Rebirth and Eternal Youth
Description: Rude has lived for centuries.
He lost count a few years ago when he returned from a very long
meditation and realised that in the years he'd been locked away, the
count of the years had changed. He presents himself as an older man
of Eastern descent, with long dark-grey hair, intelligent black
eyes, a large nose and thin lips, hidden by a moustache. He is often
smiling and has a lot of wrinkles that make him seem weaker than he
Personality: Rude is a patient
man. He has time a plenty, being immortal, and never rushes things.
He enjoys solitude and nature and thus avoids contact with other
humans. He became a monk at a very young age and has never known the
freedom others take for granted, and yet, he finds freedom in his
repetitive schedule of travel and prayer. It's the winds and sun
that guide him and the land that feeds him.
Abilities: Meditation, Immortality
Religion: Rude is a follower of Chang'e, the goddess
of the moon who stole the elixir of immortality and is rumoured to
bestow the potion to her followers. Rude never discloses how he
ended up immortal so most people assume those rumours must be
Name: Ashari'Nylireh (Ashari'Nylireh
*Deity: Ilion (sun), reigns over: Light,
Glory, Law, Liberation
*Gender: identifies as female (genderless, but
shapeshifts into a feminine human)
*Colour: gold (Aura colour: yellow)
*Breed: phoenix gryphon
*Abilities: verbal speech, empathy, regeneration,
fire necromancy, strength
*Domains: Liberation, Fire
Current Mate: red Kiax'Salann
Personality: Ashari was created to slay demons and that is about
all she knows. Flung away from her previous life, she has only
vague, fragmented memories left of her homeworld (Ansul). But she is
still guided by her mission and the god of the sun that is her
deity. She drifts from place to place, looking for the darkness and
deceit of evil beings. It's a lonely existence, but it is all she
has known, until now...
Rude looked up and saw a most unusual spectacle. Though the day
was at it's brightest, a star fell through the sky, bright, golden
flames trailed behind it and the air seemed to waver where it passed.
Rude waited but heard no impact. He turned his gaze back to the path he
was walking and continued his journey. Only time would tell if he'd ever
find the place where the star had landed. That is, if it had been a
Miles away, Ashari'Nylireh re'Kurah Sundancer shook the dust from her
wings. She had maybe descended a bit too fast, but the thrill had been
wonderful. The phoenix gryphon looked around and tried to familiarise
herself with the new surroundings. She stood in a clearing in the sparse
woods. As she'd come down from the skies, she'd seen a lot of cliffs,
plains and rock formations. Rivers and lakes seemed to have retreated in
deep gorges, but that wasn't unusual on Khylar where surface water was
sparse. Ashari stretched and changed to her human form. A young woman
with a golden tan, amber-yellow eyes and dark brown hair stood where the
phoenix had been, clad in a simple white dress and functional leather
sandals. Ashari tied her hair back and hoped that a ponytail wouldn't be
considered exotic in this region. Sometimes the smallest things could
make or break her subterfuge. And she needed to be incognito to fool
those dedicated to evil.
As she got accustomed to her human body again - such a faulty design,
Ashari made up her mind to go south to where she'd seen the end of the
cliff. To the east was a settlement, but it was a small village and not
one she expected to find demons in. She took her directions from the Sun
and felt comforted in the knowledge that there was light and sunshine
everywhere. Darkness may try, but the light always prevailed.
Invigorated by the heat of the noontime sun, she reached the edge of the
land in no time. She looked down into the depths, seeing how the water
churned and crashed below.
Rude stepped out of the shade and followed the cliff's edge around a
bend. A girl was standing there, young-looking but something was off
about her. Likewise, Ashari saw the older gentleman approach. He moved
too well for his apparent age and she was instantaneously on guard.
"Greetings, girl." the man called to her.
"Greetings." Ashari offered back and waited.
"My name is Rude, to whom do I owe the pleasure?"
Ashari knew that names of humans held no bigger purpose than a wish that
their parents had given them. But the meaning of "Rude" was
"Eternal Youth" and again, Ashari noticed how his voice was
too smooth, his eyes to bright, his steps too light. Could this be a
demon's work? But then, she sensed absolutely no evil from the man, only
a calm waiting. A detached interest. It was almost like he regarded her
the same way she regarded humans. As something peculiar that needed
protection. That was not acceptable.
"Ashari'Nylireh." she said, using only the shortened form of
Although it wasn't her full name, it did give away her true colouring.
But it was unlikely that this Khylarian would understand the Ansulian
language. Still, Ashari did not want to linger and she opened her mouth
to make some excuse so she could leave the man when he did the most
Rude bowed and sat down, ignoring the young woman to look at the water.
He'd sensed that the woman wanted to leave and decided she was fully
entitled to. He had no right to detain her. In fact, he was not all that
keen to spend time with someone else anyway. He much preferred to watch
the waves and the currents of the river below. Those images were not as
soothing as some other images, but they did offer an ever-changing but
similar effect that would help him meditate.
When he returned to his senses, the woman was still there.
"Weren't you leaving?" he asked her.
"Who do you serve?" she asked, command strong in her voice.
"Lady Goddess Chang'e, Ruler of the Moon."
Light seemed to briefly flash in Ashari's eyes, maybe it was the sun,
reflecting on them as she moved to sit down next to him.
"I serve Ilion, Master of the Sun." she replied in turn.
"I have not heard his name mentioned." Rude replied
truthfully, "Might you elaborate?"
Ashari took a breath and suddenly, she was telling this ageless stranger
what she remembered of her old world. Rude didn't even seem surprised,
he just listened and waited for her to finish her story. In turn, he
told her of the gods he knew. Many of whom overlapped with the deities
of Ansul, taking on different aspects, but still recognisable. It was
strange how all she remembered were the deities. But then, they had been
there when she'd been created. Maybe that was why. The turn to speak
came back to Ashari and she told Rude of her mission to destroy evil.
"A noble aim."
"And you?" Ashari asked him.
"Nothing as lofty. I just travel, pray and meditate. I will
continue to do so until Chang'e decides I am no longer necessary."
Ashari wondered if maybe the two of them had been forgotten. After all,
neither had received word from their respective gods since they'd been
sent off. Maybe they were just expected to do their work for all
eternity. Maybe two would work better than one.
"Mind if I stay with you for a while?" Ashari asked.
"None whatsoever. You're free to go or follow." Rude then
added, "I'm not a good cook."
"I'm not a picky eater."
"Then we might get along."
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