Misk/Chirot/Mage

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Misk/Chirot/Mage

Postby Kooky on Fri Oct 03, 2014 2:35 am

Misk's tale begins before he was even named.

The small chirot was born of two chirot knights, a couple with high ambitions and a deep love for one another. It was tragic when Misk was born. It wasn't the fact that the child was born of cream flesh and fur, with gray hair and bright blue eyes, but rather than the child was an abomination of deformity. The little chirot was an oddity indeed, no gender defined as its parts were malformed of a hermaphrodite. Parents disgusted and ashamed at the creation of their loins and passion, they took the child to the woods beyond their mountain home, and would let the gods decide its fate, for they had not the heart to take the life. Afterall, the child was born, survived birth... it must have some purpose and path. After all, it couldn't exist if it were not Sheara's will. But they would not have it in their midst, tainting their good name, their bloodline. No, they would tell a tale of a stillborn child, and grieve over their loss.

Sheara must have favored the child in some way, for the chirot survived the night in the forest, alone. But the hungry cries of the wee babe attracted attention. A dwarven expedition fresh from the mines was on their way home with their travel-wounded and bounty. Among them was Baern Audalis Durmisk Silverstrike, a grizzled male of black beard and heavy set in form, one know for his exotic tastes. As it was, one could tell from his wife. The dwarves came upon the crying chirot, and were flabbergasted by the strange appearance of it. After all, chirot, as mysterious as they were, had set traits akin to the stereotype of the race. None of which matched this child.

It was discussed, the fate of the wee thing. Judging from the lack of warmth around the bundled babe, it was clear that it was abandoned, either by choice, or by a fleeing mother. A swift death would end its suffering. Though as one of the dwarves was about to handle the deed, Baern spoke up, that he would take the child in as his own. Peculiar looks were given to the dwarf with the peculiar tastes... but they allowed such. Baern scooped the chirot up and tended to it as best as he could, for the duration of the journey home.

Upon arriving home, he presented the babe to his wife. Baern's wife was a halfbreed, unable of giving him children, so this bundle was a blessing to the cat-dwarf. Mira Silverstrike took the child on as her own and was thrilled. But then there was the question of a name.. and umm.. cleaning that nasty smell as Baern did NOT do diapers. It was just then when the two discovered how odd the child was in tending to that diaper and the gender in question. They were both extremely puzzled, but neither had a thought on harming or abandoning the child. They decided on a name, one that left the gender in question to be questionable. Misk Audalis Silverstrike.

As the child grew, it became apparent that he was much more male-oriented, and thus Baern decided Misk was his son, and the couple raised him as a boy. They also taught him to hide his differences, and barred him from swimming or joining the other children in any form of play that could be revealing of Misk's secret. They chalked it up to the excuse that Misk was fragile, which was true. The chirot was smaller and thinner than his kind should be, discolored and it was a known fact that the chirot had hollow bones as well. Such was dangerous for rowdy rough play and feats of strength among dwarves.

Misk grew up happily though, always eager to help in any way he could, to chip in and prove his worth. He often questioned where he came from, and what he was.. and bit by bit, his parents told him what they figured. That Misk was born different, and there was nothing wrong with being different, but others who judge would not understand. So he had to hide it. His father found him alone in the woods, and it was unclear where his parents were or why he was there alone, but Baern could not leave him, and thus took him in to their loving family. Misk was happy with that, because he grew up happy. He grew up knowing he was named for his great great great grandfather, and that his middle name came from his grandfather, who he even got to meet-- who accepted him as such adoption was the only way Baern would have children, and pass down his knowledge and history-- which was more important than bloodlines.

With his need and desire to chip in, Baern spent great time teaching Misk the areas, how to scout and navigate by maps, waterways, landmarks and natural growths like moss. It allowed Misk to accompany him to the mines and areas beyond their mountain home. Mira also taught Misk what she knew, namely of herbs and plants, their properties and how to tend to wounds and cater to illnesses, as she was a brewer of wines and potions and blends alike. Armed with that knowledge, Misk was able to help around the mountain community, even delivering goods and orders. Though then came a large obstacle.

Flight.

Misk had no chirot parents to learn from, and his parents dreaded any encounter Misk may have with a "feather-winged" as they called them. They had no idea why, but they knew chirot and feather-wingeds did not mix. So all they could do was warn Misk against ever meeting such, or ever letting his guard down near them if meeting was a must. Misk however wanted to use his wings. He'd try, flap, try... and end up knocking into things and causing chaos. In a mountain area with ledges and cliffs, that was dangerous. Mira insisted Misk learn magic, and had Baern take the chirot to a mentor, to learn the Featherfall spell, to best protect him at heights until he could control his wings. Baern reluctantly agreed, not being one for magical nonsense-- and took Misk to the clan council for approval. His grandfather Audalis helped to push the approval through and Misk was sent to learn from an elven maiden named Norgana. She was the first Misk met that found him adorable, and went on to teach him many things of the world and beyond, and of magic. Misk learned the Featherfall spell rather quick. Too quick. Norgana could feel the magical presence within him, and decided her should be a Mage, especially with how eager he was to learn.

The matter was debated at great length until finally, it was agreed upon-- but with a condition. Unlike most Mages learning a variety of spells, Misk was to select an area of study. His first spell to study would be his most useful, and most-used. Stun Bolt. He hated the idea of hurting others, but also knew he had to be ready to defend himself and others, and stun patients into letting him tend to their wounds. With Norgana's help, Misk spent his years learning, and even learned to fly as she worked his wings and taught him anatomy, and took him to the air with herself using Fly.

Life was good. Even while he dealt with comments and cruelty of others-- those who did not approve of him being a chirot, let alone looking so odd. The worst situation came when Norgana finally talked Misk into working a ritual with her, one to bring good fortune. For this, Misk had to wear ceremonial robes like the other mages attending. Norgana was bewildered when she caught a glimpse-- a sight of Misk's chest. The defined 18yr old chirot had no nipples! Curious as mages often are, Norgana confronted him. She told Misk how she wouldn't judge. How she was his friend. And friends shared secrets. Naive thing, Misk spoke his secret to her... and she LAUGHED.

Her laughter mocked him, and Norgana became cruel with her words and taunts, her threats of revealing such. Misk was horror-stricken. How could someone who knew him, cared for him, taught him for years... treat him like so? She even held back her teachings, to force him to reveal himself to her. So she could investigate. Though it was the last straw for Misk and he finally told his father. Baern planned to go to the council. Mira overheard, and had other ideas to protect her son. She confronted Norgana that night and quite a cat-fight ensued. Mira mutilated the elven maiden, removing her breasts and cauterizing it beyond healing. If she ever told of Misk's secret, Mira vowed to do much MUCH worse.

Shortly after, Norgana left mysteriously and the magic community had a new head of magic, her former apprentice Huhom Grey Slamfist, a whimsical bard and mage. Misk resumed his learning from Huhom, but learned also that his secret was one to never be shared-- no matter what anyone said.

One day though, quakes began to shake their mountain home. They were small at first-- hardly noticed and assumed to be normal by the stonemasons and carvers. Misk was often too busy to be involved as he grew to be quite the scout and was best known as Field Support, aiding in a number of tasks. Though the quakes grew worse. And closer. In the middle of the night, a massive quake struck, and people shouted Dragon and Wyrm, pointing at the inky darkness of black, swearing onyx scales gleamed in the shadows. Rocks were falling and at first, they all tried to dodge the rocks and arm themselves for battle. But when fire abruptly broke out and cliffside homes fell and shattered, chaos ensued. Misk was in flight, trying to tend to those he could, to use his agility to whisk the stout dwarves he could carry to safety. Or at least toss out of danger and harm's way. He didn't see it coming, as his blue eyes were locked on what he would wear was a dragon's bright amber eye. Was it a tail? A boulder? A bunch of rocks? A rush of wind? All of the above? He didn't know, as he was hit hard and sent falling through the rocky hollowed mountain to the flowing river below.

Misk was washed out to sea, and opening his eyes only to feel the sting of salty air assault them, and hos nose.. and to black out again as he floated and drifting under and above in the waves. He fully woke to the sound of voices, voices he swore he heard in and out of consciousness. The nude chirot was in a room, on a large ship. It had merely a cot, a porthole, and a door. Misk managed to sit up and catch his bearings. When he did stand, he poked his head out the door... and saw terror. Cages. Shackles. People of all races and kinds, in collars and cuffs with numbers on them. Like for sale. Or for auction. This was a slaver ship. Misk shut the door and returned to his cot, fear paralyzing him. He couldn't fight.. and he was weak.. and he certainly didn't want to be a slave. He had seen slaves, and been taught about slaves. He knew of sex slaves and labor slaves. Misk wanted to stay free.

Approaching footsteps alerted him and Misk laid down on the cot, feigning unconsciousness. A twig of a goblin guard entered with a tray of food and closed the door, sitting down to eat hungrily. Misk saw his moment. He stunned the guard with his Stun Bolt, and wasted no time in looting the guard of everything. His pack, clothing, coif, whip, rations, and that tray of food. The tray was used to smack the guard out cold across the head before he got dressed. Then Misk squeezed through the porthole, glad for being so small and thin, able to shift his wings out one at a time. Then he grabbed his goods and fled. Misk took careful time to ration the rations, and fly his way over the sea.

He would eventually crash-land in Nanthalion.. and so his true adventure would begin...
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