Varden

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Character History

Varden (talking to a hawk that happened to perch next to him atop a rocky outcropping)

You may wonder, friend, what it is that I'm doing out here in these woods, and not at home in my aerie with the rest of my family.
The answer is reasonable, if a little complex: last year my feathers and eyes turned grey. This may not sound like a big deal to you, but this caused great consternation in my clan, as the last person with wings that were anything but brown and black was Arkarom. He was the hero who led our clan and countless others into the eastern woods to escape the magical cataclysms. He (like me) had light-coloured wings, and he (like me) was the first sorcerer in his family after many generations of clerics.
These similarities, along with a few other minor ones not listed, have caused the council of clan chiefs to kick me out of the forest.
It seems that Arkarom was one of the last of the Volanti to go through the Trial of the Tempest. The idea was that as you started to be able to use your wings and choose your destiny, you would go out into the world, make friends of other races and battle fearsome enemies. When the Volanti went into seclusion, they obviously stopped sending people out into the world, as that would defeat the purpose.
Many in the council believe that my arrival marks the time to re-emerge into the world. I am not to return until I have gained full use of my wings, but upon my return I will be given the title Speaker to the Winds - a position once held by Arkarom and long since left vacant. If I do not return, my people will continue to live hidden in the woods until the next possible Speaker emerges.
As I left, (as is tradition) nobody watched me leave, but I was given this piece of advice. In the mountains to the west lives a witch with the power to read people's destinies by feeling their skulls. I am to find her (if she still lives), and ask her to do this for me.
So, hawk, now I've been stuck in this forest for four days. You find me sitting on a high rock trying to find my bearings. I don't suppose you want to go west with me? At least you could show me where west is.
The Hawk hops off the outcropping and glides to a nearby nest, which Varden hadn't seen before.
I guess you have other plans, thanks anyways.

Character History (Defunct)

Character History (Defunct)

Last Will and Testament of Varden, son of Vergon

If you find this letter on the body of a normal man, you've found a happy dead man. If this letter is found on the person of a winged monstrosity, you've found a man who died broken and alone.

When I was born, the whole town came out to to look, and they've been watching ever since. "There goes the kid with the wings". It seems that a day cannot pass when someone says something about this deformity to me, either as a dumb question like "What happened to you?" or as a stupid comment like "I thought I'd seen everything, but this is for the birds".

Some people are still watching me, wondering where I'm going or what I'm going to do. Others have it all planned out.

Being the first and only son (being born with wings caused Mom some … complications); Dad wanted me to continue in the leather working shop he runs. This wouldn't be a problem - if there was room for my wings in the small workshop. I liked working with leather, and being busy stopped me from thinking too much.

The village shaman, however saw some "Great Destiny" for which I've been born into the village. He kept calling me Speaker to the Winds and was always showing up with little things like oils and potions for Mom to give me. It was all really creepy.

The creepiest of all, however, was when we went out for a family picnic in the woods one day, and I supposedly got lost. My parents went out looking for me, and when they returned to the grove where we'd stopped to have lunch, they found me in the middle of a group of Satyrs and Dryads and Nymphs. They quickly vanished, but not before each one of them took the time to touch one of my wings. I was too young, of course, to have any memory of this;though the sound of pipes still comforts me a great deal, even to this day.

And most recently, I'd begun to be able to use the magic.

As you can see, I have left my village, with everybody watching and everybody talking and everybody waiting to see what will become of me. It is said that one often meets ones destiny while trying to avoid it.

You'll have to be the judge of that.

Signed - Varden of (insert town name here)

Posts from Varden

On The Wing
Lower Learning
Silent Reflections
The Apprentice
On The Sea
What's in a Name?
The Invitation
Walking Away
The Charge
A Question for Taylar
Psychological Walls