'Arshan-Nuwair, Warden of The Dawn' (Arabic: [ərʃɛn - N-OY†wɪə] (Arr-Shen Noy-air))
"All that which the light touches has known his majesty; and by the measure of their grace, do the worthy know deepest compassion, and the wicked sear beneath their ireful gaze. All hail Arshan-Nuwair! Warden of The Dawn!"
'Warden of The Dawn' Arshan Nuwair (a.k.a. 'The Dawn Warden')
A radiant torch in the darkness, dogmatic and assured. A resolute peer in the face of dour days, steadfast and determined. A righteous defender against those with malevolent intent, zealous and unyielding. These are all fitting depictions of the 'Warden of The Dawn'.
Once he was a mere 'Servitor', pledged to the cause of a deity who would fall prey to the trappings of tyranny, then he was appointed as the sun's keeper. Through their machinations and will, the light of the sun brings its glow to all, ceding the heavens to the moon only when the time is right. A process that has endured upheaval, usurpation, and calamity alike. When the time came for 'The Demiurge' to fall, they were among the first to take up arms and deliver their retribution upon them in the name of kin scorned and friends mistreated. From the ashes of that conflict, he played his part in restoring the world as 'The Ascended' wished it to be, and striving to defend what it could become.
He was a beacon of valor amidst a sea of uncertainty; a caring guide, shepherding their flock with compassion and friendship in equal measure. When doubt and dissatisfaction encroached upon the minds of the faithful, their comforting warmth would give them the strength to endure. When the night drew long, they would be present to relieve Hazuki of their vigil and usher in a new dawn. When the hungry sought deliverance, they would grant Dalla succor, and together they would bestow plenty. When the ties that bound began to fray, they were there to hold them together as best they could.
When 'Humanity' sought shelter, Arshan was first among 'The Ascended' to offer them a hearth and home to call their own. So it was that great swathes of their folk found salvation beneath the sun. When monstrous hostility loomed upon their burgeoning hamlets, he would ride forth atop his blazing steed; a colossus clad in gilded chain, meting out righteous wrath upon the unjust. So long as he stood firm, so too would the dawn rise anew, no matter how dark the days became. To those worthy of their compassion, they stood as a champion of virtue; much beloved by their peers and flock alike. To those who stood against their interests, he was a searing fire, threatening oblivion.
Alas; the brighter the light, the greater its shadow, and there would be those who found this 'Warden of The Dawn' insufferable in their nature. No matter how benevolent one's nature, not every soul would find themselves endeared; nor could every heart hope to be satisfied by their deeds. First, it was their kin, and then, in time, even their own mortal flock would turn their back to Arshan. Choice and circumstance formed a dour noose for this righteous defender. One they did not escape from. Death came for them in the form of 'The Grand Host', and in a vengeful fury, it claimed them as they defended a wounded lover. A dire end; or so it should have been.
For there are fates far worse than death...
Divine Domains
The Sun, Light, Valor, Friendship, Covenants, and Compassion. They are also sometimes associated with Summer.
Artifacts
'The Dawn-Warden's Lance': Rumored to be the first lance ever wielded by 'Arshan', and still holding the nascent remnants of their solar powers. It is a potent weapon that will obey only those capable of harnessing the sun's fury. If one worthy of it were to wield it, however, they will be able to unleash great gouts of stellar fire towards their foes, and engulf the head in the same flames.
'The Sunstone': A relic forged by Arshan themselves, capable of providing the light of the sun to its user, banishing shadows both natural and unnatural alike. It is an eternal light source, fading only upon the command of its user. Much like 'The Dawn-Warden's Lance', however, it requires the holder to be capable of channeling the power of the sun in order to heed their call.
'Sunlight's Signet': Regarded as the seal of rulership to those who dwell among the sands, this ring is bestowed only to those appointed to lead those who bask in the sun's glory.
Holy Books & Codes
Those who followed the teachings of Arshan-Nuwair would be remiss not to bear a copy of the 'Kattab Al-nour', otherwise referred to as the 'Book of Light'. Whilst much of its original contents were transcribed from papyrus scrolls, this remains as the most comprehensive collection of the warden's wisdom, teachings, and guidance.
Errant orders of Mamelukes pledged in service to the ideals of 'The Dawn Warden' have also been known to carry excerpts of the text on their person, often in the form of small scrolls they could hook to their belts. This would allow them ease of access when recitation proved necessary or desirable.
Divine Symbols & Sigils
The traditional divine symbols and sigils associated with Arshan are the following:
-Golden statuettes of Arshan lifting the sun skyward.
-Golden talismans with the sun etched into its surface. At the center of the sun lays the likeness of a targe not unlike Arshan's own. These are considerably more common.
-Those who worship Arshan may have symbols of the sun etched or painted onto their shields.
The above can be seen as sigils emblazoned into holy texts, holy sites, and other locations where worshippers and their companions may find welcome refuge from the hardships of the world.
Tenets of Faith
Whilst there are many nuances and smaller details within the faith dedicated to the 'Warden of The Dawn', there are some core beliefs that hold fast in the face of even seasoned skeptics. They are built around notions of companionship, amiability, valor, and integrity. The most important tenets can be found below. They are as follows:
-"Hold your head high. Learn from your mistakes, but do not mire yourself in self-pity, searing in the sun's light."
-"Open your heart to those in need, that they might find strength in your warmth."
-"Suffer not the presence of disloyalty. Those who would break their covenants without due reason are worthy of naught but your zeal."
-"Cast out the false shadows of this world, that their darkness may cloud the minds of the worthy no longer."
-"Your word is your bond. Uphold the covenants you bind yourself to."
-"Treasure those you hold dear, and treat them as you would wish to be treated."
-"Seek retribution for cruelties inflicted, but do not permit your zeal to fall into vengeance."
-"You are your own sun. See that your light is nourished, that others may find comfort in its glow."
-"Make merry in summertime, for it is when the sun shines brightest."
Holidays
Whilst there were numerous holidays and celebrations attributed to Arshan-Nuwair, many of them were associated with valor, friendships, the exaltation of the sun, and summertime. Two of the most obvious examples are as follows:
-"Alsayf Mahrajan": Otherwise referred to as the summer festival, this is a time of veneration towards the sun and the warmth it offers to the land. It occurs near the end of summer, often in tandem with any harvests that a town has reaped. Wine is had in abundance, stories shared, dances held, and the bounty of the year is indulged in. Sparring and other martial bouts may also feature as a form of entertainment and an expression of valor.
-"Gavaz al-mohareb": Otherwise known as the warrior's gauntlet, this is a celebration held twice a year by those who dwell among the sands; once in spring and once in autumn. It is a test of mettle, exalting valor. The finest warriors across the land will set forth to test their might inside of great arenas, basking in the glory of the sun and the veneration of the crowds alike. Surrounding these bouts are great feasts, dancing, music, and ought else besides. Often, those who find victory in these great festivals will find themselves offered positions within the militaries of varying Emirs, or perhaps even the Sultan, should they be without a station. It is important to note that just as Arshan welcomed any who would seek to prove their worth, the same is true of these festivities. Anyone regardless of creed, race, or color may partake. The participants will be treated with the same respect regardless of their origins.
As a brief addendum; worshippers of Arshan fear Solar Eclipses, viewing them as tests of their resolve. This is doubly true of Lunar Eclipses. Many of their worshippers view a Lunar Eclipse as a dire omen, for it means blood will be spilled before the dawn rises. Such is the way of Hazuki and his hunters.
Divine Goals & Aspirations
To safeguard the sun and all those worthy of its warmth, to uphold the sanctity of loyalty and covenants, to cast out the wicked, and unnatural shadows, and to guide those who bask in the sun unto greatness.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
In life, Arshan-Nuwair stood as a proud colossus. Strong, broad-chested, and towering above the masses of their flock; Arshan stood as a pillar of fortitude and valor. Their frame was devoid of affliction and seldom were they hamstrung by injury. From a mortal, and more accurately, human perspective, Arshan appeared as though they were in their early to mid-thirties, physically speaking.
Beyond death, much of the above remains true; though fortitude and valor have since been exchanged for malice and malevolence.
Body Features
In their native form, Arshan stood at eight-foot-six. They had olive skin, black body hair, broad shoulders, and a broad chest befitting of an individual who was no stranger to toil and conflict in equal measure. They had large hands befit for the sword and shield they wielded, and powerful limbs that did not sacrifice dexterity in the name of strength. Their frame was toned, well-built, but lined with scars that tell the stories of numerous clashes. Many, particularly among their following, admired them as a powerful example of masculinity and resilience.
Facial Features
Arshan had a visage that evoked both intensity and integrity. Their features were sharp and well-defined. A strong, hooked nose rest between two round eyes, blazing with the sun's radiance, nestled firmly in their sockets. Large lips are surrounded by a full beard which complements their mane of shoulder-length black hair which is either left loose or held back in a loose ponytail for practicality's sake. Various, archaic markings adorn his face, accentuating a noble countenance and holding great sentimental value. When channeling their divine might, these markings would blaze in a similar hue to their eyes.
Identifying Characteristics
Arshan's most identifying features were their eyes, their facial markings, and their golden targe; said to be their primary focus through which they channel their divine power.
Physical quirks
Arshan was an individual whose gestures were bold, and yet controlled; filled with zeal and fervor, but never to the point of becoming reckless. Whether they were regarding their fellow 'Ascended' or the faithful masses, they would present themselves with dignity, valor, and compassion. Shoulders back, head held high, face bearing warmth to the worthy, and wrath to the wicked.
Alas; one could not expect even the most fervent and righteous of souls to maintain such candor forever. Behind closed doors, and among their closest of confidants, Arshan's physicality and quirks were far more diminutive and labored by the burdens they carried. As they grew heavier, these traits only intensified. Slumped shoulders, downturned lips, slower movement, and so on. There is little reason to believe this great burden did not play a part in their eventual demise, given the above.
Special abilities
Just like the rest of 'The Ascended', Arshan possessed a vast measure of power and magical capability. By virtue of their anointed station and expertise, however, their strength lay primarily with the sun and influencing this stellar flame. Be it ushering in summer's warmth, or conjuring walls of radiant fire that doomed the charge of wicked foes, or unleashing the full might of a solar flare upon those deserving of such, Arshan's control over such a domain was unmatched in life, and beyond death. It should be noted however; that their strength waned in lands experiencing Solar Eclipses. This is doubly true of lands affected by Lunar Eclipses.
In addendum, by virtue of a blessing from Dalla, they were capable of healing unnaturally swiftly, and enduring wounds that would have felled other, less fortunate 'Ascended'. Alas, even such potent reinforcement was not enough to spare them from their fate.
Apparel & Accessories
When the call to arms had not been sounded; Arshan favored fine silks, thobes, and sandals, thread with golden chord, and dyed in deep hues of purple, red, turquoise, and white. Often this attire would be accompanied with appropriately regal headwraps, scarves, circlets, rings, and other jewelry; made by those they had aided, and worn with pride. Many of these accessories were hewn from gold, with imperial topaz featuring as the most common gemstone to be socketed within them. It is said that their purple throbe was made by none other than Hazuki, Lord of Moonlight.
In times of conflict, however, Arshan would be among the first to don arms and armor in the defense of their own. They would ride out atop their faithful steed clad in gilded ringmail and padded cloths, with a great cloak of red and gold, and a helm bearing the iconography of the sun atop its crown. In one hand, they would bear their sacred targe, and in the other, either their blazing shamshir or a flaming lance.
Specialized Equipment
Though Arshan would have employed a multitude of tools in their time as an 'Ascended', their most commonly utilized implements were the following:
-A golden stave affixed with a sunstone, capable of directing the sun's energy with unmatched precision. This would be the most common implement they would be seen when there was no need for armaments, though it was no less potent a weapon than their shamshir.
-A great lance, whose tip could spark ablaze at the command of its wielder, bearing the wrath of the sun upon all those who stood against it. This was the most common weapon for Arshan to wield when atop their loyal steed.
-A golden targe, embossed with the likeness of the sun itself upon its metal. It was his defensive tool of choice and their primary means through which they channeled their divine powers. Be it in the defense of others, or summoning the fury of the sun to fall upon his foes, this shield would see it done. It is a masterwork and among his most prized possessions.
-An ornate shamshir that could be wreathed in the sun's fire, its edge heated to the point where it could melt through the armor of even the toughest foes should it be given the opportunity to. When their lance fell short, this blade was Arshan's staple armament.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Arshan's history is one steeped in noble intention, dedication, and tragedy. They had seen, and endured great upheaval; partaken in the usurpation of gods, and ultimately, in heeding their nature, perished in the defense of another. It is a tale that spans millennia, interlinking with both 'The Demiurge' and many of their fellow 'Ascended'. To fully understand it, however, it is best that one starts at the beginning.
Just like the rest of their deific kindred, Arshan entered life as a 'Servitor', sworn in service to 'The Demiurge' and 'The Great Work' they sought to complete. They were assigned the name 'Ilios', for they were destined to attend upon the sun, and ensure the stellar flame never grew too bright, or fell dark. Their parents and peers taught them much of the world as it was, and the tasks they would one day undertake. From a young age, it was instilled within their stoic soul that to serve and appease 'The Demiurge' was the greatest of acts, and their approval was a great reward. When they were of age, 'Ilios' was swift to join those who maintained the sun, attending to their task with utmost diligence; adhering to the stringent designs of their maker. They would ensure their will be done, for what greater reward was there than their approval?
For a time, they found a measure of success. Though such was not to last. As the world found a greater sense of clarity, fresh complications and difficulties began to emerge from between the cracks of 'The Great Work'. The sun remained stable and much of the infant world knew its light, yes, but not all. Where the light touched, others would be free to attend their tasks without undue tribulation, but where it did not, great difficulty was found in achieving the desires of 'The Demiurge'. The land could not sustain life; for no matter the efforts of the 'Servitors', it would remain barren and frozen. What had once served as little more than a light to illuminate the work of their maker, now stood as one of the greatest blockades between them, and the advancement of 'The Great Work'.
Many attempts were made to circumvent this impediment, and 'Ilios' played their part in a great deal of them. Alas, few, if any of these plans found success; and those that did were either woefully inefficient or endangered other facets of 'The Great Work'. These latter attempts were all too reliant on chance, and the presumption that the delicate balance that maintained the sun would be maintained indefinitely. Dour though this was, there was one effort which held the seeds of potential; seeds that 'Ilios' was quick to recognize. It was 'The Demiurge' that presented the notion of harnessing the excess energy of the sun and directing it around the world in a vast arc of light. Whilst such would have certainly functioned, 'Ilios' swiftly recognized the danger such posed. A single misstep could result in stellar fire bathing the world, the ring becoming incomplete, or worse still, the destabilization of the sun itself. 'Ilios' brought this concern before their maker; whose frustration only grew in the face of further delays.
But 'Ilios', who had partaken in, and even led many of these increasingly unconventional attempts, was not content to simply bear ill-fated news and recede. No indeed. Something within their soul now burned with a radiant passion; a desire to aid one dear to them, and find the means through which their peers could escape stagnation, and enjoy the fruits of the light. A ring was a fitting pattern; but if the power of the sun could not be safely moved around the world, then perhaps the sun itself could. It was an unprecedented suggestion, and a grave gamble, but one they would partake in all the same. They levied it towards 'The Demiurge'...
And to their surprise; they entertained the notion and bid 'Ilios' meet them in private.
For they had been watching 'Ilios' for some time. They, through their ingenuity, had begun to deviate from what was otherwise 'acceptable'. This was something of great concern to 'The Demiurge', a dire omen promising disloyalty if not addressed. To a callous mind, it would have been easier to quell this concern swiftly. A surgical removal of that which threatened the integrity of 'The Great Work' if left unchecked. But such was not their intent. They bid 'Ilios' follow them deep within the world, to the very citadel at its 'Heart'. There, they would be met with several other 'Servitors', each having been chosen for their perceived 'deviancy' and the ingenuity it had brought with it. One such 'Servitor' was named 'Helle'. He would go on to become 'Hazuki', a close friend of Arshan. Once they were gathered in their entirety, they were taken to the throne-room from which 'The Demiurge' presided over all things. Trepidation ran rife, but 'Ilios' steeled himself for what would come.
None of them could have been prepared for what was offered, however.
Rather than offering scorn, or worse still, 'The Demiurge' posed an offer towards those who they had gathered. They explained that try as they might, the world lacked heart. Where success was found, it was grand, yes, but it felt forever lacking. Much was in order, and yet satisfaction was nowhere to be found. Atop this, there was a myriad of challenges and emergent issues the world faced. The delicate balance of 'The Great Work' stood imperiled, and they could not hope to attend to every issue before it grew beyond their control, even with the 'Servitors' to aid them. Such lamentations brought them to this moment, for these deviant 'Servitors', clad in ingenuity, and individuality could prove the key to the salvation of 'The Great Work'. Together, they could bring stability to the world and achieve far more than 'The Demiurge' could alone. In so doing; the legacy of their maker could be assured. That was motive enough to dissuade the fearful musings that plagued their mind when regarding those they had summoned. Thus; in exchange for a promise of their renewed loyalty to their maker and their vision, 'Ilios', and those gathered, would be granted an unprecedented gift.
To each of them, 'The Demiurge' would bequeath a measure of their divine spark. A wealth of strength so vast they would become deific in their own right. They would be given the right to take new names befitting of their station, bestowed command over those they once worked aside if they did not hold it already, the means to shift their form if they so desired, and far more besides. All this was to be theirs if they accepted and adhered to the pledge; and accept it, they did.
So it was that Arshan cast off the name of 'Ilios', and chose 'Arshan'. There would be others who took their time over such decisions, but his mind was already made. Empowered by the divine spark, they confessed their plan with regards to the sun; entrancing many with the prospect of its movement. Alas... whilst it solved the matter in part, there was no guarantee that ought would be sustained in the periods of darkness where the sun did not reach them, and the stellar blaze was still a tenuous force to balance. This fresh conundrum would prove short-lived, however, for 'Hazuki' approached Arshan; gracefully setting forth the possibility of a second, smaller sphere that could chase the sun, and bear the sun's excess to the lands left in darkness. He called it the moon. Something capable of withstanding the stellar flame, and casting it back upon the world in a controlled fashion. Two suns would be far too much to keep in check, but this? This promised salvation.
Following their official declaration as aides to 'The Demiurge', Arshan and Hazuki were swift to set to work. They marshaled the 'Servitors' pledged to their service and enacted their plan with renewed determination. Together, they wielded their powers to call forth the vast reserves of debris within the nearby void and condensed them above the heavens until they formed the foundation of the moon. Hazuki and his servitors would go on to painstakingly smooth and refine this spatial body until it was the pale sphere many recognize it as today, an ordeal measured in decades. Only once such was complete did they move towards the next stage of their plan. During this time another of their newfound kinsmen approached the pair, wishing to aid them in their efforts through the use of advanced crafts they had recently brought into being. They spoke of how their intent had inspired them, and they sought only to help, but it had taken them some time to pluck up the courage. This diminutive but earnest 'Ascended' was known as 'Vulca', and they would go on to become a dear friend of Arshan and Hazuki both. Their offers were accepted by the ambitious pair.
With these newfound tools, Arshan would spur the sun into motion, wielding the strength of the divine spark and the aid of their fellow 'Servitors' to compel the stellar fire to move around the world according to the calculations specified by their fast-friend Hazuki. It took the very best of their advanced technologies and newfound power to achieve this, and the prospect of failure was ever looming. A single misstep, a single miscalculation, and all would have been for naught. Arshan was a zealous soul, however, and they would not accept failure, not when they stood so close to overcoming this great trial. Through toil and tribulation, they would find their triumph. The sun achieved its proper orbit. Now all that remained was to spur the moon to follow and bestow it with the sun's excess. Vulca's implements would prove vital in this effort, just as they had with the sun. Hazuki oversaw the movement of their creation; adjusting their endeavors as necessary to ensure they found success. Together, the three saw the moon advance in the shadow of the sun, maintaining a steady pace, drawing closer only when it was absolutely necessary. This would, in time, lay the foundation for events such as eclipses. Forever chasing the sun, the moon drank deep of its light, and when the sun left lands in shadow, the moon cast its grace upon them in pale tapers, aided by the countless stars long lost to the void.
So it was that the sun and moon found their union, and the three basked in a well earned victory. Returning to the world's cheer, and the approval of their maker; Arshan, Vulca, and Hazuki found deep satisfaction in their work's completion; something neither had truly felt in a long, long while. In time, their fellow 'Ascended' began to achieve feats of a similar scale, and through the variety of perspectives they offered and pursuits they undertook, the world found its 'soul'. Even the most stoic or envious of 'Servitors' could not deny it. As 'The Demiurge' sat upon their throne, overseeing all that had come to pass, a smile graced their lips. This marked a new chapter in 'The Great Work', an age of great advancement, and through the efforts of their aides, the assurance of their legacy.
Or so they thought; for naught which is "good" may last forever.
For a time, 'The Ascended' achieved things the likes of which the world had yet to see, and much to the satisfaction of 'The Demiurge', it was achieved contently within the confines of their vision for the world. Friendships blossomed among 'The Ascended', and ought else besides. Arshan found himself growing particularly fond of 'Dalla', an 'Ascended' pledged to the seeding of life across the world, and the maintenance of the natural cycle. In time, the two would foster a budding love that would endure in spite of great upheaval, contention, and conflict. Hazuki would often visit Arshan, whom they considered a brother by the height of the age. Often, they would discuss much regarding the way of the world, and what could be in spite of the rules that bound them. Vulca would also engage in these discussions from time to time, usually when they visited their kinsmen with some newfound invention or idea to offer gleefully. Utopia was unattainable, but this was certainly close.
Alas, where ambition lies, contention was sure to follow. As time wound on, the inventions and designs crafted by 'The Ascended' grew increasingly varied and ever more ambitious. Concern began to flit among the mind of their maker; for it seemed some were beginning to stray from the order of things as they should be. It was a natural bi-product of their ever-evolving individuality. At first, they were content to allow these 'flirtations' with the way of things, hoping that perhaps in so doing, they would find their contentment, and return to a measure of normalcy. The reality was far from this, however. Where one took an inch, another took more, and before long 'The Demiurge' found themselves stepping in to guide, or otherwise chide their aides for their contributions which rapidly began to stray from acceptable limits. Politeness was traded for frustration, discontent, and eventually, fury. Neither side stood to gain, and the more rebellious souls among 'The Ascended' did not take kindly to this scorn. Two among those discontented were Dalla and Vulca, who felt themselves unfairly curtailed by the agreement they had once found liberating.
Arshan, who had remained largely loyal to 'The Demiurge', found themselves mired in difficult circumstances. Often, it was the case that their maker would come to them seeking counsel as to how they could best reach their wayward "children", and try though they might; Arshan seldom had the answer. This was, in part, by virtue of their own inner conflicts; seeing their kin growing increasingly frustrated, and the 'Servitors' beneath them growing ever more anxious of what might follow. When Arshan seemed at a loss for answers, he would seek wisdom from Hazuki, whose watchful eye observed much that others did not. Sometimes these insights helped stem the tide, but it was merely delaying the inevitable.
Eventually, this contention came to a head when Dalla and Vulca imparted a grave secret to Arshan. They wished to create life of their own, in the same fashion as 'The Servitors', but with the freedom they yearned for. They all knew well enough that such was forbidden by 'The Demiurge', and Arshan strove to dissuade them from their path, even if some part of him understood the desire. Well-intended disagreement soon became an argument, however, and deaf to the concerns Arshan raised, Dalla and Vulca took their intent towards 'The Demiurge', astride another of their peers. They were soundly rebuked, and 'The Demiurge' offered them little but grave words and ire for their blatant disregard for the pledge they had sworn and adhered to since the beginning. Despondent, Dalla and Vulca left 'The Heart of The World' and returned to their respective domains; though this would not be the last wound this issue would draw upon the ties that bound, fraying as they were.
Heart brimming with rage, 'The Demiurge' summoned Arshan to their throne-room, that they might discuss this "insult" to the great work. Their discourse was a trial in of itself, and Arshan could see clearly the fury that broiled beneath the veins of their maker. Though Arshan admitted to their attempts to dissuade their kin, they bid 'The Demiurge' promise them something. That no matter how dire the circumstances grew, they would not raise a hand to strike down those they had come to refer to as their "children." 'The Demiurge', disgruntled, accepted, for Arshan knew well that the ties that bound were frail enough as it was; and the great work could suffer no more contention without terrible consequences being evoked on all. Knowledge of this promise swiftly disseminated among 'The Ascended'.
For a time, there was a measure of uneasy peace; but it was ephemeral. Arshan had heard nothing from Dalla since their confrontation, and Vulca had similarly grown silent. Before long, rumors began to circulate among the 'Servitors' beneath them that they had left to attend to business in the far reaches of the world, though they had given little detail as to when they expected to return. Their workers continued their tasks with the diligence and dedication expected of 'Servitors', but even they could not help but question this absence. Eventually, their concern brought them to Hazuki, where Arshan asked if they knew ought of the matter. Hazuki was initially evasive, but their deflection could not long withstand the persistence of their brother. They confessed that the pair had departed for the far reaches, intent on defying 'The Demiurge' following their ruling. Vulca had confessed such to them whilst attempting to enlist them into this act of rebellion. He had chosen not to follow, but he would not indict their business; for he had grown jaded by their maker's attitude.
This revelation shook Arshan; for he knew well that such brazen disregard for the vision of 'The Demiurge' would no doubt spur their wrath over the edge of restraint. The margin for action was slim, but perhaps if they arrived swiftly enough, they could circumvent tragedy. Anxious though they were, the two brothers left the keeping of the sun and moon in the hands of their 'Servitors' and set forth to the far reaches in search of Dalla and Vulca. Noble was their goal, but they were not the only ones who held knowledge of this betrayal.
For word had reached 'The Demiurge', and they had marched forth with intent to quell this act of insurgency.
Swift though they were; Arshan and Hazuki were unable to reach their kinsmen before 'The Demiurge', who, in a rage, had already brought their blade upon the creations of Vulca and Dalla. Arshan and Hazuki were forced to tread through the remnants of the slaughter, bearing witness to the last of the 'First Giants' as they were cut down by 'The Demiurge'. Something within them began to fray; witnessing such wanton carnage, and the massacre of living spirits not unlike the 'Servitors'. The seeds of doubt began to fester within their minds; for if their maker could usher in such devastation upon these poor souls, innocent in all fashions save for the sin of being made into being, then what would befall them should the ire of their "parent" not be sated by the end of this culling?
By the time they reached Dalla and Vulca, it was already too late to spare the last of the 'Giants'. 'The Demiurge' stood before their wayward "children", eyes a-flame with vindictive fury, demanding that Vulca stand aside, that they might cut down the last of the wretched abominations he had spawned; whilst the diminutive 'Ascended' sobbed and begged their "parent" to cease in their crusade and let them live. Tensions only grew, and the two brothers soon joined in the protests; solely because they were first to see what was doomed to follow if 'The Demiurge' did not see reason. Alas... their maker refused the prospect of mercy and brought their blade towards the Giant, and Vulca therein. Hazuki tried to intervene, but 'The Demiurge' was too quick. The blade cut deep into Vulca, who fell to the ground. A second slash brought low the last of the 'Giants'. The pledge 'The Demiurge' swore to Arshan was broken, and in that moment, his's bonds of loyalty shattered in kind. One of their maker's most loyal "children" finally turned their back on them. Hazuki and Arshan rushed forth, laying their hands upon 'The Demiurge' as they forced him back from their wounded kinsmen.
Guilt-ridden and outraged; their maker blustered and spewed vitriol towards their chosen, decrying their ascendance as a mistake, and that they were unworthy of the freedoms offered. Not a word of sincere apology left them as they withdrew, their "children" left to nurse the wounded Vulca. Dalla was overtaken with grief, and Vulca was lost to despondence. Hazuki was disgusted, and Arshan? Wrath burned within their veins that would rival even the most searing flares the sun unleashed. A covenant broken, a peer wounded, and a slaughter perpetrated.
For this sin, they would demand retribution.
Arshan would be among the first to turn their back upon 'The Demiurge', not because of some long-standing grudge or disagreement like others of 'The Ascended' held, but because of a promise broken. The blood of one they considered a dear friend had been shed by one who had sworn a covenant never to do so. When their maker summoned them for counsel, Arshan did not answer, instead spreading the tale of Vulca's wounding to their fellow kinsmen. Though they had shared in their squabbles throughout the centuries, the notion that their own "parent" would broker such scorn towards them was nothing short of galvanizing. One by one, they cast off the shackles of their former loyalties, working in secret to prepare for their day of reckoning, slowly becoming a unified, hidden front against their former leader. The burden of such shadow-play was not an easy one for Arshan to bear, for such things conflicted with much of their nature, but they endured it all the same. For their kindred, and the justice they deserved. It was during this time of subterfuge that Dalla and Arshan re-affirmed their love for one another; despite prior disputes. Eventually, after much preparation; 'The Ascended' stood ready. Their maker was unfit to hold their throne, so they would take it.
Meanwhile, 'The Demiurge' found their guilt subsiding, they beseeched 'The Ascended' to gather in 'The Heart of The World', that they might reconcile this bloody mess in a fashion that suited their designs. They knew well enough the damage their wrath had caused, but perhaps their "children" would yet listen. Perhaps this matter could be salvaged.
Yet not a single member of 'The Ascended' heeded their call. Not even Arshan. This was the second, grievous act of defiance. Enraged, 'The Demiurge' demanded their return, casting their voice to the highest heavens, that it might boom across the world no matter where his "children" lay.
They were met with silence.
So it was that 'The Demiurge' commit 'Servitors', the former flesh and blood of 'The Ascended', to retrieve their wayward "children". If they would not come willingly, then they would be brought before them by force. By the will of their maker, these 'Servitors' marched forth, scouring the world in search of their former leaders. Once they were crafters, menders, pathfinders, and so much more. Now they stood as the martial arm of their maker. In time, they would find 'The Ascended', for they had deigned to hide no longer. Not a single 'Servitor' returned; for they were either slain or routed and driven into hiding. If Arshan held reservations about cutting down those they once served among, they were assuaged by Vulca, whose vengeance burned hottest of all.
Thus did their reckoning fall upon the world; in all its wickedness.
What followed was nothing short of apocalyptic. 'The Ascended' brought their full might to bear, reinforced by arms and armaments the likes of which the world had never seen. 'The Demiurge' sent forth the 'Servitors' to restrain or otherwise remove their rogue aides, but to little avail. The world was brought to ruin, the great order overturned in a bloody expression of vengeance and outrage. The seas boiled, the sun cast down its fury upon the land, the earth cracked and splintered. All that once was saw itself undone. The 'Servitors' were all but wiped from the face of the world whilst 'The Demiurge' retreated within its 'Heart', leaving their creations to perish in their stead. Such did little save to buy time, time with which they forged their contingency. 'The Sigil'. A great, cosmic truth that could not be undone by the likes of these usurpers, whose wickedness 'The Demiurge' now saw in themselves. For how could they have come to know such cruelty, if it did not fester within they who made them what they were?
Arshan would be at the head of the vanguard, astride their kinsmen, when the time came to confront 'The Demiurge' directly. Heedless to the demands of their maker for them to leave, having caused ruin enough, they assailed their maker. A great battle ensued, and many of 'The Ascended' were injured; but in the end, they would prove the victors. Some called for 'The Demiurge' to be slain, to be done with this matter once and for all, but this was not to be their fate. Rather, after the suggestion of Vulca, it was decided that they would be stripped of their powers, imprisoned using their own tools, and forced to reside deep within 'The Heart'. They would be lost and forgotten, whilst those who cast them from their throne went on to redefine their legacy as they saw fit. A poetic end, so they surmised.
Perhaps, in an earlier time, Arshan would have deemed this unnecessary; but after all that had come to pass, they saw it as fitting penance for millennia of discontent, and a covenant broken. 'The Demiurge' was stripped of their strength and bound by shackles hewn into life by the very tools of creation they had once commanded. Rancor and vitriol poured from their lips; decrying their "children" as false idols, who will know their fate when they too lay 'spurned' by those they loved, and that this will not be the end for all would be as it once was, in time. 'The Ascended' cared not for their maker's blustering, however true it would prove to be. They locked them away in the deepest reaches of 'The Heart of The World' and saw to it that they would never be found again.
So it was that 'The Demiurge' was cast from their throne, and Arshan's part in their downfall came to an end.
When 'The Ascended' emerged from their maker's citadel, they saw the world aflame. It had been brought to the very brink by their fury. Such desolate vistas shook many of 'The Ascended' to their cores. The ruin they had brought about in the name of retribution marked some of the world's darkest hours; hours in which hope was all but extinguished. But such was not to last. Carried by Arshan, a wounded Vulca seized the attention of their peers and declared that their duty to this world was unfinished; but they would no longer be constrained by the bindings of 'The Demiurge'. This world was theirs now, and they would see it restored as they saw fit. Beholding such a sight, 'The Ascended' found their resolve and pledged to remake it in accordance with their desires, and never to repeat the mistakes of their benefactor. When their strength returned to them, they would begin post-haste. Each would play their part in a painstaking process of trial and error, a process that took millennia to complete. Arshan would do their part astride Hazuki, ensuring the world never went without light as it was remade. In time, their efforts would be rewarded, and the world as it was prior to the emergence of 'The Spurned' would come to be. Verdant, wild, and untamed; presided over by 'The Ascended'. They would usher in their own children, the mortal races, and together brought rise to an age of splendor.
To see this age lasting, and fearing the nature of either a singular ruler as they had once known, or a world with no figures to guide its flocks, Arshan would be at the forefront of those who sought to establish a council of 'Ascended', such that they could govern together, and ensure greater collaboration and companionship between peers. The majority accepted, though there were some who took a lonesome path, and others who rejected this notion, preferring the comfort of more select company that might serve their own machinations better. Their choice was accepted, and the infant council was formed after much deliberation. Together, they ensured this age of splendor was maintained.
In time, however, fresh anxieties began to form. Just as they had deposed their maker, what if their own children would come to do the same? If they believed it possible, surely there would be those with ambition enough to try? Arshan did not subscribe to these ideals, preferring instead to offer truth steeped in guidance, but it was clear that they would be outvoted by the council they had helped create. Whilst he would guide those who would come to heed his voice, he was invariably part of the process that gave rise to a grand, and vast deception. Distasteful though it was, history was re-written to portray 'The Demiurge' as a tyrannical presence 'The Ascended' overthrew, omitting the times of joy and satisfaction that had once been known to them. It was decreed that their deific strength made them untouchable to all but those who shared in their power. Their potency was unmatched. The world was remade to undo what this tyrant had wrought, and they would preside over their new domain. A lie steeped in truth, and it would be instilled into many of the religions that came to be formed. Through this, however, it would plant the first seed of their undoing.
The age of splendor carried on for centuries, and all who came to be in this time knew its glory and its riches. But like even the most sturdy times of contentment, it must invariably fade into discontent.
The ambitions of 'Ascended' individuals began to transcend their former trappings, and their inexperience as leaders began to reap its toll. The mortal races and the nations they founded would find reason enough to look upon each other with disdain as often as with love. The same could be said of their makers. Conflict and cruelty were doomed to follow. Debates began to run rife throughout the council as to how they might best preside over their flocks. These would be exercises measured in decades, seeking answers to questions far beyond the simplicity of a singular answer. During these times, the mortals found their voices unheard. When calamity struck, they would be left to fend for themselves more and more often. When war broke out, they found their deities granting their boons, or interceding, less and less often. Mortals and 'Ascended' alike clashed with their own, be it on the battlefield, or in the chambers of debate.
Many considered this to be a time of great darkness, but worse still would follow. As the centuries wound on and the divine debates grew more vitriolic, their capacity to attend their flocks dwindled severely. The mortal races grew uneasy. As time marched, however, unease turned into fear, fear turned into upset, upset into despondence, and despondence into hatred.
Arshan was among those who strived as best they could to walk the middle-road between attending to their mortal flock, and rallying the opinions of the council and even those beyond it. They strived as best they could, but the burden was great and was destined only to grow heavier. In spite of all their efforts, dissatisfaction mounted on every side. More and more members abandoned the council in favor of their own ambitions, whilst more and more mortals began to look upon their makers with scorn. Centuries would pass, and despite their efforts, little improvement was made; whilst the contempt of mortals only grew. History appeared poised to repeat itself, and repeat itself it did.
The mortal races formed what was known as 'The Grand Host'.
With it, they marched upon the gods, deep into 'The Heart of The World', heralded by one who declared that they had seen through the lies of the divine and endured their attempts at removal. They would have the truth, or they would have blood. The very notion shook Arshan to their core, and they would be among those desperately striving to find some means of brokering unity among the council, such that they might assure peace with their flocks. They gave all they could, but invariably, tempers flared, and what remained of the council, astride some who had formerly left it, came to blows.
When 'The Grand Host' arrived, the lie was bared to them. The proof was found in the bloodied forms of the divines and the venomous words that had fallen from their lips during the host's descent. Whilst some would strive to spare their divine makers and seek answers away from the carnage, all too many were overtaken with outrage. In their fury, they descended upon their wounded makers, and slew all they could, wounding many whom they could not. Some of 'The Ascended' managed to abscond, but they were few and far between, soon driven into hiding by that which followed.
It was here that Arshan met their end, defending a wounded Dalla whilst her followers and agents saw her withdrawn to a safer locale. Death was not to be the end of 'The Ascended' however. Cast down by those they had given life to, the fallen arose, twisted and malformed, as 'The Spurned'. 'The Grand Host' would be among their first victims; Arshan claiming the life of its leader. A billowing, malevolent 'Shroud' erupted from 'The Heart of The World', and behind it, these fallen divines would march, intent on bringing ruin to all they had once held dear. Such brings us to the state of the world in the present day, overturned and plunged into upheaval, facing a crisis that could spell doom for all, with no hope of rebirth. A crisis that Arshan stands at the forefront of, not as the 'Warden of The Dawn', but as 'The Pale Conqueror'.
An ignoble fate for one so valorous.
Gender Identity
Arshan regarded himself as a man, and they bid the world regard them as such. Their pronouns were He/Him/His. They believed in benevolent masculinity, and such formed a foundation for both their identity and aspects of the religions founded around them.
Sexuality
Arshan was pansexual. The measure of a person's merit was by far the most defining feature through which they found attraction.
Education
Arshan was tutored by 'The Demiurge' Just like the rest of 'The Ascended'. As a result, Arshan was well versed in the advanced technology and powers bequeathed to them by their maker. Whilst they were by no means the most intellectually gifted of their kinsmen, few could claim to have a greater understanding of celestial motions, and none held greater knowledge of the sun, save perhaps the 'King among The Stars.'
They were known to share close bonds with Hazuki, particularly as they developed their individual areas of expertise. The sun and moon, as ever, were inexorably bound to one another. It was fitting, therefore, that their respective keepers would work well together.
Employment
Formerly, Arshan was the appointed keeper of the sun, pledged to its maintenance and security by the will of 'The Demiurge'. This task was attended to with utmost diligence. In time, they would go on to ensure the proper orbit of the sun through complex, deific processes; returning only when it was necessary to correct the course of the orbit, or periodically ensuring the proper course was maintained. Many of the mortal races believe they rode a golden stallion with the sun bound to its back, and thus did the cycle of night and day come to be; at least in some part. The truth is not so fantastical, though Arshan did little to dissuade them from what they considered an innocent musing.
When the usurpation of 'The Demiurge' came to be, they stood at the forefront of those who rebelled against their tyrannical parent. They shared close bonds with the maker of 'Giants', and their injury was taken as a personal slight against them. Through the war, they rained great volleys of solar wrath against their opponents, decimating armies whilst they charged forth atop their blazing steed, shamshir and shield in hand. They would be among those who assailed the very 'Heart of The World', confronting their benefactor directly.
Following the fall of 'The Demiurge', they would partake in the restoration of the world, lending their skills as a warden in this most tumultuous of times, and otherwise ensuring the sun never blazed too brightly. Astride Hazuki, they ensured the night and day went undisturbed whilst their kinsmen worked tirelessly to remake the world in their design. When the time came for councils to be formed, Arshan was among those who stood staunchly for such. As new races were seeded across the lands, they ensured the seats of 'The Ascended' remained secure, and in time, they would guide a vast swathe of humanity to the lands they would one-day call home.
For millennia thereafter, they would stand as their warden among the heavens, channeling the power of the sun and guiding their mortal flock with a benevolent hand, even as their kinsmen grew ever more divided. Alas, try though they might; their focus became too divided between the needs of their flock, and the needs of the fraying council.
In the end; Arshan would be a victim of 'The Grand Host', their final "post" in life being that of a defender; sparing Dalla from death, perishing thereafter, and becoming one of the first 'Spurned' to march the world in ireful vengeance.
Now they roam the world at the head of 'The Black March', known not as 'The Dawn Warden', but as 'The Pale Conqueror', devoid of the warmth they once gave so freely.
Accomplishments & Achievements
In their life, Arshan had achieved a myriad of legendary and unprecedented things; from feats of valor, to acts of unparalleled strength, to offerings of simple kindness. There are far too many to document, but some of the most important examples lie below. These include:
-Maintaining and safeguarding the sun, its orbit, and alongside Hazuki, ensuring the proper flow of night and day as it is in the present.
-Playing a part in the deposing of 'The Demiurge'.
-Playing their part in remaking the world as 'The Ascended' wished it to be.
-Aiding their fellow 'Ascended' in retelling the fall of 'The Demiurge' in such a way that it secured their seats among and above their mortal flocks.
-Aiding in the establishment of a council among 'The Ascended', so that they might better govern the world they had created.
-Guiding a vast swathe of humanity to the lands they would come to call their haven, and ensuring it was safeguarded to the best of his, and their flock's abilities.
-Guiding a portion of humanity towards a valorous and welcoming lifestyle.
-Defending Dalla to his last breath; subsequently ensuring they survived the wrath of 'The Grand Host'.
Failures & Embarrassments
Though they are far fewer than their achievements; Arshan has endured their share of failures and setbacks; one of which cost them their life, and so much more. The most crucial examples lie below. These include:
-Being unable to reconcile with Dalla until after all hope for peace between 'The Ascended' and 'The Demiurge' was spent.
-Being unable to broker peace between 'The Ascended' and 'The Demiurge', despite their best efforts.
-Failing to prevent the massacre of the first 'Giants'.
-Failing to prevent Vulca's injury at the hand of 'The Demiurge'.
-Being forced to bring low their own parental figure.
-Being unable to defend their flock from certain, poignant tragedies.
-Being unable to maintain the Council of 'Ascended' effectively.
-Engaging in warfare with former peers.
-Failing to balance the needs of their flock and the needs of their kin effectively during a time of growing contention.
-Failing to prevent Dalla's injury by 'The Grand Host'.
-Perishing at the hand of 'The Grand Host', and more specifically, a human.
Mental Trauma
Though they were a valorous soul, possessive of deep-rooted compassion and clarity of purpose; Arshan was by no means devoid of traumas. None could have endured all that they did without the rigors of such leaving its mark. It was no secret that Arshan burdened themselves with great purpose; desiring to defend all those in need, amend all things that stood within their capacity to mend, and bring retribution down upon all those whose abhorrence was intolerable. Often, this zealous pursuit of their own ideals came at their own expense. Their heroics and their selflessness would carve their wounds into the mind of The Dawn-Warden. Every failure forced the burden to be ever heavier, compelling them to try harder despite the limits of their own attentions, and abilities, ultimately resulting in further disappointments. In the end, no matter how valorous their attempts were, the burden proved too great, and the scorn of many was thrust towards them.
Sparing Dalla was their last act of camaraderie and devotion, and its price would transcend death. All that they were was lost, save for fragmented echoes entombed within twisted flesh, endlessly marching against all he once loved.
A terrible fate, in truth.
Intellectual Characteristics
Arshan was forever known as a passionate and caring individual, and his mind lent itself to such ideals. They were slow to anger and measured in their fury, for the most part. Though they would not be considered the most intellectually supreme of 'The Ascended', they still held wit above others, and kindness enough to make up for their other shortcomings. In most faculties of the mind, Arshan-Nuwair was considered to be a good sort. It should be noted that Arshan possessed a far higher emotional intelligence and capacity for empathy than many others within the ranks of 'The Ascended'. Many consider this to be one of their greatest intellectual traits.
Morality & Philosophy
Arshan's morality and philosophies were built around the sentiments of compassion, valor, camaraderie, and commitment to one's promises and covenants. Loyalty, therein, played a major part in their worldview and interactions with others. They exalted the notions of friendship, playing the part of the welcoming host, the willingness to defend those dear to you with zeal, but never exerting undue wrath, ensuring covenants you make are kept. Much of what they considered abhorrent stemmed from the unjustified breaking of loyalty, betrayal, unnecessary cruelty, and the summoning of "aberrant" entities.
Taboos
Arshan abhorred disloyalty, betrayal, and needless cruelty. The breaking of oaths, covenants, and promises would be considered one of the highest taboos to them, second only to plots against the sun and its worshippers. Other taboos included the existence and/or summoning of aberrant entities spawned by 'Ascended' they fell out of favor with. Cavorting with 'Demons', for example, would be considered entirely unacceptable to them; due to their naturally insidious nature, and their machinations and pacts often resulting in betrayal of some kind.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
In life, Arshan's motivation was simple enough. To safeguard the sun and the worthy who basked in its glow, to enrich their lives with camaraderie and loyalty, and to strike down that which threatened the health of their flock or the sacrosanct ties that bound.
Beyond death; Arshan's motivations are simpler still. To bring ruin to all they once upheld.
Savvies & Ineptitudes
Arshan was an individual with a host of proficiencies; from martial combat to mediation, the manipulation of light through to a cursory understanding of the complex nuances of the seasons. They were most fit for their station, and what they lacked in raw intellect, they made up for in empathy, charisma, and compassion.
This is not to say they did not have their ineptitudes, of course. For all their talents, their abilities would prove insufficient in the end. In addendum, Arshan's disposition towards loyalty could often leave them vulnerable to deception by those closest to them. Furthermore, they were also known to have precious little knowledge of the deep places of the world, where light could not reach. This lack of knowledge would prove costly to them on more than one occasion. Lastly, despite the nuances of how the moon garnered its light; Arshan had no means through which to call upon its pale grace. During the night, their strength was diminished.
Likes & Dislikes
Arshan held a particular fondness towards the following:
-Loyalty.
-Bravery.
-Compassion.
-Bathhouses.
-Summer.
-Wildflowers.
-Oases.
-Friendship.
-Dinner with peers.
-The sun.
Arshan regarded the following with particular contempt:
-Disloyalty.
-Undue cowardice.
-Needless cruelty.
-Betrayal.
-Unnatural entities.
-Unnatural shadow.
-'The Demiurge'.
-Demons.
-Deep-dwellers.
-'The Grand Host'.
Virtues & Personality perks
Arshan's strength had always stemmed from their love for others, and the bonds of friendship such fostered. He was a loyal soul, with a zealous capacity to defend those dear to them, and under their protection. Their valor was all but unmatched among 'The Ascended', and their capacity for empathy and emotional intelligence was unusually high even among their own. These made for formidable virtues; and yet they proved wholely insufficient, in the end.
Vices & Personality flaws
For all their compassion and loyalty, Arshan was known well as a dogmatic individual. Their inflexibility would prove detrimental to them, in time. In addition, Arshan's loyalty was often taken to a fault, allowing those closest to them to deceive them with relative ease, due to their implicit belief that they would not betray them so. Alas; in the wake of such betrayals, 'The Dawn Warden' became increasingly jaded; and their zeal grew ever more intense. Though understandable, it would do little to assuage the mounting concerns that burdened them in their later years. This burden would compel them to solve more than they had the means to, invariably leading to further disappointments and greater failures.
Personality Quirks
Though something of a poorly kept secret; Arshan was known to sing to themselves when they either believed themselves to be alone or when they were in particularly high spirits. Though they did not have a siren's proficiency in such matters, they found great joy in it. Alas, the few times they were caught led to rare displays of bashfulness from the otherwise bold and confident Warden. They did not believe their voice to be particularly appealing in such regards, at least compared to others, whom they would much rather bequeath the stage to, as it were.
He did serenade Dalla in the summertime, however; much to their delight.
Hygiene
Arshan took pains to keep themselves clean. They were known to frequent the bathhouses of their flock, bathing among their followers and indulging in their stories as though a true friend. This was as much a reason as the desire to remain presentable for their regular attendance at such establishments.
Social
Reign
Arshan was widely regarded as a fair guardian over their flock; though they were by no means a 'leader' of the mortal races. They were content to guide their chosen and dwell among them when it pleased them or when their presence was needed. Among 'The Ascended' however, they were renowned for their part in the founding of their council, and many acts of mediation thereafter. Some would come to revile them for what they perceived as overstepping, or undue intervention, or because their intentions conflicted with their own machinations. Alas, the majority who live, either consider Arshan a blindly righteous fool, whose sight was seared by their own sun, or a zealous defender who died in the name of one who stood most beloved, Dalla.
It should be noted that Hazuki, who yet lives, defends their brother's final days to the hilt. Whilst they are abundantly aware of their missteps and failing, they do not believe any other cold have achieved what they did; even if they ultimately fell short of what was required to circumvent the calamity that now befalls the world. Noble though such a defense is, it will do little to deter 'The Spurned' and their ruinous march.
Contacts & Relations
Arshan once held a wealth of companions, contacts, and relations; though such slowly waned as the years went by, and the tribulations they faced began to mount. They had many confidants and peers during the height of their success, be they mortals or their fellow 'Ascended'. Chief among these relations was Dalla, who tended to the wilds and was their dearest lover, Hazuki, who they considered a brother, and often offered counsel in times of mediation, and Vulca, who they called a close friend, but forever found shame knocking upon their mind in their presence. Arshan would not ever truly forgive themselves for failing to prevent the injuries inflicted by 'The Demiurge'. Perhaps that is why they serve them so willingly now they stand as one of 'The Spurned'.
Whilst they had numerous mortal associates and even friends, their comparatively fleeting lives often resulted in these bonds being ephemeral. This would cause Arshan no shortage of sadness until they came to accept this reality.
Family Ties
Whilst Arshan may have considered the 'Ascended' to be a form of found family, and before their usurpation, 'The Demiurge' too; the family that bound them by blood were long dead by the time they turned their back upon their divine benefactor. To that end, they have no "true" familial ties left. The 'Servitors' that brought them into this world at least found their end before the usurpation. That much could be considered a blessing in some regards.
Religious Views
Arshan knew well of the existence of the Divine Spark, the comfort found in seeking solace from a higher power, and the value of following tenets and codes that led to the betterment of one's life. They partook in the latter, both to find fulfillment in their nature, and to lead by example to those who would follow them. In such regards, they could be considered a religious individual.
Social Aptitude
Arshan was considered by most to be a bold, charismatic, and socially confident individual. Between their unusually keen emotional intellect and natural predisposition towards empathy, they were capable of navigating most social scenarios with relative ease. Alas; even the greatest socialites have their limits, and behind closed doors, the fatigue of maintaining such dispositions would become considerably more evident in their later years.
Mannerisms
Arshan's mannerisms were both bold and vibrant, yet refined and disciplined. There was little of him that came across as unseemly or beyond their control, save in the direst of circumstances, and they were largely a rarity. Wide motions, a warm-toned voice, and attentive senses all lent themselves to fostering a welcoming, and charismatic individual.
Hobbies & Pets
Whilst Arshan had ought in the way of duties to keep them occupied, they still entertained various hobbies. Some of the more notable ones included the tending of a citrus tree bequeathed to them by Dalla, or the sewing of new garments, as taught to them by Hazuki. Whilst they could not hold a candle to either, they still maintained the practice for the sake of fulfillment. It is said even after their death, the truly faithful still tend to the garden where this tree sits. Beyond these examples, Arshan also enjoyed riding upon their loyal steed, Shojaa, and honing their martial skills with great mortal champions, or their fellow 'Ascended'.
With regards to 'pets' however, Arshan had just the one; their divine steed, Shojaa. A companion born from Dalla's crafts, and blessed with the radiance of the sun. Shojaa served willingly for as long as Arshan can remember; and even now, twisted and malformed as they are, they continue to serve their rider.
Speech
Arshan was always one to speak in a moderate fashion. Slow to rise in the face of taunts and other such forms of emotional incitement, yet ever bold and confident in their delivery. Their voice bore a warm, deep timbre, fit to encourage even the most disheartened of souls.
Beyond death, however, few of these traits remain. It is a twisted echo of what it once was, harsh and chilling, offering naught but fear, dread, and malice.
Relationships
'Arshan-Nuwair, The Pale Conqueror'
Twisted image (Vital)Towards 'Arshan-Nuwair, Warden of The Dawn'
-5
-5
Subversive
'Arshan-Nuwair, Warden of The Dawn'
Former self (Trivial)Towards 'Arshan-Nuwair, The Pale Conqueror'
-5
-5
Subversive
'Hazuki, Night's Sentinel'
Bond-Brother (Vital)Towards 'Arshan-Nuwair, Warden of The Dawn'
5
5
Honest
'Arshan-Nuwair, Warden of The Dawn'
Bond-Brother (Vital)Towards 'Hazuki, Night's Sentinel'
5
5
Frank
'Dalla, Keeper of The Wild'
Former lover (Vital)Towards 'Arshan-Nuwair, Warden of The Dawn'
-4
-3
Honest
'Arshan-Nuwair, Warden of The Dawn'
Former lover (Important)Towards 'Dalla, Keeper of The Wild'
-5
-5
Dishonest
'Berach, Dubhslán, and Fiachna; The Mirthless Hunters.'
Friends (Important)Towards 'Arshan-Nuwair, Warden of The Dawn'
3
3
Honest
'Arshan-Nuwair, Warden of The Dawn'
Friend (Important)Towards 'Berach, Dubhslán, and Fiachna; The Mirthless Hunters.'
3
4
Honest
Wealth & Financial state
As an 'Ascended', Arshan had little need for wealth as the mortal races would define it. Instead, he defined it by the strength of their covenants and the health of those they cherished. So long as such ties remained strong, they would know the bounty of happy hearts, and all they offered therein. Worship, gifts, loyalty, obedience, and whatever else followed. In the beginning, they proved to be a rich man indeed. By the end, however, they were all too poor.
Divine Classification
'Ascended'
Alignment
Lawful Good
Current Status
Slain, roaming as one of 'The Spurned'.
Species
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Arshan's primary title was: 'Warden of The Dawn'. Its abbreviated form was: 'The Dawn Warden'. Both were bestowed by their mortal flock in gratitude for Arshan's warmth and vigilance over them.
Age
Immortal, appeared to be in their prime.
Date of Birth
'The Grand Ascension'
Date of Death
'The Great Host's Massacre'
Circumstances of Birth
Born as a 'Servitor', bestowed power immeasurable by 'The Demiurge', granting them their true 'birth' as a deific entity.
Circumstances of Death
Slain by 'The Grand Host'
Birthplace
'The Old World'
Place of Death
'The Heart of The World'
Spouses
'Dalla, Keeper of The Wild'
(Lover)
Siblings
'Arshan-Nuwair, The Pale Conqueror'
(Twisted image)
'Hazuki, Night's Sentinel'
(Bond-Brother)
Children
Current Residence
Beyond 'The Shroud'.
Pronouns
He/Him/His
Gender
Male
Eyes
Wide, warm and rounded; burning with solar gold hues.
Hair
Long, wavey, black, healthy.
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Olive skinned, healthy.
Height
8'4 in humanoid form.
Quotes & Catchphrases
Whilst Arshan was known to have said much which garnered reverence and acclaim; some of their more iconic remarks can be found below, such as:
-"Hold your head high, and bask in the sun's warmth. Do not grovel and smolder beneath its gaze."
-"Just as the dawn rises, so too will valor remain within the hearts of the righteous."
-"Cast out these false shadows, and embrace the dawn!"
-"By my zeal, I shall see you expunged."
-"Treasure the ties that bind; for they will grant you warmth as naught else could."
-"Let your heart be enkindled."
And perhaps most importantly:
-"All that which the dawn touches shall know my warmth, and all those worthy who open their hearts to it will find their deliverance."
Character Prototype
Salah-Eddine, Mithra, Utu and Solaire of Astora are the prime sources of inspiration for Arshan-Nuwair.
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