Hymn
Hymn
Hymn, a nomad of the Star Treader clan who wanders the lands.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Hymn is taller than the average of his kin. Though it may be hard to discern at first glance, Hymn isn't overly muscular, but he is quite toned and rather nimble for his size.
Body Features
What little of the skin that can be seen is celestial in the literal sense, appearing as if it were the night sky. A black expanse dotted with stars and cosmic dust which moves with the viewer as they circle around him. Looking straight at him, a face is not very discernable.
Facial Features
Hymn's facial features are incredibly difficult to isolate at first, but are recognizable once noticed. Some stars shine brighter than the others, appearing as his eyes. When viewed from portrait, a sharp jawline can be seen. If his hood is pulled down, shaved threads of silver hair can be seen covering the top of his head.
Identifying Characteristics
On both of Hymn's palms are a pattern of blue stars in the shape of triangles.
Apparel & Accessories
Hymn drapes a white-ish himation atop a light-blue chiton resting underneath. He has a hood pulled partially over the back of his head. On his forearms are light-colored wooden bracelets, which help tack his baggy sleeves to his body, preventing them obstructing his motions.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
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It was a cool summer night, crickets chirped away noisily as the stars danced across the night sky ever so slowly. Fresh dew begins to settle on the tent exteriors, collecting and rolling off into awaiting containers. The Star Treaders, a nomadic tribe of constellatory Aasimar, began their interchangement of shifts for watch. Hymn emerged from his tent as one of his fellow brothers waved him off for the night. He pulled up a stick from the ground and it became alight, allowing him to guide himself through the pitch. Hymn walked out passed the perimeter of the camp to survey the camp's surrounding's.
Hymn looked up into the starry sky, reciting the names of the constellations above him, knowing which ones were visible this time of year. It was crucial to know them as his people sowed crops under one star, harvested under another, and moved their tribe to another location under a third. As Hymn turned to the western edge of the sky, he watched a star flicker and disappear. He thought to himself, "Perhaps a stray cloud in the distance." Soon another star gave way and vanished.. then another.. and another. Darkness slowly consumed the stars of the night, creeping all the way over to the East.
Hymn, highly alarmed at this spectacle, ran back towards the Star Treader encampment to wake them. When he entered one of the communal tents, it was barren. He scoured the rest of the tents, each turning up empty. Hymn finally rushed to the elders' tent, finally greeted outside by one of the elders, but before Hymn began to speak, the elder faded away. He stood there, and looked down at the stick, the light from it slowly disappearing. The pitch encroached on him, and swallowed him whole.
Hymn woke up from his bedroll in a cold sweat, tears forming at the corners of his star-like eyes. He grasped his face and sighs with relief. It had been three weeks since this awful nightmare first began to terrorize him. He decided it had finally been enough. Hymn uncovered a wrapped-up bundle of hides and blankets and peered inside at the contents. Hidden within was a massive war scythe which radiated like the full moon. It had appeared in Hymn's personal tent when he woke up from the first vision.
He informed the tribe elders of his decision to journey out alone, that his haunting visions were troubling and that he needed answers. Hymn knew not when he would return, if he would at all, but he did know that what ill visions plagued him can not just be ignored.
Hymn looked up into the starry sky, reciting the names of the constellations above him, knowing which ones were visible this time of year. It was crucial to know them as his people sowed crops under one star, harvested under another, and moved their tribe to another location under a third. As Hymn turned to the western edge of the sky, he watched a star flicker and disappear. He thought to himself, "Perhaps a stray cloud in the distance." Soon another star gave way and vanished.. then another.. and another. Darkness slowly consumed the stars of the night, creeping all the way over to the East.
Hymn, highly alarmed at this spectacle, ran back towards the Star Treader encampment to wake them. When he entered one of the communal tents, it was barren. He scoured the rest of the tents, each turning up empty. Hymn finally rushed to the elders' tent, finally greeted outside by one of the elders, but before Hymn began to speak, the elder faded away. He stood there, and looked down at the stick, the light from it slowly disappearing. The pitch encroached on him, and swallowed him whole.
Hymn woke up from his bedroll in a cold sweat, tears forming at the corners of his star-like eyes. He grasped his face and sighs with relief. It had been three weeks since this awful nightmare first began to terrorize him. He decided it had finally been enough. Hymn uncovered a wrapped-up bundle of hides and blankets and peered inside at the contents. Hidden within was a massive war scythe which radiated like the full moon. It had appeared in Hymn's personal tent when he woke up from the first vision.
He informed the tribe elders of his decision to journey out alone, that his haunting visions were troubling and that he needed answers. Hymn knew not when he would return, if he would at all, but he did know that what ill visions plagued him can not just be ignored.
Education
Like most of the children of the clan, Hymn was taught at an early age the basics of survival, including foraging and hunting; self-sufficiency and farming; the ability to read and write; and dealing with trade and currency. Being closer to the leaders and elders of the Star Treaders than some of the other children, Hymn was also educated in handling some diplomatic affairs, in order to avoid disputes with other nomadic tribes and natives. Hymn's mentor, elder Muse, taught him the introductory to druidcraft, leaving to learn the rest himself.
Personality Characteristics
Likes & Dislikes
While Hymn appreciates much of what other cultures have invented and respects how they live, though he despises how many of these societies mistreat the land and how over-reliant they are on metals.
Virtues & Personality perks
Hymn holds those that he considers his companions in high regards and is instinctually protective over them.
Vices & Personality flaws
Hymn believes cautionary planning is a waste of time. Living in the moment and being reactionary to immediate and short-term events is Hymn's method, even when it could be dangerous.
Personality Quirks
Staying in one place for a long period of time makes Hymn feel uncomfortable.
Hygiene
Hymn keeps himself clean when given the opportunity to do so, preferring freshwater streams and springs, over bathhouses. Having learned from his fellow tribesman, he creates his own soap; infusing oils from wild lavender and mint to keep a fresh scent, and to repel insects.
Social
Contacts & Relations
Hymn is the pupil of Muse, an elder of the Star Treaders and whom he owes his tutelage and education to.
Family Ties
Hymn is the son of Piety and Psalm, his mother and father, respectively; husband to Bliss; and father to Song, his daughter.
Religious Views
Hymn holds some common beliefs that are shared among his tribe, such as when their people pass, they join the stars of the night sky. As such, they hold the stars in high regard, offering prayers and revering them in respect to their memory, even when their names are long-forgotten.
Hymn, a nomad of the Star Treader clan who wanders the lands.
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Alignment
Neutral Good
Age
25
Date of Birth
33rd of Yvirdin, 333
Birthplace
The hills North-East of Marynn
Children
Gender
Male
Hair
Silver
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Stellar Parallax
Height
6 ft. 2 in.
Weight
160lb
Quotes & Catchphrases
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[!]Extension
42nd of Ymir, 358
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I've spent the last few days looking int0 the information about this seer. It sounds like they may be a legitimate individual, but I still have yet to see it for myself. As it turns out, they had left Hrorilad about three months ago, without saying exactly where they were going, but that they looked like they were in a panic to leave. I may have been a little too optimistic of the idea that they were still here. Hopefully I can find something in a library, though the ones here sound to be a little more scholarly rather than public access.
I had the dream again last night. That cold pitch black nothingness that crept over the night sky seems to be moving faster each time I experience it. Reverence to the stars, I pray to my ancestors that I have not acted too late on my visions. My dear Song and Bliss, I do hope to return to you both soon. At the rate at which things will be progressing on my end, it may be during the spring migration that we see each other again.
I had the dream again last night. That cold pitch black nothingness that crept over the night sky seems to be moving faster each time I experience it. Reverence to the stars, I pray to my ancestors that I have not acted too late on my visions. My dear Song and Bliss, I do hope to return to you both soon. At the rate at which things will be progressing on my end, it may be during the spring migration that we see each other again.
[!]Bitter Cold
37th of Ymir, 358
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An intense wind stream had wound its way through the mountains as I was passing through, I had to bunker down in a large cave in order to wait for it to pass. The winds brought cold air from the distant north, dropping the temperature to freezing overnight. I had to stay for longer than I had hoped, so I chose to venture further into the cave, since it seemed to expand deep into the mountainside.
At the end of the path was a stone door with eyes etched across the surface, which wouldn't budge regardless of how hard I pressed on it, though I did feel tired after coming into contact with it. As I made my way back toward the entrance of the cavern, I was greeted by a figure that loomed at the entrance. Skin wrinkled and a pale blue, a frost-bitten beard that stretched to its waist, and standing so tall that it could touch the top of the cavern. It called out to me in the tongue of giants, and it was then that I knew what stood before me.
I responded in its native tongue, and it began to laugh, impressed that someone my size could speak its language. As it strode over, the floor thumped with each step. I couldn't move, the frost giant's presence glued me to the floor. Luck appeared to be on my side as it told me to relax. The giant was old and didn't wish for any problems, he apparently comes to visit this place because he suffers from recurring insomnia, resting at the door at the end of the cave because it makes him able to sleep for some odd reason.
We kept company for the few days that I was trapped here, speaking of our cultures and family. It turned out that my mentor, Elder Muse, was an acquaintance of some of the giants in this area, finally answering my question as to why he would bother teaching me this language. As the winds died down, the giant accompanied me down the mountainside. Saying our goodbyes, the giant pointed out paths which would help me get to the path that connects to Hrorilad, where I am writing from now.
At the end of the path was a stone door with eyes etched across the surface, which wouldn't budge regardless of how hard I pressed on it, though I did feel tired after coming into contact with it. As I made my way back toward the entrance of the cavern, I was greeted by a figure that loomed at the entrance. Skin wrinkled and a pale blue, a frost-bitten beard that stretched to its waist, and standing so tall that it could touch the top of the cavern. It called out to me in the tongue of giants, and it was then that I knew what stood before me.
I responded in its native tongue, and it began to laugh, impressed that someone my size could speak its language. As it strode over, the floor thumped with each step. I couldn't move, the frost giant's presence glued me to the floor. Luck appeared to be on my side as it told me to relax. The giant was old and didn't wish for any problems, he apparently comes to visit this place because he suffers from recurring insomnia, resting at the door at the end of the cave because it makes him able to sleep for some odd reason.
We kept company for the few days that I was trapped here, speaking of our cultures and family. It turned out that my mentor, Elder Muse, was an acquaintance of some of the giants in this area, finally answering my question as to why he would bother teaching me this language. As the winds died down, the giant accompanied me down the mountainside. Saying our goodbyes, the giant pointed out paths which would help me get to the path that connects to Hrorilad, where I am writing from now.
[!]New Perspectives
17th of Ymir, 358
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I arrived in a small town about a week ago having continued my way north-west. While this place isn't this long a way's travel from my tribe's current encampment, I haven't eactly been heading directly here, largely just wandering and traveling by ear of passing carts. The past few days I have been experimenting; examining myself and getting a feel of this scythe. Listening to some of the individuals within the taverns, this kind of thing is called a "pact", I do not recall entering into any agreement into service alongside or with this weapon, so this may be another case. Regardless, I seem to be able to cast new spells thanks to it.
I also spent some of this time refamiliarizing myself with Druidry. I apparently have a better knack for this field of magic than I had initially thought. With some self-reflection, among other things I am able to modify my form, taking on that of a beast or shifting my stars to create constellations that grant me some extraordinary power.
I had hoped that there was even a small library here or someone who may know how to interpret dreams, but it was almost fruitless, had it not been for a merchant informing me of rumors of a powerful seer. They say they had picked up this information in Hrorilad, so I plan on heading to this city through a path in the mountain and trying to learn more, myself.
I also spent some of this time refamiliarizing myself with Druidry. I apparently have a better knack for this field of magic than I had initially thought. With some self-reflection, among other things I am able to modify my form, taking on that of a beast or shifting my stars to create constellations that grant me some extraordinary power.
I had hoped that there was even a small library here or someone who may know how to interpret dreams, but it was almost fruitless, had it not been for a merchant informing me of rumors of a powerful seer. They say they had picked up this information in Hrorilad, so I plan on heading to this city through a path in the mountain and trying to learn more, myself.
[!]First Encounter
39th of Sindir, 358
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I hadn't quite planned out this venture, so things are always surprising me. I haven't had any problems securing resources, but the unsavory individuals I have encountered have given me a run for my money. I had set up camp last night, and some brutes attempted to steal from me. Unfortunately for the three thieves, one had stepped on the hunting trap I had deployed for food, so I was able to catch them searching through my bag, but I was only armed with one of my daggers. Another of the thieves charged me with a shortsword and knocked that dagger out of my hand and rushed me. Thankfully I sustained only minor injuries, nothing that magic couldn't heal. That mysterious weapon is something of wonder. Before I realized that one of the thieves was holding it at the time, I instinctually reached out for the scythe, and it suddenly appeared in my hands. I have no experience with this kind of weapon, the closest being what I use to harvest the grain fields that we sow, but it felt right when I held it, like I had always used this scythe. With it, I twirled it around my body, lunging forward, hooking it down and wrapping the blade around the arm of the assailant. With this I only had to lean back and pull down, cutting off the forearm of the thief that was rushing me, causing them to lose their shortsword. They and one other fled, leaving my belongings and the trapped one behind. He wept and begged for forgiveness, so I told them I didn't want any further trouble. I undid the trap for them, and recovered their wounds. They thanked me, crying the whole time. It seems like that shortsword was the only weapon between the three of them, which he took and left.
I think the first thing I need to do is learn more about this scythe and what else it has done for me.
I think the first thing I need to do is learn more about this scythe and what else it has done for me.
[!]Recurring Nightmares
3rd of Sindir, 358
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Yesterday I had informed the elders of the details my dreams and of the weapon that had appeared appeared before me. I had told them I had intended on leaving soon, but that was something more easily said than done. Bliss was understanding and encouraged my decision when I brought it up to them, but dear Song, pleaded with me not to leave, that she didn't care about my "stupid dreams," she wanted me to stay with her. I promised her that I will stay with her for 15 more moons, that way I would be present for her 6th birthday, which she finally relented for. As her father, it hurts that I must leave this way, but it must be done. I don't understand these nightmares, but I cannot ignore the possibility that they could be a serious threat. I'll try to prepare a gift for her in that time so that she knows I'm always with her.
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