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name: rise (pronounced reece)
gender: male

When Rise was a young boy his village was attacked by a rouge band of barbarians. They tore everything apart, destroying everything in their path, including his family. His scars serve as a permanent reminder of the gruesome raid that took place. He seeks revenge on the band of rouges which ruined his life, and will stop at nothing to ensure they get the proper punishment for their deeds. Rise cannot rest until he himself, personally puts an end to each and every one of them.

Rise uses an old yew longbow which used to belong to his father. He uses arrows made of birchwood and flint arrows he makes himself, fletches with feathers from native birds. Rise also uses a typical broadsword, belonging to one of the raiders, he carries it to ensure the raiders will eventually get a taste of their own medicine when they finally meet. Inscribed into the hilt of the sword and the bow is the date when his village was raided, serving as a permanent reminder of that day.

Rise sat at his usual seat in the old tavern he frequents, always listening in on conversations, ears pricked for any possible trail or tiny piece of information. The cold amber drink left an all too familiar burning taste in his mouth as he swallowed a hearty gulp from his mug. A few familiar faces filtered in an out, he gave them all a passing smile or a brief exchange of greetings and hearty laughs. A low creaking of wood signaled the arrival of Alon, his childhood friend, as the older man took a seat next to Rise.

The scared warrior locked his blue and brown eyes on the slowly bubbling drink in front of him as he spoke. "Any new information? The trail went cold after that rouge's story ended up being all lies." Rise muttered with a bitter undertone. Alon laughed and playfully shoved his friend's shoulder before taking up a serious tone, "You know you can't spend your entire life fixating on this." his dark green eyes were resting on Rise with a sympathetic gaze. With a smile Rise turned to his left, now facing Alon. His voice was as rich and warm as always as he spoke, "And you know perfectly well that I can't live my life without finishing this business first." Rise always spoke in a lighthearted manner but Alon knew just how serious he was being. Alon let out a deep sigh, "You've always been stubborn... but as usual there's no new information, it seems the case has really gone cold this time." Rise swallowed the remainder of his drink and set down his mug with a little more force then necessary, clearly showing his frustration. Just as he was about to open his mouth the tavern's heavy wooden doors swung open as a new group of strangers entered.

Nothing about them stood out, similar cloaks and hoods, sheathed weapons and dark expressions all plastered on their scared faces. However, one lean figure caught the attention of Rise's hawk eyes as he passed by. "Alon..." the words were barely out of his mouth by the time he realized his friend had already made his move. Rise watched the dark brown cloak of his friend disappear into the crowd before shortly returning to his seat. "Rise... it's him. It's really him." Alon's voice was rushed and flittering with a mixture of excitement and rage. Rise's posture shifted with the arrival of the new man, the man who was responsible for the deaths of both his and Alon's parents. "Moran..." Rise growled, his voice catching in his through as his hand tightly gripped the broadsword dangling at his side. It took all his willpower to stay seated, his eyes burning holes into the back of Moran's head as the man sat and talking with his group for what seemed like weeks. Finally the group stood up and made their way to the door, closely shadowed by the two friends.

Alon led the way as always. The two ducked and darted through the shadows as they trailed the group of cloaked men through the bustling night streets. Moran's tall figure split apart from his group as he took an abrupt turn down one of the many alleyways. With a quick nod to each other Alon and Rise split ways, hoping to cut off the route of their target. Rise knew these streets like the back of his own hand, easily weaving through narrow passageways, making his way along. Finally he reached the edge of the village which bordered a lush forest. A quick movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention, a black cloak, "Moran." Rise snarled before launching himself into the underbrush. By now it was clear his target knew he was being pursued, making every attempt to loose his trackers. Rise pushed onwards, his heart nearly leaping out of his chest with the amount of adrenaline pulsing through his body. He knew this was the chance of his lifetime and he couldn't let him get away, his hands were practically itching to act, ready to grab the hilt of his sword or his bow in a heartbeat.

The dark figure paused in a moonlit clearing as Rise stopped, crouching in the cover of a nearby tree. He slowly drew an arrow from his worn leather quiver, silently taking aim. His heartbeat hammered in his skull as he drew the string back to his cheek, closing his brown eye and lining up with the target. Everything was silent for a mere second as his fingers let go and his hand dropped back down to his side. Rise never missed.

[pilotlight]

username:
Owl Trowel
partners?
Leopardsong and Roobuzz

kalon's name:
Heather

kalon's gender:
Female

this kalon seeks revenge- why?
family heirloom was stolen

design this kalon's weapon
some sort of stabby weapon, decorated with a family crest

bonus action: (1 extra, can be 1 art or up to 900 words)

[bellidan4234]

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Garth Ronye
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Garth's main weapon is a double-edged katana attached to a brown belt around his waist under his armor. Garth prefers to use this weapon more than any other, as it was a gift to him after he finished his guard training from a teacher who favored him over the majority of the students. It was made new and customized to suit his familiar colors and shine, his double-edged personality, and his fast but powerful fighting style. There was no doubt he'd always loved to use it. In some cases, however, he also uses sais, mainly for surprise attacks or when being ambushed. Most of the time he still uses his katana even when in stealth mode, because he's very attached to it. (both images drawn and designed by me)

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**Okay bear with me, I wrote a really long-ish story (4041 words long I think) to explain why he seeks revenge! I might have gone too overboard, but a lot of the details I write do help to explain why by the end! Plus, I had some really good world building ideas I wanted to include that help set up Garth's motivations! But, since it's so long, I decided to forfeit my bonus action and include those 900 words as part of all the unnecessary things I just wanted to write in my story to make it more entertaining! I really hope this is all right with you and is more fair to the other contestants. I just really love this kalon and just kept thinking of cool ideas that I wanted to use. Also, another thing I just wanted to mention is that I plan to buy myos for Aneta and the mysterious kalon if I win the competition. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my story! ^u^

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I could have been your everything, but you never wanted that. You never even thought of that, did you?
Now I must do what I need to survive. So, that’s why it turned out this way. Why I can’t come back to you even if I wanted to.
I’m sorry, Aneta.



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I’ve lived in blindness for too long. Now I see how easy it is for everyone to turn on you, to lose faith in you even when you’ve dedicated your life to them. I won’t make that mistake anymore. With that, Garth left the villa hastily for the road, praying he hadn’t been spotted yet, never to return until his revenge was ready. They would regret ever doubting him.


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The town of Aisling: a small but hopeful place, full of opportunity and in need of defending. Finally out of required guard training, Garth Ronye chose to enter the little town to protect one of its young new leaders, Lady Aneta Jolene. She was still only a teenager at the time, as was he, but he had heard stories of her accomplishments on his travels to the village and even while in training. It shocked Garth to hear how much a seventeen-year-old kalon, even if somehow connected to the royal line, could do for even a small place like Aisling. Frequently on his journey, kalons would talk about how she brought peace to the surrounding villages, all except Emelle (who were outright stubborn anyhow). Somehow, according to those other travelers, the lady convinced the villages and her own to create a council to discuss affairs and to open trade with each other. Despite living in competition and rivalries for years, kalons believed she had done what seemed impossible—connect the towns.

Sometimes, kalons would even describe her as an angel with a gift to bring tranquility to Aisling and the other villages, but Garth laughed off anyone who said that. He knew fellow guards loved to exaggerate in order to produce a grandeur story; his superiors did it all the time to keep spirits up within the trainees after tough scrimmages and training sessions. Garth was convinced that good storytelling was a requirement from a guard as much as being able to defend righteously, as that was one of the only ways to keep kalons happy in times of crisis. Since guards always needed to step up during a crisis, this was their job. But they themselves sometimes needed strength so they would succeed, so they needed to tell stories to each other to lift themselves up and stay calm, too.

Despite the exaggeration of his peers, Garth was curious and wanted to see the blossoming town and its increasingly popular “leader,” who probably wasn’t even in charge and probably had little to do with the peace treaty among the other villages. However, it still intrigued to see how accurate his peers’ stories had been and a little hopeful that it was true. He hoped that there was someone out there doing extraordinary things just to improve the quality of life among her people rather than just rule over like anyone else with power would do. Garth himself was more interested in protecting the common folk than someone in power, but that was a little unheard of. Many of the guards he had met couldn’t care less about protecting others and just wanted to be closer to royalty to be higher up in the power food chain. Of course, he had met many good guards as well, but the increasing amount of guards just out to rule over others sickened Garth. To him, the point of being a guard was not simply to fight or be close to the power every kalon guiltily craved. It was about saving those who couldn’t save themselves, and more often than not, that was the commoners. Unfortunately, guards were most often employed to protect the royalty so they could rule their village without worry. Garth hoped maybe this lady could be a change to that system and he could actually do some good as a guard rather than watch the innocent die just to protect the corrupt and guilty. Even if he was strictly assigned to protecting her, she might be good enough to help the village anyhow rather than sit on a throne.

So Garth chose to be stationed in Aisling and marched onward, hoping it was the best place for him. Hopefully, it would be a glimmer of light in a dark, cold tunnel of a corrupted world.

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Surprisingly, Lady Aneta’s personality completely differed from what Garth imagined. Deep down, he thought he was being too hopeful to expect anything out of her. All rulers seemed the same, sitting on their high chairs, smiling mischievously at everyone under them behind closed doors. When he lived in Odalion (Oh-doll-lee-on), the king always acted on top of the world, like he was a god. It bothered Garth, but he had to stay in that city so he could become a guard, so he learned to deal with it. Obviously, when he found out that Lady Aneta couldn’t have been any more different from that, it changed his perspective quickly. From the day he reached Aisling, she was nothing but kind to everyone. It was hard to believe anyone could be so nice, especially with the somewhat irritating townspeople, but somehow she always had a smile about her.

Even in their first meeting, Lady Aneta greeted him with the same amount of energy as if they had known each other for years. When he first encountered her, he had just stepped into the village when he saw her laughing with the baker and eating delicious cake. She noticed him at the entrance of the town and she stood up and waved.

He came over and introduced himself formally, but didn’t expect for her to be the lady herself. “Hello there, ma’am, I am Garth Ronye. I am a new guard here to protect Lady Aneta Jolene, do you know where the estate is?”

Aneta laughed casually, finding it odd that the first kalon he saw was the one he was looking for. “Oh well, you don’t need to go to the villa just yet, because you found her! I’m Aneta, nice to meet you Sir Ronye.”

Garth was taken aback by how friendly she had been to him, but he kneeled in front of her anyway, to show his respect. “My apologies, Lady Jolene. I didn’t expect you to surround yourself with non-royal members…I guess that was a bad assumption on my part. In Odalion, that’s how society is, for better or worse, and I figured the same thing happened in other places of the kingdom. Anyway, it’s nice to meet you too. You can call me Garth, by the way. I’ll always be here to protect you.”

She touched his shoulder gently. “Well thank you, and as much as I appreciate the sentiment, you don’t need to be so formal. If I call you Garth, you can call me Aneta. It’s only fair. We’re both kalons; we’re both equals. And I assure you, I don’t really need protecting. My father just insists I have a guard with me.”

Afterwards, the two began to talk about their lives and hit it off right away. It was so pellicular how much they had in common. Though they had lead drastically different lives, they still had the same urge to protect and help others. Soon after several experiences with Aneta, he noticed how much she cared about the common folk and all the effort she put into helping them as best she could. Garth didn’t even need to ask to know it was true that it was Aneta who brought the surrounding villages together.

Years passed, and Garth and Aneta’s friendship only grew. The two became peas in a pod and thick as thieves, despite they had troubles to deal from outside threats and sometimes internal issues. Garth had become a spectacular guard, even though he knew Aneta most of the time could take care of herself. Still, it was easier for him to hone his skills to use as a distraction from one of his internal issues—his feelings for Aneta. Undoubtedly, he had been falling in love with her. At first, he ignored his attraction to her, as she was, rightfully so, a lady, but he was just a guard. He had no royal blood in him, and usually members of royalty had to marry other royalty. Eventually, however, he could no longer ignore his feelings for her, especially since he almost always had to accompany her. Though he had to be around her almost all the time, he still liked it that way, even with his feelings. She was just someone everyone would want to be around. Unfortunately, Garth always bailed out of telling her his feelings and tried to hide them, as he ultimately was too shy to say anything to her. Although he could not build up the courage to tell her, he ironically directed his love towards being a better, stronger guard for her. He began to train more and more and also tried to make sure she was always happy and healthy, without being too overprotective. He knew she wouldn’t like that, and somehow he knew he was trying to impress her with his efforts. She never caught on, however, or if she had, she didn’t say anything to him about it. But for a while he was fine with that.

Over time, he only fell in love with Aneta more, but luckily he finally gained enough courage to tell her the truth. It was a cold winter night, but Aneta was finally returning from a trip to Emelle and Garth couldn’t wait for her return to tell her what he had held back for so long. She had been gone for nearly two weeks and Garth just couldn’t wait to see her again. Garth couldn’t go with her, as she was with her father, so Garth had to stay behind and guard Aisling. Though the request was reasonable, Garth still hated having to be away from her so long, but at least he had drawn up courage to tell her his feelings for her.

Garth waited for nightfall, afraid someone else might overhear and spread the rumor like wildfire. He approached her when she was in the music room, her favorite place to relax after dinner. Luckily, Garth’s own room was fairly close to that room, so he had less of a chance of being spotted. He quietly rushed to the music room and opened the door. Aneta was playing a soft, wistful melody on the piano, but she stopped when Garth entered.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to stop you, Aneta.” He twirled a strand of his hair, nervous to let out how he felt after all their times as friends.

Aneta sighed in relief. “No, no, it’s all right Garth. It’s good to finally see you again. I miss Aisling, and I miss you.”

“I missed you too Aneta, more than—“ Garth paused, glaring at her left paw that had a sparkling jewel attached to it. A ring.

“Oh my god, you’re getting married?!” Garth starts to sweat in panic. He was probably Aneta’s best friend and thought he would’ve been the first to know if she wanted to marry anyone. Why hadn’t he known already? She never hid things from him, so how didn’t he know until now? Why didn’t she ever say anything about someone special in her life? It never seemed like there was someone, he was sure she was single! Now he felt pretty foolish for letting his own feelings grow when she clearly wasn’t even interested.

Aneta didn't meet his eyes and instead looked down at the piano. “I just found out during my trip in Emelle. Both the estates want to have peace, but they think the best way to compromise and build stronger foundations would be to unite the two cities as one large metropolis to make us both more popular and well known. And for some reason, my father thinks there should be an arranged marriage between the young, single lady of Aisling and the young, single lord of Emelle.”

Aneta started to cry small, soaking tears and Garth embraced her in a hug and held her for a while. Garth started tearing up as well, hating to see her so upset about something she couln’t even decide for herself. It still relieved him to know that at least she hadn’t fooled him this whole time by wanting to be with someone else, but...

“Why are you crying, too?”

Garth pulled back and gazed into her soft eyes. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want, Aneta. I don’t want you in any relationship that you’re not comfortable in. You shouldn’t marry someone you don’t know and don’t want to marry just for the sake of unification. It’s not fair.”

Garth was mostly telling the truth, and he certainly meant every word he said. However, it still hurt him to know that they could never be in a relationship and he couldn’t tell her everything now. He couldn’t bear to hurt her more by telling her how he felt now, since there’s nothing in her power that she could do. She had to marry this other lord. She had to stand up for the village and unite the two. Allies and peace were better than war between the two just because she declined, even if she had good reason. Plus, he knew her. She’d never let anyone else suffer, especially in her own town, just to let her heart be happy.

They stared into each other’s eyes for a little while longer, until Aneta hugged him again. She embraced him tighter than he had, as if they were saying goodbye.

He patted her back. “Hey, don’t worry, I’ll always be here for you.” Even if he couldn’t ever be her lover, he could still be a supportive friend and her protector. He could show his love in other ways than affection. He could be her hero. Her husband would never take that from him.

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Aneta and Garth both began to spend even more time together, as they both feared they would grow distant somehow after she married the lord from Emelle. Their time together, however, was short lived because her fiancé came to visit that weekend and he wanted to spend time with her.

Immediately when Garth met her fiancé, he disapproved of him and began to hate him. He was like all other typical royalty in the way he acted. An annoying, careless snob that clearly didn’t care what happened to either town, only if he was getting something from it. He was going to be given love, a powerful emotion hard to come by, from a beautiful kalon no less, and yet he treated it as if it was just another gift to like for a time but never truly appreciate. Garth, reasonably, couldn’t stand the guy. It especially pained him that Aneta had to deal with him. Sure, she was selfless and would try her best to smile, compliment everyone, and lift anyone’s spirits, but being friendly and being a wife were different. It was clear to him there was more in life that she wanted than to be handed off for someone’s use, and she deserved it more than anyone else. Aneta instead had to live a fate she never wanted. That tore Garth apart even more than how much he wanted to be with her, and how much better he would be taking care of her and letting her live the life she wanted. He would be her guardian angel, and she would lead the way. But for the sake of ending a bitter relationship between Aisling and Emelle, she was stuck with the kalon who couldn’t care less about her. Some peace.

Garth wished her fiancé could have been at least somewhat tolerable, but that obviously was not possible. Or maybe he was acting too petty. Garth wasn’t so sure, but he felt he wasn’t too far off for thinking her fiancé wasn’t a good fit for Aneta. He could tell she didn’t want to be with him either, but she hid her irritation better than Garth. Apparently, Garth wasn’t the most subtle kalon ever, and Aneta caught onto his resentment of her fiancé, and it bugged her.

Aneta confronted him alone in the hallway after they ate lunch and her fiancé was still in the dining hall. “Garth, why are you acting so hostile to our guest? He’s my fiancé, whether or not anyone likes that, and he's not so bad,” Aneta was sure she sounded unconvinced, so she added more somberly, “and I thought you were better than this.”

Garth wasn’t sure what to say. “I-I…”

Aneta walked away back into the dining hall, and Garth went back into his own room to think alone. He knew he had to fully explain everything and confess the truth. About how he so badly wanted to be with her and that it wasn’t just him upset that she didn’t want to love her fiancé. About how he needed her to be happy, and especially happy most with him. How he wouldn’t stand to see her marry anyone that didn’t love her like he did.

Garth vowed to tell her that night, when she was by herself. He hoped for the best.

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But hope only goes so far sometimes. Garth dragged himself up to her bedroom, shaking from how she might respond, without his armor and weapons to seem more sincere and have less weight on him. But as he climbed the staircase, he heard strange muffled sounds of a struggle coming from inside her room. He rushed into the room without thinking, worried that she was being attacked, only to remember he had no weapons to fight off the threat. He knew she had a dagger somewhere in her drawer, but before he could look for one, a dark, hooded figure slashed at him a few times. The sting and pain over his left eye and other places on his body made Garth lightheaded and fall to the ground. The hooded figure dropped his dagger into Garth’s paw and escaped out the window before Garth could react, with a piece of cloth coming loose and getting stuck in the window.

Garth picked up the cloth, but he realized afterward that he was standing in a pool of blood. A pool of blood, with what obviously was the murder weapon in his paw, as it was covered in… the blood of Aneta’s fiancé, who was lying dead at Garth’s feet.

In a split-second, Aneta swung the door open wider and turned on a light. “I heard the noise from the bathroom! Are you o-k-a-y-y-y…Wha-at… hap-pen-ed…!!??!” Aneta stood there, stunned and frozen stiff out of fear and confusion. “No, … No, … NO, NO NO! NOOOO!! HOW COULD YOU GARTH?!” Somehow, Aneta’s paralysis wore off and she ran off to get her father.

And within what seemed an instant, they locked up Garth before he could even explain himself. Explain what actually happened. But they left in disgust and fear before giving him a chance to say anything. For a while, Garth sat in the dark, in a cage, truly alone. He sat there for hours in the bitter night, unable to sleep. Finally, the restless night finally peaked and the sun began to rise again. Aneta came back in the morning, and Garth was sure her initial shock from the event was disappearing and she was finally starting to see reason that it couldn’t have been him. But rather than talk to him about it like he thought, she had already given him a verdict and sentence. The town was going to execute him at noon, with her and her father’s permission. He looked at her, his love, in sincere shock. How could she think this was his doing? She should have known right from the start something was off, because she knew he would never do something like this. He defended kalons, even those he disliked, he didn’t outright murder them for no good reason. Sure, her fiancé was clearly going to be a terrible husband, but he didn’t deserve to die, and the marriage at least would’ve settled peace in the towns. Garth knew that. But then he looked down at his paws, stained with dry, dark blood and holding cloth and a weapon with blood on it. His whole body was scarred and stained. He looked like a crazy murderer. And how he acted towards him; how he disappeared for hours right before the murder. How could she not, when all the evidence pointed to him?

Still, he thought she might give him a chance to redeem himself, to prove that he wasn’t at fault. He at least deserved a questioning, but no one wanted to talk to him. Though, it did make sense. She basically saw him, her best friend, murder someone that was going to marry her; there’s no way she could even look at him the same anymore. Especially since she was never one to live in denial.

So there was no doubt. This was the end of his life in Aisling. No one would ever trust him again, and he was about to be killed, without even getting a chance to say any final words before he would be dead. It angered him how unfairly he was being treated, although over several years he had done nothing but help Aisling. And here he was, about to be executed.

When noon arrived, some other guards came and they tried grabbing him, but Garth wasn’t ready to die for the injustice done to him. He was framed and innocent, but he was only seen as guilty. But he knew no one would listen to him long enough to believe the truth, so he fought his way out of their grasp and ran away. Sure this would make him seem more guilty, but it was better than being dead. Garth disappeared into the woods, but that night he did come back to sneak in and get his armor and weapons and leave a note for Aneta. It sounded resentful, but Garth was sincerely heartbroken by how things ended between them. But he couldn’t stay.

He had a murderer to catch. Garth already had two pieces of evidence to help track down the hooded kalon who killed the lord of Emelle. The fabric of the hood and the weapon the kalon used to kill him. He wasn’t sure why the kalon wanted to murder him, but he figured one day he would find out. What was more important to him wasn’t avenging the lord of Emelle’s death, nor was it to prove Garth’s own innocence. He really wanted to go after the mysterious attacker in pure revenge, as the murderer didn’t deserve to live in sadistic happiness while Garth, Aneta, Aisling, and Emelle had to suffer. Even though Aisling had wronged Garth too, he wanted to cause pain to the attacker first. He ruined Garth’s perfectly fine life.

But that was not to say that he hadn’t start planning his revenge on Aisling while he searched for the murderer. The townspeople had no faith in him and quickly turned on him without even thinking clearly. They all ruined his life too, and deserved something for it. Over time, he grew to hate his old self for being so naïve to think the town cared about his contributions as a guard, since they didn’t even think he might be innocent. And yet, he still had a soft spot for his old love, even though she practically played judge, jury, and executioner on him and that almost ended up killing him, an innocent victim of a heinous crime. But she was just doing what she thought was justice, what was right. He couldn’t blame her for being who she always was, even if it meant losing her best friend. Still, he vowed to get revenge on her someday, too. Or maybe he might just spare her mercy, rather than see him become a monster.

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username: Strudel

partners? Mint Chip with the mage kalon.

kalon's name: Waylon

kalon's gender: Male

this kalon seeks revenge- why?

Waylon wasn't always a fighter. He didn't always risk life and limb against the forces of the Dark Presence, or the Witch of the Mist in the name of vengeance. To understand what took him down the path of blind rage and wrath, you have to know how things were before he was overtaken by fury and the desire to take revenge on his enemies.
There was a time, many season ago now, that his biggest worry was providing for his younger siblings through the winter. He was still a boy himself, no older than sixteen. His mother had died from childbirth, giving life to his younger sister Meredith. As for his father, both he and Waylon's younger brother John had taken to an illness shortly after Waylon's thirteenth birthing day. Only John recovered, their father having succumbed to the illness.
Now his brother was barely twelve, and his sister eight. While John was strong and helped how he could, Waylon's burden was still great.
It was for this reason that he had to seek work wherever he could.
It was on the cusp of winter now, and Waylon was growing desperate. He knew he couldn't keep this up, he was starving trying to keep his siblings fed. He had to stay alive for them. Fortunately for him, he was large, strong. Perfect to catch the attention of a passing nobleman and his daughter.
They wanted an escort through the valley and through the marsh just beyond. Waylon had grown up there, and it was obvious he was a strong lad, so they thought he could provide the guidance and protection they were seeking.
"I'll pay you in coin, boy." the noble had told him "You're strong, and you look like you know your way around a weapon." he motioned toward the scar over Waylon's eye, which had been from a farming accident that summer as he worked as a spare hand, but he said nothing of this and simply nodded.
"Good. If you do your job, you'll return home with more gold than a young man like you would need. Meet us here in the morning."
He handed Waylon a small sum of gold "Please, take this as a token of good faith."
With that, Waylon made his way home, dawning his father's armor once he arrived home and taking up his father's mace. It was not impressive, utilitarian at best, but he wrapped his mother's feather charms around it for good luck before taking his siblings to the farmhouse he had worked at. The couple took the two children willingly, declining the gold as payment. Still, Waylon left the gold with one of his siblings just in case before gathering supplies he would need in the morning.
The next two weeks were spent mostly trudging through swamp lands, but when it was all said and done, battered and bruised from animal attacks, Waylon was in one piece and the nobles were safe where they needed to be. They thanked him for his service, asked him to continue with them, but he declined. He had his siblings to think of after all. The gold would ensure they were safe for many more seasons, and he thought that perhaps he could do something like this again if that same couple were willing to take payment to watch his siblings for longer. He knew now he would make a good guard, and the money could pave a way for a better future for his siblings.
Or so he thought, as he made his way back home.
Without having to watch the nobles it took him half the time to make his way home. But... there was no home to get back to.
The valley was in ruins.
All that remained of the farmhouse was ash and smoke, everything was gone. His brother and sister, they were dead along with the kind couple who had been watching them.
It took no time at all to find out who's fault this was, who the townfolk blamed for the calamity. The witch though that was charged with the crime, she was already gone. Run off. Her house in ashes, just as the farmhouse had been. He cursed her name, and it was then he knew... he knew he would get his revenge against her, and against the conjured spirit she had brought to their plane. He would kill the creature somehow, and take his revenge upon the Witch of the Mist, as he learned she was now called.
He used the gold to commission a mighty mace, a mace worthy to take down the witch and her beast, a mace that he was promised could disrupt magic, as it's handle was made from the roots of the witch's home. He took his mother's feathers again and tied them to this new mace.
This is the path he had chosen, the path of blood and pain. He would have his revenge, and he didn't care now what it would cost him.

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“Tell me where to find the Witch of the Mist." Waylon said, sneering to the young witch in front of him.
"I can scent her, I know she's been here." he added, his voice more of a guttural growl as he spoke in low tones.

The witch gulped, nodding quietly as she looked to the mace in front of her. She could smell the magic coming from it, she knew it was too strong for her protection spell to stand against.
"I'll tell you where she's went, but please reconsider tracking her down. She's harmless, she doesn't even have any magic of her own. She's no danger to you or-"
Waylon cut her off "Haven't you heard the rumors?" he questioned "Don't you know what she's brought into this world. She deserves to meet justice."
The young witch hung her head low, and told Waylon where he could find her sister witch, headed toward a town a few miles down the road. Waylon removed his mace from her vision, and thanked the witch sweetly.
"Your help is greatly appreciated, young lady."
Not that he was any older than her, he wasn't even seventeen yet. He had been hunting the Witch of the Mist now for six months, tirelessly. He was more battle hardened than before, stronger. He had fought sorcerers and warlocks, threatened witches and wizards to track her down. Seen horrible atrocities committed by the creature along the way. And now, he finally had her.
It was easy to pick up her scent on the road, she didn't try to cloak it at all.

Waylon caught up to her in a matter of hours Priscilla, it's really her. he thought as he looked at her through trees on the side of the road She's so small, how can I be sure this is her? Surely this is a mistake. even from here he could see her young face, she looked like a child. He could see her goofy bucked teeth, and he could see the small raven on her shoulder This can't be her, it simply can't. she didn't look like she could harm a fly.
Waylon might have continued searching if he hadn't caught her scent. The scent he despised more than anything in the world apart from the smell of burning fur and skin-- the smell of his siblings' death It is her... the witch is more crafty than I could have known, hiding her wickedness behind such seraph face. he growled quietly, this was his chance.

The raven's head moved, looking to his direction and nudged Priscilla. He could see Priscilla look into his direction. He froze for only a moment before bursting out of the trees, his mace in hand.
"You will die today for your crimes, witch!" he called out. They already knew he was there, he had to try to make up for that fact by a quick attack. He put his mace in front of him as the familliar turned into a wand, the spell the witch blasted at him deflected from it easily. He grinned at the shock on her face "Mistake." he said, charging after her once more.
Priscilla ducked out of the way, throwing her wand into the air. Suddenly the air seemed to change and the wand then turned into the form of a mighty wyvern.
Waylon looked to the creature in awe for only a moment before it gripped Priscilla in it's claws. He cursed under his breath.
"Afraid to pay for your crimes, Mist Witch!" he called out, his eyes glaring daggers toward the young female as she drifted up into the sky in the talons of the mighty beat.
"No! I don't know what you're talking about!" she called down to him "Leave me be!" she could see Waylon holding the mace back, as if to throw it Idiot, I hope it falls on his head. she thought as she saw him swing it upward.
The mace flew through the air, missing her by mere inches before descending down in front of him, landing just before his feet. Her fur stuck up on ends What does that boy eat? she thought before calling out "Nice try, muscle brain!"
Waylon growled "Come back down here and say that to my face, sorceress!" he called in response "Stop being a coward, and face me!"
Priscilla grimaced No way am I going back down there... she thought Something tells me that mace is very dangerous. as she thought this, her familiar spoke quietly "It smells of home." he could read her thoughts, after all "The mace, it is made from our home tree, the mother tree of the valley."
"You burnt down my home! You... you... big JERK!" she called down. Waylon could barely hear her now, but he could hear her accusation.
"Burned your house down?Your cursed tree? I didn't have to, it was already burnt to the base!"
Waylon couldn't hear it, not from there, but a small whimper came from the witch as she heard those words "I never... meant to... I just wanted to be... one of you. For once."
Waylon watched her disappear into the horizon, still in the tow of that mighty beast "I'll get her." he said quietly "I'll get her yet, nothing will stop me."
In his grasp, the mace quivered softly against his grip.

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kalon's name: Remo
kalon's gender: male
this kalon seeks revenge- why?
He had always been the smallest, the tree branches above seemed to be miles and miles above his head. As a child, he was sure he'd never, never grow to even his mother's size, as small and petit as she was. He hadn't minded back then. His mother always reminded him that even the smallest stars managed to light up the night skies.
Now, however, he finds himself surrounded by bigger stars who are unable to see his potential. They would learn, though, Remo would teach them. He would show them all his potential.

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