lnShane

lnShane

Vashtan E. Rada

He has 58 years, but only the last 3 can be recalled. Not long ago he washed up out of the seas near Calastore where he was discovered by the locals. With no memory he started a new life, training on the high seas. Once ready he embarked on his own journey west, to the edge of the world, where he planned to found a bustling outpost.

This got him into the trade business which led him all around the A'therian world to gather raw materials. Along his journey he discovered something oddly familiar. . .a people whose semblance was not unlike his own. Poor and oppressed, in a desolate land, with towering machines and innovative mechanisms. He did not like it there though. . .too much despair for one so full of hope. So he returned to the seas, welcoming the fresh ocean breeze that he had come to love, as he made the long journey home.

But no sooner had he begun his work when he received an ominous message. . .war had come. So he joined the Itheri Navy and fought the cold powers that threatened to freeze the land and seas. These battles led him again to the far east, where he would be destined to fight alongside the Daggerlanders in protecting their lands of fire and industry.

It would be a one way journey though, for he was much too old and inexperienced in the arts of war. He sustained serious injuries during the battle of Sablemarch and was left behind to rest and recover. But it was a slow recovery, and by the time he was well enough to even perform daily activities, the war was over; the icy powers defeated.

So, unfit to travel, he looked for local work. Sablemarch, a bustling commercial town on the Daggerlands' coast was the perfect place for a merchanter, so he came into an agreement with Stoneharbor to set up shop selling small crafts supplies. Business was good, but he was not satisfied for long. He still yearned for adventure. During his time in Sablemarch he realized that his heritage did indeed lie in the Daggerlands, though the clouds in his mind were still thick as the smoke over Monas Roth.

His ambitions led him to the big city, where again he looked on the poor, and could not help but want better for them. He studied the machines, he studied the architecture, and then he studied what memories he had of his travels across the world. He made designs for massive buildings blending grace and power. He surveyed the wastelands. . .the lava fields. . .and the great volcanoes, searching for strong foundations. He formed new friendships and prepared to burn his mark into history. . .at last, feeling at home.