3. Val Kyrie

Val Kyrie


  • PC Name: Val Kyrie
    Log-in: beng4eva

    Val was born in the city of N'jast, bustling trade city and realm of opportunity. Her father was a soldier in the army of the King, and her mother was a serving girl in the Kings house. Whilst her parents were not well off, nor were they penniless. She spent much of her childhood in the care of her grandparents whilst both of her parents worked, to give her the chance to escape a life of servitude and drudgery.

    She certainly didn't have an unhappy childhood, far from it. Her grandparents were very kind and considerate, doting on her. As a young girl, she was thin and light on her feet, with shoulder length brown hair. Always on the look for something new, she managed to find her way into no end of trouble, but her charm and quick feet kept her safe enough.

    Eventually, her parents had saved enough coin to pay for a tutor. When she was ten, they sent word to the local scholars guild, and were provided with a young man, barely finished his own apprenticeship. His name was Kal Breith, a scholar and battle historian. A tall man with long flowing brown hair, as well as a very pleasant and charming manner, he very quickly stole the heart of a young Val. She devoted herself to her studies, dreaming of how it might feel to be held in Kal's arms, and hoping against all wisdom, that they might be together.

    As the years went by, and she grew into a beautiful young woman, Kal noticed her affection towards him. Knowing that to act on it would see him removed from his position with the guild, he restrained himself, although he lusted after her lithe body. An uneasy strain grew between the two of them, which eventually was noticed by her parents.

    Her father, now nearing retirement, was keen to see her set up with a good husband so that she would be provided for. He approached Kal and asked him as to his intentions, which somewhat spooked the young scholar. Fearing some kind of reprisal for an assumed wrong towards Val, he stammered a resignation and left their employ.

    When Val got the news, she was heartbroken, and blamed her father for scaring away her love. She was barely fifteen, and didn't understand her own heart, let alone the actions of her tutor. That day she decided to continue her studies, in the hopes of approaching Kal as an equal in the future. At her age, that left her with two options. Employ another tutor, or find an apprenticeship for herself.

    She chose the latter.

    After a month of searching, she found a group willing to employ and train her. There was a unit of Temposans attached to the Kings Army. Some were priests, others were warriors, and there was a battle historian who travelled with them to chronicle the victories and losses they sustained. It was this last position for which she would be trained, under the current historian, as he had tired of battle and the constant bloodshed.

    Her father was opposed to her choice, as was her mother, but she was of age, and able to choose for herself. Still angry with her father, she left home and joined the Temposans, devoting herself to the study of war and its history.

    Several years passed…

    The King was assassinated, apparently by agents of Peltarch. War was declared, and her unit marched out to aid the army in their own, specialised way. Her master had passed on what he could teach her, and retired, leaving her as the historian of the group. During her training, she had come to a faith in Tempus herself, and her devotion to her god had seen her forget all about Kal, and any other dreams she had previously. Such is the way of the young, hurts are easily forgotten when emotions run strong.

    But during the war, things seemed… wrong. The leader of their army turned out to be none other than a Narfellian traitor. The N'jast generals instructed that undead be used, as well as deceit. Poison was made available, and encouraged to be wielded against these "evil Narfellians".

    Val approached her unit commander with her concerns, and he agreed with her. This battle was wrong, what they were doing was wrong. Whilst crimes need to be dealt with, and the guilty punished, this was not how it should be done. They approached the Major General with their concerns, and were given two choices. Fight, or be branded as traitors and put in jail. To a Temposan, there was no choice to be made. Better to be in jail than to fight without honour.

    Five years in prison for treason hardened her, far more than any battle could have. Any innocence she had previously was long gone, and past her.

    As soon as she was released, she bought a horse and made her way to Narfell, and to what she hoped was redemption of a sort. She came to help right what wrongs from the war that she could, and to see that Tempus is given honour. Because, to her, honour is worth more than gold or jewels, and N'jast owes much to Narfell, for the honour that was denied the battles that occurred.

    Tempus must be honoured. And for that to occur, she would fight for Narfell.

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