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- Tyren Laurent + (Once, Tyren Valardin was a man with two go … Once, Tyren Valardin was a man with two good hands. Born a cousin to the head of House Valardin, Tyren was well and truly seeped in time-honoured legends of glorious knights and reverent devotion to the Gods. He perhaps should have become a Knight himself, though it was fairly obvious early on in his childhood that he had little aptitude for sword and shield and even less desire to learn. Thus, time meant for swordplay was more often than not spent elsewhere - and most commonly, that elsewhere was hidden with a stack of books from the library, pouring over one story after another. Tyren took to scholarly pursuits like a moth to flame, and when he was not reading, he was writing his own tomes to share with others. It was no surprise to anyone at all when Tyren left at the age of eighteen to join the Scholars and become a disciple to Vellichor; it was this pursuit that kept him away from Sanctum when the tragedy befell. With his parents and much of his family slaughtered, Tyren fell deeper into his tomes, and through his grief, he rose in ranks with the Scholars. There had been a time when Tyren well and truly considered casting everything aside and becoming Godsworn. But those plans changed when he was introduced to a band of adventurers that were looking for a Scholar that would travel with them and record their exploits. As the Valardin name was held in high esteem, Tyren put aside his plans of complete devotion and instead took his pursuit of knowledge out on the road. Tyren spent the next several years on the road with these five individuals who became his friends and then something akin to family as they explored the great expanse of Arvum. Many a tome was written and much was absorbed, until a fateful night changed his course of history. While the explorers were following a river deep in the Gray Forest, a band of roving Abandoned came upon the adventurer's camp. They attacked in the middle of the night with Tyren's tent had been the first trampled through. When he reached for his dagger in defense, the Abandoned sliced off his hand and threw him towards the campfire, his arm catching on the hot flames and seering coals. Had it not been for the courage and bravery of one of his teammates, Tyren would have suffered the same fate as the rest of them - instead, the adventurer gave Tyren just enough time to run, bleeding and burnt, headlong into the depths of the forest, the screams of his second family to his back. It was by the grace of the Gods that Tyren was found when he was, collapsed from blood loss just outside of a small village, his dominant hand completely severed. The campsite was found a few days later completely destroyed, although the bodies of his adventuring partners were never found. He was transferred back to Sanctum once he was stable to heal under the care of the Mercies. It took a long time, and though the wounds closed and an ivory limb was crafted and attached to the hand he lost, the scars never truly faded. Perhaps that is why he travels now to Arx, to work with the Scholars there and join what is left of his family.there and join what is left of his family.)
- Tyren Valardin + (Once, Tyren Valardin was a man with two go … Once, Tyren Valardin was a man with two good hands. Born a cousin to the head of House Valardin, Tyren was well and truly seeped in time-honoured legends of glorious knights and reverent devotion to the Gods. He perhaps should have become a Knight himself, though it was fairly obvious early on in his childhood that he had little aptitude for sword and shield and even less desire to learn. Thus, time meant for swordplay was more often than not spent elsewhere - and most commonly, that elsewhere was hidden with a stack of books from the library, pouring over one story after another. Tyren took to scholarly pursuits like a moth to flame, and when he was not reading, he was writing his own tomes to share with others. It was no surprise to anyone at all when Tyren left at the age of eighteen to join the Scholars and become a disciple to Vellichor; it was this pursuit that kept him away from Sanctum when the tragedy befell. With his parents and much of his family slaughtered, Tyren fell deeper into his tomes, and through his grief, he rose in ranks with the Scholars. There had been a time when Tyren well and truly considered casting everything aside and becoming Godsworn. But those plans changed when he was introduced to a band of adventurers that were looking for a Scholar that would travel with them and record their exploits. As the Valardin name was held in high esteem, Tyren put aside his plans of complete devotion and instead took his pursuit of knowledge out on the road. Tyren spent the next several years on the road with these five individuals who became his friends and then something akin to family as they explored the great expanse of Arvum. Many a tome was written and much was absorbed, until a fateful night changed his course of history. While the explorers were following a river deep in the Gray Forest, a band of roving Abandoned came upon the adventurer's camp. They attacked in the middle of the night with Tyren's tent had been the first trampled through. When he reached for his dagger in defense, the Abandoned sliced off his hand and threw him towards the campfire, his arm catching on the hot flames and seering coals. Had it not been for the courage and bravery of one of his teammates, Tyren would have suffered the same fate as the rest of them - instead, the adventurer gave Tyren just enough time to run, bleeding and burnt, headlong into the depths of the forest, the screams of his second family to his back. It was by the grace of the Gods that Tyren was found when he was, collapsed from blood loss just outside of a small village, his dominant hand completely severed. The campsite was found a few days later completely destroyed, although the bodies of his adventuring partners were never found. He was transferred back to Sanctum once he was stable to heal under the care of the Mercies. It took a long time, and though the wounds closed and an ivory limb was crafted and attached to the hand he lost, the scars never truly faded. Perhaps that is why he travels now to Arx, to work with the Scholars there and join what is left of his family.there and join what is left of his family.)
