Legends of Belariath

Zairakien

Among the upper sects of the High Human nobility, there are certain requirements that must be met to maintain face. The first son is sent to rule over smaller lands to practice for the day they become heir. The second son is placed into the military to become leady of his eldest brothers armies. The third is often a nuisance and is best to be rid of.

Well, that’s the case most of the time, but Zairakien was apparently the lucky one. His father was a drunk and a fool, but was lucky enough in his own right to have married a brilliant woman. Zairakien’s mother ruled over the Detharon province in cold Northern Territories controlled by the humans. Though only moderate in size, the province flourished and Zairakien was given a somewhat lavish and adventurous childhood.

From early on he was given great tutors in culture and manors. He was left with all the time he wished to read and learn about what ever suited his fancy. He would often peruse about the large town of the province to play and cause mischief among common inhabitants. As he grew older, he became more calm in his actions, but never lost his extreme curiosity.

Eventually, the time came for Zairakien to come to serve a purpose. With an heir and a general already picked out, he was committed to join the Healers of the Realm as a cleric. With little war in the affairs of humans and even less from the races of the world, healers are rarely needed as more than a diplomatic post in foreign lands. Normally one’s post would last for a few years, though in the circumstances of Zairakien, he was instead stationed for what was an indefinite amount of time.

He came to Belariath with very little knowledge of the craft he was to master, and even less about the land he was supposed to be researching. Still, he was able bodied and entertaining to converse with, and he found such skills got him as far in life as he wished to be.

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