Asarus Forov Epitchian

Diary Origins

I started my journey in a lake, knowing not who I was or my past. Swimming out of it despite my instinctual reaction to freak out, as I emerged from the water, I found himself at a port city in what used to be Kerkek. A kingdom with low activity but rich history. Coming to shore I found myself with an intense pain across my chest, looking down I saw the words "Kali Forov." It looked as if someone had printed it onto my body, I had taken that as my name for the whole part of Ratham I had existed within. This port city I had come across was named Fordor. Upon shore fall, I found myself at the feet of the Mayor, who had given me a home and loyalty. Upon my stay here at this port city, many merchants had come through over the years, yet I was always the only person out and about, that was until a group of bandits had found my home amenable to raid.

They had drug me out by my neck, putting a knife to it and demanding the mayor come outside. It had seemed prior dealings had been made with these bandits by this mayor, and as they had refused to come out my throat was slit and I walk dropped upon the dock. Driven my instinct and adrenaline alone, I have ripped apart of my leather jacket off and put it to my throat, hoping its toughness would be enough to stop the flow of blood. Once I had my neck wound secure I rolled away. 3 long years I spent in voluntary exile, learning the ins and outs of Rathnir and finding myself apart of a noble house, the Epitchian branch of the Di Italiant house. Returning to Forder to pack my stuff, as I had a new home and family which demanded my attention.

My Stay in Neu Misahr.

My stay in Neu Misahr was long and fruitful, however, my pretender claim to the household itself being revolted for without my consent and knowledge, with Astralium, the now exile of Neu Misahr, has held themself in the city hall and fortified it. Holding there and demanding the immediate abdication of Ok Epitchian and my immediate ascendance to the throne. I was pre-occupied and hadn't receive a missive about this until several hours later, after it had been squashed by mercenaries. While I had spoken about the potential of this outcome with Astralium, I had decided they would wait for my Shrek Mercenaries to be paid and apart of my retinue, yet they had... other Ideas.

Afterwards, I served as an advisor to my new... Father? Ok Epitchian. Offering my assistance in a rebellion of the Shrek peoples, yet they had disappeared from correspondence and I had lost contact. Having no idea what their status were I cut off all support and focused on improving Neu Misahr, assisting build the Epitchian Manor. While I had never been much for praise, I had still remained loyal to my house despite being foreign to its culture, religion, history and language. But soon enough, I began having visions of the Divine. Being slowly convinced to the cause of the peasantry.

Pecus Vindicta

A movement lasting a singular week and having a total of 2 people, Pecus Vindincta was my recognition of whatever god was communicating with me. Around this time, I had been living in an elven forest in the middle of the Emirate of Najer. (A forest in the middle of desert?) I forget the name of this city, but I had left it as I knew if I fought Najer, I would not live be able to coexist any longer. Setting up our base of operations in what I perceived to be a mining area in the ground, I had set up a claim and rallied by 2 soldiers. After various poorly organized raids against nearby towns we had pulled back to the Sanctuary, being confronted by Najer armed forces where we were force to disorganize and leave Najer effective immediately. This was a movement I entirely regret; the name didn't even make sense, come on now.

Lenoria

After this humiliation, I had disappeared to Lenoria. While still living in Neu Misahr, I had made that my official nation of residence. Deciding against having a permanent residence in a location as vibrant and in turmoil as Haven during the time of Uldarash once more. From here I immediately found myself being a head advisor, whilst not officially I had unofficially taken up the position as my loyalty was now to my new king, Enthu Lihon. Whomst seemed down on his luck with a fractured populace and war on the Horizon, I had acted as a correspondence between Enthu and his former wife and Queen, er name I have no recollection of, during the divorce. Before her 'rebellion' as she put it. It was more of a poorly organized one-person affair where the claim was warred and reentered into the fold.

After this, I had found myself as a Senator. Being elected twice and introducing several bills in my time of a surprisingly high quality, whilst it was accepted and ratified, it was not put into effect. After several meetings, I had found myself bored of the political life and went to become a mercenary. Hopping around from The Gentlemen lead by Shack, to the Buccaneers. After these excursions, I had found myself called in from a favor by shack, being asked to defend the Bardonian Capitol from war. Whilst I was unable to attend, I find myself glad I did not, seeing as Dorrasterrock was utterly destroyed. This was where I took a hiatus.

Return

My return was not a welcome one, whilse Aetheria had returned, a week after I celebrated, ADINO had given it up and handed it over to Ashai. From there I acted as a spymaster for the rebellion movement, collecting information and actually ratting out various deserters, before the cause was abandoned and I had been pushed back to Neu Misahr. Taking the finally constructed manor as my new home, as my last one in Forder had been robbed and all my 8 prot 4 dia sets stolen. I had taken another Haitus after this and have only just arrived to Abexillas.

Abexillas

As the world of Rathnir came to an end, I could but watch as my world was engulfed by the void. My body being consumed and incorporated into its swarm of black and nothingness. After what felt like centuries of my feeble corpse slowly moving through what felt like a thick oil, eventually I opened my eyes to a nightmare. Although, I had been awakened from my slumber by what looked like a burst of pure energy, heading straight toward me. Knowing no one would hear me scream I closed my eyes and accepted my fate, yet, as it hit me, all I could feel was its warmth and all I could see was its blinding light. This... Energy, communicated through the use of visions. Showing what looked like men in shadows beating what looked like a boy, no older than 16. As his screams echoed throughout the city, it was seen that no one would even look at them, instead going about their day, suddenly, a collection of voices, all vastly different but speaking as though they were a sort of eldritch chorus. "Darkness flourishes when the light recedes, when the light has been so lost in fighting amongst itself that is has been pushed back by those who would see the light gone." It omitted a loud boom as it ended it sentence, rage could be heard even through its calm demeanor. Suddenly another vision of a scheming council of lords, plans being drawn up to usurp the throne "Order and Justice must be maintained, this..." It emits the sound of a sigh in contemplation, stopping abruptly then speaking once more. "You! You will be my sword, yes? Deem it so and I will take you to a new land, a new start.. and new name!" I thought about it.. Thinking about the past, but seeing that everything is gone, I might as well try and survive once more. "I agree." I choke on the thick oil around me, "I will be your champion and wield my sword as to your will." As I spoke these words, I would see himself as if in a mirror, its energies and life forces entering me as I closed my eyes, “You will be my Champion… you shall be renamed as such.” It shouted. Soon, I arrived on the world of Abexilas, waking up on a beach ready to start my new purpose.