Valleck

[Valleck]

Valleck Basic Information Name: Valleck Age: 83 Birthday: Day 2 of Spring, AV 428 Race: Human, Generic Gender: Male Physical Description Height: 5' 5'' Weight: 135 lbs. Hair: Gray Eyes: Green/Gray Special Features: ??? Character Concept Work in Progress Character History The year was 448 AV when Valleck first had a dream. The experience was as surreal as a dream could be. He was walking on a path of light, white and pure, unblemished by color or shadow or any kind of darkness, yet with each step he took he saw a stain of black and red left in his prints. It had been a full year since he was denied for Knighthood, they said he wasn’t faithful to the gods nor following in the heart of the righteous. Being only a child of nineteen, Valleck was furious, but had no options but to accept his fate. It wasn’t until a year living in Syliras in refusal that he began to dream. It was the same dream. At first it came twice a season, then ten times, then every other night, then sometimes he would be able to count how many times he experienced this dream on both hands. White path stained by his own steps. Massive trees of grapes on either side reaching up into the perfect white sky, and there wasn’t even Syne or Leth there to watch him. Most times, Valleck would never reach the end of this path, though he knew that there was something marvelous at the end. Other times, he would be walk along side a figure without appearance, only a shade, except also of perfect white. It was odd to be able to see a white shape on white world, but he did. He would always notice that this other traveler did not leave stains of blood and darkness with each step, but rather, kept a perfect white. On the occasion the traveler was behind him, he was see his own staining footprints washed away by this man’s feet. His light was destroying Valleck’s darkness. Valleck would wonder about these dreams often until, at long last, the traveler spoke. “Come home.” Valleck would never respond to this, he didn’t know how. He was living in the home he had always known, Syliras, but these dreams caused a restlessness that the castle city could not sate. “Join me.” The last dream Valleck ever receive when in Syliras, this figure took him by the hand and led him off the trail, to a cliff made of white, yet everything below was in color. It was a massive sea of rolling golden waves, and when he looked closer, he saw it was sand, somewhat like that of the Suvan’s coast. The White Man would point down to those sands, point to a city. The Benshira city. Valleck didn’t know of the place at the time, but all he could do was watch, staring with wonder at that city. “Come home.” The voice repeated itself for the final time before releasing Valleck’s hands “Trust me.” Valleck stared deeper into the city, seeing people with beards and robes, cloth clothing, such a strange new world. “Have Faith. Be Strong. Be Good” And Valleck was thrown from the cliff of white, leaving the world of white behind in a moment’s notice, and as he fell screaming, yet silent, he felt the heat from the sands rising to greet him, embracing his face and forcing a sweat. The city below reached up to take him and accept him, but he was falling so fast, surely he would die. Valleck awoke that next morning, energized and curious. Syliras was left behind as he hopped ship and sailed for the city of Riverfall. A leap of faith he called it, hoping from there he would stumble on the city he saw in his dreams. Valleck spent four years in Riverfall before taking another lengthy ship, this time he knew where he was going. He heard rumors and tales, first-encounter accounts of the deserts, the Eypharians (which were not the desert people he saw) and the Benshira. He even met a man that had been traveling the world of Mizahar, as he claimed Yahal bid him to. It was at that time that he was returning home, and when they discussed it, Valleck found himself certain that it was the very place he was told to go. The Benshira and Valleck took a ship and traveled all the way to Yahebah. The Benshira told Valleck often that his dreams were signs from Yahal, beckoning him to follow a path of purity and faith, as the god was known for, and that Valleck’s willingness to follow the dream was actually him being faithful and brave, just as Yahal would want. Valleck, not quite a worshiper of this god, had yet to fully believe this, but he still did his best to follow the rules and worship Yahal as his Benshira friend taught him. It wasn’t until two years later, two years of prayer and sacrifice guided by his companion, that Valleck dreamed once again of that white path in a white world. This time, he was alone, and as he searched for his footprints of black and blood, he found none. This pleased him, but he noted that his journey down this path was still not over. The next dream was the same, except that the white man was there beside him again, and he spoke more requests to Valleck. “Follow the sand and preserve life.” Valleck of course wasn’t sure what this meant, but the figure once again took him to that cliff of white. As they peered over, Valleck once more saw Yahebah and the burning desert, except now the figure pointed just east of Yahebah. It would be foolish, death-inducing to travel out into the sands without destination, but he had learned the Benshiran Faith in Yahal was the key. You did it, not because it was logical, but because you trusted in Yahal. Valleck nodded and waited to be thrown from the cliff, but it never came. The Figure stood there, waiting for Valleck to jump off the cliff himself. Scary, but he could do that. It was just a dream, he could trust in that. The next morning, Valleck translated his dream to the Benshira companion of his, who told him to travel immediately from Yahebah and seek the deserts. From there, only Yahal could guide him, and only Valleck could have faith in Yahal. Three scorching days and two bone-chilling nights later, Valleck found himself tired beyond respite and thirsty beyond comfort, but still he traveled. He thought that Yahal, if he existed, would know what he was doing, knew where he was leading Valleck. Perhaps it was coincidence, or a miracle, or perhaps even Yahal’s plan, but Valleck happened to stumble across a woman in the desert. Clothes were worn and she was so near death that she made Valleck appear fat and drunk on water and wine. It was the life that he needed to preserve. Without hesitation, Valleck gave the woman all of the water he had remaining, and tried his best to carry her through the sands. But the desert had already claimed so much of his strength. Valleck had never cried so hard in his life. Dropping to his knees and cradling the woman’s head in his lap, Valleck just sobbed. He felt like he worked so hard, tried so hard to please Yahal, but he wasn’t enough. He and this woman were going to die because of it. And that is when Yahal came to him. Strength was somehow renewed, and Valleck did not waste time to try and comprehend. With Yahal’s blessing, he carried to woman back over the sands and into the safety of Yahebah. Once there, Valleck slipped into a five day coma, and when he awoke, he found Yahal’s mark on his palm. A language he couldn’t read, but he still knew what it meant. Yahal rewarded him for putting his faith and courage where he needed them. Relationships None at the moment Gnosis Blessing of Yahal - Ennervism - Rank 1 Skills Storytelling - 25 - 10SP 15RB Weapon: Longsword - 20 - 20SP Weapon: Shield - 20 - 20SP Lores Storytelling: Varrick's History Longsword: Shield and Sword Languages Common - Fluent Jamouran - Basic Vani - Poor Equipment Cold Iron Longsword - Heirloom Hunter's Hide Armor (Black Bear) - 20 GM Large Steel Shield - 20 GM Ledger 560 gm Thread List Squirehood Part I - AV 441 Finders Keepers! - AV 453 Exchanging Wisdom - AV 508