Orion Draketh's Story

Orion Draketh pushed open the door to the bar. The archer had a depressed look to him. No one saw his face, only two ever had, but the way he walked ave the impression. He was alone in the world. His companions killed, his parents deceased. He only had one purpose, he had to find his Family's bow. Only the feel of the Draketh bow would heal his emotional wounds. He knew that he could not find it alone. That's why he came to the legendary Gambit's Bar. No one in the bar looked like they would help him. Maybe if he waited he could find someone. Until then, he sat down at the counter and opened his book of enchantments and began to look through them. The grand book may spark interest in a patron. Either that or his ornate bow.

Orion Draketh pushed open the door to the bar. The archer had a depressed look to him. No one saw his face, only two ever had, but the way he walked ave the impression. He was alone in the world. His companions killed, his parents deceased. He only had one purpose, he had to find his Family's bow. Only the feel of the Draketh bow would heal his emotional wounds. He knew that he could not find it alone. That's why he came to the legendary Gambit's Bar. No one in the bar looked like they would help him. Maybe if he waited he could find someone. Until then, he sat down at the counter and opened his book of enchantments and began to look through them. The grand book may spark interest in a patron. Either that or his ornate bow.

Orion Draketh walked through the forest sulkily. He just couldn't manage to find his family bow. The single most important item in his family's history, and he couldn't find it. The clan Draketh's last remaining heir could not even claim his inheritance, his birth right. His hidden face formed a frown. He took out his selected bow. A bow made out of a rare wood found only in the Elven forest of Terra. He grabbed an arrow from his quiver, also acquired in that same forest. The arrows were also made of that wood, only 300 arrows of that kind existed. Orion owned 150 of them. He notched the arrow, pulled back the string, and shot the arrow into a near by tree. Where was his family bow? Until he figured it out he would come here and take his stress out on the trees.

Orion heard someone calling out. He went to retrieve his arrow. He plucked it from the tree and notched it. "Someone is here," he said, bow aimed towards the sound, "Friend or Foe?" The archer often called this before he spoke to someone in the woods. Even though if this person was a foe, they would have most likely struck him down. The call was more of a courtesy, like before, a foe probably wouldn't ask. "If you are friend, show yourself!" Still, another call, to let this 'friend' know where he is.

"Good day," Orion said as he put his bow on his back and returned the arrow to his quiver. "Well, I have been there before. I know the way back to town, I'll take you if you wish." Orion, despite his current plight, would always help someone in need. He looked back and forth, although Violet could not see his face.

"Which Lake did you have in mind m'am?" There were at least two lakes in the area, as far as Orion knew. "Either way, I know where a few lakes are," Orion said with a hidden smile. "But before we leave," Orion outstretched his hand, "The name is Orion, soul survivor of the clan Draketh. "

"Alright then," Orion said kindly. "Follow me miss Violet and we will get you to that lake." Orion began to walk towards the lake, bow in hand. He spotted a bear earlier, and he felt that his bow would provide a little extra protection against a large animal like that. At least his bow would, being as incredibly well built as it was.

Orion had awaken in the middle of the woods after falling asleep in Gambit's bar. He began stumbling through the woods. As he stumbled along his head became suddenly clear. He immediately checked to see if his bow and quiver were still on his back. He was releived to discover that they were. He came to a path on which he saw a group of people. He remained in the thick of the wood. He watched and listened as the three conversed. His bow in hand he crept forward, slowly and quietly. He intended to learn where he was without being noticed.

The Dwarven Stout... A tavern. Not the best place to collect information. Orion decided that if he was going to gain what he was listening for, he would have to reveal himself. Orion stepped out of the wood and gave a small bow. The legendary Archer of Terra himself stood before the three. "Excuse me," started Orion, "But you folks wouldn't happen to know where on Terra I am?" The appearance of the Archer probably startled the group, but then to be asked a question about a planet that they may have never been to was probably another shock. The blissfully unaware Orion thought he was still on his home world. Perhaps even near his home of Wing City, but he was poorly mistaken.

Orion was put off by the talk of Terra. He was no longer where he belonged, he accepted that. When asked if he would guide the wielder of the spear and the girl to the tavern they had been speaking of he shrugged, "Why not?" He put his bow on his back. "Well, if I look familiar, it's probably because of my Archery competition record. The Aschen? I've not heard much of them." He did not keep up on the wars of the galaxy. "So, shall we go to this city of yours?" Orion was a bit impatient now that he knew he was no longer on Terra.

The city did not impress Orion. He was not sure any city could compared to Wing City, but the two taverns facing each other interested him. One of them ought to be better than that horrid plac called Gambit's Bar. With nothing to lose Orion asked, "Are we going to go inside the Stout, or are we going to stand out here and marvel at it's glory?" Orion's impatience showed once again. The longer he was in this world, the longer it would take to find his father's bow. Unless... Could it be possible that his bow was in this new world?

The planet by this point was mostly obscured with clouds and storms. The had rolled in starting from two places unseemingly connected; somewhere in the Weargtooth Mountains, as well as the Exalted Mountains. Before long Gaia transformed from a green globe to a gray one.

Lightning spidered across the planet to strike somewhere on Siv'en. It spidered again to strike, this time over in the Kadota Peaks. Again the lightning struck up in the Weargtooth Mountains. Purple sparks beneath the clouds sprung up for an instant over what was north Ellaria beneath the clouds.

A force grew stronger across Gaia, and as it did another force weakened. There was a quake - though barely able to be sensed, something deep beneath the ground stirred in Siv'en. The clouds there illuminated, sky breaking for a moment to reveal a valley bathed in light, before a great flash and the light dissipated, dark skies again closing in to obscure the view.

The dead star Eras shifted ever so slightly. Nobody but the greatest mappers of these stars, having had tracked them for a millennia or more, would notice anything irregular about the movement. It was slightly, oh so slightly, faster than usual. Eras's great mass moved fully into position, placing the great Soja directly between the dead star and the planet. With this stellar line formed, Eras' power could truly grow. The magical nature of the Chousin called to Eras, well within his grasp. He tested the waters, pulling power from the Chousin as he did the stones of the Iskjerne Viking settlers, of the Taiyou weapons, of the Whispering Woods and the Bez Daha Trees. He took a little sip, and liked what he tasted, and went to draw more.

Gaia called to the champions. Time was running out.

Eras finished his great move. In position, the dead star continued to drain life from the forces of spirit, magic, and power surrounding Gaia. The great alien structure was a main target for Eras. As he drew from the Taiyou ship, drew from the Viking's forged stones, drew from Gaia herself, and the sword far below, Eras grinned.

It was very faint, but a new light emerged in the sky. Not so much new as newly awakened.

Makshab wandered a lonely road far from home. His family had taken his new mission as well as could be expected. Though they were sad to see him leave, they understood The Call could not be ignored. He did not dare risk their lives on the open road, proselytizing to the pagan natives, and risk becoming martyrs. It was with teary good-byes that he left them in the hands of his brother to protect and provide for them.

One year. That was the oath he’d given them. He would return in time for Remembrance Day and the first harvest. If he did not return, then they were to wait for one moon before assuming his death.

He pushed those thoughts out of his mind. Makshab would heed Ha’Ari’s call and would trust in the path before him. If it was his fate to die for his god’s service, then he would submit to His will, but Makshab had faith he would be protected on his journey.

Makshab leaned on his staff and continued going wherever the road would take him.