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~ Childer of the Temple ~

Warrior ^ Enemy Warrior(dom) ~Childer of the Temple~ Several children were born with special talents. A raid one day on the temple killed most of the children, sending the rest fleeing and into hiding. Over the years most have been hunted own and killed. Only a handful of them survived to this day. The Temple of Gods has a duty to protect them when they are found. She had been spying agaisnt his army for just over a year when he found out her treachery. The only thing that saved her life was the Priest's intervention but that will only go so long as she is willing to cooperate with the General

Warrior ^ Dragon Lord(dom) ~Childer of the Temple~ Several children were born with special talents. A raid one day on the temple killed most of the children, sending the rest fleeing and into hiding. Over the years most have been hunted own and killed. Only a handful of them survived to this day. The Temple of Gods has a duty to protect them when they are found. She had been spying agaisnt his army for just over a year when he found out her treachery. The only thing that saved her life was the Priest's intervention but that will only go so long as she is willing to cooperate with the General.~



Fetishes
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BACKGROUND INFORMATION
Four Kingdoms and Five Centuries
The lands of Brokk, Eglath, Valerie, and Nordhri have been at war for at least five hundred years and the end seemed to be in sight. The Nordhri had mostly returned to their home land years ago. A few small bands had stayed merely so they did not officially step out of the war. They caused minor damages to supply lines and achieved minor victories in small skirmishes, but nothing that would win the war.
With civil war Valerie had torn itself apart nearly three generations after the war had started. The crowned prince had poisoned his father and soon after being crowned king was dethroned by an outraged general. The general had tried to withdraw its troops and stay within its lands but Eglath and Brokk would not rest till complete domination. The Valerien army ran itself ragged trying to defend its borders and all in vein. Rule and land fell to the Brokk.
Three hundred years into the war and Eglath was beginning to show signs of struggling. Rumors had started that the Seven no longer stood with them. The the gods no longer showed favor to the Eglath army. Rumors were the Gods had turned their back and a lose would confirm this in the eyes of the Priest. Without the support of the Gods the Priest would leave the army. Without the Priest the men would not fight, for fear of further angering the Gods.
The testing day came and the battle raged. When night fell Eglath army was in shambles. The priest had left the camp early, knowing the Seven had left them to their fate. As with the Valerien army before, the Brokk took control of the Eglath land and people. The only thing standing in the way of the Brokk army and ruling house was the Nordhri north land.
The ruling house of the Nordhri had long perished but the spirit of the people still lived on. The army was ran by several generals who coordinated in the best interest to keep the army and people in tact. All those who were not in the army had long ago retreated further north into the harsh mountains. It was hard living but the people were survivors determined on never being blended into the Brokk culture as Eglath and Valerien.
The Nordhri Army they could not survive a one on one battle with Brokk. They knew they could not survive forever in this existence but they had to survive long enough for the soothsayers visions to come through. Within every generation a child was born with wings. Prophecy was that one of these children would lead the Nordhri people back to the throne. Many of the children never reached adulthood, either having gone insane or having been hunted down by the invading army.


The Gods
The Seven are a septune god, a single deity with the following seven aspects: Father, Warrior, Smith, Mother, Maiden, Crone and Stranger.
Believers in the Faith pray to specific aspects of the Seven for help and guidance depending on their circumstances: to the Warrior for courage and skill in battle, to the Father for justice, to the Mother for mercy, to the Smith for making whole what is broken, to the Crone for wisdom, to the Maid for innocence and pleasure in life, and to the Stranger for death. Candles are lit before the altars symbolizing each of the seven aspects, and hymns are often sung. Weddings are conducted standing between the altars of the Father and the Mother.
Adherents of the Faith use seven-pointed stars, crystal prisms, rainbows, and the number seven to represent the deity, and rites of worship heavily involve the use of light and crystals.
The Drowned God's domain is the sea. They believe that the Drowned God created them to rape, reave, and carve out kingdoms. The Drowned God himself is believed to have brought flame from the sea and sailed the world with fire and sword. The eternal enemy of the Drowned God is called the Storm God. A common prayer is, "What is dead can never die, but rises again, harder and stronger."



"Kyros wait!!!"
Kestrel had half a moment to realize he truly planned to simply kill. Closing her eyes knowing it was too late. To her surprise she felt the impact of butt of the knife instead of the blade. She landed hard on her back, moving to hold her jaw. Slowly looking up she watched in slow motion as he walked forward and knelt down to finish the job.
"M'Lord, you may want to hear out what she has to say before you kill her....."
To her the words seemed to come out of no where and by the way Kyros turned around, he thought so too. She could not see who he was looking at but whoever it was had to be someone he respected because he actually paused. Deciding not to let opportunity slip her by she tried use his distraction to throw him off balance. He was not that distracted. As she sat up he grabbed handful of her hair and yanked her head back to the ground close to his feet.
"Old Man, since when do you care what happens to one spy?"
"I never said I cared what happen to her... I said you might care...."
Kestrel felt him began to pull roughly on her hair, bringing her up to her knees. She tired half heartedly to pull away but his grip tightened. His attention turned back to her and she could see he was considering the other mans words. Out of corner of her eye she could see Galen standing on the other side of the tent.
"Why would it matter to me? If she has another partner he will be found soon enough without her help. And any information she knows I probably already have heard."
"I can not tell you why.... she must do that on her own..."
She watched the anger in Kyros' eyes. Slowly he turned back to the priest but she could see he was trying not to give in to the anger he felt.
"I am growing impatient of your riddles, Old Man. Just say it.... You owe me your loyalty not this bitch...."
"My loyalty is to the Temple and Gods first and foremost then to country."
"Little bitch... who are you that the Temple would wish to protect you..."
When she did not immediately answer she could hear Kyros growl softly in frustration and a moment later she felt the back of his hand connect with her cheek. Landing back on the ground she just laid there for a few minutes trying to get her mind back together. Close by she could hear Kyros stand up and pace away from her.
"Galen, I don't like riddles... just tell me why I should spare the miserable traitor...."
"Kyros you hear nothing I have said. I am forbidden to speak of the reasons. If you want to know she must tell you on her own.... But I can about promise it is well worth it..."