Albinec Mountainwalker

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origin sum-up-Albino native to the Northern tundra of Anthos

 

Gender-male

 

past title-Galbenza gentleman 

 

skills-vast terrain journyman/guide

 

magic-Conjurer

 

race-Human 

 

(more to be added in time)

 

 

His past history of his people and origins:

Intro

Albinec walks into the mountains, miles out into the cold north. He is fully clothed in a fur coat, and leather boots to stay warm. He Searches for a small cave within the barren land, glancing around to make sure nothing has followed him. Entering the cave, he notices the native carvings on the wall, and they depict images of the past. Of his people. For Albinec was an albino not out of rarity, but from a tribal group of individuals, whom resided within the north. They were men and women, venturing into the icy tundra. Originally, they had gotten lost in their search of an outlaw. But some may say otherwise. Anyhow, Albinec strided into the darkness that was the cave’s darkest corners. White bats flew out of the cave as beady, red eyes glowed in the shadows. Touching a single stone within the wall, a doorway appeared into a larger cave. A tear ran down Albinec’s cheek as the cave preserved the massacre of his past. The torch revealed white bodies that lie within pools of dried blood. The eyes of the fallen remain open in their last moments of terror. But what lay in the center was a case of rock, polished by the many generations of craftsmen within the tribe. It was the one spot without any blood or remains. The one thing that stood out within the dark cave of men, women, and children. Albinec walked to the case, seeing the ruins marked many a decade ago as the fire danced within its polished reflection. Undoing the latch, a book, preserved for a so many generations lies within. The teachings of his people, of the magic they had found. Albinec grasps the diamond pennant that he wears under the fur coat. A single mark lies upon it, allowing for the diamond to appear like ice. This book was a guide, years upon years of teachings of his people. The records of their lives.

part 1

Long ago, an outlaw by no record of any name, had stolen from countless merchants, artisans, and common folk of a village not far from the boarder of the north. Outraged, the townsfolk arranged a party to set out into the icy tundra of the dark north. For days, the small town prepared with food and supplies needed for such a journey. On the last day of preparation, word of the outlaw taking residence within a northern village had flown to the townsfolk. They cheered at the news, and set off immediately. Leading the group was Albinar Mountainwalker, a skilled journey man and traveler. He knew the terrain and stories go as him having the skill to walk on the highest peak of mountains without fear of the cold, or of the height.  

The company traveled for many days, which soon turned into weeks. Weeks became months and the supplies were running low. After so many countless miles of walking, they needed rest for the night. The ice storm raged on, yet through this, Albinar spotted a small cave on the side of a towering mountain and ventured within it. The party settled in, and made fires to stay warm. Many died from the cold, and the group that had survived was sick or frostbitten.

But as a simple miner began leaning on the wall of the darkest corner in the cave, he felt a shift in the air. Looking to the stone wall, he began mining. Everyone yelled at his nonsense, but he man was determined. He felt warm air pass by from the shift. Eagerly striking the stone, the wall caved into a larger room. One where systems of growth thrived in the subterranean area. Wild berries and fruit grew, while white animals scurried around. Looking at such a sight, the group stormed in, eating what they could find and discovering more and more of the cave as their fires lined the walls to light the darkness.

Albinar strided in, gazing around at the people and their excitement. But something caught his eye. A glint of light shown, it was a bright sparkle. With this, his eyes sparkled with it. He walked over to the small patch of bushes and cleared away the growth. Within it, there was a diamond, as clear as ice. It sparkled under the light in a magnificent show. Albinar had to get a better look, and reached for it. To his surprise, the area felt like an icy chill. Regardless, he touched the gem.

As the moment occurred with Albinar’s hand and the gem, His eyes went a pale shade of blue, like the ice of the frozen tundra. Knowledge flooded his mind of the gem’s importance as his fingers laced the mark of the diamond. The knowledge caused him to had a seizure, and for his body to turn white like snow. The power seep within his bones as the knowledge inhabited his mind. The party rushed to their guide, and tried to help him. But upon touching his skin or being close to him in any way, they turned as white as snow. Their eyes either a bright red or a pale blue, they panicked with the oncoming changes.

Albinar soon awoke to see himself and the others pale, or seemingly albino. But he could not talk or explain why, for he needed to write what was transferred into his mind. Grabbing ink and a blank book that was for the use of a log journal for the journey, he wrote down laws, teachings, philosophies that none had ever seen.

Part 2

Albinar taught his new people, enlightened them of their new ways. So, for many generations to come, the people of the cave thrived. They prospered as a community and taught their teachings to all. But the creatures of the north came. These…beings came demanding for valuables. They were savages, and killed many. The leader, Albinar VI, hid his only child, Albinec the first, with the gem. The child reacted strangely with the gem, for he did not seizure as others would, but embraced it. His eyes glowed an icy blue as his descendent, Albinar’s, had upon the first contact of the gem. This showed a great bond between the gem and its new holder. And with it a new age of its knowledge.

 

The beings attacked, and massacred the entire populace within the cave. All but one, single child hidden under the brush of the cave. The gem had given the child the same knowledge it had for his forefathers, and allowed him to begin taking his first steps. Yet, an incoming fur trader had found the child playing at the mouth of the cave. Taking him to raise as his own, Albinec learned the arts of business and of being a gentlemen. But he knew from that age that he would need to return for the pennant that had been left behind with the book. And so our story continues with the present of Albinec and now of the story to be told once more…..

 

 

Edited May 4, 2014 by cman64