Three Random Ideas

 Disclaimer: This is a fan fiction, I do not own the setting, deities, or locations involved. I do not plan to make money on any of this

The Blizzard Walkers are a small holy order. They seek out hidden catches at old ruins, weather they be Giant, Humankind, or other. Going off the grid for long stretches of time, wandering blind threw the wode. When the Blizzard walkers return to a settlement, no matter the size they will share the knowledge they have found in there travels.

It is no surprise really that to become a Blizzard Walker, one of the trials is to walk into a blizzard and make it out alive. If one can find the knowledge of a Blizzard one can find knowledge anywhere. They Believe that the more dangerous the knowledge, the more dangerous it is to have it in a location known by everyone is a disaster waiting to happen. That is why the last trial of the Blizzard Walker is how to give Sirsex the location of the knowledge they have hidden, so that no one but Sirsex knows where the information is located.

The Dogma and Deity that they follow and truly align with is that of Sirsex. There is nothing wrong with hiding your true intentions, tied with the fact that people do not tend to look deeper than surface level. The name and the trials should be enough to keep the true mission hidden. Everyone, Giant, Humankind, and the Wode has lost knowledge that needs to be either found or hidden better, and no one does that better than those who Walk the Blind parts of the world.

Ah you want me to thank me for saving your life and your wagon. Well to be honest we just happened to be travellers heading down the same road at the same time. It was no trouble at all.

Oh, That is interesting, some one of my age moving the way I did to defend us is not normal.

You want to know how I learnt to kill so well? See, you wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Well okay, I will tell you on one condition, you keep the ale flowing. Deal? Deal. So way back 300 or was it 400 years ago. A few of the Gods got together and made an organization. Yes there was the war against the giants, but there was other dangers of the world.

Yes the world is still dangerous now, just imagine before when we were fighting for a chance to make a place here. Hence what happened tonight.

Hmm. You want to know the name of the organization? That is a fair question.

Under the light of the moons, in the long shadows of the night, no danger shall escape for we are those who protect the roads. We are the Xanredor Sentinels. It is a rather fitting oath, and name.

Oh the name doesn't make sense to you? Well its simple, really. The Xanredor Sentinels are named after the moons: Xandarin, Eredin, and Orojor. As the oath stated, we are an organization that operates mostly at night.

Never heard of us? Oh well this is a large land and we do our best to protect all of the roads. Even if the people needing protecting are the giants. With how much roads there are and how few of us there are I can understand you never hearing about us.

Which of the Gods created the Xanredor? That is another good question. I knew you where you where a smart man when we started travelling to Rindelton together. That is something your not really going to believe either. But for protecting humankind you got Sillelio, remember this was before she went made. For operating in the darkness of shadows you had Anethrex. Yeah I know it doesn't make sense, but I trust those that told me, for they where there.

Then you had of course Nemevena for the operating at night which is her domain, and you can't have a warrior clad without Biezen's support. Oh?

Hmm? How did I learn this? Well Not only did I have a master and a few other apprentices beside me, I also managed to survive long enough to make it to the Convergence and talk with the members that I mentioned earlier. The ones that where there when the organization was founded.

Whats Convergence? Well what else would you call it when all three moons converge in the sky at the same time and are all (Full or new) moons? It only happens every fifty four years and two hundred and eight days. I being a human was lucky to make it even one, I am now way to old to make it to the next one.

Name: Fivin Liakeer Race: Wood-Elf Gender: Male

Age: Somewhere over 600 Location: Unknown Class: Ranger

Fivin after having spent a good chunk of his life fighting in the three hundred year war helped his friends lineage Rindelton set up a place for people to be safe. That was his life for a good while, but eventually Fivin got tired of being one of a token of people who had seen the war and just talked to as if he was well past his prime.

He just simply left his home in the middle of the night during spring and moved into the Wild. Figuring if he died there he at least would die on his own terms rather than on other peoples. Building a log cabin and harvesting fire wood keeps Fivin in good shape.

With the use of the magic spell Good Berry and making sure to replant trees when he cuts them down for firewood in the winter, Fivin has a what he would call a good life. It is also easier to avoid reverting back into being in the war again when your away from the distractions of city life.

There are times when he thinks what his kin think, if they consider him dead. There are times he considers just abandoning his cabin and heading back to Rindelton, due to the fact that by now he is probable forgotten. Though that brings up other issues like how does he prove to anyone he is who he says he is. Or how does he make money.

There are other times he considers trying to find a wood elf settlement to spend the last years of his life, but that brings about other issues. Such as having never been good at remembering where things are. Wondering aimlessly through the world to find people does not seem like a good idea.