Rhyan Acuas [Farseeker]

Human

This is not a history as such, more of a diary. This information is treated as out of character, so none of the Armengarians, and especially the Tribe knows of this. It is Rhyan's inner thoughts of his life - if it seems a little sketchy at times, it is because he is getting old and is forgetting things, and not me being a bad writer!

Who am I? A lot of people have asked me this, and indeed I have asked myself the very same question on a number of occasions. And to tell the truth, I do not know fully! Yes I can tell the history behind me, but at times I cannot tell you who I am!

I am Rhyan Acuas; and after sixty years I hold no land, not any title barring that of a naval captain, (but that is a story for later). Although I am Erinish, I call myself a Lion.

I could tell of my childhood, but there was little of interest there. My father raised my brother and me as best he could, he taught us well, he taught us of the world about us and those lived on and in it, of battle and weapons and any enemies to man. Also my mother taught us, my father didn't want me to be fettered like he was unable to read, write or count. There was one thing though; my father was one of the original Farseekers, (the others were made up of his wife, my mother, his brother, Chareos' father and uncle, Amos' family among others), he settled in Erin, only to see his children raised in a stable environment. By the time I was sixteen, we as a family had set off again. And so I grew up and travelled and I saw the world. I marvelled at the many sights and people. Through Erin I went, across Cymrja to Albion, up to Caledonia, and over to Orkneyjar. Then to Lyonesse and onto Teutonia, and back to where I started again. There were many adventures, but I cannot remember them, ask my companions - Amos, Chareos or Madra. Most of my travels were with them. With them, we make up one of the last of the Farseekers. People die, and so do Farseekers. My father died at sixty-one, my current age. One moment he was hewing wood for a fire, the next he was gone. The other Farseekers died in other fashions, battles and skirmishes, peacefully on a deathbed, or in back alley muggings. My life back then was a blur of travel, fighting (on a lot of occasions), rutting and sleeping. My life I care to remember was from about twenty years ago. I decided to settle, like my father, and raise a family. I met Louise and we had a handful of children. Unlike my father I could never truly settle down (the Farseeker blood constantly in my veins), and neither did Louise, however with children in tow, we stayed in Albion, at that time I was serving Lord Corvus. To me a good man, and a strong king. About ten years ago, I heard of something called the Gathering of Nations, where all people from all nations would be represented. I wanted to head over to the Gathering, and seeing as Lord Corvus was there I wished to be apart of his entourage. Chareos, Amos and Madra were also going, so we set off. I only left because my children were old enough for their father to be away, Louise did not mind, and it was only going to be for about days. Six days, I had hoped to be away! It would be a decade before I saw another Lion again. Ten years of my life were stolen from me!

My life in Amnor! 10 years of misery, my only source of anything remotely like happiness was my three companions. Amnor, or Armengar to its inhabitants, is solely comprised of children! All they knew was War! So few lived past 25 years or so, except Caradawc who is almost thirty, an elder among his people, but still half my age! And it was because of my age that the Armengarians were weary of me! They were unsure as how to treat me, the others (Amos, Chareos, and Madra), seemed to get along fine, infact Chareos became their Protector. Even now I can see their distrust behind their eyes. If you want the full story, talk to Madra, my fellow Farseeker. In short, the Armengarians have been fighting against an army for centuries. Almost two years ago they found out that Amnor is a prison, and that the Calebii were their incarcerators! However, when Holy Isle fell from the sky, the Calebii were killed and driven from Amnor. Hurrah for the Armengarians! Well actually it was the Lions who did the damage.

When I heard that it was indeed the Lions I was overjoyed, at last I could go among my people and be at home once more. Things change in a decade, but still things remained the same. The Lions told us that the Gathering of Nations were still being held, I would get to go, a little late, but still I would get to see what it was all about!

The Gathering was an interesting time for me. Well no, I hated most of it! During the Gathering, Chareos was away, I think he was injured, or he was away catching up with relatives, but he had left instructions that I was to be Protector. So I took upon myself the mantle, and my suspicions were true, the Armengarians had no respect for me. None of my commands were heeded and they preferred to go about their business, fair enough, but when their protector called them they should at least listen to him! Their loyalty lay with other things, notably, the militia, mugging for justice I call it! So I quit the position in anger, and almost broke their heirloom, the sword of Armengar, For'th Ekids! Things did go better however; I found a group that I found intriguing, the Children of Malor. So I started on my way to becoming one of them. I my first quest was to find out about a character by the name of Kirbo, and a frightfully sad story it was too. I now have two more quests, before I have to confront Malor, to see if he will accept me into his fold. Here's Hoping. I also joined the Lion's navy; I am Captain of the HMS Freedom, in the royal fleet. I do a lot of reconnaissance missions which means I am away from Amnor a lot. How 'unfortunate'! I took the position in a moment of rashness; I am more of a soldier than sailor. But perhaps I will grow to fit the position of Captain. On another, sadder, note, I have heard nothing of any of my family, save rumours of one of my sons. I hope to find him, and find out about my dear Louise.

I look forward to thee years I have left in me, I shall spend them in company of new friends, and old companions, and maybe I will hear of my family. Yes, I must keep looking for the brighter and happier things in this life before I greet the ancestors.

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Small weapon use [0]
One Handed Weapon [1]
Two Handed Weapon [3]
Medium Armour [3]
Body Development [6]
Evaluate [2]
Contribute to Ritualist [1]
Literacy [1]
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