History
Many years ago, there lived an Inarta of whose days and nights were devoted to the crafting of beautiful glassworks. His skills in the art were so great that his pieces often sold for a handsome sum of mizas; thereby inspiring him to take his occupation on the road. As he traveled the realm of Mizahar, he made a point to achieve two goals at every stop: to sell at least seven pieces of art...and to bed the most beautiful woman he could find. Although challenging, this man achieved his goals with immense success; even though he resorted to lies and flattery to woo his prey. Ultimately, his travels would see him venture to the deserts of Eyktol where he encountered a culture that was quite...mysterious to him: the Benshira. During his time peddling his wares, he happened upon a young woman who happened to be quite enraptured by his art.
Through deceit and romance, the Inarta managed to wrap this woman around his finger. While she fell deeply in love, enough so that she was willing to turn her back on the traditions of her people, he simply wanted one thing...and once he obtained it, he departed. This left the young woman heartbroken to say the very least...and with a shame that caused her life to become a living Hell from that moment forward. Not only had she spat in the face of tradition, but she was now carrying the child of the "Ravka"; an offense so grievous that her own family put her out of their tents. Through sheer luck, the traders who had accompanied the Inarta took pity on her and donated a few mizas to her survival. They even kept watch over her until her child was born and made certain they could survive before continuing on their journey.
Thus did Yeshua enter the world: the bastard of an Inarta and the shame of a family.
His life was a challenge from the instant of his first breath; for he had arrived months earlier than anticipated. However, by the grace of Yahal, he grew to be perfectly fine. Day in and day out, Yeshua was verbally (and sometimes physically) abused by the other children; and there was nothing he could do. Powerless, he prayed to Yahal for relief from his torment, but found no divine intervention for quite some time. This resulted in a downward spiral of depression, self-loathing, and anger that only worsened the difficulties of early life. In fact, there were times when death seemed to be a much more pleasant alternative to the hell he was living.
Upon coming of age, his mother would attempt to distract him from the torment of his daily life through initiating him into the art of Reimancy: a personal magic she had experience wielding. She hoped that providing him with something unique to utilize and study would be an excellent means of bringing joy back into his life...but his inexperience resulted in Overgiving. This mistake left him temporarily wounded, so much so that his depression significantly worsened...
However, change came in the form of the return of friendly faces: for when Yeshua was in his early teenage years, the merchants returned! This time, his mother petitioned for them to be allowed to join their caravan headed north, to which they happily allowed. Ultimately stopping and settling in Riverfall, Yeshua was finally liberated from his torment and thanked Yahal for this blessing. In fact, his gratitude was such that he began to diligently study the Scrolls of his people and attempted to develop a relationship with their god. Through daily worship, the abstaining of things that would only serve to agitate his dormant anger, and ultimately trusting in Yahal, Yeshua truly felt as though he were adopting the righteousness that his god desired.
And this thought was all but "confirmed" when he received a striking dream one evening. Simple in nature, it manifested as Yahal standing before a forge, striking a hammer upon a red-hot sword. In time, Yeshua began to identify himself as that sword and truly believed that he was a work in progress...but also to be wielded as his god saw fit. Eventually, this vision of himself being an instrument for his god inspired him to confront the source of the blemishes upon his soul. In Yeshua's mind, finding and facing his sire would finally give him an opportunity to let go of the anger which hid beneath the surface; ultimately freeing him to be the pure and capable servant of Yahal's will. In order to accomplish this ambitious goal, Yeshua mustered together all the coin he possibly could and joined the merchant caravan as they headed to the west.
Although the journey took several seasons to accomplish, Yeshua's arrival in Wind Reach was easily one of the most terrifying events of his life. Armed with only his faith and knowledge of his sire's name, he set about inquiring as to the whereabouts of the sordid playboy. His search did not take long; for he was directed to the glassware shop that his sire owned. Upon seeing and speaking to the aging Inarta, Yeshua almost succumbed to fury. He did not, of course, outright introduce himself as the man's son; but instead made conversation...which then devolved into the Inarta bragging about the "conquests" of his life. It took the whole of Yeshua's restraint not to strike down his own sire right then and there; and instead he angrily revealed his identity.
Much to his surprise, the revelation shook the Inarta to the core. He knew that there was the strong possibility that he had children in the world, but never thought he would meet one. What's more, the whole of Wind Reach never truly cared for familial affiliations; and so the sire's surprise quickly tempered itself. Disheartened by his sire's lack of a response, Yeshua departed and tarried with the merchants...until, much to his surprise, his sire came out to find him. With the intention of at least getting to know a small sum about his son, the Inarta offered to share a meal with Yeshua. They laughed, they swapped tales, and by the end of the evening Yeshua found that he had forgiven his sire.
Soon thereafter, Yeshua felt as though Yahal had a new task in mind for him; for his dreams soon became repetitive. He dreamt of a distant isle to the east, populated by men and women of death. When he finally asked the merchants about this terrifying place, they informed him that it was Sahova: the mysterious isle of the Nuit. Shaken, Yeshua could not believe that his god would want him to go to such a place...and found himself somewhat questioning Yahal's intent. However, he ultimately relented and decided to at least make the journey in order to see the will of his god.
To this end, he began the voyage anew until ultimately arriving in Zeltiva. There, he struggled with the decision of continuing onto Sahova or returning home to Riverfall...Ultimately, he was spurned forward by his repitious dreams and boarded a ship bound for the isle. Now he awaits reaching Sahova and discovering firsthand the will of Yahal.
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