Benalish Jenkins

Benalish "Ben" Jenkins, born to mother Kalia Burudi Jenkins and late father Asan Jenkins, who let his arrow hit his last target during the Sironian Ytharian civil war, defending the holy Sanctum of the Mother Asala, onto which arrows rained, almost ending the Jenkins line, if not for his wife bearing his child. She fled the holy city of Asalath to the north Holy Peninsula, wandering the area and villages until she wandered into the freshly built village of "[Redacted]" (due to explicit name), Settling there and bringing Ben to the world of Rathnir.

Kalia spent 10 years at the village, caring for the old, young, the wounded and maimed people after the civil war, she left us in her early fifties, leaving Ben in his 15th year to carve his own path.

The village slowly started to grow and got renamed to Omverlon, Ben spent his first 10 years as a carpenter, helping build the new High quarters, made of slate taiga mansions and the new Holy Fire Temple of Sakrelith. Dark haired, tall and a strong imposing figure, due to his hard work, most would probably look away from, but for those who know him, he is a caring and gentle soul, always looking to the reasonable and realistic view on the world, but not a pious and zealous person.

During the construction of the Temples higher parts, he fell down onto the prepared bonfire, the 30 ft drop should have left him broken, but only a small cut was left on his palm, people gathered and saw the droplet of blood turned blue, the builders got him off the wood, tended to the cut and continued their finishing work on the roof, minutes later the bonfire would be lit, but it didn't catch fire, 3 times they tried and helplessly watched at the sparks not catching onto the fat prepared.. They remembered the old stories of Sironian natives flailing to burn the fire in front of their temple before they felt the Creators will... until one spark flew onto the now dried blue blood droplet and a blue fire sprung up, lighting the bonfire. All others looked in wonder, and fell to their knees, chanting the creator's and prophets names. Ben stood there, gazed on the fire, he looked down on his bound palm, slowly removing the band, and seeing that the cut already healed. From that day Ben has been a devout follower of Sakrelism.

On his 25th birthday he was granted a permit to rebuild the Holy town of Asalath, that fell into ruin, forgotten. Gathering his carpentry crew and departing Omverlon, With the grant of Asalath in his hand and a backpack over his shoulders.

Next 5 years were spent building up Asalath and re-naturalizing the area of the Sanctum, as well as the Magranon's Valor Arena. For the first time in 30 years pilgrims started returning to the Sanctum, and visitors started arriving to the arena for its First monthly opening games, first a ice boat race was held, with Ben taking third place.

As a representative of Sironia and a Keshra of Asalath, he attended the coronation of Caeron Shae "sami". and other smaller neighboring events during the Astyllean empires era, mostly short visits due to the massive workload still upon Asalath

Founder of the Sironian Trading company with its headquarters located in his town, the area flourished, for no house was without food, clothing and money for small luxuries most Rathniri could only dream about, Ben took up Scribing down old Sakrelith texts and scrolls to sell and spread the word of the Creator, and the books were searched for, many orders awaited delivery, 2 complete volumes needed to be finished, one for the Sironian capital Azethvir and one for the Theio-Sakrelist ring city of Xom.. but the prosperity didn't last and the works never finished...

Not long after, Mercenaries arrived at a old fort nearby, naming the claim Free Castle. all diplomacy with them failed, not yielding a lot information for the Sironian government to their reason of being there. Citizens were warned on when the mercs planned to loot the area, by a whistleblower, they fled the town leaving no real valuables behind. On the day of the attack only Ben stood at the bridge separating the castle and Asalath, no army was sent either by Sironia or the Ukain alliance. Mercenaries advanced slower than expected over the bridge, probably puzzled by why only one person was on the other side, perhaps expecting a diversion and ambush, but nothing came, they sped up towards Ben, clashing into his shield, the narrow bridge not letting them pass by. It did take them less than a few minutes to get trough him for he was only one against four dozen attackers, with arrows and cuts all over his shield and armor, he laid on the ground still grasping his sword, but Maynophobias and Blaniis feet held him down, but no killing blow came. Ben prayed to the Creator to accept his soul and grant him passage to the light, for his deeds to Sakrelith were just... nothing happened, and he opened his eyes, the two mercs stood there for a few seconds, and pulled Ben up, puzzlement in his eyes, they said to him "You are worth more in life than death, may your god take you another time, for it is not now." They led him away from the now burning city and laying him besides a tree where somebody would find him. Grateful for their mercy, he did not seek revenge upon them. This marked the second fall of Asalath.

Looking down on Asalath, he swore to himself he would not lay another brick at that town, for Sironia deserted him in his greatest time of need, not a single sironian foot stepped near for days, already starving, Ben awaited his judgement, his eyes closed, and he fell asleep due to exaustion and hunger... A sharp thud awakened him, he was he laid in a wagons back, only one person in the riders spot, the persons head turned and Ben noticed familiarity, it was a old ex-Sironian named Red, for now, he was a admiral in the Borhammar fleet, and its honored citizen. the ride to New Loria City took a long time, and Red convinced Ben to seek refuge in Borhammar for they needed a person of his skills. Ben accepted since nothing else waited for him anywhere else, all his work burned, the holy town, sanctum, gardens and books now ashes and ruins.

Quickly he was accepted in Borhammar, for word spread fast that the Builder of Asalath, BridgeShield, Defender of light was amongst them. Work flooded Ben's table for many wanted his help both in construction and leadership, the second he left behind, but a roof, he would always build. His mother received one when she needed one, so Ben made it his life decision "Untill my last breath, I will give a shelter to any person needing one, may no soul roam without shelter and warmth".

On Benalish Jenkins: A tall man, Darkhaired and a workmans body, every woman looked his way, while every man looked away, for his figure was imposing. Sharp-witted and bright of mind, every task could be handled quickly and efficiently. Stubborn he was yet laid back, for many epithets adorned his name. Builder of Asalath, Mothers chose, Blue-Flame, Bridge-Shield, Third-Life-Ben or simply Ben, for he chose simplicity for life should be taken easily yet firmly grasped, for life was wonderful and he has been granted it for the third time.