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Daichia Jusmia. The Bastard spawn of a heretic


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Daichia Jusmia, was truly no one. 

 

His father, Gusiam Jusmia openly denounced the ancestors. Claiming that older Ker used it has a ploy, to brain wash the young into false beliefs and a fear of death. 

 

Daichia was born in 1561, his mother was but a simple servant that happen to get caught upon the roads by a bandit. This bandit would come to be his father. A murderer,  thief,  and heretic. He had a nasty habit of forcing himself on women. His mother was no different, but she took seed. And soon, was with child.  But soon after his birth, his mother met an ill fate. Smothered in her sleep, the bab Daichia stolen away into the night by his father. 

 

Gusiam held no desire to stay where he was. And soon boarded ship, heading outward towards Atlas. Taking the growing Mali’ker with him. They would come to make a home deep in the southern part of Atlas, where Daichia knew little of his fathers past. He lived a simple life growing up. Maintaining their home, adding in securing food. Truly it was a simple life. And Daichia was raised, blissfully ignorant to his father’s crimes.  There was little talk of religion between them. As it was only when Daichia started to venture forth on his own did he discover that his people had a faith. 

 

This sparked many debates between the two, as father and son bickered over the matter. In the end, Daichia would  move onward before becoming of age. His father would fall ill soon after. His body was never found, and it was generally agreed that wolves had broken in and dragged the corpse out of the cabin. 

 

From here, he spent his days hunting game. And living off of the land, offering his service as a sell sword to those with coin. Truly, he was content with being no one. 

 

But, fate never leaves anyone out. And it sunk its claws into Daichia. 

 

The Mali’ker would come across a town called Belvitz in which he met a human whom he’d never truly forget. His name was Pandir, a charming lad, spastic. But a good heart. Truly, the elf felt at home, as they humans had welcome him with open arms. This lasted for a few years. The Imperial change in attitude towards elves looked dire to him, and Belvitz’s jolly mayor had stepped down. A Marshall took control of the town.  And the ker promptly left. 

 

He would come across Fenn next in his journey through life. Taking up the title of banner men once more beneath them. Even cut off the tail of a horrid undead wyvern during his stay. Daichia respected the Mali’fenn, but he was hardly personally close to any. It was when their prince declared that all citizens and snow elves must come to worship their deity, did he leave. 

 

He would come to take up arms with a small group called the Wyvern Fang company. Hired blades, but the group lasted  for a few years. Before the majority of them had been hunted down by Darius Ault. Daichia survived, by simply leaving at the right time. 

 

From here, Daichia had herd word of a group of ‘ker gathering. He would make their way to their encampment, and witness the wedding of Xavis Ashwood, and Wren Ashwood. He did little to get involved with their matters, and spent his last days on Atlas hunting game in the woods. 

 

It was upon Arcas, that Daichia would invest himself into Vira’ker. From staying within Aegorthond. To their small fort where he took oath beneath Avurak Syllar, where he would see the coronation of Avurak. Daichia would come to make close personal connections with several that also called Vira’ker their home.  And he would watch Vas Vincrute make a choice one hardly ever returns from.

 

But nothing last forever, Vira’ker was raided, and Avurak killed by the hands of Renatus. He would see Vira’ker join Fenn and Aegrothond in an Elven Union. And was starting to gain mantels and titles. Ones which he knew little what to do with. He would live to see the Orcs betray their promise to the elves. Watching Valen Syllar take the throne after Avurak’s death. 

 

But in his last years, he would live to see the re-birth of the Oren empire. And rode with Vira’ker and Fenn. to rally with Oren and meet Renatus upon the field of battle. 

 

He would live to see the birth of Vaelor Syllar, and he would come to enter a throne room. Forsaken by his royalty, the crown left upon the throne. And for the first time in a long time, Daichia fell to his knees and wept.  A document declare himself, Dak’ir Des’Nox, and Necor Illaka upon a regency council.  Daichia would come to meet the Oren Emperor, something he’d never expect in his life. After all, he was no one. To secure Vira’ker ties with Oren

 

 

He would live to see Lucius Daemyr lay claim to the Vira’ker throne, and lived to see Lucius crowned upon  the throne of Vira’ker. 

 

In this time, he had taken but two lovers. The first, he believed to be dead, a Ker by the name of Sanvi. They would have a daughter. a daughter that would no longer have a father. 

 

The second, was Kelia, the daughter of the Shade Lockezi. Who was with child, who also will never know the sight of their father. 

 

Daichia would meet his death not far outside Vira’ker. At the hands of Vinir  Orothell, where the two engaged in combat. In an emotionally heated fight, words were exchanged, and blows were traded. But Daichia would fall to the younger ker. Dying silently, with no words. 

 

Death was silent

 

 History would not remember dead men

 

And Daichia would lay lifeless on  the ground. 

 

In his final moments, he was joyful. For truly, he believed he’d prove his father wrong and end the debate that was never settled. 

 

 

Edited by FunkyBunch101
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Illythia would frown as she got such news, sitting in a dark and unkempt office over a single candle
”I wish I’d known the ‘ker that never seemed hot nor cold with me a bit more. Maybe over a drink or two. I can’t say I’d agree with decisions made- Any, decisions made, but I’d at least like to know the person behind them.”
She’d follow the statement by setting the paper to the embers, looking to the onyx bokolo pendant that sat beside her inkwell.

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