Pahoran Taselia Rayunia
. . . . . Knight of The Dawnmartyrs . . . . .
Frost 1 124
Pah was honestly unsure how he had gotten all the way to Ailos, back to the place of his birth. In all honestly his memory was rather blank as to were he had been and how long. He was sure that the season was Frost and some careful question had helped his discover that he was by Ailos. Taking the mater in stride, since what really were his options. He could just stay in the same place and freak out, though honestly the freaking out part had a certain charm, but he finally had decided that there had to be a reason for him find himself back so close to his first home. So dressed in his simple clothing, a bit travel stained he approached the ruins of the citadel of Light.
Pahoran paused and he looked at the ruins that were stretching out before him. He had once played in these fields. He had been born in that structure, and in its catacombs were buried generations of his family who had served and Knights. He could still see the practice fields where his grandfather had lead practices. He smiled at the memories, surprised that they weren't more painful. He paused to wonder about that. He decided that part of the reason was that his family had escaped from the fall of the Citadel. He had been raised by them in there new home far in the north.
Also the years of exile had produced results. A new settlement for the Dawnmaryters was in existence, Arcas had returned to them in the form of Talon, Prince of there new home, and friend. So while they had given something up it had so far been worth it. Which was one of the important parts to Pah. He liked to look for the silver lining in a situation, though not at the cost of seeing facts as they are. His contemplation was interrupted as he suddenly noticed that there were people moving about down a the citadel. His ice blue eyes narrowed in contemplation as he watched the movement. As he continued to study the location he began to realize that it was more then just a few people moving about. Life seemed to have come back to the citadel. Someone was trying to reconstruct the place.
Pahoran stopped his observing and launched himself into the air. He felt the flap of his wings through his chest muscles as brought himself higher into the air. Once in the air he could sense could see better the scares from the siege from so long ago. Time had faded much but there was still signs and proofs of the event. As Pah flew closer he noticed that people around the structure noticed him as well, which had been his intention all along. He flew until he was close enough for the current inhabitants to approach him but not put himself smack in the middle of there crowd. Spiralling downwards he landed on the ground and took a couple steps to make sure his steps were firm and then stood looking at those who were approaching him.
Three individuals approached him as he stood waiting. All three were dressed in relatively old armor, though they looked well maintained. Pah recognized the armor of the knighthood. He was actually surprised to see walking around in the open. Though as he thought about it as the three walked towards him it made some sense. Anyone openly living here would be connected to the knights either way you look at it. Which made Pahoran wonder if they were knights or just people who took over. He only entertained that though for a moment before decided that the odds were high they were knights. This place despite its destruction was sacred to him and his people. His ice blue eyes took in the details of those who had approached. One was a older man, not as old as his grandfather, but not his fathers age as well. The other two much young, yes a couple years older then himself. One was another human possible related to the older one. The last was one of the Orkan who had originally inhabited this land. The younger two looked at his suspiciously. The older man looked weary.
“Greetings. How can I help you.” There was weariness in the mans voice, but he was still polite.
“Greetings Sir Knight. I have returned back Citadel of Light on a pilgrimage.” Pahorn said. He extended is hand in greeting and said. “Pahoran Rayunia, you might have known my parents Bapona and Ruthora Rayunia.”
The older knights gaze softened a bit at the mention of the names. He looked Pahoran over but while he was doing the human who Pahoran suspected was related to the older one leaned forward and badly whispered. “He is a Avialae, the soldiers of the Empire.” The older Knight looked at the younger knight and then turned back to Pahoran.
“I know all of those names, include the boy Pahoran.” He said studying the young man before him. “The wing colors are right.” He glanced back at the younger knight. “There is a city of Avialae far to the north that is independent of the Empire.” He glanced back, “Which is where the Rayunia came from. I am Varinse, one the Knights guarding the Citadel. This is my nephew Gregone and this is,” He pointed to the Orkan, “Helunia both squires knights.”
“It is nice to meet you.” Pahoran replied back and nodded to the two others. He was also extended his hand to each of them.
“It is a pleasure to meet you.” Knight Varinse said and looked at the other two. The Orkan took his hand and shook. Then she turned away and went back to her what ever activities she had been at before.
“I still don’t think that we should just take him in.” Gregone hissed back to his uncle.
“Gregone, it is always important for those who serve Arcas to be cautious but we are the servants of Light and compassion is one of the core tenants of the Light.” He tilted his head and smiled. “The Avialae of the Imperium are slaves, dominated in the worst possible way. If one did happen to escape and come to you, because the Empire wouldn’t ever let one wander away from there control, he would be a soul to have compassion towards.” He paused seeing very well that what he was saying wasn’t getting through to young man. Pahoran wondered if he still remembered the armies with Pahoran’s enslaved cousins at its head.
Varinse though nodded hearing the true doctrine of Arcas. “Very true, and Gregone would be wise to remember letting go of anger is important part of our doctrine.” He turned back to Pahoran and said. “What can you tell me from the north. We have heard word that Arcas has returned and a new citadel is being built in the north.”
Pahoran was fairly aware of the answer to these questions but wasn’t sure if he wanted to share all of them, partly because he wasn’t sure what others involved in the event would want revealed. He wasn’t going to no answer though. He smiled at said. “Acras has returned and established another settlement called Dawnhold by Kalzasi.”
“Why didn’t he come back here.” Knight Varinse asked. Pah’s face grew thoughtful.
“I wouldn’t dare speak for why he made that final decision. Though once upon a time we had many little settlements across the world. Dawnhold is actually built on a old one. It is also where he reconnected with the Dawnmartyers. He also has commitments in that part of the world.” Pahoran didn’t actually have any problem with telling them that Arcas new name was Talon he governed Kalzasi, but he felt that was information not to be shared causually and just while standing in an opening. “I would love sharing more, but I am not sure this is the place. I was also hoping maybe to find some food and a place to rest.”
“Oh course, please follow me. People will want to talk with you.” Pahoran moved and walked next to the older Knight. “Sorry for bugging you with so many questions, but have you seen Arcas?”
“I have, and I have fought besides him.” Pahoran said simple. “He is still awakening to his powers, but all that we have been promised.” Varinse smiled grateful at Pahoran and the two moved into the half built ruins of the Citadel. Pahoran could sense Gregone behind them scowling. Pahoran wasn’t any great reader of people but he couldn’t miss that Gregone was not satisfied with Pahoran’s explanation. He wondered what experience the young man had gone through during the fall of the citadel to make his so angry. Pahoran remembered the fear as the knights sent him and his family away. With wings they had ways of getting out that others didn’t, but Pahoran still remembered the fear and saw the destruction of his home. He turned back wishing the angry young many good will, but decided that keeping an eye on Gregone would be best.
Pah was honestly unsure how he had gotten all the way to Ailos, back to the place of his birth. In all honestly his memory was rather blank as to were he had been and how long. He was sure that the season was Frost and some careful question had helped his discover that he was by Ailos. Taking the mater in stride, since what really were his options. He could just stay in the same place and freak out, though honestly the freaking out part had a certain charm, but he finally had decided that there had to be a reason for him find himself back so close to his first home. So dressed in his simple clothing, a bit travel stained he approached the ruins of the citadel of Light.
Pahoran paused and he looked at the ruins that were stretching out before him. He had once played in these fields. He had been born in that structure, and in its catacombs were buried generations of his family who had served and Knights. He could still see the practice fields where his grandfather had lead practices. He smiled at the memories, surprised that they weren't more painful. He paused to wonder about that. He decided that part of the reason was that his family had escaped from the fall of the Citadel. He had been raised by them in there new home far in the north.
Also the years of exile had produced results. A new settlement for the Dawnmaryters was in existence, Arcas had returned to them in the form of Talon, Prince of there new home, and friend. So while they had given something up it had so far been worth it. Which was one of the important parts to Pah. He liked to look for the silver lining in a situation, though not at the cost of seeing facts as they are. His contemplation was interrupted as he suddenly noticed that there were people moving about down a the citadel. His ice blue eyes narrowed in contemplation as he watched the movement. As he continued to study the location he began to realize that it was more then just a few people moving about. Life seemed to have come back to the citadel. Someone was trying to reconstruct the place.
Pahoran stopped his observing and launched himself into the air. He felt the flap of his wings through his chest muscles as brought himself higher into the air. Once in the air he could sense could see better the scares from the siege from so long ago. Time had faded much but there was still signs and proofs of the event. As Pah flew closer he noticed that people around the structure noticed him as well, which had been his intention all along. He flew until he was close enough for the current inhabitants to approach him but not put himself smack in the middle of there crowd. Spiralling downwards he landed on the ground and took a couple steps to make sure his steps were firm and then stood looking at those who were approaching him.
Three individuals approached him as he stood waiting. All three were dressed in relatively old armor, though they looked well maintained. Pah recognized the armor of the knighthood. He was actually surprised to see walking around in the open. Though as he thought about it as the three walked towards him it made some sense. Anyone openly living here would be connected to the knights either way you look at it. Which made Pahoran wonder if they were knights or just people who took over. He only entertained that though for a moment before decided that the odds were high they were knights. This place despite its destruction was sacred to him and his people. His ice blue eyes took in the details of those who had approached. One was a older man, not as old as his grandfather, but not his fathers age as well. The other two much young, yes a couple years older then himself. One was another human possible related to the older one. The last was one of the Orkan who had originally inhabited this land. The younger two looked at his suspiciously. The older man looked weary.
“Greetings. How can I help you.” There was weariness in the mans voice, but he was still polite.
“Greetings Sir Knight. I have returned back Citadel of Light on a pilgrimage.” Pahorn said. He extended is hand in greeting and said. “Pahoran Rayunia, you might have known my parents Bapona and Ruthora Rayunia.”
The older knights gaze softened a bit at the mention of the names. He looked Pahoran over but while he was doing the human who Pahoran suspected was related to the older one leaned forward and badly whispered. “He is a Avialae, the soldiers of the Empire.” The older Knight looked at the younger knight and then turned back to Pahoran.
“I know all of those names, include the boy Pahoran.” He said studying the young man before him. “The wing colors are right.” He glanced back at the younger knight. “There is a city of Avialae far to the north that is independent of the Empire.” He glanced back, “Which is where the Rayunia came from. I am Varinse, one the Knights guarding the Citadel. This is my nephew Gregone and this is,” He pointed to the Orkan, “Helunia both squires knights.”
“It is nice to meet you.” Pahoran replied back and nodded to the two others. He was also extended his hand to each of them.
“It is a pleasure to meet you.” Knight Varinse said and looked at the other two. The Orkan took his hand and shook. Then she turned away and went back to her what ever activities she had been at before.
“I still don’t think that we should just take him in.” Gregone hissed back to his uncle.
“Gregone, it is always important for those who serve Arcas to be cautious but we are the servants of Light and compassion is one of the core tenants of the Light.” He tilted his head and smiled. “The Avialae of the Imperium are slaves, dominated in the worst possible way. If one did happen to escape and come to you, because the Empire wouldn’t ever let one wander away from there control, he would be a soul to have compassion towards.” He paused seeing very well that what he was saying wasn’t getting through to young man. Pahoran wondered if he still remembered the armies with Pahoran’s enslaved cousins at its head.
Varinse though nodded hearing the true doctrine of Arcas. “Very true, and Gregone would be wise to remember letting go of anger is important part of our doctrine.” He turned back to Pahoran and said. “What can you tell me from the north. We have heard word that Arcas has returned and a new citadel is being built in the north.”
Pahoran was fairly aware of the answer to these questions but wasn’t sure if he wanted to share all of them, partly because he wasn’t sure what others involved in the event would want revealed. He wasn’t going to no answer though. He smiled at said. “Acras has returned and established another settlement called Dawnhold by Kalzasi.”
“Why didn’t he come back here.” Knight Varinse asked. Pah’s face grew thoughtful.
“I wouldn’t dare speak for why he made that final decision. Though once upon a time we had many little settlements across the world. Dawnhold is actually built on a old one. It is also where he reconnected with the Dawnmartyers. He also has commitments in that part of the world.” Pahoran didn’t actually have any problem with telling them that Arcas new name was Talon he governed Kalzasi, but he felt that was information not to be shared causually and just while standing in an opening. “I would love sharing more, but I am not sure this is the place. I was also hoping maybe to find some food and a place to rest.”
“Oh course, please follow me. People will want to talk with you.” Pahoran moved and walked next to the older Knight. “Sorry for bugging you with so many questions, but have you seen Arcas?”
“I have, and I have fought besides him.” Pahoran said simple. “He is still awakening to his powers, but all that we have been promised.” Varinse smiled grateful at Pahoran and the two moved into the half built ruins of the Citadel. Pahoran could sense Gregone behind them scowling. Pahoran wasn’t any great reader of people but he couldn’t miss that Gregone was not satisfied with Pahoran’s explanation. He wondered what experience the young man had gone through during the fall of the citadel to make his so angry. Pahoran remembered the fear as the knights sent him and his family away. With wings they had ways of getting out that others didn’t, but Pahoran still remembered the fear and saw the destruction of his home. He turned back wishing the angry young many good will, but decided that keeping an eye on Gregone would be best.