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Owein Ardain

He who has no power, and yet wields more than us all.

Nameless Owein Ardain

Bureau: National Archives   Section: Inquisitor's Precinct [Classified]   Public Registry: Classified - Level IX   Scrivener: Felicia Yerivanne, Twelfth of her name, Royal Scrivener of the Inquisitor's Precinct   Source: Owein Ardain, names and titles abolished, last of his name, Occultist   Scrivener's notes: This document was apprehended by the offending occultist. Document was written on a series of torn pages and stolen parchment from multiple sources, acquired by unknown means. Document was written with mixtures of ink, crushed berries, mud, and blood. Document is not magical. Document does not commit lèse-majesté. Document is seen as illegal due to Occultists not allowed possession of written material.  
  I always wanted to travel. I remember one time I asked mom where the clouds go. She said they surfed upon the skies, come sun or stars, and that one day I would surf along and see the entire world from the sky above. I miss her. I hope they didn't arrest her.   I want to write as often as I can. It's hard to find ways and time to write. If I do what they say, they shackle my hands in front of me, and usually not against the wall, so I can have hands free to write. I have to save some of my food to write. I don't even know what to write. I hated journals at home. But what else do I have to do?
  I have decided that I should write this as an account, in case I am never seen again. Maybe if you are reading this, you can learn about me and what I've been through.   I am Owein Ardain, second of my name, son of Allister Ardain and Pyra Ardain. We had a restaurant in the capital city of Vatican. I am simple, and came of no pure title. My father was last of his name, and was orphaned in the Siege of Alexander. He kept his title to House Ardain, but had no skills in agriculture, and had to make his own way. He married my mother, fourty-ninth of her name, and they reestablished House Ardain. Now we have my older brother, Cedwyn; myself; my younger twins Dylan and Catelyn; and my youngest sister Gwyn.   I am currently an Occultist enslaved by the Irenic Order. I had a magical awakening when I was seven. But my magic was deemed bizarre. My parents tried to hide it, but I had an accident that resulted in many injuries. I was apprehended and analyzed by The Inquisition, and deemed a menace to society. I was stripped of my names and titles, and branded an Occultist.   I didn't ask for this power, and I never meant to use it against my city. I can't control it. I can't help it. It has been eight months since I have seen my brothers and sisters, and my mother and father. I want to go home.  
  Although I hate their experiments, The Inquisition has been honest with me. They say I am to be used for good. If that's true, I wish it to be so. They say if my life proves valuable... if my magic proves valuable, then I will regain my titles. But they have also told me to prepare myself for death. I am to embark upon a Holy Crusade that will take us across The Terminus. It's not the way I hoped to see the world, but I'll take it I guess.  
  My companions for our Crusade are an interesting lot. There is Princess Valice. She is fair and beautiful, if not stern. You could easily mistake her for a proper lady if she did not don plate mail and heft a tremendous greatsword. Then there's Morgan Sear. I hate him. He is cruel and abusive. Worse yet he is my keeper. He yanks me by my chains, kicks me if I misbehave, slaps me if I speak out of turn or in a way he deems incorrect to himself or the Princess. I would see him dead if only I had the power.   I was scared of Dharrai as well. at first. His skin is red as blood, and his ugly fiendish ancestry shows prominently. He is a monster in the literal sense. He is also strict, and attacks me when I speak out of turn. But he is surprisingly friendly behind his aggression. He is the reason we're on this crusade. He says he wants to go home to his family, and I can understand his place. And then Aisleigh, a mage of unfathomable beauty. Beauty cannot even express my thoughts. She is kind-hearted, generous, and affectionate. She tends to my cuts and bruises, shares books with me before bed, and has even graced me with a divine kiss. I have never seen someone so enrapturing... if I ever could marry someone, I would not hesitate to ask for her hand.  
  I was able to see my family one last time. I begged Princess Valice, and my punishment was worth it. I could stay with them for three days before our voyage. Aisleigh even convinced the Princess to let me go without my shackles, much to Ser Sear's protestation.   I was escorted home and left alone. Hugging and kissing everyone was like a dream. Mother said they had a plan to ferry me away in the night, that we would all run away to St. Brynach. But I insisted against. If I am on a true holy crusade, than any attempt to run away would only bring the full might of the Avalonian Army upon my family. They would all be hung or burned, and I would truly be last of my name. So we instead spent time together, our last time. They bought me traveling clothes and mementos. I slept in our bed with the twins and and Gwyn. I had never slept so soundly.   Ser Sear forced me to march naked the whole way to the port for begging. But the laughs from girls passing by will never take away my hope to return home one day.  
  They say we have crossed The Terminus. Gods be with us, this truly is a foreign world. They say the Silent Lands lie beyond the sea. It is impossible to eat on this ship. I vomit all the time. Aisleigh gets me extra meals, and even Princess Valice seems to take pity on me, as Dharrai is in a similar state. They even let me out of my shackles to walk the ship freely. Where would I go anyway? The ocean stretches out a beautiful blue in all directions. I have never thought the oceans would be so big.

Physical Description

Apparel & Accessories

Heavy shackles that restrain his hands, either in front of him or behind his back, sealed by a numbered lock with three numbers that range from 1-9.

Mental characteristics

Gender Identity

Cisgender

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Education

None

Employment

Prisoner

Social

Alignment
Chaotic Good
Species
Ethnicity
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Owein Ardain, last of his name, Occultist.
Year of Birth
1740 CE 290 Years old
Birthplace
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Blue
Hair
Blonde
Height
5'4"
Weight
110 lbs

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