. He warned me of what tolls the quest would take of me, my love of the craft would be all but snuffed out. For in creating perfection what other goal could there be in my Art? I wieghed this out carefully in my mind. And decided that I could not refuse such a task. My visions led us first to the planes of Fire where I discovered the Hammer of Moradin being hoarded by the great demons that guard that plane. Next we were led to the Anvil of Doom that lay sleeping deep within the confines of where the Derro now dwell guarded by a great beast of pure Lava. The ancient runes that were needed for the armor were held by an ancient Lich that dwelled on the isle of Laerad. And lastly a suitable material was needed to forge the armor. Pure star fallen Mithril from the heaven crashed deep onto the isle of Attaya. I recovered that and set to my work. What felt like minutes to the bystanders were years that flowed past me as I worked on my Masterpiece. Ten years passed in less than an hours time, the work so consumed what it needed from me and it was done. My Ura... my masterpiece, I tell you now with absolute certantity no greater armor has ever been forged here and I tell you now that it is lost. Stolen by some force which I will not know.
Since that time I have buised myself with all manner of things large and small. I seek to return to the person I once was. For I know a part of me has grown cold to the suffering of the world and I seek to bring the light that was once within me back. Nothing is harder, but I will not give up.