Eachann Marshall

[Eachann Marshall]

Syliras CS Template Physical Description Name: Eachann Marshall (Born Aytac Windsong) Race: Human Age: Sixteen Birthday: 79 Spring, 496 av Character Concept A disgraced son of a Drykas Clan finds his way to Syliras after a long journey. Immediately falls in with the Sylrian Knights in an attempt to redeem himself for the immense personal failures that drove him out of Cyphrus. Character History From his birth, the man who would become Eachann Marshall was thought to have a portentous future. He was born on a late spring night as a storm rolled across the Sea of Grass. His first cries mingled with the keening song of Zulrav, and it was seen as good. From an early age, he was an adept horseman (as any Drykas would be), but also talented with Javelins, a not at all easy weapon to master. He also developed into a talented singer, a pure tessitura Baritone. This was viewed as a joint blessing from Zulrav and Rhaus, another sign of favor in the youth's life. Despite all of this, the youth was impetuous, rash and anxious to grow up, to gain his Windmarks and the recognition they would grant him. His elders continually counseled him to patience, but he could not quell his zeal... 11th Summer, 495 av The first blush of dawn had just softened the hard edge of darkness into grey morning. The Pavilion had not properly stirred yet, but the Ankals eldest son was not only awake, but already mounted and moving out of the settlement. His Colorsplash gelding (whom he called Sirocco) cantered comfortably as his rider directed him away from the rising sun. Aytac Windsong was growing agitated as he led Sirocco across all of the game paths that he knew in western proximity to the pavilion. But so far he had neither encountered nor seen sign of his quarry. After cresting a subtle rise in the swaying verge, Aytac reigned his mount to a slow stop, shifting the javelins he was clutching in his hand to the opposite side. “Well Sirocco,” he said, patting the horses neck soothingly. “I didn't expect it to take this long.” He laughed bitterly as he reached behind his saddle to retrieve a waterskin, uncorking it to take the edge of a dull thirst that had tightened his throat as the heat of the day rose. Replacing the skin he shifted the javelins back to his left hand and before urging Sirocco forward once more. [hr] Less than fifteen chimes later, horse and rider came pounding back up over the rise they had stopped on to recoup, a mated pair of Glassbeaks hot on their trail. Aytac's javelins protruded from the predators torso's, but did not seem to noticeably slow them. For his part, Aytac was hugging Sirocco's neck, urging him to run, willing him. With a cry, one of the glassbeaks reached for the Colorsplashes legs, and the horse leaped and twisted with a shrill of terror. Aytac barely clung to the animal as it came down sideways before righting himself and leaping forward, unspurred. Despite his good breeding, Sirocco was nearly played out as he sought to escape the inescapable. Glassbeaks were naturally superior to horses in speed, even Striders, and Sirocco was not that good. The two birds scissored, crossing the horses trail and changing sides as they did, and as Sirocco stumbled in a rodent burrow, the male of the pair struck. Aytac saw the blow of the immense beak coming and threw himself to the side to avoid it, sacrificing his mount only because he had no other choice. Sirocco died soundlessly, simply because he was too exhausted and blown to make one. The Glassbeak, despite instinctively knowing his first blow had been lethal, seized the horse by it's neck and shook it savagely. The female slowed, circling back and ignoring Aytac as he crawled away through the high grass, intent on the meal her mate had just secured for their eggs who were due to hatch any day. As the rider retreated as fast as he could with the leg he had injured in the fall from Sirocco, the pair vocalized their victory, and every creature within range counted themselves fortunate to be alive. [hr] A ride that had taken an hour was much further on foot, as Aytac was learning. The heat of the day was intense, and he had left his waterskin behind with his slain mount. In addition to his sprained leg, Aytac had bruised his ribs in the fall. Breathing was becoming a real labor. Finding a large rock, the bruised drykas slumped in the shade to rest. Unwittingly, he dozed. He awoke with a start he knew not how much later, to the snort of a horse. The sun had shifted and he was no longer in the shade, but staring fully into the sullen red fury of the setting sun. Outlined sharply was the the distinctive outline of a cyphrus strider, instantly awake, Aytac attempted to sit up, cursing at the web of pain this caused to spread through his torso, and slumping back against his rock. The youth was hurt badly, but he ignored all the warning signs of his body, seeing before him at last the realization of all his striving, if he could just reach it. But the Strider was not waiting. Already the horse was moving away, receding into the sunlight. Aytac gave a strangled cry and lunged away from the rock, landing limply in the dust as his muscles, deprived of food and water and subjected to hours in the sun would not respond on top of the injuries he had suffered. “Wait..” he croaked, trying to push himself up on one arm to catch another glimpse of the horse who had not slowed. He couldn't see it for the grass. He tried again to call, but with no more success than before. “WAIT...” he wheezed the word and stretched his 'good' arm out, digging his fingers into a clump of grass in an attempt to drag himself forward, but it was again to no avail. Despite his near dehydrated state, tears blossomed in the young man's eyes at the flat rejection. The condemnation. The utter failure on his part. He wept silently for several minutes, not having the strength to sob or wail as he wished he could in that moment. Eventually, he slept, and woke to the realization that he was no true Drykas, if his Strider had turned it's back on him, so would his clan... the fact that he was on his back, nude and somehow moving did not register for several more hours, the grief he felt left no room for it. Possessions 1 suit of clothes Shirt (soft green), pants (dark, brown or black), undergarments, coat and boots (all travel stained, worn and patched) 1 backpack Comb (wood), Brush (wood), Soap, Razor, eating knife (1), flint and steel. Leather Armor, Buckler, Javelin (x5) Heirloom: 2 Yr Old Akinva Deerstalker (War Dog) named Hafiz (Guardian) acquired from the caravan that ferried Eachann to Syliars. Hunters Toolkit, (Moderate size leather pouch containing: roll of snare rope, vials of common animal scent (Deer, rabbit, etc), two tiny snares, one small snare, 10 sq ft camouflage tarp, a preserving kit (salt, a variety of different sheets, a sawdust tool, jars and assorted preservative supplies) as well as a hunting knife) 25 gm hatchet, 6 sm Fishing Kit, (consisting of: tackle, fishing cord and bait) 10 gm Rucksack, 1 gm tent, one person 2 gm water additive, 3 gm travelers stock, 3 gm 50 ft rope (hemp) 1 gm spade 2 gm whetstone, 2 cm 21 GM, 3 SM, 8 CM Housing: A 20x20 apartment with the furniture listed in the Housing section. As it is the cheapest housing available, the apartment is situated deep within the interior of Stormhold Citadel and does not include any windows, only ventilation shaft to bring in fresh air. Each hallway is lined with torches which are kept lit at all hours of the day, allowing for light and giving residents free access to something to light their hearth from. A diagram is included below: Ledger Purchase Cost Total Leather Armor 10 gm Buckler 15 gm Javelin (x5) 5 gm Toolkit, Hunters 25 GM Fishing Kit 10 gm Rucksack 1 gm Tent (one person) 2 gm Water additive 3 gm Travelers stock 3 gm 50 ft rope (hemp) 1 gm Spade 2 gm Hatchet 6 sm Whetstone 2 cm Starting +100 GM 21 GM, 3 SM, 8 CM Skills, Lores, Magics, Gnosis, Languages Common Skills: Skill EXP Total Proficiency Horsemanship +12 SP 12 Novice Riding +15 SP, +15 RB 30 Competent Weapon:Javelin +15 SP 15 Novice Weapon:Buckler +8 sp 8 Novice Practice Languages: Common Fluent Language: Pavi Basic Language: Common Poor Language: Grassland Sign Recommended Lores: (Pick 2) Lore of Horse Anatomy Lore of Religion: Zulrav Thread List On The Hunt, 34 Summer, Mid-Morning The Kindness of Strangers, 36 Summer, Late Afternoon Taking Back Eventide (Quest) 77 Summer Closed/Concluded Threads I Won't Turn My Back, 35 Summer, Evening Djed .. Repercussions, 35 Summer, Noon City Gates, 32 Summer Recruitment Office, 32 Summer, Evening Supply and Demand, 33 Summer, Early/Mid Morning Is There A Doctor In The House, 36 Summer, Mid Afternoon

[Eachann Marshall]

Skills, Lores, Magics, Gnosis, Languages

Common Skills:

Skill	EXP	Total	Proficiency
Horsemanship	+12 sp	12	Novice
Riding	+15 sp, +15 rb	30	Competent
Weapon:Javelin	+15 sp	15	Novice
Weapon:Buckler	+8 sp	8	Novice
Running	+1	1	Novice
Land Navigation	+1	1	Novice
Storytelling	+1	1	Novice

Practice Languages:
Common

Fluent Language: Pavi
Basic Language: Common
Poor Language: Grassland Sign

Recommended Lores: (Pick 2)
Lore of Horse Anatomy
Lore of Religion: Zulrav