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AYS: background

Ays thief ran away from home in 15 years to live an adventurous life: his family, in that distant and remote rural village, the days never spends. And most importantly, Ays did not intend to become a simple farmer like his parents, his many brothers, his uncles, his cousins, his grandparents, his ancestors ... Always, since I could remember, he knew that its existence was not tied to those vast and boundless fields, nor to his native land was devoted rather to explore of distant worlds and encounter with various creatures and unknowable for any villager. He was facing unimaginable challenges, such as, eg, robberies, chases, fights. Even growing up the vitality that had marked and made different from the other since childhood had been attenuated, indeed: Ays was more anxious every day and fights with her parents had become increasingly frequent.
The rumors about him in taverns by the country echoed to the evening market in the morning and had no more doubts: Ays was a thief. His ingenuity in preparing pitfalls, its ability to obtain secret information from others, his joy in overcoming obstacles and get around traps, its skill to avoid the dangers existing in games with other children in the nearby woods, looking furtive, stealthy step, rapid movements and quiet ... All these features are typical of the thieves seemed to loudly announce his future. The talk, however, bothered to Ays, as well as the endless nagging of parents and older siblings that not carrying out his duties in the house ever and was always around to disturb the public peace. And so the day of his fifteenth birthday, in the windy autumn morning, before the cock crow, Ays disappeared from the country without saying a word and without looking back: no one would miss. He had learned long ago to fend for itself and not to rely on his kind, especially when they, to redeem his indomitable character, had promised in marriage to an old carpenter from the nearby village. Anger at the injustice that was being weakened, however, had to make room for cunning, intelligence and calm in order to develop an alternative plan. There had been a long time to plan everything in detail: in his backpack, leather as well as some food and the usual strings, burglary tools and hooks, who had learned to use before you begin to speak, had hidden a Ays old baton found in the basement and much of the money and the savings that her father kept hidden in the wood shelves in kitchen to the dowry of his marriage. After that, bundled up in some clothes stolen from his older brothers and wrapped in a cloak to disguise better, the girl ran to the stables and it was appropriate unceremoniously the fastest horse on the farm: the sun had not risen at all that Ays as a piece of shrapnel had gone through all the villages in the area and was sent up into the hills, through the woods. The map that was able to get was not the best and the path was far from easy, but for the moment, it mattered little. It was crucial, in fact, lose his tracks forever and set in those first hours of flight possible more miles between you and the country. If it were necessary, would change the name and would even passed off as a man.
Ays was never able to say how many days he rode up and traveled continuously, preferring forests and avoiding known routes and roads have fallen into disuse: the hours you gave off were few and, even in those moments, slept badly and his sleep was restless . Do not ever stayed in inns, or stopped to talk to anyone, except to buy food. He stopped only when he realized he had reached a town very far from his house, mountains, lakes, rivers, forests and plains were now a thing of the past. Now, there was the sea to dominate the landscape, the beach, harbor, fishing boats and sordid ways in which smell lingered fish. Ays slowed his horse and began roaming the city, which grew larger as it went on: the language spoken was not familiar, but this is not pulled down in the dumps. He saw people dressed in luxurious clothes and walked to the tree-lined avenues, champions in their armor gleaming, beautiful ladies from hairstyles sublime, well-behaved children who were playing in the gardens with marbles. Apparently, craftsmen, carpenters, fishermen, weavers and workers lived in the lower part of the city and that part where she was definitely the richest area: the roofs of the houses could be seen painted ones that had to be one of the pinnacles Gothic castle. Ays could be mistaken for one of those girls with those beautiful clothes orange and red if it were not for his clothes, his boots and his clothes from the trip, things for which was now singled out by all passers-fearing, women began aside to let her go and the men looked at her with wide eyes, not understanding what he was doing a traveler battered and covered with dust in those parts on a horse black as night. Ays sniffed the danger and decided to change direction as quickly as possible, but the group was already approaching the Paladins with inquisitively, the hands of some else already put on their swords in the scabbard. She immediately noticed the golden threads that draped their garments and stones that adorned their arms and wondered if anything would be able to become proficient as a knight in combat and to finally be respected and not denigrated for what it was.
The meeting with her future teacher was very quick and sudden: Ays almost did not notice being dragged off his horse and to be carried inland by a suddenly dark, dark presence at his side, which seemed to rise from the ground the speed with which he ran. For the blast and the vortex of confused and overlapping images that you appeared before him (the wealthy first, alleys filled with stray cats and older), Ays lost consciousness. He awoke in a small room where the light filtered and badly, disturbed the creak of a knife on a grindstone and a few muffled voices in a few rooms away. Was surprised to see the man next to her who had brought her out of the way and his horse, but even more surprised to hear that he spoke the same language. For a moment, had the fear of falling into the hands of a bloodhound sguinzagliatole behind by her father and instinctively sought his backpack. He only calmed down when it was explained that this is the secret hideout of the thieves' guild and be saved from the clutches of the champions only because the man, thief, was nearby and had recognized in his eyes a spark that distinguishes all his colleagues. After hearing his story, he suggested to stay in the Thieves' Guild to be trained and to become his pupil: it happens, he just needed someone agile and clever as she's covering her shoulders, a kind of guard who had the task of learning the ropes. There were many other young students in the basement of the association who followed their teachers remained in the thieves den, or to support them in their missions. She was explained that the guild was an organization of which citizens and lords of the city were not to be aware, though they suspected the existence of a "school" and a circle of thieves. Finding no alternative, Ays agreed, and soon, thanks to the training and the fees that the master entrusted from time to time the most risky and complex, it became one of the best apprentices thieves: his training, however, took place in and around the city, did not take place in the wilderness ever since the teacher was aware of Ays that was on the run and was hiding from his people. In any case, the teacher was convinced that the girl without, apparently, a bit of fear, was now able to defend themselves and evaporate in the blink of an eye, if she were in difficulty, but, like all teachers, took care not to tell him. During the three and a half years in which Ays learned and gained experience in the field, the teacher became attached to his protected and realized I did the right thing the day had taken off from the clutches of paladins and knights at the time, the girl was so ready to become a thief, but if it had fallen into the hands of the Paladins, they would have reduced home immediately without have it run, once discovered the truth.
Now Ays had grown, and even if his physique gave him a fine not see, had become a woman in all respects and prepared to be officially accepted into the guild of thieves, a fundamental and decisive step for its future . In addition to putting aside bit by bit during those years, the initial equipment and to have demonstrated compliance with obedience to the master, Ays did not believe in any god and did not follow any ideals: his willingness to move forward was ruled merely by the opportunity. But the young thief was not the only one to be opportunistic in fact, when the teacher the opportunity arose to embark on an adventure that would have earned a lot of money, certainly not refuse and left forever, forgetting Ays of his training, of those years, his next promotion to a thief in all respects. If he could, Ays would follow and would go with him: his sudden departure a few days before the ceremony, so important to her, broke her heart. The teacher was not only a father figure to her, or just a teacher: over time, the feeling of admiration and esteem that Ays felt for him from day one had been transformed. Was enough for her to stay beside him as traveling companion to be really happy, thinking no more. Instead, the teacher had gone without her, he had abandoned and left to itself.
That posting was too sharp for Ays: he felt betrayed and taken around the time spent there, in what he had learned to call home, among people like her. Surfaced again and with an unknown force that rage that made her flee his country, leaving everything: Ays did not think twice, knowing he does not need to be part of a group of thieves to be protected and to feel somebody , cut the rope with its basic equipment and his few belongings the night before the big event. To avoid recognition, he cut her long black hair, who always flaunted proudly, giving her face sharpened to a different expression. With her hair so short and tousled and his eyes darted uneasily blacks that the minimum squeak behind him, was unrecognizable Ays for members of the guild. It was not necessary to be bound by the laws and rules of the guild of thieves, with their rituals, their gods, their customs: that the sect was narrow and had given all he could give a free and independent spirit as the her. If she had stayed, the guild would have poisoned her and she would dead even before they begin to live.
must not stop, though, and this time it was running away from a bunch of simple-minded countrymen: he was in hot pursuit of the robbers, who were chased until they were found. And the consequences, then, were the worst: Ays shivering had heard the cries that came from the dungeons of the mouths of traitors tortured to death.
After that Ays had finally lost confidence in his fellow men, especially thieves, and had very clear what to do with his life: there were many groups of adventurers, he would have found one and would be playing with new teammates to new missions. Again on the run, once again leading the race through forests, caves, tunnels extinct volcanoes: soon to come to the point of departure.

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The Return of Last Hero .. Dentch

Given the almost the end of our journey and the fact that NOBODY and I repeat no one has done the last Pov (very badly, the next campaign will be stramegaipersuperobbligatorio!) With the publication of Bg.

start with some excerpts of what MK;)

The child, when born, was given a fancy name for those who could read the source: "light from the mountain" could be the meaning according to the same ancient language Goeh'yama which is the name of the mountain above the village of Doun'vik.
In the region of Doune, in the "vik" or his own village largest, this baby was born in the first hour of the first sunny day after 5 weeks of ice and snow storms. It was the winter more rigid than ever living memory recall, and people enjoy in this land of great strength and no small waves. It was dawn and the sun unexpectedly intense lighting is the opposite side to Goeh'yama, emerging vertically from the great chasm that divides the slowly south of the great mountain. As soon as the room warms `rays enter through the small windows left vacated by snow and heavy curtains of the private, the mother gift is his life to this little child of the woods.
On the floor, on the skin and between the covers just before where the woman waited languishing and groaning, lying by only a small frugoletto, covered in blood, soil and leaves already dried. Thus I
born children of the Druids, although this particular still possessed a father, a man from the village, which until its very last breath I love `the woman never knew the age but with whom he shared love, happiness is an only child. `He was not surprised when her hair between her fingers that until just before he was stroking became as thin ferns, faded and then turned into powder when the child uttered her first cry. Moved
, sad and happy, his son `clean with his own tears, put two of dried leaves in her little arms and slender waist and drew him` the great wolf lying in the `little more on floor beside his only son that she gave birth that day. Finally, I call `the two infants according to the teachings that his girlfriend had shared with him:" light from the mountain "and" young wolves ".
Caljyama Doun'Hik. Usually they call Cal'nj Hik, Cal's essay in the valley, but more often Cal'manj, the mad Cal.

In the dialect of the valley, apostrophizes-literally-every person with the most marked characteristic, in its wisdom Caliyama ('nj) or absence (' Manji) although you should laugh or be insulted. But it was undoubtedly the knowledge that the young son of a druid had on plants, shrubs, berries, solar and lunar cycles, weather, growth plants and animals, rivers and hardness of ice, compact snow, rock strength, durability 'of a cave, age of trees and shrubs, `fertility of the land, the purity of silt and nutrients of the ashes, all inherited by his father, but according to a tradition far more ancient. Bugbear of

were enraged to kill a single parent: a group of madmen from the town to the south wanted more even split the large mountains just to get the most amount of mithril possible operation in which the village is obviously opposed. It was so `that the" citizens "stirred up bugbears of many tribes to turn against vik and usurp control of the mines also not sure of the` diverted to these creatures, also paid mercenaries who thought it best to bring along some kobolds and some goblins.
That which was excited in those days is remembered in the annals preserved in the "public room" of the library from the old Doqeon, master of the village, as the nights of the claw and arrows ", the village was attacked for 10 consecutive nights, using the weariness of the population, the fine view of the bugbears, goblins and the aims of the contempt for the lives of mercenaries. During the first sunset of the seventh night, Cal and his father's hut located far outside the town, was hit by one of the bestial tribes, and the man was still preparing to go down to the village premature and was overwhelmed by the arrival of the enemy. Lot `,` all right if lot. And he was also the better of the two explorers, but in spite of his temper and his desire for life, never reached more Vivio the village.
Three days later it turned her son, still young Caliyama, together with the army more strange that the village would never have imagined: the lightning from the sky illuminate that last night as the day of his birth and the soil itself seemed had inspired so many snakes, squirrels, mice and kept himself from the smallest creatures of Mother Earth to revolt against the usurpers. Birds of all sizes in flight clutching arrows and bows snatched the goblin. It was a night with the breath of the breeze and glorious dawn of the battle and all traces of the enemy `vanished among the trees and fractures of rocks.
The day of mourning was born soon after: the graves were dug, friends and relatives killed lying in them, and finally buried in the ground clear of Doune.
Caliyama was not in the country at that time. It was much more high above his cabin ransacked, at the foot of a cliff, his hands ragged and dirty the ground with his brother wolves had dug to bury his father. Last two tears fell on his face torn man before covering it completely. I entrust it to the `common genetrice and smiled sadly as she saw him at last with his beloved wife died many years ago.
Uyon'su Everyone knew, the young wolf Caliyama. Everyone knew
Caliyama.
But everyone ignored what happened in the days before the "Battle of the earth and light." The young
Caliyama seeking help from the `men who refused him, and the forest. Druids were the same to be found the sixth night after his departure, his face sad, but joyous eyes. They told him just as death is the largest wealth of the earth, the birth of its most powerful weapon. The young boy `intimately decode words and big tears flooded the eyes, cheeks and rigarono wet hands.
`It was then that I participate in the first ritual: the death and birth ... of a flower, which lengthens ` winding from the ground and bloom in a few 'twinkling of an eye, a corolla dark like the eyes of a man of Doune, and ruffled petals and clear as the skin of an adult who has always lived in the mountains. Shaking the hands of two creatures dressed in leaves and bark, was welcomed into the circle of Druidic order to share in Doune and early `secrets.

Volle, Because, always live in the hut where he was born and buried near where his father `. Never alone, always together with his brother, a young wolf yet of his own age. She cared for many years in the valley, mountains and people who lived or passed through that land. Discover
`` many things beyond the great mountain, past the step of Goeh, rough and cold in the highlands where proud clan of dwarves and men for generations were put to the test with the harshness of rock `. Unless

`Doun'vik again from the dead more complete than it consumes every living thing inside, and sucking the life scatter.
water is the spirit,
Vena narrow riverbed,
meat as Silver.
Death is burning the wicked intent.
The "dead burning" is almost blows consumption is the village in a couple of weeks if the Druids did not mandate Cal'nj and a select group of adventurers to find and eradicate the source.
Everything happened towards the end of a winter three years ago, when the days get brighter and cold air dries everything and you dry lips in a flash: witches, reanimated corpses, disfigured and deformed animals and a voice ... shrill, unnatural, like blood squeezed through the cracks of a rock, as compressed and life crumbled under the pressure of a spring. Three large scars on his left arm is all that is that now remains of that history, the mines were cleared and reopened, the village cared for and restored.
But then, his name still Cal'nj from one return to become more and more often Cal'manj, and the crowds Caliyama recommenced to live apart, maintain its plants and its animals, to share the cold and thirst with his brother wolf.

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Into the wind .. Ays

KOOS

In Youth my greatest desire was to follow in the footsteps of my grandfather. He was a mighty warrior for the King, with lands, horses and wealth. What attracted me most of the figure of my grandfather was his unshakeable will, his contempt of danger and his compassion towards the enemy captured. With him the kingdom prospered and reached the longed-for peace with other nations. The last image I have of my grandfather he is, now old, but still with a great desire to fight for his ideals riding his horse was going to deal with the hordes of goblins that had invaded the country from the north. Unfortunately, a little 'for age, a little' for Chance, never returned from the expedition. His companions saw him drop the weapon separately surrounded by those horrific beasts.
tried the night to recover the body of their leader, but were discovered and forced to flee, just as they were about to return the body. The only thing I have made up the camp (which Heironeous bless them) was his armor, armor plate with a beautiful embossed over the effigy of our divinity, the Supreme Heironeous, which is always praised.
The sword of the family, handed down through generations, forged by the dwarves for my ancestors was lost, probably looted by goblin survivors. I pray day and night because Heironeous hear my prayer, helping to recover the sacred blade. The sword had allegedly engraved above the name of the master forger who had created from pure steel, trucks, was on the pommel of the arrow Heironeous, as a warning to the enemies of the good.
At the time of these events had passed ten springs over my head. At that time it was time to decide my future. True to family tradition, I was welcomed with open arms in the ranks of the Knights of the Kingdom, the powerful organization devoted to the salvation of our highest ideal. In the barracks where I lived most of my childhood there was a big jumble of people, of all types and social position were the offspring of the highest nobility, always shy and quiet, hard-working to fight and defend the honor of their family, the children of the people, hard workers, always ready to welcome with shouts of joy the success of a company of their hero, and finally we were there, children of gentlemen and Boyars, knowing that our memory would survive only if our businesses were worthy of praise.
Moreover, for each individual there was a behavior drunkards, greedy gamblers, but also diligent faithful, pious and humble. All facets of our society were present in the parade, ready to defend with words and with the sword their ideals.
Among them was a class of its fighters, almost gave off its own light, they were so bright. They were all heavily armored, carrying shields and weapons drawn shiny. There was not one that was not as handsome as a deity. Called themselves the Crusaders.
Their mission on this earth, they said, was to follow the good and take it wherever he was needed, both with the blade with your voice. They used to talk before acting, with a good word for everybody, always ready to defend the weak and the oppressed. I've never seen a drunk or under the influence of some drugs, was always beyond reproach, but just did not care and never of their profit, but to assert their morality above everything. Much of their revered
Heironeous, the god of Valor. They were always ready to take on a look or to defend any oppressed people: implacable with enemies, not them I have never seen, however, deny the grace to a repentant criminal.

In them was a few drops of divine power, because their ability in combat were far beyond those of a simple warrior. They had the ability to treat a wounded ally touch, I've never seen patients who suffer from or because of an epidemic and was inherent in their innate healing power, which could be healed and for treating a patient by any type of illness, magic or natural. Almost everyone had a horse or a beast of burden: the animal always seemed more intelligent among his peers and was also equipped with certain innate powers in the legends that are attributable only to the angels of heaven or protectors. Needless

say: they were like my grandfather as a young man and I fell in love. Once
took courage, I approached them and asked if I could get in that I also so bright and generous. Unfortunately, the kindness breaks dreams. I was told, very politely, that you could not "get" the order, but you had to be called by the gods, who alone could give Heironeous in person or reawaken the vocation of an individual to do to become like them.
Unfortunately I came out devastated. I spent months crying on my bad luck. Became listless and tired, barely ate, he never spoke. The master knight was genuinely concerned about my destiny and one day he was talking to me. I still remember distinctly In his words:

"Hey Koos, life is too short to be wasted on broken dreams. You have to collect from your slumber, take fate by the horns and fight it. Only if you decide to do with your life what YOU want and it will smile or you'll just overwhelmed by the events and your name will soon be forgotten. "

Of course he was right. I spent five more spring to become stronger in body and spirit, praying every day that the Invincible Heironeous decided to count among its elected members.
Finally, after a night of prayer I got the call!
I sank exhausted on the altar and by mistake I dozed off. In a dream I appeared to be gold, with wings that sounded a trumpet of pure gold. In its wake a large group in the middle of heaven and Him Heironeous, I smiled and I held out his hand. Then, his voice booming, he said,

"Koos !!!!! I am Heironeous, the Invincible! I have long observed, noting the progress in your faith, your unwavering faith in the next, and your zeal in the fight to defeat the forces of evil. Now I'm in my ranks, to serve and protect anyone who asks for your help. From me reborn, ready to defeat the evil and its temptations. I received protection and power to better fulfill your destiny bright! Awake Koos and go to do wonders for you have been predestined! "

My joy the next morning was indescribable. Courses for the entire complex and of the military by jumping and shouting loudly. Courses by the Crusaders, he announced to them my vision! They were there, all gathered waiting for me. On their faces could be read only wonder, amazement and great delight. Heironeous explained to me that he had appeared in a dream to them, announcing the arrival of a child, destined to be great. This guy would come with a great noise, bringing joy into the hearts. I
clothed with white robes, they gave me a new sword and start setting my training from basic martial arts were highly developed in me and did not need other finishes. I instructed in the faith and dogmas of the invincible, with the hope that they would have been useful for me tomorrow.
I was beaming. More than ever I felt so full and satisfied, I was in my better days: the good of my vocation, combined with the dedication that I could put in the things they carried me beyond the normal human being: I was just extraordinary.
went by like five other springs over my head. I had made a handsome man: tall, blond and with an unwavering gaze, ready to rule over the good in my hands. The few times that my family was visiting the fort were to me great joy. My father urged me to continue my vocation, to be blameless and firm in the faith, my mother saw in me the characteristics of its stepfather, who had hit both the youth.
Reaching the twenty springs received leave from the fortress: the King himself came to give us the greeting, passing in front of us lined up perfectly: as an example of strength and incorruptibility were.
The ceremony, however, that most impressed me was made in the temple of Heironeous, where my great teacher, head of the order and dismissed me, I entrust my first try, my first duty towards the One. I could still return to the fortress whenever I needed help or advice, both materially and spiritually. The teacher said to me

"Go. That only takes you under his wings and you can never be afraid of the challenges that you do. Your path will be arduous and difficult the road you have taken, but I have no doubt that the Invincible has made a wise choice in receiving in its ranks. Her designs are inscrutable, but I'm sure that wherever he has always wanted to head you give your best, showing off your faith and your unwavering courage. "

I took with me only my clothes, armor I wore my grandfather's remains, his shield and sacred symbols Heironeous. In my backpack was only necessary to survive for a few weeks and the alchemist equipment that reminded me of the sweet moments of youth.
I left childhood and entered in the world as an adult, as a crusader, ready to bring the light of the good wherever it is necessary, ready to root out evil in all its forms.