"They keep talking about an upcoming war and fighting for your country. Well I’ve already been at war and my country is lost."
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Elrand can be surprisingly cheerful. He loves to drink, gamble, and party. One could consider him a prankster of impressive skill with a roguish personality. He does not mind petty crime and is perfectly happy to do it for fun. Although scratch beneath the surface and you will see this is a habit of extremely reckless behaviour that holds his own life in low regard. At least he is having fun with it. One might consider him Zastian in a sense.

The subject of Tarlon or Vyshta will turn his mood very sour. He doesn't like to talk about it over small talk but one could gather its a point of hurt for him and a source of grim purpose.

Yasoi (Tanso) - native
Avincian - fluent but patchy
Revidian - brief
Perrench - brief



He is short for a male yasoi at 6'4" with a slim build and angular features. His dirty blonde hair is generally unkempt due to lack of maintenance. His clothes are the opposite of flashy, in fact, it seems almost purposefully chosen to be unremarkable and to blend in with the crowd. When he does dress for leisure though, he favours loose-fitting, comfortable clothing of traditional make.




"When I apprenticed under my mother, she used to tell poor children tall tales. She would say that, much like the sixth moon, Vyshta wasn't always visible but she was always there. She would say Vyshta would watch over all the children who only knew misfortune in their lives and she would take them to a world where they would only see good luck and happiness. I think about that more and more lately. I know she was telling them a lie but I can't help but take comfort in it. I think about it and I know I'm going to be alright."

Tanso was not a nice place: abusive leadership, mana addicts, poverty, and hunger plagued day to day life of the commoners. Elrand could see it but was largely shielded from the worst growing up. Being part of a family dedicated to the worship of Oirase, they were overworked and under-supplied but the members of the faith were always looked after. He grew up under his mother's tutelage and eventually took the oath of Oirase's servants. He could not do harm and would dedicate his future to preserving life. His first middle name granted was Luun such that his name would mean spring flower.

This wasn't to say he was an angel. He would often favour kinetic magics over binding and grew quite the reputation as a prankster in his earlier years. But he was raised right, he served others first and foremost. Despite Tanso's current state, he knew of the pride their country once held and worked toward restoring that history.

Then the Tarlonese came.

Forbidden from fighting, Elrand was conscripted as a field medic tending to the injured. It took a toll on his mind working there. Working at the temple of his home town, there were plenty of injuries to heal. Most of the time these would be accidents or disputes that had already been resolved, that was easy. It was different in war. Mangled body after mangled body rolled into the medic tent with the hopes of being saved. He did his best, but there were some far past helping. But what got him, what tore at him, was that the people responsible for this harm and brutality were just on the other side of the tent.

The Tarlonese were still on the warpath causing harm and crimes against Oirase to their fellow yasoi. He could do nothing about it. His oaths to the god of life prevented him from taking part. He felt shackled to the hospital, only reacting to the harm being done instead of trying to stop it. How many of the people he healed were sent back to the front line to die? Was it not serving Oirase's will more to put an end to these killers instead of just cleaning up their messes? He broke his oath in the final battle of Solcuura and it was a blur from there. The next thing he remembered, he was being dragged out of the city walls and was missing his right pinky.

In the coming months, a legendary freedom fighter became the subject of rumour among the folk of Tanso going by the name Sairax’Solcuun. To some, he was a Robin Hood-type figure who stole from the Tarlonese and gave to the poor villagers under their thumb. To others, he was a stain of the past against the rapidly improving country, named after the tower of oppression used by the aristocracy. In truth though, it was not a lone man but a group of resistance fighters who were unable to accept the Tarlonese occupation.

Elrand found himself among the group. After the war, he could see the country improving under Tarlonese rule but he couldn't accept their victory. How could he sit back and accept the people that swept his country's legs when they were weak? How could he accept a people who caused such bloodshed to usurp power? The answer was he couldn't. His mother had met him once, she tried to tell him that despite breaking his oath he could rejoin the new society built by their invaders but he didn't listen.

The group continued a series of relatively successful raids against Tarlonese patrols and encampments under the leadership of a military veteran they had all come to call Sairax’Solcuun in reference to the group's namesake. But not much of actual worth was achieved. The hope of recovering their country rapidly diminishing. More and more decided to splinter off and the spoils became less about helping their countrymen and more about spending a night drinking and partying. They were little more than bandits with the loose rule of exclusively targeting Tarlonese. At that point, Elrand didn't mind at all.

When it came to a head, the resistance decided to go for one last heist. The battle for Tanso had been lost, they all knew it. They were only looking for the funds to escape the country with their lives.


Elrand wishes to kill Tyrel'yrash'dichora, the lap dog and prime enforcer of the Tarlonese military. He understands that he is nowhere near strong enough to do this head-on so he needs to be clever about it. It also causes him a crisis of faith as he does truly believe her to be the avatar, but he can't let himself allow the ascension to transpire.

On a wider and more unachievable game plan, Elrand wishes for the end of the Tarlonese occupation in the 'liberated lands' and the sovereignty of Tanso.


- Elrand lost his right pinky to a Tarlonese blade.
- Elrand became an aberration addict at the resistance fighters' camp. He would eat aberrations and be strapped to a table for the madness symptoms to subside. All for 'the cause' of course.