Zanar smiled when his son called out to him, the child was now a year old but it was still hard to believe that such a precious thing was his own blood. “He gets it from both of his parents, I believe…more so you,” He teased when she jokingly called him trouble. She was a perfect mother and wife to the both of them and all that he had hoped for.
Her fingers were light as a feather as they moved over his missing eye. “The pain is getting better, still traces of that accursed venom, but it is not anything like how it was. She did a good job treating such a grievous wound,” of course that was just part of the wounds that he had suffered at the hand of that war, “Vision is still the same in my other.” His voice was not in the best tone when speaking about that, could one blame him though, the god had almost been blinded completely.
“Indeed, I am sure the child would enjoy some fresh air for once. Being cooped up indoors all the time is not the best way to live.” He smiled, his tone changing almost immediately when the child was brought up. A very easy way to make the god happy that was for sure. He wondered what his son would think about being outdoors for a more extended period of time, he hoped he enjoyed the feel of the sun and the smells of the winds.
She finally mentioned something about his parents, a topic he could tell she was trying not to bring up. He looked down at the sword at his hip and then back to his wife, “My mother no…she was always the kindest of women. A daughter of Bohar through and through. My father though….with what happened with me,” He paused as if to try and pick his words right as to not worry her, “Always been the shield of the family, I’m sure stragglers of that accursed mage order tried to attack them. The old man..he’ll be hard to prove who I am too.”
He opened the door to the wagon and helped Kalyani down with the steps. He glanced over at Vale, whose wide eyes were taking in the sights around him. He was a curious one, which was good and a pain in his parents' ass. He need not tell Sehr to guard the wagon while they were gone if anything that horse was fiercely loyal to Kalyani and would do its job without question, and so the family began their march through the trees that surround the lands.
“Even if he does not believe who I am, he won’t harm you or Vale. It has always been his rule to never cause harm to a woman or child. That very same rule I carried into the Raven’s Nest, a lot of being a mercenary I learned from the old man, and his ability with a blade is far superior to my own,” Zanar did not know if age would affect that ability as the god was just recalling everything from memory.
After a few minutes of walking, they finally came upon the house. A small two story, made of stone and wood. Zanar’s nose could pick up the smell of burning wood, more than likely coming from a fireplace. He could barely make out the stack of firewood stacked up against the side of the building. They must have approached from the back, not the best of ideas for the best of him. “Must have recalled wrong,” He said to himself. His ears then heard it, a sound he was all too familiar with. Zanar’s arm shot out in front of Kalyani and guided her behind him, while he slowly gripped the hilt of his blade.
“Mean you no harm, apparently my memory forgot the positioning of the front of the house. Did not mean to intrude from the back.” A man the stepped around from the front of the house. He was tall, a hair taller than the god himself, dark-skinned like Zanar with peppered hair. He wore a basic tunic, pants, and long boots. Dark leather gloves covered his hands, woodcutting gloves more than likely. The thing that stood out, was the gorgeous long sword that he wielding, one could tell that it was made of the highest quality. If one were to look closely at the blade they would see the same Raven marking engraved into the flat of the blade that Zanar used as his holy sign. The Arowin family raven.
“You come onto my land boy, a blade at your side, and yet you say you mean no harm? I may be old, but you can't-fool me.” The old man held his blade out towards Zanar. “You can turn tail and flee, or be cut down like the rest of your ilk. I’ve cut them all down, and don’t think I won’t do the same to you.” The raven on the blade lit up with pale blue mana before it engulfed the sword. It swirled around the blade like a violent storm. “This is your last warning.”
Of course, his father’s sword and threats did nothing to deter Zanar away. “So be it, but you’ll find me far harder to cut down than those pathetic mages,” Zanar stated and drew his blade before turning to Kalyani and gave her a soft smile. His father then took his stance, and as if was standing in front of a mirror Zanar did the same stance. A sword style he had used in a while and the look on his father’s face twisted in disgust. “You mock me!”
Zanar is the
God of The Endless Hunt and Boundless WildsZanar's God Powers are as Followed:
i. Can Track Anything in the world, no matter where they may go.
ii. Can see and strike the weak points of his prey, allowing for a clean kill
iii. Can use the ability of any beast of the wild, or give that ability to another.
Limited GM of my character is always allowed!