Connavar was born in 1256, the son of one of the last remaining Saints of Orde, Var son of Herin, more commonly known as Varraher the Bloody for his pure red hair and great skill in combat. However, when Connavar was born his father was no longer amongst the living, for he had died five months before, killed by the Avonian traitors who had split up Greater Orde and put an end to its glorious existence. His mother moved around often, never staying in one place for too long in fear of being discovered as the wife of a Saint of Orde, and a Saint herself, though this was never made official as the Order of of the Saints of Orde had been destroyed before she could be elevated, and given the title of Saint. She instilled in her one son however, all the morals and ethics of the Order, bringing him up as a Saint. At eighteen, his mother gifted him with his fathers Amulet, which has the emblem of the Order on it, and with the Falcon Sword, the last remaining relic of the Order, one she had managed to salvage before the Order base had been overrun by the soldiers of Avon.
Connavar stayed with his until the age of twenty two, which was when his mother died. Making a small grave for her and marking it with a large boulder, he went on a journey of discovery. Within two years he had walked all the way through Avon and made his way back to his mothers grave, two bitter years had they been, and in them he'd learnt the ways of men and the meaning of all that his mother had taught him, why he had had to learn to wield the sword, to learn strategy and most importantly, to learn about God, for this world was indeed a Godless place. As he stood before his mothers grave, a million questions in his heart, he felt doubt creep into his heart, and his faith - for the very first time - begin to weaken, for who would answer his many questions?
He set out once more, this time searching for a person to teach him. He found no one, but what he did find was an old abandoned building, a temple of some kind, after searching it, he found a huge room and in it were shelves upon shelves of books and tomes, and in the very centre was the unmistakable emblem of the Order of the Saints of Orde.
He spent many months in this library, leaving only to get food and drink, and he learnt much to strengthen his face and widen his outlooks on life. By the age of twenty five, he saw himself wise and learned enough in the ways of the Order to set out into the world once more. He has since then returned to the library many times to move the books to a safer location known only to him, and has managed in his last five years to move them all. Not only that, but he has also made quite the name for himself as a defender of the weak and downtrodden, his very name a symbol of hope and blessing to the Bottom and the Underground. The Middle see him as nothing but an upstart playing at being a hero, in fact, he is wanted by them for attacking various caravans and trade wagons and looting them to distribute money amongst the lower parts of the hierarchy. To the Peak, he is merely a name which rings a bell, talked about much by the unimportant, not in anyway a threat to them.
Originally Posted by Kho
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