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The secret war for the coming of a new age, one in which a small band of alien traitors have led an almost hopeless revolt against a force that vastly outnumbers and overpowers them, has been fought for ages. Both sides are patient though, none field armies to destroy the other; one side can’t and the other would find it too messy to clean up later. However, this doesn’t stop them from taking sides when others go to war. For the invaders this was a chance to set valuable pieces and to make sure they remain when the dust settles. The rebels, on the other hand, could do nothing but try to topple these pieces before the war’s end found them aimed against them. Failure could have meant the end. Under these circumstances, it is understandable if a man leaves home knowing he might not make it back, right? Duran had a family of three. Growing up, it was only his mother, his sister, and him. Their home was in a small community in the outskirts of Galethspyre. To the other children in the area, Duran seemed like a fearless and aggressive know it all, at least when compared to Leona, who was only a few seconds older than him. Few ever believed them when they said they were twins though; they had almost no traits in common. Where Duran was tall, had dark hair, black eyes, and strange complexion, Leona was much shorter, had blond hair, blue eyes and fair skin, matching her mother. Still, those that claimed he was adopted faced Duran’s much more direct repercussions, which left one battered and bruised, as well as Leona much more subtle scolding, which left one with low morale and feeling guilty. Still, Duran’s childhood was a happy one. He yearned to see more of the world every day; it was a warm place filled with marvel. He always rose early and stayed outside until he was hardly able to carry himself, spending more time outside then any of the other children. His reasons were simple. The world, even in pitch black, was better then what he saw when he closed his eyes. Only Leona and his mother knew of his visions. Every night, when he closed his eyes, he saw strange monsters running after him, trying to kill him. He always woke up startled and scared, his mother ready to calm him when it got too bad. He different from his sister in ways the rest of the community couldn’t even imagine. Occasionally he would talk to his mother or his sister without moving his lips, he sometimes talked to himself and when his family would question him, he’d say he heard a voice. Still, these were secrets kept amongst the three. Duran’s mother just did what she thought best and waited for her husband’s return. She didn’t hear from him until her children where 8 and a small package was delivered by an Orien messenger. The delivery was arranged years ago, or at least, that’s what the man said. ‘To arrive on this date unless canceled’. It said that she had to go to Sharn, she was to take a particular ferry, that their ticket would be provided for them when they presented the sealed letter. On arrival someone would be waiting for them. It said that if she didn’t, her son’s condition would only grow worse. When she finished, she looked over her meager possessions, packed what little they had of value, and left with her children. Even if he had been absent for years, she still trusted her husband and really, what else could she do? Neither Duran nor Leona had ever left their home far behind. The trip started out as an adventure for them, the ferry moving along the dagger river to a new land filled with strange people. But there was still a war going on and few things in the world were truly safe. The ferry was attacked and set ablaze a few minutes before docking in Sharn. To this day there’s no hard evidence as to who was behind it, the only clue is that a veteran unit loyal to the crown was aboard, likely the target. Duran and his family tried to go overboard, but as they fled the ceiling collapsed and ended up trapping their mother under the debris. They tried to free her, to get someone who could help them, but to no avail. They’re mother urged them to run and in the end they had no other choice. This weighed heavily on Duran, had he been able to lift the beam that pinned her down, had he been fast enough to call on someone before the survivors went overboard, things might have turned out different. Duran and Leona were stranded in Sharn with no one to turn to and no way to go back. After the initial shock wore off, the pair adapted. The city was huge, and its population all looked up. Stranded at the bottom, they did as those around them did. They turned to thievery. They learned through their mistakes and after a few beating from the local Boromar grunts learned to watch out for them as much as for the watch. All things considered though, they did pretty well, Leona mostly thought things out and got their targets attention while Duran got in and out without anyone noticing. Still, the two watched out for each other. At least until Duran got caught. He spent a month imprisoned and after his trial he was sentenced to a year of forced labor. This period was the most troubling that Duran ever endured. Confinement left him uneasy, the work was constricting and frustrating and night only brought horrible nightmares, much more real than ever before. He was worried about his sister, but he knew she was much more resourceful and much tougher then she looked. More than anything else, he yearned to be free, he couldn’t stand it. Then, with a visit from a strange man, he was. His charges were lifted and his debt was paid, all he had to do was go with him. He led him to a strange temple of sorts, where he saw people dancing and meditating, but there was something odd about all of them. He finally realized what it was when the man removed his hood; they all shared the traits that had marked him as different when growing up. They told him he was one of them, that this would be his home from now on. They said that those weren’t nightmares that he suffered at night, that those were simply visions into the mind of his second self. It was a lot to take in, but slowly it started to make sense. An elder member identified his lineage and when he told them of his life in Galethspyre they were able to tell him about his father, as there was only one member of the lineage that had spent any time in that port. He had been a hero, a gifted field agent who had ‘brought the light to a gathering shadow’. That mission had cost him his life. That he had left a legacy though, that was new to them. Regardless, he was taught the path of light and all that it entails. He definitely shared his father’s talent in some aspects, even if he severely lacked it in others. Still, the resemblance was uncanny, and within the compound some even handed him his father’s name. He still had much to learn though and he found the disciplined life stifling at first. At nights he would sneak out and search the city for Leona, using his new teachings to experience the freedom he had longed for while in his cell. He always came back empty handed though, and as the years passed, his outings became more and more infrequent as he became absorbed into his father’s beliefs. It wasn’t until he started doing field work in the city that he finally found her, or at least, who she had grown up to be. She was now a respected member of the Boromar clan, charged with looking over the group’s interests in one of the seedier Cliffside districts. She wasn’t just smart anymore, she was cunning and cold, rather frightening when she wanted to be. She was not someone that the wise wanted to cross and those foolish enough to do so could only do so once. Their first reunion was shocking; they were almost total strangers now. However, they continued to meet and slowly reconnected. They know that if there’s anyone else they can trust it’s the other, even if they are in different worlds now. Duran’s performance of the dance of shadows says a lot about him. His movements are still uneasy, uneven and stuttered, but they show great promise and occasionally impress those around him. Similarly, it’s clear that he still has a lot to learn, but the fact that he has inherited his father’s talent is clear as crystal. Maybe it was being raised as a human and having to learn at their pace, maybe it’s that his diminished lineage has made his link to the quori stronger, but regardless of the explanation, he has started to take up the path of the atavist, just like his father before him. This is what drives him; his wish to live up to his father, his refusal to let himself fail like he did in the ferry and his hope to somehow bring his sister onto the path of light. He’s found his purpose and even if he still lacks finesse and growth, he’ll do everything he can to advance it. --- -Mother doesn’t survive the trip -Stranded in Sharn, Leona and Duran become street urchins and learn to do whatever is needed to survive -The two become thieves, dodging the watch the Boromar until Duran gets sloppy and gets caught. -After a month of imprisonment and several more of hard labor, he gets released by members of Sharn’s Kalashtar enclave who stumble onto him by chance. -He learns what he is, that his father was a great hero who lost his life in the last war, that he left no instructions as to a letter. He’s slowly taught to use his gifts. - Years pass, he searches the city for his sister during the nights, but finds another group after him. -Eventually he finds her, but to each the other has changed beyond recognition. Duran is much more level, having adopted much of the Kalashtar philosophy, Leona is frightening and manipulative, having worked her way up in the Boromar clan to the point where she beckons fear and respect from those below her. -The two clash constantly but continue seeing each other, they may not be as close as before but they still watch out for each other. Thankfully, both find the other quite capable. -Duran, known as ___ by the rest of the enclave, continues refining himself. He wishes to live up to his father, to never let his inability cost someone their life like it did his mother and to be able to bring his sister into the path of light.
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