Location: Negotia is located in the southern most plains and spans a large portion of the southern coast. The heart of Negotia is Castle Mercator, where the Royal Mercator family has ruled over it's holdings for almost two hundred years. Castle Mercator is situated just a few miles north of the southern-most tip of the coast, where the old capital once stood. The previous capital, also ruled by the Mercator Royal Family, was razed two hundred years ago and has since been built over as part of the new capital city of Mercator. It's many port cities line the coast and also span a modest region of the plains north of the coast.

Society:

• Royal Family According to the Royal Archives the Mercator Royal House is as old as the kingdom itself, although records only date back a thousand years or so. Most common peoples never set eyes on the King himself more than a few times a year but the Queen is well known publicly and is considered the bridge between Nobility and the Common Folk. King Oren Mercator III (age 36) is known by his court and the rest of the nobility to be studious, intelligent, fair-minded, and well versed in the art of negotiation and trade. To the Common Folk, King Oren is considered to be just and fair with taxes despite the complex restrictions on trade in the Kingdom.
  
  Queen Sorena Mercator I (age 30) is often referred to as 'the voice of the King' since she is most commonly the one making speeches and declarations to the public. Although Queens traditionally don't have any responsibilities beyond birthing children and tending to the King's mental health Queen Senora has made it her mission to deepen relations between Nobility and the Common Folk. The rest of the Royal Family consists of Lord-Commander Qwen Mercator (age 32, younger brother to King Oren and Commander of the Royal Army), Prince Garth Mercator (Age 18, Heir to the throne), Princess Senora Mercator II (age 16), Princess Lamia Mercator (age 15, twin), and Princess Doria (age 15, twin)
• Noble Houses Of the many Noble Houses the most notable ones are the House of Dakor, the House of Karakum, the House of Lomadia, the House of Littlewood, and the House of Honeydew.
  
  • The House of Dakor: Ingmar Dakor II is the head of this house and minister of finance. Their family is well known as merchants.
  • The House of Karakum: Kublai Karakum I is head of this house and minister of foreign affairs. Their family is well known as diplomats.
  • The House of Lomadia: Hansen Lomadia IV is head of this house and chief advisor to the King. Their family is well known for their judges and scribes of law.
  • The house of Littlewood: Martin Littlewood III is head of this house and Lord-Commander of the Royal navy. Their family is well known for producing some of the best sailors in the Kingdom.
  • The house of Honeydew: Simon Honeydew I is head of this house and minister of domestic affairs. Their family is mostly known for producing exceptional smiths and jewlers.
• The Common Folk Commoners are, of course, the largest part of the population and mostly respect the Nobility. Laws in Negotia support the freedom of citizens to work and live how they see fit as well as providing immigrants equal rights so long as they register through proper channels. In fact, Negotia encourages the intermingling of different cultures and customs which has led to it's people becoming diverse and accepting of new ideas. As such most Negotians are considered to be friendly and hospitable to outsiders.
• Internal Society Negotia is considered a hub for trade and therefore comes into contact with many different cultures but the customs of it's native people are held with pride. In Negotian culture it is considered dishonorable to hinder others based on their beliefs and certain laws forbid businesses from discriminating against other cultures. Trade supports the majority of the Kingdoms finace and so it is heavily regulated to resist against greed and exploitation. The Kingdom's reliance on trade has led to Merchants becoming a pseudo-middle class, not quite nobility but more influential than the common craftsman or farmer. Despite this, Merchants do not possess any rights above that of a common citizen. Being on the coast has led to a lot of trade being done via merchantile ships as it is generally safer and more efficient to transport goods, not to mention much less of a logistical hassle.
• External Society Generally Negotia is seen as a peaceful trading Kingdom with many goods ranging from medicinal herbs which only grow in warmer climates, to fish,many hand crafted clothings, and armour. The Kingdom of Negotia strives for good relations with all it's neighbors, regarding diplomacy and merchantilism as highly valuable skills. It's Navy is one of the largest, if not the largest in the known world, although mostly consisting of merchant ships and escorts. Many people migrate from other Kingdoms in order to work and live here mostly because of the flexibility of it's laws and equal representation of citizens among the common people.

Unique Notes:
The Guild of Commerce is an orginization for the protection and regulation of privately owned trade companies. No merchant operates without formal written consent from the Guild of Commerce. The Guild is technically a branch of the Ministry of Finance, although in practice is as much an activist group as it is a trade authority and works closely with the Ministry to keep their regulations as fair as possible.

Although the Guild of Commerce is widely respected for it's fairness there are still those who refuse to abide by the law of the land. Smuggling is a serious offense as well as piracy and conducting unsanctioned trade between businesses. The death penalty is rarely issued for anything other than treason but smugglers and pirates are easily given sentences of five years or more.

Other: I'm sure I'll add things here later. :P

Name: Ybella

Location: The Ybella desert - An island south of the main land

Society:
-Commoners

Commoners are left to the woes and trials of capitalism. The poor will get poorer and the rich will get richer. Many commoners must take up multiple jobs or participate in criminal activity to feed themselves and their children. Prostitution is not a rare thing among them, but thieves are even more common

-Nobles

Nobles are treated fairly and well. They have enough money to both feed themselves and be comfortable, but they can easily be found in the crowds of commoners at the local markets and in brothels

-Royal Family

The royal family of Adriett has not left the palace walls since they took over 150 years ago by force. They do not deal with petty commoner affairs; they only deal with major city and foreign affairs issues

-Outsiders

Outsiders are not treated well unless they are some form of nobility. Both the people and the government are very wary of immigrants because they have been so isolated for so long. Many people who visit often do not understand the customs of the land, so they react harshly to it, causing the people to hate all outsiders.

Unique Notes:

-Gangs

Because the monarchs never deal with intercity criminal affairs against common folk, there are many leaders running organized crime within the kingdom walls. They smuggle in banned goods and send small children to steal and pick pocket in exchange for food and a place to sleep, Some even dabble in prostitution and assassinations of nobles

-Army

Ybella has a small but powerful army, and they secretly rent out some special soldiers to other kingdoms. They will strike only when threatened, so most of the time, they are within the walls, guarding Munital, the monarch's palace

Other:

-The Royal Family of Adriett's Timeline

The royal family of Adriett was first a noble family, but after aligning with a few highly organized gangs and assassins, they threw the current government and set up their own, instating themselves as the reigning monarchs. Ever since then, they have been controlling Ybella.

Land of Zlore

Location:
Zlore is situated in the northern foothills, it stretches throughout the region. This Nation is quite young only spanning hundreds years of age, as compared to the other nations of old, but has been fairly bustling. The land has been targeted by many greedy Nobles who sought to rule it for themselves, but the Land has stood firm and stoic. The main hub is naturally, the trading centre which is the located at the heart of Zlore. Houses, Blacksmiths, Shops and the like are situated near the center for easier trade.

Society:
Royal Family
The land itself was founded the family of Fallenrun, they have pioneered the exploration of the Northern foothills and after a time, had finally been able to settle and build a Kingdom. The Royal Family of Fallenrun has the say in the finality of decisions- what they say goes, though the Family has been called by many inhabitants as fair and impartial. The King, Patrix Fallenrun IV is well known throughout the land for his wisdom. His nature, though, is not one you would expect from a king, cracking quips and jests whenever he deems it necessary, though he is serious when the situation calls for it.

House of Nobles
To be promoted to Noble status, the house has to have provided to the Land of Zlore and it's kingdom, only the Royal Family has the right to promote commoners to the rank of Nobles.
There are only three Houses that have been recognized and uplifted to the rank of Nobility by the Family of Fallenrun, these Noble houses have all pushed Zlore's growth and has provided for it's Kingdom.

~ House of Ley'gard
The Ley'gard family has provided military and soldiers to aide the Family of Fallenrun during its past tribulations that was mainly produced by war during the early beginning.
The head is Ned Ley'gard, it is in-charge of the military defense of the country. Known for producing the finest archers throughout it's region. They provided the bulk of the archer militia during the unwritten era. The house has around only for 1/3rd of the Kingdom's age.

~ House of Wintermaw
The Wintermaw family has been a close second to the Ley'gard family, coming into fruition only a few years after the Ley'gard family was uplifted to the ranks of Nobility, having a friendly rivalry and standing long time friends of the Ley'gard family. During the unwritten era of war, they kept the country running and afloat through smart practices and trade with other countries. The head is Geome Wintermaw. of of the most known trader in the land. Known for the shrewd and astute traders.

~ House of Dawnshard
Not many people know how the Dawnshard family became nobility, as this house is as old as Zlore itself. The head of the family is Saursong Hammercrusher, and is one of the most fiercest warrior, despite his age. The Dawnshard family provided the bulk of militia during the unwritten era and had the most battle hardened soldiers, hearsay talk about how the war would have been lost had it not been for the Family of Dawnshard. They typically don't like fraternizing, especially with the Ley'gard, as they believe a bow is a cowards weapon.

Common Folk
As with most, if not all, kingdoms are made up of the Common Folk. The Family of Fallenrun belives in fairness and equality, though strongly urges people to be independant as they don't help people who don't help themselves. The Common folk generally look up to the Noble Houses and the Royal Family as their treatment has been fair, though there are quite a few who dislike them as much. The country itself is Capitalistic, but the Fallenrun family do try to help the people who deserved to be helped.

Adventurers
The Royal Family welcomes Adventurers to Zlore with warmth, though they are intolerable if said adventurers cause a problem and a ruckus in their lands. There are a set of rules made by the family of Fallenrun designed for Adventurers. These rules include fair treatment of Adventurers. Many people dislike Adventurers for their unpredictable and explosive nature, but has been changing recently as even the ones who despise Adventurers see them as 'necessary evil'.

Unique Notes:
Zlore houses a Guild of 'Rangers', hearsay talk about how it was founded by Ley'gard and knowledge of it are only told to select few. Rumors also talk about how the Guild is mingled with the military force, that it is inchrage of catching and putting down dangerous criminals that have happened their way into Zlore. Many people try to deny the guild authenticity but a few are beginning to suspect something in the country.

Other:
Relationships with other Kingdoms.
Kingdom of Negotia: [Wip]

The Kingdom of Alpian

Location: Alpian is located in the northern segment of the Western Woods, in a small, heavily forested area. It consists of several dozen woodland villages scattered around an area of roughly 5,000 square miles (for reference, it's a little smaller than Connecticut). The territory is divided into four segments, and where the segments meet is the City of Alpian, a mighty white-walled place and the only real center of commerce in the city. The broad River Merrid runs through the southern portion of the kingdom.

Society:
Alpian is ruled by the Dowling family, as it had been for generations. Traditionally, the rulers of the realm are generous, kind souls who make up in compassion what they tend to lack in wisdom and savvy. The King and Queen view all the people of their small realm as their children, and exercise what wealth and power they have in making the lives of their citizens comfortable and safe. As a result, they are beloved by nearly the entirely population of the realm, who often take any criticism of their Royal Family by outsiders with barely-restrained hostility.

At the moment, the Kingdom is ruled by Gideon and Abigail Dowling, young newlyweds who look to be continuing the grand tradition of their outsiders in their blind pursuit of good for their people.

The Kingdom is divided into four segments, and each is granted to a Noble House to govern. Long ago, these families were chosen from among he peoples of the realm for their virtue, and their adherence to the morals of their king has not waned since then. They are:
House Strathon: The house of grim woodsmen, who watches over the northern portion of the kingdom.
House Treia: The house of peaceful farmers and deep thinkers, who watches over the western portion of the kingdom.
House Fletran: The house of friendly traders, who watches over the eastern portion of the kingdom.
House Merrid: The house of fishermen and sailors, who watches over the southern portion of the kingdom.

The people of the kingdom love their leaders and their country well. On the whole they live peaceful village lives, rarely straying too far from the place of their birth and taking up the trades of their ancestors. They bear a great respect for the woods and for each other, and so Gaia and Wyrim are the deities most often honored within Alpian's borders.

The kingdom is far from a powerhouse: owing to its isolationist tendencies and habit of spending funds on the public good, trade is limited and military strength is lacking. On the whole, the people of the kingdom are content to live simple lives, though this does leave them woefully unprepared in times of crisis.

The student of history may wonder why the kingdom of Alpian has endured so long, given that they appear to have neither the skill, funds, or stomach to defend themselves from invasion. The likely reason is twofold - first, they have barely anything worth having, given as they consist of a few dozen small forest villages and one large city in the center of the territory, with little in the way of natural bounty. The second reason is a superstition - it is a belief held by many that the woods around Alpian are enchanted, and the spirits of the forest love the land dearly. This is almost certainly untrue, but it's likely that a few prospective conquerors have been turned off from the meager land by the threat of an attack by fairies and goblins.

Unique Notes: The Kingdom of Alpian is notable in one respect - the king's court of knights known as the Alpian Brotherhood. This select band of warriors is said to consist of only the finest warriors in the land (admittedly, not a contested position), and are devout in their service of chivalry, justice, and the people of their nation. Legend holds that it is the Brotherhood's task to watch the rulers of the land closely, and remove them if they show signs of corruption - such intervention, however, had not been necessary for some time now. Rather uniquely, Alpian holds no requirement for noble birth in order to gain a knighthood: any man may be knighted, if he proves his skills and virtues worthy.

Location: Situated in the east between a mountain range and the sea, the topography of Novilis is dominated by rolling foot hills and a huge, dense forests, broken up only by the occasional town. It is a beautiful country, but its climate can be a bit hectic, getting a perfect temperate climate from spring to fall, but a cold, dark, and bitter winter when fall ends.

Society:

-Commoners: Commoners are treated fairly well all things considered. They are free to move about the country at their own will and leisure, but generally stay near or around where they are born. This is because they lease the land from the noble, who controls the land, and this lease is generally passed down through the generations. But there are a caste of wanderers that roam the great forest, often talking with the druids and charting the secret places of the forest.

-Nobles/Knights: The Noble class of Novilis shares it's standing with the Knight caste, the only true diffrence being where Nobles are generally in charge of large cities or tracks of land, the Knights main holdings are limited to that of one of the huge stone fortresses that dot the landscape and the town under its sphere of influence.

-The Hegemon's Line: Stemming from Lisha The Unifier, the first Hegemon. The Line of Lisha has ruled the three lands of the Hegemony for hundreds of years, and is well respected by their citizens. The Current Hegemon is Hegemon Visarius the Bold. They rule from the central palace in Ajencour, the capitol city of the Hegemony and its strongest fortress.

-Adventurers: Adventures are warmly welcomed and are often treated will within the common folk, being given room and board in exchange for stories of far off lands. There is even rumors of some nobles sneaking into taverns if a particularly well versed Adventurer weaving stories. Outsiders of different connotations (merchants, bards, and their like) are often also well received, especially on the local market day.

Unique Notes:

-The Knight's Trials: To be declared fit to be a knight, any aspirant of the Hegemony must first complete the three trials.
A Knight must know how to fight to protect the land and her peoples. In this trial the aspirants are split up into groups numbering no more than 5, and are pit against various monsters, and even possible human opponents. The fights are almost always to the death, wther of the opponents or of the aspirants.
The mind is a deadly weapon that can never be taken from you. In this trial the aspirant is tested on magic ability, both in combat scenarios and in utility scenarios. These tests are rapid fire and sudden, changing from one to another in an instant in an ever increasing complex web of tasks.
The last trial is preformed in a pair with no help but from you fellow aspirant. Both are put into a windowless dark cell, and are left in the darkness. This is no ordenary cell however as the very stone has been infused with a weave magic that tricks the mind, plays on base fears and unpleasant memories. It is up to the two to support themselves through this, no matter what the cell shows them, to test both their wills and compassion to the suffering of another. If they pass this test the aspirants are led to the catacombs of the Knights, where before there newly carved tombs they are welcomed into the Knighthood.

The Druids: The great forest the Hegemony is old, very old, and seems to have a will all of its own. If you clear a patch of trees, it will soon be swallowed once more by the forest, seemingly faster than your normal forest. But liveing in the deep woods, or on the outskirts of town are the Druids, individuals who have dedicated their life to the forest and its relationship with humans. They are in essence weave mages and alchemists who have formed a relationship with the living world. It is they who "convince" the forest to allow the construction of roads and settlements, as well as turning it on attackers.

Other: Life in the Hegemony is simple, and it's people like it that way. As such they tend to leave the other kingdoms alone and focus inwards on their own serenity. This dose not mean they are not alert to the goings on of the other lands, it just means they are much less likely to interfere in their affairs, unless they feel the need to.

The simple serene life also hides the fact that the Hegemony's history is soaked with blood. The most promonant example being the Unification war, which was fought between the three nations that would become the Hegemony. Scars from this conflict are still felt today, in the form a huge clearings where nothing grows and all liveing thing fear to tread. The locals call these old, dead battlefields "Wraith-fields"

Name: Stalwarts of Analil
Location: Mountains
Society: A monastery turned military fort and maximum security prison, the Stalwarts of Analil embody the goddess' sense of justice and penance. While originally, the church had been a simple abbey that had burned down under mysterious circumstances, it has since been converted into a formidable defensive town. Known as the Fortchurch Prison, The Stalwarts emphasize a strategy of flawless defense. A siege would be difficult and long on this position, with deep tunnels and catacombs holding massive storages of food, water, medical supplies, and weapons. Within these tunnels as well lie the jail cells of criminals who scorned Analil's forgiveness and offer of repentance. When a criminal stands for crimes too heinous to disallow punishment, or the limits of the kingdoms' laws prevent their capture, the Stalwarts are called in to bring them to justice. These souls are taken to the Fortchurch, where they stand trial before the Justiciars of Analil. Those who claim repentance are given the chance, confined to the fort for years until their oath is proven genuine, after which they are drafted into the Stalwarts and trained as warriors. Those who are found lacking, untrue, or retaining their villainy are executed or confined eternally below the earth. Life as a Stalwart is more favorable than death to many though, and some criminals, rather than rot in a cell, will volunteer to serve the Fortchurch.
Unique Notes: The Stalwarts of Analil hold no loyalty to any particular kingdom, but offer their services as jailers and judges to all freely. They are known for being an impartial third party. The current head of the Stalwarts is Matron Fiona De'Gaspard, a rather young, but intelligent woman who believes anyone can be redeemed.
Other: The Stalwart warriors are known for heavy shield tactics that use tight phalanxes of warriors. Their style focuses on a crushing advance that deflects attacks while pushing the enemy back, making them incredibly effective in the tight valleys and narrow roads of the mountains.

Mylisant was born into a wealthy family, her father a famous blacksmith in Ybella. Yet, even though Mylisant could have everything she could have desired, she did not have her father's love. Her father was always working, always wasting his time on perfecting the craft of both blacksmithing and sword fighting, never even taking time to actually speak with his only child. Mylisant had no mother; she was a spirit haunting her father. Mylisant was a lonely child, and she observed the other happy children often.

She noticed how when the children wanted attention, they would throw fits until their parents would finally tend to them. Mylisant didn't want to trouble her father with such bratty tempers as the other children had, so she started snatching fruit from the fruit stands in the local market, purposefully trying to get caught. When she was first accused, she begged the merchant to speak with her father and somehow draw him into the situation. She caught her father's attention for a brief few moments, but then he disappeared back into his shop to return to work.

Mylisant started doing much worse than stealing from fruit stands. She pick pocketed noblemen who were out and about, vandalized property, and she almost joined a gang at one point. Her father finally noticed and decided to cut out time to be in his daughter's company, yet he was still unloving. Still, Mylisant was grateful. He taught her minimal sword skills before disappearing back into his abyss.

Mylisant returned to her scandals, vying even harder to grab her father's attention.

She started to harass the guards of King Aldus's palace, the beautiful Munital, named after the god of the Earth in his honor.

The guards did their best to ignore her, but when she started to disrespect their honor, they finally broke and took her to the dungeons.

When King Aldus learned that a young girl was rotting in the cells bellow Munital, he sent his oldest daughter, Aezilia, to try to turn the girl away from her mischievous ways, for the law did not permit him to punish women, nor hold them accountable for their actions.

Aezilia urged Mylisant to keep her head down, to survive Ybella, for she did not want to see yet another young girl put down.

Mylisant purposefully got arrested to see Aezilia. She never knew if Aezilia would be there, but she always would. They fell in love, which was the worst of luck for them. Ybella was not only against the freedom of women, but the freedom of marriage choice within the royal family. The whole time, Aezilia and Mylisant thought they were safe within the dungeon to talk, but the guards were always lurking. They suspected that the two had formed a pact to run away together.

After being arrested for the 67th time, Aezilia was not there to great her. After Mylisant was released, she tried again. And again. And again. And again.

Mylisant waited. She waited four months. Nothing. No news coming out of the palace other than royal decrees. No marriages. No deaths. No births. Nothing about the royal family personally.

One night, she could take it no longer. She snuck into Munital and rushed to her lover's bed chamber, only to find it empty. She wandered around the palace like a ghost, calling out for Aezilia with no regard of who heard her. Munital seemed empty. Only her cries filled the void.

After what seemed like hours of gliding around the palace, she stumbled upon a room that gazed into the courtyard. A wedding was being held. The bride walked slowly up the aisle, as if trying to delay the inevitable. Her veil was crimson, a symbol that practically meant it was a death marked marriage. The veil might as well have been soaked in the bride's blood. When the bride arrived to stand by her future husband's side, the groom lifted the veil from the bride's face to reveal a crying Aezilia.

Mylisant was filled with fury and depression as she watched her lover's face crumble when she mouthed the words "I do." In her grief, she slipped into the king's treasury and stole some of the crown's jewels and Aezilia's chastity necklace before setting fire to all of the royal bed chambers.

She fled into the desert, carrying only the crowned jewels and her father's finest sword, with no ambition for her own survival.

The desert drove her mad; the sand grew eyes and whispered to her.

"I know all things," It would seethe. "Yumar tells me there is a new queen in Ybella. King Aldus is dead. Mysteriously past away in his sleep..."

Her hallucinations and dreams taunted her on end. Aezilia was alive. She was the new queen of Ybella. During her time of need, Fate took pity on her and blessed her with Deep Magic and guided her to a group of bandits/gypsies nearby.

She followed the group of bandits to their hideout, and they accepted her into their gang. They taught her how to survive the harshness of the desert, but to always listen to the winds and the sands. The bandits worshipped both Yumar and Silv, so they taught her how to properly pray and give offerings.

Mari was born in a small village in the north not too far from the mountains. Her parents were neither warriors or fighters, just simple villagers in an out of the way village that tried it’s best to just exist and survive. The village assists the nearby "Monastery of the Gods." Part of the exchange is food for brew, something the village trades and, of course, drinks for themselves.

Mari herself assisted where she could around the house and property and farming. From time to time, a few of the monks and nuns would come down to the village to trade goods, philosophy and even entertain the village with shows of their skills. Mari was intrigued and asked what they did exactly. The nun she asked replied, "What we do is simple, yet it is somewhat difficult to explain. We hone our bodies to, in turn, hone our spirits. With our honed spirits, we can further devote our souls to our gods. I am a close follower of Yumar, and my fellow monks here follow others." A smile accompanied her explanation, "Some are merely there to assist their deities. Others find concern to help other people. Perhaps you would be interested in joining us?"

Mari declined at the time, unsure if she could just leave her family behind nor did she really understand god worship. Her family supported the idea should she decide to do so. She mulled it over until she was fourteen. When the monks returned after that time she decided to join them. At first, she wasn't sure about the different deities, but quickly grew to appreciate Yumar and Wyrim.

One day, a few years after she joined, her and the acolyte trainees were sent on a training mission, to better be use to the cold snowy area as well as train their senses. With none of the higher ranked monks with them, they had to use their wits and speed to help them if something dangerous happened. The group was fine, until something unimaginable happened, an Ogre attacked. An odd Ogre out in the middle of the mountains. Their camp was located in the mouth of a cave, one big enough for an ogre to enter without worrying about being limited in its movement.

Mari was worried about her fellow trainees. In a bid for time, she diverted its attention moving a little further in the cave, long enough to let her friends to escape. No doubt, they would escape back to the Monastery, that wasn't an option for her though. She couldn't lead it back home. There was no way to easily escape this monstrosity, so she had to run. Finding a chance between it's strikes, Mari dove through it's legs and started to run. It followed her across the frozen mountain, angry she was still on its territory. After a while, tired from running so much, she slipped on the ice into a wall. The ogre caught up, bloodlust in its eye, and prepared a strike. In fear, she could only hold her arms up to protect herself. A vein effort in hindsight, but somehow it worked.

Her arms felt. . . Weird. As if they were tingling from laying on her arms all night, but it dissipated quickly as it came. Her back also felt like they were pressed against the wall even more than before. Then she looked up at a surprised looking Ogre. Now she felt invigorated and, somehow, felt she could actually fight the creature. Taking the chance while the ogre was off guard, she struck. The beast was knocked back slightly, mostly due to the snow, slightly to her physical prowess. It came back to it's senses and struck back slamming into the wall. Running again, Mari formulated a plan. It was a mountain, couldn't she just knock it down and let the fall do the job for her?

Luring it to a cliff-like area, she let it strike at her and dodged it. While it recovered from its massive swing, she delivered as massive a blow as she could to make it go over the edge. Unprepared the thing let out a cry as it feel to its doom many, many feet below. Exausted and feeling like she was put through some kind of outrageous crucible, she had plenty of time to think on her way home. Had she received a bless from fate himself? What exactly did "Fate" have in store for her? Did he merely take pity on her? Or did he have have a plan for the future that Mari did not know?

Returning home, she told her story of how she disposed of the ogre and survived a blow that would have utterly decimated any of her fellow acolytes. Praised by all at the Monastery, she was instantly granted the rank of "Master" for her protection of the others from an Ogre.

Over the next couple of years, she continued her martial training and discovered what exactly it was she gained on that mountains the few years back. Finally, she decided she needed to see the world and left the Monastery on a seven year journey before she returned older, stronger and most of all, wiser. She gathered a reputation as the "Woman with the Bamboo Hat" as well.

Name: Aiden Cross, Goes by Aoss Cien at the moment in order to avoid being recognized
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Role in Society: Commoner
Occupation: Wandering Mage

Legend:
The Legend of the Wyrmslayer
He is known across the land as the 'Wyrmslayer', for his deed of killing the mighty Ice Dragon of the Northern Kingdoms, a scourge that had been kidnapping young children throughout the land. One day, the foul creature decided to kidnapp the sister of a young farm boy, who immediately got on the nearest horse and road of after the mighty beast. He rode on for days, through the foothills, up the steep slopes of the mountains, and through the frigid, blizzarding wastes near the peaks, never faltering as he approached the wyrm's lair. The beast was waiting for him, it's shining hide glittering like diamonds in the harsh sunlight as it approached, radiating such an intense aura of freezing cold that it set the boys teeth a chattering with only a glare. And if that wasn't enough to frighten him, the cave was littered with the remains of the dragon's previous challengers, all knights and mages of greater skill and power than a mere farm boy. And yet, even in the face of this adversity, the boy refused to give up, adamant to see his sister safely returned. With a mighty roar, he charged the dragon. And then began his true trial, for the dragon didn't find him a threat in the slightest, and simply bat him away with tail, again and again, sending him soaring into the wall.

With each slam he suffered greater and greater wounds, yet he kept on getting up, through sheer force of will he pressed on. And in time, his efforts were rewarded, and his cleverness tested. It was clwar very soon in the encounter that the beast was much stronger than he ever could be, so the boy used that against the beast strength against it, having it slam him into certain spots in the cave that would loosen the huge icicles above, until finally, on the 15th strike, a hail of icicles fell upon them both. The boy barely avoided being impaled, but the dragon wasn't so lucky. It survived the icy projectiles, but found it's wings and limbs effectively pinned. He summoned all of the strength he had left to bring his battered body over to the head of the beast, staring it in the eyes, before he raised up an icicle from the ground and stabbed it into the beast's eye, effectively purging the scourge of the land from this plane of existance. It is said that the beast corpse burst into IcenFire and swelled into him as a reward for his trual by the gods above, to wield the dragon's breath against his enemies.

However, this legend doesn't end happily. The sister he had come to save had already been devoured long before he reached the cavem the only thung remainung of her beung the iced over bones of her corpse. This left Aiddn a broken soul, and after the knights sent uo to slay the dragon found him and returned him to civilization, he vanished, no one hearing anymore tales of him, but this only served to further his story, leaving the world to speculate and wonder what became of the boy who slayed a dragon.

Appearence Picture:
Appearence:

Personality: Aiden is a calm, yet sociable guy who enjoys the simpler things in life. He's modest to the point where he always sells himself short, never really feeling like he does enough to earn any form of praise. He can also be a bit depressive at times, often lost in thought about how his life usec to be . . . and how much he wished it coukd be that way again. Aiden lives for others, always willing to lend a hand to those in need, especially the common folk, and never asks for as much as a copper for his deeds.

Skills:
Foraging(Journeyman): A skill that he learned during his time on the road, he knows the best places to find nature's bounty, able to live of the land and find ingredients for basic potions and what not.

Hunting(Apprentice): This translate into him being average at tracking most animals, a skill one has to learn when traveling so that they don't go hungry more often than not.

Weave Magic(Expert): Having learned magic first from his father, then through his own study in his travels, Aiden has become a highly skilled user of Weave Magic. He's also very knowledgeable on the subject, able to answer most people's questions about it. His magical stamina has grown to very large through his constant use of it, making it so that he can cast a fair number of spells without tiring to greatly.

Weapon's Mastery(Apprentice): Due to his ability, Aiden is able to become decently skilled with any weapon he comes across within a few days to about a week. This gives him a large arsenal to choose from, but he's found that their are a few weapons that he prefers over others, which will be listed separately from this as they surpass the Apprentice skill level.

Polearm Maestery(Expert): Aiden is very much skilled in using melee weapons that have a fair bit of range to them, his favorite being the Nagianta, though he's also more than capable with spears, tridents, lances, etc.

Dual Shortsword Mastery(Journeyman):For those moments when the enemies are too fast to deal with using his weapon of choice, his use of two short swords makes for a solid defense and an even better attack. While no master of blades, he's still better than the common man, able to lash out with a quick barrage of slashes to deal with most foes.

Throwing Knife Mastery(Journeyman): A skill he picked up quicker than usual, his ability to analyze quickly and without fail makes it so that any enemy that he aims at with one of his numerous throwing blades is definitely going to feel some pain. He aims for weak points, but he isn't yet skilled enough so that he always hit's his mark right where he wants to, only that he always hits his mark.

Endurance(Master): An odd trait for a mage of any caliber to excel at, Aiden has incredible staying power and durability, able to take a beating and keep on kicking long after most people would give into the pain.

Intelligence/Cunning(Master): Aiden is a very smart individual, and it shows through his ability to quickly analyze most situations, in the hopes of turning any information he gathers to his favor. This makes it so that it an be rather hard to hide secrets from him at times when his suspicions are raised.

Riding(Journeyman): As a wandering mage, he has found that it's a lot better to ride to places rather than walk, easier on the feet and whatnot. While he wouldn't make the claim that he's the best rider alive, he's pretty good and is able to fight from the back of any mount with the use of his favored weapon, the Naginata.

Combat Flaws:
As a mage, Aiden excels at fighting his enemies at mid-range, and decent enough when facing them at close range. When up against enemies that are able to keep their distance, like archers, he doesn't have much in his arsenal for dealing with them. Mix this in with his inability to dodge pretty much anything unless it moves at the speed of sandwich, and it makes it so that when in a battle against archers, Aiden is not the one that you'd call for to back you up. He can shoot a few bolts of fire and lightning at them, but his aim very much suffers at long distances due to the fact that he has a moderate case of near-sighted ness, hence why he never partakes in use of a bow despite the fact that he could easily become capable of using one.

Personality Flaws:
Aiden's main personality problems are a lack of self-worth and his willingness to put help others, even when it severe unwise for him to do so. He sees himself as less than nothing, and yet tries to prove himself to himself by living for others instead of himself, which makes for an unhealthy combination. He also becomes very depressive when ever he's by himself, even to the point of being suicidal at times. He's always focused on things he did wrong and who he couldn't save, instead of what he does right, or the many that he has saved and assisted.

Magic Spells:

Icen Fire: Hardly used due to the association with the legend, it is basically fire that freezes instead of burns, yet can still spread like normal fire. The cold is concentrated, making it good for not only for use directly against people, but weakening armors and weapons by causing a rapid shift in temperature that is likely to shatter the metal.

Basic Elemental Spells: Aiden knows a single attack spell for the elements of Lightning, Fire, Water, Wind, Ice, and Earth. Lightning and Fire come in a bolt form that is best used for long distance(his only spells useful in that regard), Water and Wind come in the forms of blades that he launches at his foes, or uses to defend against an attack while unarmed. These are his most used offensive spells. Ice and Earth are best in Close Range combat, as they are spikes that shoot up from the ground, about 2-3 feet in height. Can also be used to make quick cover when need be.

Moderate Healing: A support spell that heals small wounds instantly, moderate wounds over a period of time and not always completely, and fatal wounds can only be stabilized.

Sense Life: A utility spell that can be used like a sort of radar to sense if any living beings are in your immediate area, and can be used to point one in the direction of a specific target if they are with in 3 miles of the user.

Item Repair: A very useful spell, it allows one to repair an item to near pristine condition, almost as good as new.

Weaken disease: As it states, this spell weakens diseases, and while unable to cure them, it makes them more susceptible to medicines and keeps the worst of the symptoms from effecting the afflicted as long as it is applied on a weekly basis.

Wall of Earth: As one who is bad at dealing with ranged type enemies, this is a spell that is definitely very useful, creating a 4-foot by 4 foot tall wall of rock to take cover in.

Abilities:

Legendary Endurance:
Dragon Hide: Skin becomes as tough as Dragon Scales, making him highly resistant to most forms of damage, his skin being more resilient than that of an ogre. This makes it so that if someone really wants to hurt him, they better but some force into it.

Built for the Cold: Isn't affected by cold weather, magics, or environments.

Legendary Cunning:
Instant Analysis: Can analyze something, be it how to use magic or a weapon, and find the weakness in it.

Quick on the uptake: Is able to quickly learn new things to an acceptable level, but mastery takes time

Empathetic Understanding: This ability allows him to connect with people on a emotional level and more easily see things from their point of view.

Backstory:
Aiden lived in the northern foothills, eking out a living with his father and sister by farming the land. His father had been a former mage of the royal court of Ziore, a position he lost when he fell in love with Aiden's mother, who was a member of the Fallenrun Royal family and bethrothed to another, so Aiden did have some magical training since childhood, mostly utility spells to make his life easier. However, when he was around 16 years old, his family received a visit from the rumored Frost Dragon. In actuality, it was a griffin, but it's feathers were very scale-like in their appearance, which was probably the source of the confusion. That and the fact that it struck without warning from the skies, jetting off into the sky with it's prey before one can even blink.

The Griffin killed Aiden's father before he could utter any spells by slashing his throat with a claw then took his sister, Melody, into the sky, leaving Aiden by himself with his father dying in his arms. For a second, despair gripped his entire being, leaving him cold, and yet . . .deep within him burned a fire, a call for both vengeance and Determination. Getting on the family horse, he rode off in the direction the griffin had fled. He would ride through the foothills with a wild abandon, his first horse dying from exhaustion after awhile and forcing him to steal another one to go the rest of the way to the mountain range where the dragon was rumored to dwell.

Aiden was armed with nothing but his wits as he faced the mountain, a boy of a mere sixteen years of age facing off against the harrowing climb of the mountains. Despite the challenge presented against him, he still pressed on, nearly freezing to death several times as he climbed higher and higher, making prayers to Silv to give him the strength to avenge his father. His greatest assets on the mountain however, was his cleverness, as he took to following bands of wolves to find the remains of their meals to scavenge off of, using the skins of the beast to provide moderate protection from the cold. In total, the climb to the griffin's lair took him ten days to complete and by the end of it, Aiden felt exhausted and on the verge of collapse, and yet he still pushed onward.

This in turn would help him survive his next trial, as the moment he reached the lair, he was faced with the angered form of the griffin, unleashing a mighty shriek as it charged at him. Thankfully, since the lair was a cave, the beast wasn't able to take flight, allowing Aiden to accurately avoid the beast's charge. What filled next was a game of cat and mouse, as the griffin chased after him through the depths of the cavern, slashing at him with his claws. While he suffered some wounds, none were fatal, almost as if the creature wasn't trying to kill him, only scare him off.

This was where the legend bares some truth, as his mind quickly pieced together the flaws in the ice and, with the assistance of a well placed fire spell, brought a large amount of icicles down on the griffin. The beast managed to avoid enough of them so that it wasn't killed, but it was pretty much crippled in it's legs and suffering from punctures in it's wing.

After felling the beast in this way, Aiden prepared to finish it off with a rusty sword that one of the previous challengers to the beast had wielded, the broken blade still sharp enough to deal with a crippled beast. All the anger and rage filled him up as he raised the blade over his head, when a sharp cry stopped him. Looking towards the source of the sound, he saw that another griffin resided in the cave, this one seeming to be weakened by disease, dulling it's plumage and hobbling it's gait. But it's eyes remained bright as they glared at Aiden, and as Aiden stared into the beast's eyes, he saw himself as it saw him. He was an intruder who had come to murder her mate, who had been bringing her food for months from the foothills to feed her in order to keep her healthy, but it wasn't enough, the sickness was slowly eating her away.

Aiden felt his anger and hatred melt away, no longer finding it in him to kill these creatures. The male that he had fought was only trying to take care of his mate, something he couldn't fault him for. In the end, Aiden set to freeing the male from his entrapment, then using magic to heal him and his mate, though he couldn't do much more than weaken her sickness. After that, he left the lair, seeing the two griffins fly off deeper into the mountains, seeming to decide against further human contact.

He walked down the mountain feeling worse than useless, not being able to save nor even avenge his father and sister, and would've likely died on that mountain if he wasn't found by a group of Analil worshippers. They took care of him for a week as he recuperated from the ordeal, both physically and mentally. While he recovered, he discovered that hi body seemed much more resilient than before, and that he was able to find flaws in everything with remarkable ease. "A gift from Jergal as a testament to you valors" was what one of the worshippers told him when he asked them about it, and while he felt slightly honored, he wished the god could've have given him back his family instead. As soon as he was able, he left the lone monastery where they resided with a new mission in mind. He'd travel the lands and help whoever he could as best he could, in order to atone for his failure. He'd then spent the next nine years traveling the land, helping people in need and doing his best to avoid the legend of the Wyrmslayer, which seemed to spring up over night,though the lack of specifics helped in that regard immensely. He would eventually travel beyond the north,passing through all of the kingdoms at least once in his quest to help the less fortunate, and for his pursuit in learning more magic, as he found that engrossing himself in such things helped him keep his mind of his past.

His current location is somewhere in the central kingdom of Negotia.

Name: Eamon Amantea
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Best described as... ehhh *slight hand shake* though usually has a hetero slant
Role in Society: Knight
Occupation: Knight, farmer, giver of last rights

Legend: "Come in out of the cold young pup" The Old man waves you inside from the biting cold and into the warm dimly lit atmosphere of his hut. "You've traveled a long way eh?" He gives you a toothy grin as he sits you next to the fire and places a bowl of stew in your hands. "So, I fully expect you to be on your way when this storm lets up. But until then you stay there and get warm and let me tell you a tail, you may not believe it, but a swear every word of this is true. Let me tell you the tail of the Daemon and the Griffin."

"The Verall Daemon was an angry spirit, the likes of which few have seen outside the kingdom. It was a massive thing measuring a couple hundred hands long at least and was half that at least wide, it tunneled beneath the earth using its gaping maw causing tremors as it passed. Its body is lined with hard chitin, impervious to most forms of steel and iron, and many a little skittering leg that bore it at a nightmare's pace. This fearsome beast once roamed these parts, praying on those foolish enough to go trampling across soft dirt. But after years and years of just eating the stupid ones, the Daemon must've gotten tired of waiting for each meal, and resorted to behavior never before seen in it. It began to attack towns, razing them to the ground in a frenzy of blood and screams that would chill even the bravest man's blood. One by one reports of entire towns on the outing boarders entirely disappearing overnight began to filter back to the capitol, nothing it would have seemed could have stopped this beast, swords broke against it and arrows pinged off its shell without so much as a scratch. We were getting closer and closer to the braking point everyday, thanks to that infernal Daemon, but as we teetered on the very edge of disaster we learned that someone was actually hunting the Daemon. They said that his cloak and even the back part of his hair were made of fine gold eagle feathers, that his fingers ended not in the human tips but in vicious claws, and that the beasts of the wild seemed to fear him. For these qualities we called him the Griffin, and as the story of him circulated the name stuck.

No one knows why he hunted the Daemon, only that he did, and by the gods he was good at it. He headed the thing off from a few villages that were in its path, and drove it onto a great outcropping of stone, making the thing surface. It was there they did battle, the rampaging Daemon and the golden Griffin. They fought and fought, churning stone and earth in their wake, neither seeming to be able to hurt the other until finally the great Daemon once more found itself on malleable earth. It reached forward with lightning speed and seized the Griffin, dragging him beneath the surface. We all thought he was gone and dead till a tremor started, that lasted for the better part of four hours. It was after that that the Griffin broke his way onto the surface, clutching a great chunk of the Daemon's impenetrable chitin in his hand, and his blade and armor stained in the thing's blood.

He accepted no payment or reward, only taking a couple free nights and meals at the closest inn before once more setting out. Sightings of hims crop up from time to time, new stories of him fighting creatures or mediating century old conflicts to a peaceful end. Me, personally I think he went to some plot of land to live in peace, but I could be wrong. Now you finish your stew and get some sleep, in the mornin if you want I'll tell you another story of Eamon the Griffin." The old man rises to gather you some blankets and darken the hut before retiring for the night, the stories over for now.

Appearence Picture:

Appearence: Standing around 6'1'' - 6'2'' Eamon is built quite solidly, his calloused hands reflecting his martial background, as well as his tendency to help the farmers under him with certain tasks. His face carries a few scars here and there, and his nose has a slight bulge halfway up the bridge, giving it away as to having been broken at least once and reset. His tired emerald green eyes are framed by hid mid length dirty blond hair, which also covers his ears on a regular occasion. Finally a short beard of the same color completes the knights features.

When not in armor, Eamon will commonly wear what could be mistaken as peasant's clothing, as he finds it much more comfortable than most noble attires.

Personality: A warm smile and a friendly laugh are in store for those who get to know Eamon. From the highest king to the lowest serf, everyone is equal in his eyes, which can be refreshing change for some but an insult to others. He has blended the dogma of his chosen deities, Analil and Wyrim, into his everyday life and dedicates himself to bringing out the best in others, even if it means a sacrifice of his own. Rage is a silent emotion for Eamon, characterized by a lack of speech and a loss of his characteristic grin. In battle he fights with both ferocity and precision, usually found wading into where the fight is thickest and proving he is worthy of the Griffin's name. The final thing one must know about Eamon is not to confuse optimism with naïveté, he knows of the horrors of the world, but he simply lives by the philosophy "If I stop smiling, who will continue to?"

Skills:

Weapon Master (Guisarme and Bastard Sword): Through years of training Eamon has grown accustomed to the feel and weight of both the Guisarme and the Bastard sword, wielding each like they were not only extensions of his body but extensions of his soul as well. This plus his extensive use of the Heater Shield has given rise to his own style, in which he uses the Guisarme one handed along with the shield.

Apprentice Farmer: Being in charge of a small patch of land is not enough for Eamon, he must have a hand in shaping it. To this end he has dedicated many hours to learning and helping peasant farmers that work the land.

Last Rights Giver Journeyman: In the Hegemony death a serious affair, and those who can preform the last rights for the deceased are highly sought and prized. They are unique withing the Hegemony in that they can move freely from place to place without drawing too much attention, as well as having the right to ask questions about ever facet of the deceased's life.

Master Shield User (Heater Shield): Like his chosen two weapons, the shield has become to Eamon simply another piece of himself that is wielded with near absolute precision

Survivor of the three trials: To become a Knight of the Hegemony one must pass the trials. Each tries the initiate to the breaking point in some way, ether physically of mentally, but in the end the result is a Knight that stands tall even in the face over overwhelming odds or hopelessness. This is because the trials may be brutal, they teach a final lesson. The only way to beat something that has knocked you down 7 times is to get up 8.

Acceptance of the cold truth: There will always be things that Eamon cannot help, always be choices he cannot help others make and there will always be greater challenges and threats that must be met. While he may not like it Eamon has accepted this truth, and in so doing has made is will and resolve as strong as steel.

Combat Flaws:

Normal Bows: While he can handle crossbows with some degree of skill, Eamon has never truly gotten the hang of using your standard bow

No plan survives first contact: Used to fighting in chaotic conflicts, Eamon is prone to improvising even if a plan is going well.

A helping hand: Even in the midst of conflict Eamon will try to help his allies, absorbing blows meant for them and engaging someone that was trying to surprise them, even if he was already engaged himself.

Personality Flaws:

No patience for evil: We all have good somewhere in us, just waiting to be let out, a voice telling us what we are doing is wrong. Some people however have gagged this voice and hardened themselves to it's pleas. These are the people Eamon cannot stand, those that simply do evil for the sake of evil. He is fully aware that Evil must sometimes be done for the greater good, and is fine with that, so long as the greater good is always the backing force.

All are equal: As stated in his personality, Eamon treats everyone equally, leading to potential insults to rulers who dislike the knight talking to them like they are on the same social level.

Magic Spells:
As part of the Trials, Eamon was taught and knows how to use a very limited number of spells. All of which he knows how to use like the back of his hand.

They are
-Flame strike (summons a small bolt of fire to strike and ignite foes or flammable objects, can be used in a stationary state to light objects such as campfires or candles, or to starve another fire of fuel)
-Healing (by channeling a piece of his own energy into a person Eamon can produce a healing effect)
-Empowerment (touching another willing individual, Eamon literally channels his own determination and will to the other person, bolstering their moral and even reducing fatigue. If the person is unwilling Empowerment does nothing.)

Abilities:
-The immovable object-
Stalwart: Trying to knock down Eamon in the midst of combat is like trying to move a mountain all at once, even hitting him his like punching a stone wall.
A Juggernaut's mind: In battle Eamon's mind is set and he will see what needs to be done, done. Pain is a secondary thing that can be ignored, as it will only detract from him finishing what he needs to do.

-A shield for us all-
No harm shall come to you: Almost like a sixth sense, Eamon is sometimes able to "feel" the next attack, or the fact of nearby danger. This allows him to react quicker to attacks, even surprise attacks, and perhaps head off disaster. This ability can even apply to harm that may come to allies, if Eamon is close to them (emotionally)

Backstory: The son of a Knight and a servant, Eamon was stuck in a limbo state between the two social classes from the start. To make matters worse, Eamon was hated by the Knights legitimate children and was often the butt of their cruel jokes. But being beaten, bruised, and locked outside on cold winter nights oddly enough didn't seem to break the child, if anything it only made him grin more when his mother patched him up, or outright smile if his father ever offered him a touch of kindness. But bend something enough and even the strongest steel will shatter and break, and young Eamon's shattering would bring his whole world down.

It started when his mother contracted a sickness the doctors could only name as the "Grey Rot". Potions, herbs, and even Magic couldn't help her as she slowly wasted away, he once clear skin becoming gray and papery. Eamon tried all he could to help his mother, he would fetch clean water, grind herbs, even pray, but it was all for naught. As on a cold, dark night, bathed in the flickering light of a candle Eamon's mother shuddered and groaned in pain before sighing her last. Eamon, who had been by her side, gently placed his mothers hands across her chest and pulled her blanket up, his mind numb. Silently he looked at her, and smiled as he knew not what else to do. He stood there grinning until he felt a drop of something on his lips. Reaching up he discovered that his face had become wet with tears, he simply smiled and gave a slight "Huh" before his resolve finally crumbled. His cries echoed through the fortress, reverberating off the cold stone. He cried until he felt warm arms close around him, the arms of his father.

He was formally brought into the Knights house and line, and from that moment began training with the other children. He trained until his hands bled, he didn't truly know why he threw himself into his training, but he quickly learned the ways of war.

Years passed and Eamon grew, his smile once more returning as he grew stronger. When the time came he stood for his trials, he stood tall and did not bow. His body and mind refused to break, refused to be splintered once again. Whats more, he stood with the Knights other children and refused to let them fall and fail. Ge took on pain after pain for them and in the end they all stood victorious. But their victory was short lived as they were sent on their first tasks as Knights.

Most were minor tasks, such as tax collection, or guarding supply trains as they travailed the back roads. But Eamon was sent to investigate the sudden silence of a couple outlying villages. What he found was not ruin and death, but frightened people and a few ruined buildings. A few deaths, but not the massive casualties that were expected. He stayed in each village for a couple nights, healing and helping the best he could, but come the third morning he would always set off in search of what had caused the destruction. He found it finally, thrashing in the square of a third town. It was a huge thing akin to a centipede, it thrashed in the sun a grating scream emanating from it. He set to work engaging the thing, his skills being tested even more than in the Trials. But as he fought it he noticed something, the beast was not attacking with aim, but thrashing blindly and blood was seeping from the things right side, where the shaft of a spear jutted out from is body. In that moment Eamon knew what he had to do. He drove the thing back towards the nearby stream, not ever stabbing at it, but simply forcing it towards the soft earth. This area of the country was rocky and full of clay, making it horrible for farming and easy to force into a hard pack.

The thing had probably come here in search of pray and had beached itself on the hard earth. It was lost, hurt and confused. Eamon forced it one last time back till it was at the banks of the river, then he did the hardest thing to do with the rampaging monster.

He forgave it.

He forgave it's destruction, its killing and its disruptions. He let it bury itself in the soft earth, is screaming stopping the minute it did so, and after it was gone he descended into the small depression it had left collecting the spear shaft that had snapped off and attached to which was a chunk of the things flesh. Smiling he left the impression and set off towards home.