Minsyth - He is FINISHED!!!!!

I am done now. *lets out a sigh of relief.* that didn't take me as long as Kalina's CD...i am getting better!!!! Go Me!!! Tell me if the history it difficult to read. Lots of conversations so I set it up differently than I usually do. Tell me what ya think. :thumbup

Name: Minsyth Merenwen
Race: Elf
Age: 73
Tribe: Meladrhim/Ylfferhim
Title: Guardian
Occupation: Guard

Appearance: He is tall and sturdy much like his father, standing at about 2.3 peds. He has uncharacteristic silver hair (a light grey) and silver (shiny grey eyes

). His nose is of medium proportions, fitting perfectly with his sharp features. His lips are broad and remain emotionless except when his sister makes him laugh or even smile on rare occasions. His high cheekbones and his slender build add his his elvish heritage. His figure is full from his rigorous training, much like his father's, weighing at about 1 pygge 3 hebs. He relies mostly on his speed not strength when fight thus he is not extremely strong.

Several scars cover his body. A horizontal scar across his abdomen from training when he was younger. He had a run in with an older trainee. His hands have numerous scars from when his father began training him. His father's sword would teach him lesson on the correct way to hold the weapon and keep a hand on it. His left arm has a scar running from his shoulder down to the middle of his bicep. A wild sword sliced him later in training.

Clothing: He usually wears black wool pants and a white shirt made of either a linen or silk. The shirt has a notch in the front and two ties in which to close it with. He usually leaves it open and free for it allows more movement. A long and heavy black cloak hangs from his shoulders and covers his face. Only on certain occasions is the hood removed and on even rarer occasions is the cloak free from his shoulders. A thick, broad, black belt is wrapped about his waist.Hanging from it is his scabbard, a dagger, and a few personal items, treasures mostly. Something that always carries with him to remember his parents and his sister. Strong boots cover his feet, protecting them from the cold and other dangers on the road. On his hands are a pair of black leather gloves. Many years of training has taught him to protect his hands. Now if he had only thought of them earlier.

Personality: Quiet and mysterious. He mostly keeps to himself, he has a quick and sharp tongue when used. His rough training has made him wary and unsure of the world, always on his toes expecting the worst. This has made him slow to trust, even his close friends. But once he was finished with training, he calmed down somewhat but the edge was never lost. This has also made his senses keenly acute, mostly his eyesight. His hearing is also good but it could be better. At times, he will lash out for no apparent reason verbally or physically causing fear and anger in the people around him. Much of this resulted from his parents mysterious disappearance which he had never fully recovered from. Though he hid it in the depths of his heart in order to care for his sister, the pain becomes to great and he has to unleash its fury. He has a smooth tongue and a disquieting wit which he can use to talk himself out of most situations. Sometimes causing chaos as a result. His hands and feet are almost as fast as his tongue, if not faster. His harsh training has helped him develop the speed and use it to his advantage. Over the years he has come to master the longsword with exceptional ease and has skill in the dagger but it is not his best weapon. He has knowledge of the use of other weapons he he rarely lays a hand on them and prefers to avoid them if at all possible.

Strengths:
- He has mastered the longsword and hs skill with the dagger
- His quick tongue and his "disquieting" wit.
- Keen sense of sight and good hearing.
- He is fast with his hands and feet
- Loyalty to certain people has given him many alibis in high places.

Weaknesses:
- He is always on a edge, ready to jump at the smallest thing.
- His sudden violent mood changes. They make irrational and he makes stupid decisions.
- He is defenseless against magic. Though as an elf he has the knowledge of it, he does not know how to use it or protect himself against it.
- He is not really strong. He relies on speed more than strength.

Possessions:
- Longsword
- Dagger
- Food rations enough to get by on several days
- Water
- Money Purse in which is enough to buy the necessities

History:
It had been a long night. His captors had insisted in traveling without rest, food, or water. With his strength waning considerably, they paused, allowing him a few moments of rest. A blindfold covered his eyes and his hands were firmly bound behind his back.
"We shall rest here for a couple of hours," one man announced.
Roughly, Minsyth's blindfold was removed, revealing only more darkness. He blinked several times only to accomplish in making things fuzzy. He gave up and closed his eyes, laying his head of the hard cool ground. As he rested, his mind wandered. Memories of the past flooded his thoughts. Memories of the night his sister Kalina was born. He had been twenty-five.
"What is her name father?" he asked.
"Her name is Kalina, Minsyth. It means light," his father replied.
His eyes sparkling with a new fondness.
He remembered how his father had said her name, the pride in his tone had made Minsyth realize how special his new sister was. When he was finally allowed to see her, he was unprepared for what he saw.
"Minsyth, come and see your baby sister," his mother told him when he poked his head in through the door.
Cautiously he approached his mother, who was holding a small bundle in her arms.
"Come on. There is nothing to fear," she assured.
Her voice was soft and soothing.
"Hold out your arms."
He held out his arms and was surprised when she placed the bundle in them. Gently she pulled back the blanket to reveal a tiny female face. The features were so small and delicate, he was afraid he was going to break her. Her eyes were still closed but he was still mesmerized by her face.
"When will her eyes open mother?"
"At the time they are ready to be opened and to observe the world."
Minsyth smiled and lifted a finger to touch her skin. It was soft and silky beneath his touch. Later, he swore that he saw her smile at him but no one believed him, saying she was too young.

A sharp and painful kick in the side woke him from his dream.
"Get up!" the man ordered gruffly.
Slowly he rose to his feet, holding his side as it began to cramp up from the vicious kick. One man poured water down his throat while another stuffed his mouth with stale bread.
"Eat!"
He tried to chew but the bread stuck to the top of his mouth. As he began working it off, they replaced his blindfold. His head started to throb from the secure piece of cloth. They traveled for several more hours until it was dawn...at least what he thought was dawn. With the blindfold he could not tell easily but the sounds about him told him it was at least close to it.

He stumbled along unsure of where each step was going to land. Suddenly he was halted and the men began speaking in hushed tones. Every once and a while he would be able to pick out words but for the most part it was too inaudible. As they talked he sank to his knees from exhaustion. He was there for only a few moments until one of the men spotted him and yanked him to his feet.
"On your feet! Not time for a rest!"
Minsyth grumbled and tried to resist but a rude punch in the stomach eliminated the idea.
"Time to go! Start walking!]
He stumbled forward, the pain in his stomach causing bile to rise quickly to his throat where he fought to keep it down.
Soon he heard the sound of rushing water and he licked his dry lips.
"Stop lagging!"
He tried to pick up his pace but fell flat on his face.
"Elves graceful? I guess we proved them wrong." one man snickered.
"Hold your tongue!" another ordered as he yanked Minsyth to his feet.
They walked a bit farther then they halted.
"Remove the blindfold!"

His blindfold was ripped from his eyes. If one of the men had not been holding on to him he would have fallen over. He glanced about. Everything was blurry but he could faintly make out a small building before him.
"You first!"
Minsyth turned his head in the direction of the voice.
"He is waiting for you."
He nodded, "If I could see where I am going, I would move but..."
The man growled and grabbed Minsyth's arm. He led him to the door then let go.
"You should be able to find your way from here."
Minsyth nodded and held his arms out in front of him, feeling his way through the building.

"I have been waiting for this moment since your parents were captured." a deep voice resonated in his ears.
He tried to depict where it was coming from but ended up confused in his directions.
"Fortunately for you, you did not put up much of a fight."
Minsyth's blood began to boil with anger.
"What do you know of my parents?"
The voice chuckled, "You will be filled in later but now...you must rest."
Footsteps reached his ears as the man made his way over to him. He felt a hand on his shoulder as he was led through the room. Down a small corridor and to a small room he was led. The light was dim but he could finally see better. He was able to pick out a bed and a chair in the room. A window was set on the far wall, providing a little light to the quarters.
"Rest well my friend. We have much to discuss in the morning."
The man closed the door behind him. He heard a click of a lock before all went quiet.

He sat on the edge of the bed, trying to focus his aching eyes. He eventually laid back on the bed and stared at the fuzzy ceiling. Once again his mind drifted to the past.

He was now sixteen and his mother was in the middle of giving his sister a singing lesson. He always enjoyed hearing his mother sing. She had the most amazing voice. His sister was good as well for her age. She was only six but she definitely too after her mother.
"Minsyth! Come! I don't have all day!" his father called.
He lingered a moment longer before running after his father's voice.
"If you are going to do this every time, you might as well go join the music lesson," his father scolded.
"Sorry father, I shall never do it again," he apologized bowing his head.
"Don't lie either. We both know it will happen tomorrow," his father replied. "Don't worry my boy. You will get used to it."
His father ruffled his hair reassuringly. Minsyth doubted that he would but he knew better than to talk back to his elders, especially his father.
That year his father had given into his pleads to begin training. He loved how the hilt felt in his hands. It couldn't be matched, it was just too exhilarating.

After several years, he had the positions mastered and was ready for the full training.
"Come on father. I want to get it right before we end for the day!" he urged.l
His father gave him a weak smile, "Give me a minute my boy. Allow me to catch my breath."
"Catch your breath? Since when have you ever needed to catch your breath?"
Suddenly, his father lunged at him, taking him off guard. His father's sword slicing quickly, faster than he could follow. He held up his hands to protect his face, dropping the sword nosily onto the floor. His father halted his attack.
"What was that?" he demanded.
Minsyth shook his bleeding hands, "I was not ready."
"And why not? You are always to be ready for any kind of an attack, even a unexpected one."
He reached down and picked up his sword, whipping it off the ground and lunging at his father. This action gave him two more minor cuts on his hands.
"You are not even trying!"
This angered Minsyth further and he once again at his father, receiving another gash on the back of his hand.
"Enough!" his father announced, holding up his hand. "You are fighting with your emotions, not your head. Don't strike out of anger or fury. It will get you nothing but battle scars."
Minsyth sheathed his sword, wiping his bleeding hands on his white shirt.
"How do I fight with my head?"
"Harden your heart. Fight in cold blood. Tell yourself that emotions do not exsist."

Minsyth snapped from his dream. His eyes were beter now but his head was throbbing perfusely. Slowly and carefully he sat up, rubbing his eyes and face. The sun was high in the sky, providing a large amount of light for his small quarters. He could still hear his father's voice in his head, giving him instructions, and his mother's beautiful voice lifted in song. Sadly he rose to his feet and made his way over to the window.
"I need to get our of here!" he said.
He banged his head on the wall trying to bring some ideas to mind but none came.

A loud knock brought him from his thoughts.
"Master Minsyth?" a voice called.
He sighed, "Yes?"
"You have been invited to come to dinner," the voice announced.
"By whom?"
"He shall reveal himself in due time," the voice replied.
"Then I shall have to pass."
A throat was cleared, "I am afraid you have no choice in the matter."
He heard a click of the lock as the guard opened the door. Turning he found a young man, not much older than himself standing in the hall.
"Come with me, " the man motioned.
Reluctantly, Minsyth followed, making sure he noted his surroundings so that he could come up with an escape plan later on.

He was led to a fairly large room with a long table set in the middle. On it was dishes of every imagineable food. A man, about the age of his father, stood at one end.
[b]"Welcome! Please...have a seat," the man offered.[/b]
"Why am I here?" Minsyth demanded.
"To eat, of course," the man replied with a gentle laugh.
Annoyance was clearly etched on Minsyth's features, "Why am I here, at this particular time and place?""Answers later my friend...now, we eat," the man said pointing to the chair opposite of him.
Slowly, Minsyth sat himself down and hungrily helped himself to the numerous dishes before him. His glass was filled to the brim with wine several times as he inhaled his food.
"Slow down my boy. You will explode!" the man chuckled.
Minsyth ignored the man's comment, focusing solely on the plate in front of him.

The man watched with interest, "Did my men not feed you?"
Minsyth glanced up from his plate.
"If two mouthfuls of stale bread is being fed then...yes," he mumbled.
The man shook his head, "I apologize. My orders were for you to be treated well. But I see that is not so and we must correct that."
They ate the rest of their meal in silence. The man eventually pushed back his plate and daintily wiped his mouth with a square piece of clean cloth. A satisfied belch also escaped his lips.
"Finished?" he asked Minsyth.

Minsyth pushed his plate away and leaned back in his chair.
"I shall take that as a yes. Joshua, take Master Minsyth to the parlor. I shall join him in a moment."
The young man that had retrieved Minsyth stepped forward with a bow. After the older man left, Joshua finally spoke.
"Follow me."
Minsyth followed willingly but questions were now raging through his mind.
"Who is he? The older man," he questioned.
"MInsyth. I have told you this before, that is his job. He will tell you who he is when he sees fit," Joshua replied, turning to face Minsyth. "Why must you bother me with such questions. All will be revealed in due time. That is why you are here."
"Thank you! You have answered my most upseting question," Minsyth thanked.

Joshua's face turned a bright red as he found himself without a reply. He instead turned sharply on his heel and continued down the corridor. Minsyth tried several times to strike a conversation but every effort was answered with silence.

The parlor was a small room containing only three chairs, a table and a hearth. Other smaller untensils were scattered throughout the quarters.
"Have a seat. He shall be with you momentarlily," Joshua announced.
Minsyth examined the room but for it was fairly barren. The light was low and it nade it difficult to see but it was light rnough to depict necessary details. After several minutes, the man entered adorned in a simple forest green robe.
"I am sure you have many questions as to why you are here and what not. Am I right?"
Minsyth nodded
"This is the point where you ask the questions and I will give you the answers to the best of my ability.]
An awkward silence followed the man's introductions to the topic of discussion.
"I suppose that to start out I must introduce myself. My name is Garrison Stephas."
Minsyth's face remained balnk as he did not recall such a name ever to be mentioned before in his presence.
[b]The man eyed Minsyth's expression, "I am not surprised that you don't know who I am because I doubt your father ever brought up his work for conversation."[/b]
This was followed by a puzzled look from Minsyth.
"You see Minsyth, your father was...well....an assassin, and a very good on e at that."
The expression on Minsyth's face darkened, "Are you telling me that my father wasa hunted man?"
"Well, I wouldn't say that. Many did not know what they were searching for exactly. He was a very mysterious man, not much more that a shadow or a spirit that passes by without notice. He was a hard man to find when one needed his services and they had to wait a good long time for him as well. For the wait and the search, his customers had to pay a hefty fee, but all say it was worth the money." The man whistled softly.

"Is there a point to this little story?" Minsyth mocked impatiently.
"Don't get hasty, my son. These things take time, especially when there is so much to tell."
Minsyth sighed, "Why am I here?"
I will get to your questions in a moment, just allow me to finish my story, as you call it."
Minsyth bowed his head in frustration.
"Listen old man! I have been dragged here with a blindfold and no food just so you could tell me a story about my father's life?" Minsyth exploded.
Garrison's face turned cold, "If you do not want answers, I will gladly retort to my initial plan with your head rolling on the follor at my feet. If that is what you want...SO BE IT!"
The mouth of young Minsyth shut quickly, piercing the utter silence after Garrison's speech.
"Now, as I was saying, your father's services were expensive but he got the job done. His last assignment before he disappeared for many years was given to him by a man call Mallron. Mallrom was an old friend of mine. We were rivals in nearly everything. Ever since we were boys, he had something against me. I never figured out what it was."

Garrison paused to refreshen his dry mouth.
"Many years before you were born, Mallron acquired your father's services to get rid of me. Your father accepted it. It took him about a year and a half to make his way to my town."
"Why did it take him so long?" Minsyth wondered aloud.Garrison shrugged, "There were rumors floating around but no definite facts."
"Your saying that he disappeared for nearly two years?"
"Yes and no. It was not uncommom for no one to hear from him for several years."
"I see. And how do you know so much about my father?"
Garrison sighed, "I told you before, I was his last assignment."
"But that does not tell me how you know what you know or why," Minsyth replied coldly.
"I guess you could call me one of his associates. we would see each othe every now and then. I was one of the rare men he had a little trust in. On his last assignment, which was me, he instead killed on of Mallron's men that was stationed to keep an eye on him. He then sent Mallron a declaration of my removal."
"This is the whole point of me being here?"
Anger flashed in Garrison's eyes, "No, foolish boy. I brought you here for your protection even if that meant the removal of your head myself.
A puzzled expression played on Minsyth's features
"Mallron discovered that Kollomor, your father, betrayed him and he was furious. He spent many years searching for your father. He searched all of Sarvonia (spelling?) and eventually found him about 28 years ago."
With the mention of time, Minsyth sat up.
"That is about how long ago my parents disappeared."

It had been a long day at training that day and he was stiff and sore. A long rest was on his list of things to do. As he approached his home he found it to be unusually quiet. Slowly, he opened the door and peered inside. The room was empty.
"Mother?...Father?...Kalina?..."
No answer. Panic began to rise in his throat as he carefully searched every corner of the house. Frantically, after he had completely covered the house he moved to the garden.
"Mother?...Father?...Kalina?..." he called again.
From a far section in the garden he heard something that sounded like someone crying.
"Kalina?..." he called again softly]
He made his way to where he heard the sound and there curled into a ball was Kalina.
"Praise the Gods!" he exclaimed as he knelt down to her side, lifting her into his arms.
He carried her into the house and set her on her bed.
"Shhh...its okay now. You're safe." he soothed.
Kalina buried her face in his shirt, "They're...gone..."
Muffled but his shirt and her tears, Minsyth could barely make out her words.
"Who's gone?" he demanded gently raising her head to look in his eyes.
She closed her eyes as new tears trickled down her now pale cheeks, " Mother...and...Father."

That night had been the longest of his entire life. He sat trying to comfort his terrified sister while fighting the fear that was attacking him as well. He had eventually calmed her enough for her to rest peacefully for a time. He sat up all night pondering what his sister had said. His parents were really gone...and for some reason he felt responsible.

"Minsyth! Are you listening to me?" Garrison snapped.
Minsyth returned to reality, staring at Garrison's face.
[b]"Sorry. I must have drifted off into my thoughts. I apologize."[/b]
Garrison scowled but said nothing...aloud.
"That is about how long ago my parents disappeared, is where I left off."
This statement was followed my another scowl from Garrison.
"How about you drift through the whole damn conversation! For gods sakes Minsyth! Grow up!"
Minsyth rose to his feet, "Don't talk to me in that manner!"
"Sit down! I am not finished with you yet!" Garrison declared.
Quietly, Minsyth returned to his seat. Anger still clearly expressed upon his features.
"Anyways, Mallron somehow found where you father was residing and decided to take matters into his own hands," Garrison explained.
"What confuses me is that no one saw anything out of the ordinary when I asked them about it," Minsyth replied.
"I don't know all the details. All I know is that he got them out of there somehow."

Minsyth sighed, this was taking longer than he had anticipated. His head was placed in his hands as a headache began to form between his eyes.
"What I do know is that he led them to a secluded place and murdered both of them."
Minsyth eyed him curiously, "I have a feeling that you know more than you are telling."
Garrison sighed, "I had one of my men follow Mallron when I heard that he was on the move. He was able to get 'inside' Mallron's circle and get some important information."
"Which is...?"
"Kollomor resisted so Mallron took Nenelen, your mother and...threatened..." Garrison breathed.
A groan escaped Minsyth's lips, "Please...save your voice on these details."
Garrison nodded, "As you wish. One thing that amazes me though is that they were able to keep your existance unknown to Mallron until recently."
Minsyth looked up at Garrison, "What do you mean?"
"He is after you, Minsyth. You existance has finally been discovered."
"What about Kalina?" Minsyth croaked.
"Who?"
"Kalina. My sister. Does he know about her?"
"I doubt it but there is always the possibility," Garrison sighed.

Minsyth rose to his feet, and anxiously paced the room.
"I need to go back and get my sister!" Minsyth announced worriedly.
"You can't. There is nothing you can do now. She is in the hands of the gods."
"My death she is! She is my life now. If she dies then I die," Minsyth declared.
"Minsyth. There is still a good chance that he is clueless to her existance. Look at how long it took for him to come to know about you," Garrison said, trying to reassure the panicing young man.
"I am going to her and you can't stop me!"
Garrison threw up his hands, "I am not stopping you. I am just saying that you should use common sense instead of rushing to irrational decisions."
"You are telling me that my sister's safety is irrational?" Minsyth's voicing rising greatly.
Garrison was silent. He only bowed his head and folded his arms across his chest.
"Go then. If you are willing to risk your life for her, there is nothing I can do or say that would change your mind."
Minsyth nodded and stormed out of the building, never expecting to see or hear from Garrison again.

Edited by: Rayne Avalotus at: 11/1/03 3:54