[retired]Woofiira Kuani | Oread | Reincarnated Druid | lvl 7

4550 BRW: Although Kel didn't know much of what was going on, he stood tall and proud within his secluded village. Through the ages many things have come and gone and nothing ever passed his eyes. As time went on he grew weary, and soon he would need to slumber. As he gazed upon the others he couldn't help but smile as if to say, "we're better," soon he could rest, and soon he embraced this slumber.

3950 BRW: Calah didn't particularly understand others, she simply enjoyed the water. As she swam around nothing really bothered her. No one in the village intrigued her and all the menial tasks such as gathering food didn't appeal to her. She simply enjoyed swimming around without a care in the world. Though it was weird, with her ingrained ability to swim she never grew tired of it but recently her weariness overcame her. She felt the need to rest, for a very long time, yet didn't feel the fatigue or anything else. As she gazed upon the others working, she let out a sigh and crawled into her den. She closed her eyes and drifted away.

3912 BRW: Silm couldn't help but be disgusted, a scavenging team had recently found a small isolated undine village, but what they witnessed was only a large graveyard. Someone or something had completely annihilated the village and there was nothing to identify what. It was revolting, nothing else could define it, but for some reason he felt intrigue. Something about it was fascinating but he couldn't understand what it was. He let out a sigh and returned to his village, returning to his love and family. He smiled as he returned, but that night he felt a bit tired. He embraced his love and that night he also embraced a deep slumber.

2522 BRW: Jalice enjoyed hard work, he did as much as he could to further advance the comfort of his fellow villagers. Whether it was building homes or hunting out pelts he did as much as he could to help out his fellow villagers. This landed him a happy family, a loving wife, and two beautiful children. He did as much as he could whenever he could and never once doubted that with hard work everything was possible. One day when on the hunt, his party stumbled upon a large tree, ominious and tall. Though they paid it no mind, Jalice found it fascinating, something ominous lurked from the tree yet as the party moved on he could only shake his head and continue. He returned to the village and as he laid in bed that night he felt very tired and decided to fall rest, to embrace a deep slumber.

2312 BRW: Leon was boring. Nothing really ever happened, nor did anything interesting ever appear. So one day he felt tired, and decided to sleep.

24 ARW: Gallihan was a long lasting aasimar, though he didn't do much with his prestige he did live for quite some time. Almost four thousand years in the process, understanding his many past lives he delved deep to understand who he was and where he came from. He understood that many of them came to a deep slumber, yet confusingly nothing after their rest. For some reason within the last four thousand years he never felt the urge to partake in this rest, and even more confusing was the fact that nothing really came of his past lives aside from his memories. Growing bored from his time, he left and traveled to a smaller village far away from the city. When he arrived he finally understood the weariness from the other lives, and grew tired while watching the small village of tieflings ramble about. As he sat against a tree he finally laid to rest.

112 ARW: Arthian was a hard working soldier, he followed a code of honor similar to that of samurai and never broke it. As a member of the military might during the orc imp wars, he fought across the front lines as best as he could. After many bloody days of tireless fighting, his small platoon stumbled upon a secluded village. A small village so far away from everything that they didn't even know they were in the middle of a battleground, and to him he felt this the perfect location to rest. His small platoon waddled into the village asking for help. They sadly did not understand him but luckily they were helpful and assisted with the wounded. For the night the whole platoon agreed on rotating watches as usual, and to him he felt extraordinarily tired. That night when he fell asleep it was like he accepted a deep slumber. That night he dreamt of many things such as his past lives, seeing the experiences of an oread, a sylph, an undine, an infrit, a goblin, and an aasimar. He witnessed a great deal many conflicts, but also a great deal many loves. A vast collection of emotions stumbled into his heart, and he let out a tear for home. This dream was a very nice yet dreadful dream. As if a sudden burst of lightning hit him he awoke to notice something horrifying, one of his fellow soldiers laying underneath him in tears begging for his life. He knew not what this soldier was talking about nor did he understand what was going on, but instincts kicked in and he followed the motion his body had set forth. Before he could react, before he could stop it, his arms already swung downward and killed his ally. As he looked around he noticed the horrible act that he had completed, the complete annihilation of his friends, and the innocent villagers that helped him. He didn't want this to be true, but the bruises he got from their struggles brought pain that he understood to be true. "This can't be!" he thought to himself, and then proceeded to shout it out form the top of his lungs, "THIS CANT BE!" He wanted to forget, he would do anything to make this untrue, and so lifted his weapon. There was only one way to atone for his sins.

193 ARW: Wofiira stayed secluded with his village. With no thirst for adventure he lived for his work. He found thrill in the hunt, prey was always ready for him, and he felt great every time he could catch them. But recently the prey was faltering, they instead came to him instead of him hunting them, and this disappointed him to no bound. And as the prey ceased to exist so did he from that village. Instead he looked towards the rumored adventuring city, a city bustling with those that needed his skills. A city in which the greatest hunting ground could present itself.