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Description: Warlord Prince. Summer Sky to Green. Played by deathsy.

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Abenar Vimeren
« on: Sep 15, 19, 04:43:42 AM »
The Basics

Character Name: Abenar Vimeren
Nicknames: N/A
Age and Birth Year: 794, 600 BP 
Race: Long-Lived, Eyrien 
Caste: Warlord Prince 
Birth Territory: Askavi
Home Territory: Askavi

Birthright Jewel: cut Summer Sky
Offering Jewel: uncut Green 

Role:  None at this time.
Faction:  None at this time.

Appearance

Play By: Oraine Berrett
Distinguishing Features:
   Abenar's back is a mess of scars from the lash.  These wounds are a physical manifestation of his guilt over strangling his former Queen.  He does carry with him much smaller and faded scars throughout his arms, torso and legs from combat.  Though these are older than the ones on his back, it is his back that he puts effort in keeping as a personal reminder of his own sins.  Other scars he carries are wounds from superheated fire pokers, a scar from a letter opener having been driven into the fleshy spot between thumb and forefinger, and other little wounds and marks that make up his body.  The only portion of his back that is without any scars are his wings.


Personality



Personality:
   At one point, Abenar was a happy and friendly boy.  The man that the boy turned into is nothing like a younger Abenar ever thought he would become.  A seasoned warrior who fought and survived in the war before the Purge, he has kept his combat edge despite his wish to never go back to war.  He prefers seclusion and small gatherings where he is less likely to be worried about using his skills to defend or harm another.
   
   He is rather abrasive and short with others.  This is a defense mechanism to give himself a measure of space from other people.  It isn't that he generally dislikes people, he takes almost everyone as they are with little judgement beyond whether or not he can tolerate being around them.  Should they fall short of that simple distinction, he does not go out of his way to keep his intolerance unknown.  Often, this makes him a very direct individual, telling people his feelings without a care of whether or not they take offense.
   
   While a younger Abenar lived rather impulsively and in the moment, over the years, he has broadened his skills to be capable of looking more into the future.  Taking over a trade and making himself a lucrative business has allowed him to become more than just a warrior.  Learning the ways of managing a business and a household, he took to books and learning from those that know better than he does with a fire that often surprises even himself.  His time in Pruul lead him to learn and live more about and among the Landen then he had ever considered in Askavi.  This necessitated shift away from Eyrien superiority and prejudice, which in turn has enabled him to learn the ways of trade and survival within the desert.
   
   While issues of honor and Protocol were important to Abenar as a youth, those details have become less distinct as an adult.  He always treats those that would be deemed as his betters or lesser as equals.  The only exception being Queens who often receive the rougher side of his personality.  He is, when at his best, wary around Queens, like one would be around a stray dog that might be rabid.  This has caused him to run into issues with those who have always had a strict sense of Protocol.  Usually, those types of people Abenar just chooses to avoid when he can.  When he cannot, these situations often devolve into a round of insults and usually a fight.
   
   Abenar is also a man haunted by his past.  He knows the man he has become would shame his parents, and even the parents that had adopted him into their family would look at him aghast at who he was now.  It is a shame he carries deep within his spirit, and now as he looks towards the future he hopes that he can redeem himself in their eyes.
   
   His loyalty is to himself and those rare few who he has allowed to be close to him.  He has seen the results of blind loyalty in the past, and refuses to bow down to that kind of sentiment again.

   As a Warlord Prince, Abenar takes great pains to keep the violent tendencies he has under control.   This has been part of what has given him such an abrasive personality, as he swallows the rage inwards until he can get to a place to release it safely.  It has been so long since he’s had a Queen that could center his energy, that exercising and training is now a focus of Abenar’s life.  For the better part of his life after the Purge, Abenar has been taken a life of celibacy.  His needs for sexual pleasures overtaken by his desire not to let another person creep their way into his life.  When the Rut comes over him, Abenar has taken to diving into a means of violence with his career.  Stalking and pursuing game with reckless abandon.

   Despite being a longer-lived race, Abenar’s time spent within Pruul has given him a much greater call to act instead of waiting.  He is capable of thinking still in longer terms, but he can only plan out steps up to a year at a time now.  To other longer-lived people, Abenar probably comes off as impatient and overeager.  He has achieved more ‘living in the moment’ then he ever had as an Eyrien in Askavi society.  To that end, he always feels he needs to be doing something.




Likes:
  • Making Things By Hand

Death, pain, and suffering have tormented Abenar all of his life.  The wars he has been forced to fight in, the death of his adoptive parents and the best Brother he could have ever asked for have all left terrible scars upon his soul.  To balance out the pain of death, and even the betrayal of killing his former Queen, Abenar has taken to picking up small crafts that he could do by hand.  Jewelry making, wood carving, it doesn’t matter the craft as long as it was something he could do by hand while out hunting.  He recognizes that he is by no means an expert at these crafts without using Craft, but it isn't about doing it for money.  It is a thing of creation, not destruction.
  • Thunderstorms

While the rain was always soothing to Abenar at a young age, as he grew it was the strength and chaos of a thunderstorm that drew him in.  While meditation is beyond his abilities, especially because for him it always seems to boil down to little more than reliving his past torture, he does find great solace in reading or crafting next to a window during a rain shower, or running through weapons drills out in the middle of a storm.  For him, it is almost like he had Bonded himself to the storm as his Queen; as far as he is concerned, the storm is the only higher power he would willingly serve again.  While he has had to make due without wild Askavian storms in his life for close to two centuries, Abenar always took a week's vacation to Shalador for storm season where he could indulge more than just the too-rare Pruulian rainstorm.
  • Dancing

Abenar always had a deep enjoyment of dancing.  While not a pleasure he has found himself being able to partake in recently, dancing was the only thing he had picked up in his first Queen's court before the Purge that he enjoyed.  The one simple pleasure that had never been turned into something hideous and painful.  When he got lost in the music and could properly enjoy the dance, he found it was the closest thing to a proper battle in Court elegant halls.  Not even the scheming contests of words and wits could overtake the battle of bodies. It was a duel of each party showing off and putting the other on display in turn; the carnal nature of it always sent flames coursing through his veins.  The few times he had finds the opportunity to enjoy a dance here or there, he swiftly gets himself lost in the pleasure of it, forgetting the 'then' and the 'may be' for the here and now. 

Dislikes:
  • Queens

      The pain and suffering he witnessed and received first hand by a twisted Queen who forced the people around her to accept a Blood Bond was too much.  No matter how loyal he was, his loyalty to her had been rewarded with pain and fear.  In the end, as the Purge went through and sundered witches and warlords alike, Abenar felt the Bond slip from him like a noose sliding free from his throat, and he took his vengeance as he strangled the life out of her.  After that centuries-long ordeal, Abenar is no longer able to trust a Queen, any Queen.
  • War

      Abenar is a strong and capable warrior, but snuffing the life out of his first Queen has drowned out all of his desire for bloodlust.  While will still protect his home and those few he considers 'His' with his life, the mere thought of the amount of killing something on the scale of a war inflicts leaves a sour taste in his mouth.  Even should Abenar feel somehow as if another war was completely justified, he would make every effort to keep himself and others out of the fighting.  As he finds himself returning to his homeland, though, the stench of blood that the Askavi have spilled is overpowering.
  • Slavery

Abenar despises slavers, and anyone else who would consider binding someone against their will.  As one who has suffered like a slave himself, he goes out of his way to avoid interacting with or seeing people in chains.  He reacts with harsh abruptness to any slave trader, or anyone whom he learns owns slaves, and has been known to break the law to free someone when he is certain he can do so while escaping notice.

Fears:
  • His Bond to his Queen

Due to the pain he has witnessed, and his own betrayal of killing his former blood Bonded Queen, Abenar fears the natural Bond of Queen to Warlord Prince.  Despite this fact, he has always felt it with Cynairian, like a noose trying to tighten around his neck.  It was always his goal to protect her from afar, but never let that noose slip so tight he could not escape it if he must.  Now, even as he searches for his missing ward and Queen, he feels that noose growing tighter and tighter, and fears just what will happen when it can't tighten any further.
  • Reliving His Past

To heal the spirit of past traumas, one must be willing to face them and work until they no longer cause you harm.  Abenar, on the other hand, has no desire to even think about the blood on his hands, nor about the missing parts to his soul from his lost parents.  Or the way he knew the Yzairas’ would probably all stare at him in disapprovement for how he treated their daughter, who should have been his sister.  Abenar is terrified of looking at, and addressing his past. He knows what a distorted and painful mess it is, and runs from it as hard as he can.
  • Falling to the Twisted Kingdom

Through it all, Abenar knows how broken he is.  He knows the extent of how close he is to his chalice being broken.  It terrifies him, and it is only made worse by the subconscious thought of how his falling to the Twisted Kingdom would hurt Cynairian.  He hates feeling so broken, yet is just as terrified of trying to do what he needs to do to heal.  Now, it is everything he can do to keep others at a bladed stick's length away, and try his best to hold together his own wounded psyche.

Craft Strengths:
  • Physical Enhancement

One of the immediate strengths Abenar had learned after his Birthright in the Hunting Camps was how to empower himself.  Focusing his Jewel's power into his own body, he has found himself with the ability to move and react faster than almost any other person he has ever met.  This has allowed him to outrun Jhinka raids, and turn the tides by doubling back and striking lightning quick, before retreating once more outside of their range.
  • Item Enhancement

Items that Abenar makes with his own hands, he is able to make of a higher quality.  Normally, he uses this on the hides he has taken from his hunts to improve the quality, and is how he has made a decent living for himself on his own merit.  While this trait is restricted to items that he makes himself, but forever more those items are almost always of impeccable craftsmanship and quality.


Craft Weaknesses:
  • Hunter's Mark

Despite being a Warlord Prince, and Marking being a talent that should come easily to him, Abenar has never gotten the hang of Marking people to know where they are.  Despite his best efforts, he could never get ahold of the simple task. When his ward was younger, he revisited the topic with renewed vigor - after all, it was important to him to know where his Bonded Queen was, even if just to avoid her.  Unfortunately for him, he remained unsuccessful.
  • Weak Inner Barriers

Tragedy and torture have left their mark on Abenar's soul, and it has only been made worse by his refusal to even address the pains of his past.  Like creeping vines working their way through bricks and mortar to tear down castle walls, his demons have clawed and torn at his inner barriers, making them extremely fragile and leaving himself open to attacks against his chalice. Doing his best to compensate for this, he keeps his outer walls as strong as possible, refusing to let anyone in, and in turn refusing in turn to grow close to anyone in the centuries since the Purge.


Life Story

Family:
Mother: Evelian Vimeren, Opal to Sapphire Healer, deceased.  Born 3303 BP, died 595 BP
Father: Lorivar Vimeren, Summer Sky to Green Warlord, deceased.  Born 2746 BP, died 595 BP.
Siblings: N/A
Adopted Mother: Sarolin Yzairas, Tigers Eye to Purple Dusk Healer/Priestess, deceased.  Born 2463 BP, died 180 AP
Adopted Father: Tarenvar Yzairas, Summer Sky to Opal Prince, deceased.  Born 3211 BP, died 180 AP.
Adopted Sibling: Elder Brother, Dorinar Yzairas, Purple Dusk to Blood Opal Warlord, deceased.  Born 601 BP, Died 180 AP.
Bonded Queen and Ward: Cynairian Yzairas, Rose to Purple Dusk Queen.  Born 173 AP.

History:
Growing up before the Purge, Abenar Vimeren initially seemed to be graced with a good life. Born from the stock of a strong Eyrien Borderguard and a capable Healer, the young Warlord Prince was set to inherit his Father's strength, and his Mother's wisdom. Regretfully, illness swept through the village near the Dena Nehele border he resided in, laying waste to it and several other towns. While Abenar had been fortunate to fight off the beginnings of the sickness, his parents had not been as lucky. It was another stoke of fortune  that brought Sarolian Yzairas to find the youth as she came to visit a grieving sister who had lost her husband during the crisis. Taking pity on the boy, and knowing her own son was of an age, she volunteered to bring the orphaned child back to her home to raise with her eldest child.
   
It took some time for Abenar to come out of his shell and recover from the shock of losing his family. Dorinar Yzaris became key to beginning that recovery. Within a year's time, the two young Eyrien Blood became inseparable, and soon after began to get into all sorts of mischief. Through it all, no matter how rough around the edges Abenar was, the Yzairas family did their best to smooth those edges, and give him the childhood he deserved. Nonetheless, whenever the rain came to the small village in the sheltered valley where they lived, Abenar found himself sitting outside, missing his mother and father, and what could have been.

When the time came, Dorinar and Abenar went for their Birthright ceremonies together. The two brothers wouldn't have it any other way, even if Dorinar was a few months older than Abenar. Dorinar simply insisted upon waiting. They each stressed how much they wanted to do their ceremonies back to back. Dorinar insisted that Abenar take his ceremony first, and he would go last.  Upon his return from his descent into the Abyss with his Birthright Summer Sky, he found his adopted parents were just as elated as he was.  Yet, he felt a distance between them.  In his young mind, he didn’t recognize that his parents were waiting with bated breath for both of their sons to come out of the Birthright.  What Abenar thought was happening was that they were nowhere near as excited for him as he thought they were.  But when Dorinar came out and joined them with his own Purple Dusk Jewel, their parents were ecstatic, showering both of their sons with praise…

It was the happiest moment of Abenar’s life.
   
As the two went off the the Hunting Camps together, there were no longer the lingering hints of sadness in the young man.  Yes, he still missed his parents sorely, but he now really believed that he had a new family where he belonged.  Every week he would write home, going over the lessons that both boys had learned.  They both did well at their training, working hard at their combat and craft skills.  At Winsol, they both went back home and enjoyed the celebration as a family.  In this way passed the years of Abenar's life until after his Offering.
   
A year after their Offering, it was finally time for Abenar to step away.  With no Queen who called to him and claimed his heart, but an aching need to serve deep within himself, he separated from the Yzairas family.  After accepting a contract of service with a distant Province Queen, he began planning his trip and readying to leave his home.  His adoptive family helped ensure that the young Warlord Prince had everything he needed to leave and be able to support himself outside of what the Queen would supply him with.  At first, things had seemed to be great.  He seemed to integrate well with his Queen, and the rest of her court and inner circle.  Unfortunately, this brief period did not last long.
   
The Queen, Queen Maevian Orsiet was tainted and malicious.  Often pitting her Warlords against one another in combat trials for her court's entertainment. The victor was usually sent off to pleasure one of the Blood witches, while the loser was put through an hour or two of torture.  A measure to 'inspire them to do better'.  She gave an offer for all of her 'boys' to take on a Blood Bond with her, in a way that meant refusal would be handled most unpleasantly until they decided to agree.  For a century, he had served her, trying to be loyal despite knowing it would have been wiser to leave.  Never had Abenar been so happy to be given the charge to go to war for her, just for the opportunity to get away from this vile Queen.
   
Countless Eyrien men died during the war.  No matter even his best efforts in healing, Abenar could always feel the blood of his fellows on his hands, in his very spirit.  Every lost life was just another score against his spirit, another failure that he felt responsible for killing.  There was even a day, after one particularly bloody battle with heavy casualties, when Abanar had managed to find a small stream at night. He kept scrubbing at his arms and weapons, just trying to clean the blood off.  No matter what he did, he just could not get the feeling off.  For the years as the wars went on, even the missives his Camp received that conveyed victories on the various battlefronts could not bring him joy.  Especially during the times he returned to his Queen.  To a different kind of battlefield where even small failures had been punished severely.
   
Though not in the way it was for most of the rest of the Blood of the Realms, it was the day of the Purge that was the most destructive day to Abenar.  After a night ambush where his camp's supplies were burned and a third of their men were killed, he was selected to be the one who returned to Queen Maevian to give their report.  He was chosen as the fastest of the camp, the one able to make it to her Court and back to the front in the quickest amount of time.  Upon giving the report, he was punished with a hundred lashes for his camp's failure.  Ordered to keep the count, Abenar failed to keep count at the ninety-third lash.  Restarting at one, the strokes continued, and in his haze of screaming and pain, he never felt the witchstorm come.  When the next stroke never fell, and the haze of pain finally left him, Abenar began to recognize a sound he had begun to hear was screaming. Not his own, he slowly realized. A woman’s screaming.  Breaking free of his bonds, he sought the screaming woman, and quickly found her: the newly broken Queen Maevian writhing on the ground surrounded by dead and dying members of her court, and the forced blood Bond holding him as her captive finally, finally loosening.  It was then, in his own rage and disgust, Abenar let his vengeance loose.
   
And strangled Queen Maevian Orsiet until she joined the Darkness.
   
Afterwards, Abenar left Askavi.  For a while, he just wandered, keeping himself away from people for a few years.  It wasn’t until he found himself in a fight against several of Onn’s citizens that he thought he had found a place with the right kind of struggle he needed.  A place where he could try to do better than what the Eyriens had done to the land.  It was rough going as his interactions with the citizens of Onn were difficult at best, and outright hostile at worse.  Abenar found letting his violence out through hunting instead of hurting the people who were justified in their hatred.  Through hunting and trapping within the bordering territories, Abenar managed to find himself a decent trade to get by with.  As his skill in the trade continued, he learned how to use his Craft to improve the quality of the pelts he brought back and sold to the markets.  It took him twenty years of work, but in the end he managed to learn more of the ways of survival in Pruul, and develop his own business which became rather lucrative due to his use of Craft.  As his business grew, he became fonder of books and learned of the Pruulian love of them.  Seeing an opportunity from his travels outside of the Territory, Abenar began trading in books as well as pelts and meats.  The Tribes living in Onn regarded him as an outsider, but became less hostile and aggressive to just negative or neutral.  Abenar never tried to make too much of a ripple within the society aside from his existence. He never asked to join a Tribe, nor was he offered the opportunity to earn the right.
   
For nearly a century, he spent his time enjoying his books, the ones he would never sell, and smaller hobbies.  The books he acquired during sabbaticals and hunting excursions within otherlands, vanishing them only to call them back when he had his bookshelves built and set up.  During one such excursion, he met the woman that would become his Housekeeper, Ulyaa Fares.  Ulyaa was a half-Eyrien and it was the first major step Abenar had taken to removing the old beliefs that had been ingrained in him since childhood.  A weak hearth witch who had been thrown out from her previous residence for letting the sharper side of her tongue get the better of her.  Over the years, Ulyaa’s similar disposition and willingness to assist him with his business ventures gradually brought her to become the one person Abenar would trust.  At times, when Abenar's previous trauma came out, she helped comfort him as a friend.  Within another twenty years, they came into the nature of devoted and loyal servant and lord.  During this time, his work began to increase in load until he had to hire some of the Landen of Onn to work under him.  He taught them better ways to hunt and set traps for game, most couldn't reach his skill with the task.  The benefit was now, he could afford more free time to devote himself off of just work and seeking the simpler pleasures in life.
   
Things changed when Abenar returned home from a hunting trip to find Dorinar had been at his house for several days awaiting his return.  Abenar was taken aback by his brother's arrival, and pained that he couldn't embrace his oldest friend in the same way Dorinar had hugged him.  They spent a day, just talking about old times and what each of them had been up to during the time after the Purge.  Abenar knew Dorinar recognized that he was holding back.  He couldn't even tell his brother about the experience of serving Maevian.
   
It wasn't until they were well into cups of brandy that the reason for Dorinar's visit came out.  His baby sister, Cynairian, was about to undergo their Birthright ceremony.  The family eagerly wanted Abenar to come home and visit.  To be there for such an exciting time in their lives.  Abenar didn't want to go, he knew their mother would recognize what had happened to him, but he truly had no choice.  He owed his adoptive family that much, and so he agreed to return to Askavi.
   
The moment he returned, he was greeted with the warmth and loving family he had always remembered.  For a brief moment, everything felt like it would be ok.  That everything could just wash itself away.  The four of them talked for a few moments as they moved further into their home, into the front sitting room where he felt it.  A stirring in his spirit that he hadn't felt since Maevian forced the blood bond on him.  He felt like hands were hovering just over his neck as he turned to look at the small Eyrien Queenling rushing towards them with unabashed glee in her face.  He felt his skin turn ashen as he moved with almost deadly grace away from her.. he knew his parents could see the look of fear in his eyes as he kept everything he could between the girl who was calling to him in a way that only a Warlord Prince's Bonded Queen would.  The only reaction he could face in this circumstance was fear...or to embrace the killing edge.  The reunion was short lived as Sarolion and Tarenvar allowed Abenar a chance to freshen up before the celebration later that night, and had Dorinar take Cynairian away.  It took an hour for Abenar to be able to get ahold of himself, but by that time, tragedy struck again.
   
Jhinka attacked the village, slaughtering Eyrien and animal alike.  If it didn't live, they focused on burning it to the ground.  Letting himself fall back into the killing edge, he called forth a bladed stick and threw himself into battle.  Yet he saw Dorinar fall to a group of Jhinka as two more tried to cut him from navel to neck.  Abenar screamed in rage as he let himself go, Craft and blade being used in a destructive mix of focused wrath and skill.  When the horde was turned away, he returned back to his home to find it burning.
   
Rushing through the eyrie, he found Cynairian and Sarolion pinned beneath a fallen pillar.  Calling up what little remained of his Green Jeweled reserves, and tapping further into his Birthright Summer Sky, he managed to get them out of the building.  Collapsing next to his mother, he wept as once again, he could feel her life slipping away.  He begged her not to go, promising her that a Healer would be along soon.  Yet, with her final words, Sarolion begged him to take care of Cyn, and raise her to be a good Queen...
   
Looking at the unconscious Queenling, he shuddered, but could not deny his mother's last request.  He quickly got Cynairian to a healer so that she could be tended.  The next few days were the arrangements for the funeral and organizing accounts for Cynairian so should anything ever happen to him, she would be taken care of.  Once everything was arranged, the two went back to Pruul.  Swiftly, Abenar organized his new charge's education, enrolling her to study with the outer circle of another Queen's court.  He put Ulyaa in charge over her further development, lessons, and training.
   
And then made every effort to ensure he was never home.
   
Throughout her days in Pruul, he trusted Ulyaa to inform him of anything pressing. Otherwise, he refused to interact with her as best he could.  Every time he was home, and Cyn tried to talk with him, he sent her back to her studies, or pushed her to find something else to occupy her time.  Each time was like another stab wound to his soul.  He almost could feel her own anguish as he tortured himself.  Every time he returned from his extended trips for work, Ulyaa often caught him in private.  She would admonish him for avoiding the girl, that it was hurting the both of them and how this foolishness needed to be done with.  Yet nothing changed  Even when Abenar found Cynairian harming herself.  His fear and disgust at himself only pushed him to lash out at the young Queen instead of trying to help.  Abenar knew he was just making this worse.  As he laid into her, his words violent and cutting into the young Queen's psyche, he finally spat words he later knew he shouldn't.
   
"This is why I will never serve a Queen again. Too damn caught up in yourselves to care how you might hurt someone else."
   
Then he left.  He took himself out of the picture.  It was as much shame and disgust with himself as with his anger at her that drove him away.  For a decade, he worked and stayed abroad.  For years, Ulyaa sent him letters, chewing him out and he could hear his Housekeeper laying into him akin to how he had laid into Cynairian.  He made sure funds were always in the household accounts for anything Ulyaa or Cynairian needed.  Abenar even made some time, praying at various Altars for the Darkness to grant him wisdom, of what he needed to do.  Yet it was an answer he already knew but was too afraid to face.
   
Until Ulyaa sent him another letter, roughly a decade after he had left.  It was early for him to receive this one, he had received a letter from her only a month ago, searing him for leaving once again before addressing any household concerns.  Unwilling to read another scathing missive from one of his few friends and assuming that’s what it was, he let the letter sit among his things unread for another few months. He was almost due his next letter from Ulyaa when he found recalled the one he’d set aside, and made time to read it.  Cynairian had made her Offering it seemed, for that he felt a measure of pride, though the realization came that he should make arrangements for her Virgin Night.  It was a little late, but at least she had come into her power.  Then he read the rest of the letter and his eyes widened with fear and rage.
   
She had left!  His Queen had ran off to Askavi!  His Darkness Damned Queen had gone off on her own, when she hadn't had her Virgin Night!  From what he had learned, the Courts in Askavi were too dangerous for her!  She would have no protection!  He swiftly rose to the killing edge, and just as swiftly found some place he could vent his rage before it became too much of a danger to others.  Somewhere amidst the destruction he wrought in the following hours, he felt the Bond slip the rest of the way over him, the very thing he had fought against for so long, and claim him.  He knew there would be turning back if he went to her now, but his Queen was in danger.
   
When he had once more backed away from the edge, he sent a letter ahead of himself to Onn.  He instructed Ulyaa to begin making arrangements for their departure.  He didn't know how long they would be in Askavi, but Abenar did not want to stay if he could help it.  Otherwise…Well, the house in Pruul could be a vacation house, and it would be the first step in reparations he could pay to her for what he had done…

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"One hundred lashes!" Queen Maevian Orsiet declared, glaring down at a young Abenar.  The effort of putting down the most recent uprisnghad been going well, and the Province Queen's warriors were well on the way to quelling the current resistance in conquered Dena Nehele lands at this point.  Yet, it was a loss that sent him back to report to his Queen.  His camp had been ambushed in the dead of night, killing a third of the men that served with him, along with burning most of the supplies.  It was not a complete loss, they had managed to secure several of the attackers and were working to gather intel on the enemy forces.  He had hoped the bad news that he had returned with would be balanced out with the good…
   
He should have known better. Queen Maevian was not one willing to allow even the smallest of bad news to go unpunished. Even still a hundred lashes were more than unnecessary - or reasonable.  Out of all the Warlord Princes she had retained under her, Abenar had been one of the few that had been willing, although hesitant, to accept the Blood Bond she forced all of them take.  He had been loyal, even as her cruelty was thrust upon the most loyal of her inner circle.  Certainly, he had been punished before for the most mild of inconveniences, but this was well beyond even that.  This wasn’t even the first time he would be put under the whip, yet never had anyone in the court received a hundred lashes.
   
As he was bound and readied, he fought to figure out what had driven his Queen to this point.  They hadn’t been losing against the resistance.  At worse, this situation was a setback.  His inner turmoil over what had been happening to her was such a distraction, he never noticed that Maevian had approached him.  Forcefully, she turned his head to look up at her.  The perverse pleasure she was taking in what was about to happen was … unnerving.  “You shall call the count…” She purred in sadistic pleasure, “…For your sake, Abenar, I hope you don’t miss one…” and then she drew a long nail down his cheek seductively before turning and walking away.
   
The crack of the whip was the only warning he had before the first strip of his back was taken from him.  He called out the first number, and it was the memory of the look in Maevian’s eyes that had decided for him.  He called out each wound, pain searing his body, yet his mind was working a way to get himself out of service.  The war, the pain, the death, it was too much.  He couldn’t do it anymore.  As he worked to find a way to escape and retain even a scrap of his honor, he just barely managed to keep the count … until lash ninety-three…
   
He missed the count.  He barely heard Maeve laugh boisterously in glee before calling for it to start over again.  This time, he kept it up, working to focus all his mental efforts at the count.  It took everything out of him to keep up.  He never felt the sudden roar of the witchstorm sweep through the courtyard.  He couldn’t react through the thick haze of pain he felt.  His head felt stuffed with cotton and his throat was sore as he had been screaming in agony.  Yet, the fifty-seventh lash never came.  Instead, as his own weeping faded, he heard someone else screaming and weeping behind him.
   
Raising his head, Abenar slowly began to look around.  Bodies.  Everywhere he looked he saw the still bodies of the Blood, the life snuffed out of them.  At first, he thought this was a trick, but as he realized the screaming behind him was Maevian…and that the Blood Bond had begun to fade…He knew then it was no trick.  Using some of his Craft, he snapped the ropes binding his wrists to the post and slowly pulled himself away.
   
More death, yet the Landen were untouched.  The ever-present sensation of a noose around his neck that was how he now thought of the Blood Bond to Maevian continued to loosen as he finally laid eyes on the woman.  He could feel her power broken, he could feel her inner webs were shattered as she screamed.  He approached her, the knowledge blooming in his mind: a cold certainty that this could never happen again.  Abenar could never let this continue, never let it happen to another, and so without any further leash to hold him back, he fell upon Maevian.  He could feel his own inner webs straining at him as what remained of the Bond screamed at him.  His hands closed around her throat, stopping her screaming immediately.  She stared up at him, eyes bulging in fear and shock as Abenar released all of his hatred and disgust.  This would be the last death of this foolish war.
   
For him… It was over.



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Re: Abenar Vimeren
« Reply #1 on: Sep 15, 19, 04:45:33 AM »
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« Reply #2 on: Sep 15, 19, 08:30:16 AM »
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« Reply #3 on: Sep 20, 19, 02:13:51 PM »
I believe I'm ready for review.  Mischief has approved this app for linking to Cyn.

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