Irowyn Jainus [Plotnotes]

[Irowyn]

Irowyn's great tragedy is based off of the following series of roundabout events:

A rather combative discussion between the gods Wysar and Sagallius leads to some big talk and a wager. This of course pulls Ovek into the conversation who wants to raise the stakes high enough to involve Dira.

What ends up happening is this: They concoct this sort of philosophical debate of willpower vs manipulation and debate over the strength of human resolve. The way that they decided to stage this experiment was to choose one human, each. The human had to be a stranger, no followers allowed. The human was to represent the chosen deities "philosophical standpoint."

Sagallius chose an overgiven wizard who had given himself the name Vrlock. Wysar chose a cocky (but extremely adept) mercenary named Szhair. Events were weaved in such a way as to draw their conclusive battle to Sunberth. Unfortunately, Irowyn was in Sunberth at this same time and Vrlock's arrival had interrupted Irowyn's plans in such a way as to draw him into the conflict.

In the case of Vrlock's victory, Sagallius had chosen for 60 innocent people of Sunberth to be handed over to Dira as a meaningless source of death. Wysar had chosen a great battle to provide Dira her bounty. He agree to lead Szhair to drive an army against Sahova, in his name, in the case of his victory.

Szhair was killed through no one's fault except Irowyn's and although Irowyn eliminated Vrlock as a threat, Sagallius had won the bet and Dira's followers arrived to collect her due. At Dira's own whim, Irowyn was left alive she had claimed her 60 and she had not yet judged that it was time for Irowyn to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation.

[Irowyn]

Unused dialogue and ideas

Unused text :

His first instinct was to tell the man to go petch off. He was pretty certain that this line of action would do nothing more than cause a brawl to break out but in that moment frustration was the kind of attention that Irowyn wanted. He fought that emotion down, however. He didn't act on this more stubborn impulse. Daniel's encouragement had not quite convinced him but the distraction of something real had. The invitation to return to the real world of sensation and choices had pulled him out of his stupor. Maybe Irowyn was just sick of mourning. Maybe he was exhausted on grief or most likely of all, maybe he just wanted to have a series of punches hurled at him but either way, he chose to comply with the stranger.

Before he did, though, he slapped two more miza's on the counter. This time, not for one mug of beer but for 2 mugs of cheaper ale. "Only fair that I be bit drunk too, then," he grimaced before downing one of the ales.

"I'm Irowyn Jaines." He turned around, standing to introduce himself. "I was an explorer, once. Now? I suppose I'm a bit of a vagabond now." He offered his hand in greeting before preparing to finish the last of his alcohol. Again, Irowyn had experience taken pain but had never done so willingly. If he was to receive an education in brawling, tonight, then his blows would at least be softened by the warmth of alcohol.

"Shyke," he thought to himself. "Is there any other way to brawl, anyway?"