User:GW-Valentein

Childhood

 * Valentein was born in a small hut in Ashford, a village in Lakeside County in the nation of Ascalon, on Day 45 of the Season of the Zephyr, 1052 AE, to Casimir and Anne, a farming couple. His birth was presided over by his uncle Lawrence, a monk in Ashford Abbey. As he grew, his mother sheltered him from the harsh farming life his father knew, and instead ushered him into the ways of the scholar. Having few friends in the village, Valentein spent most of his time at the Abbey, learning the myths of the Five Gods. On Valentein's thirteenth birthday, Lawrence suggested that he enter into the Nolani Academy of Magic. Since mere farmers could not afford to send their son to an Academy as prestigious as Nolani, Lawrence and Casimir petitioned the Abbot. The Abbot felt the boy's knowledge could be better utilized as a Monk of Dwayna, but after Casimir's protests, he decided to send the decision higher, and bid that Valentein travel to Serenity Temple, to speak with High Priestess Jenessia. As Casimir could not afford to take the time away from planting, Lawrence and Anne accompanied the boy on the journey.

Chosen

 * The group arrived at the Temple late in the day, having departed early in the morning. Jenessia's apprentice, Rashenna, bid them to their rooms, and informed them of their audience with the High Priestess the following morning. It was here that Valentein recieved his first vision.

  Five figures gathered around him, as if he lay on an examination table. Their features were shadowed, hidden, but he could sense the power eminating from them. One of the figures spoke, a female voice, soft and sweet as a gentle breeze. "What do you make of him?"  A male voice responded, weathered and hoarse as charred wood. "He has potential. Put a sword in his hand, and he could conquer The Mists themselves."  Another male, harsh and raspy as jagged ice. "He hungers for knowledge. He could be... dangerous."  Two females, voices intertwining in chaotic beauty. "I forsee a wandering path for this one. He must step lightly."  A last female, voice as solid and stoic as an ancient oak.<BR> "He will be protected on this path. I will ensure it."<BR> <BR> The figures vanished, and light flooded into Valentein's consciousness. </tt>