Full name: Saris Anari
Age: mid 100s
Nationality: Follower of the Trees
Race: half elf
Orientation: straight
Personality: obediant, partyotic, the model solder. often seen remembering the loss of his family.
bio: Saris was born under the sign of the follower. by law he was destined to be a soldier. through most of his child hood he played with toy swords and studied the arts of the sword. He spent some of his childhood inside the palace of prayer and he asked the master of the church about their god. he learened many things and he heared of people who fight with the power of their gods. the master spoke of warriors of the light called clerics. Saris beched the master to train him in the ways of the cleric but Saris was born the sigh on the follower and the master fobid it. Saris asked if there was another way and the master said that some clerics who take up arms with their god called paladins. Saris pleaded him to teach him the ways of the Paladin. After many years of testing the master was confinced that he was capable of becomeing a powerful palidin. he had a few friends and caused a little trouble for the village around him.
in his latter years he fond his love, Hatria Elrvis. a local animal handler. being a soldier he was apointed a wife but he pleaded with the leader to consider his love for Hatria. He denighed his request. being young, rebellious, and in love he asked her for her hand and took her away from the village.
they lived togeather for 10 years and she bore two children, Nyavel and Amathir. 5 years later his wife suddenly fell ill. and past away. not a year later he returned to his home after gathering things from the forest. he found both of his children dead upon the tree near his house and his wife's grave defiled. he asked the nabouring village if they had seen anything and a few saw a few warriors from the Followers in the Trees take the road up to his home.
Saris toke up his long laid to rest sword and confronted the village of his birth. sadly they foresaw his arrival and had 10 guards at the front gate. as he screamed the the names of his decised family and charged the village a few of the guards charged foward to the wave of the leader of the vilage. the first soldire that came into contact Saris slayed with ease. remembering his training as a swordsmen he attacked the other two. he peirced throught the the armor of the second one and killed him but the third had slashed at his chest and easly riped through his comoner garbs. Saris reacted quickly and killed him. the leader smirking at the bloodied warrior he turned and the guards back to there positions. Saris leaning over and eyes bluring he remembered hid training as a half cleric and started to chant to his god for the power to right this wrong. his wish was granted and his wonds healed. a great light evoleped him and he was blessed with new armor and new equipment. as he emerged from the light he heared the voice of his son and daugter. "we will always be with you. to protect you." they said. " i will be the sword that breaks the deffences of the enemy" said his son. "and i will be the shield that defences aginst their swords." a giant flash of light eroupted from is chest and then faded. the leader quickly turned to see the bloodied man now renewed. with his eye's wide he shouted for all warriors to attack. with blow after blow Saris broke swords, and smashed shields. untill he got to the front gate.
the leader now chanting his own plea. nothing came to him. Saris looked up at him and in a smal flash of light he was right be hind him. "god have given me the power and you nothing. what does that say?" Saris wispered. after a few minutes of silence the leader spoke. "god is a traitor to them itself. no one is aloud to chose his beloved. offspring are for the betterment of the vilage and our race. you as a young fool wouldnt understand a thing." "regardless, what you have done can not be forgiven. not by me or the gods. as a proper eye for an eye the gods demand your head. any retaliation will result as an direct attack at god." after a pause he continued as he shouted for the great crowed that had heard the comotion. "Now as a result of your acts against me and my family, you shal by slayen. in front of the follower of the trees we must forgive it with a single act. as said by god." with that he laid he shield and lifted his weapon.
"do you think it will end here? do you think it was my doing? the thread of deception is longer than you can imagin. it goes farther than me, than the village, beyond this plane of existence, all the up to the gods them selfes." "Stay your tongue and die with what dignity you have left!" he swong, it seamed like an eternity. "Stop! what are you doing? this is not what our god would want, its not what i want." it was the voice of his beloved wife Elrvis. "but he has committed horrible act and must pay for his crimes." "no it is not his doing." "You would belive this, this... !?" "he speaks the truth my dear. if it is revenge you want i understand but it is not the blood of this man you want too spill. search for the real villian."
his mind came back to the man at his knees in front of him. the crowed watched as Saris swong his blade. ... the blade pierces the wood floor below him. blood drips down the blade. Saris looked at his bloody hand. "why did you stay your hand?" the leader asked. "it is not my place to kill a man doesn't deserve the embrace of death." he turns and begins to leave.
"come on kids, we have things to do." his equipment evaporates into a small white mist. "Who you think you are!? god? you are nothing but a pitiful soldier, nothing more! you have no right to tell me how to worsip my god and what he demands. my god will grant me more power than you can posibly imagin!" Saris looks back, "and who could be more giving than our god, the great Trael?" "The great and powerful, Korath! He will grant me more power than some stupid tree!" moments of silence go be. "it seams even that god deniges you like you did me." Saris smirks and turns. "How dare you!" the leader draws a dagger from his rob. sudenly brances and roots spout up and encase the leader and begin to crush him. "AAAAHHHH! Korath please help me!" a black void apears in front of the branches. "HAHAHAHA Now your ..." the leader begins "going to ... what ... no, wait, please, forgi ... AAAHHH!" the leader's soul begins to get sucked out by the void."Father help him." white mist begins to gather and form a small child. "there's nothing we can do hunny. all we can do is keep moving." he put is hand on her head, turn and walks away.
the black void disapears and the branches and roots recead back. "for now we walk"
Favored Apparel: adorned with the colors of the god Trael white, gold, an blue.
Optional accessories: he wheres a silver necklace in rememberance of his wife.
Equpiment: Mithral robe with cloth breachers, divine shield imbuned with the soul of his daughter, a sword imbuned with the soul of his son.
strengths: through devotion of his god he is blessed with strength beond that of average humans or elves.
Weaknesses: as a man of god he is easy to anger, and bent on revenge he is determined to kill at the slightest hint of iner justice. but with the help of his childeren and his beloved wife he tries to stay on the right path.
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