Biografi: Arathin Mierta
Arathin Mierta is a silent young elf. Somewhat a mystery for the others no one knows much of his background. It is probable that he became paladin because of the ancient tradition in the Erteriai noblery following the codes of Paladinus Cognitum. Though not nearly all of the pure blood erteriaielves have what is necessary to become paladins this obviously was not the case whit Arathin. Compared to most other elves he is somewhat gloomy of mood, but sometimes the elven light heart show it selves sharing stories and jokes around the campfire before suddenly pulling back sitting silent.
His war-horse among the paladins is of a night black color almost identical with the horse of Nakir lacking the white star in the front. This horse has been given the name Altiari, claiming that was the first name that came into his head. He did not notice the small smile crossing over the face of the Wanderer when saying he had never heard the name before but that it felt right. Sometimes elves can remember more than they know themselves.
One thing is certain he is very good at what he does. Where Nakir, although always wanting to do the right thing, often fails he seldom looses his grip on the goal lying before him. And where the other paladins of human ancestry seldom thinks about the past he often comes whit remarkable solutions on problems he impossibly could know the answer to claiming it just came into his head. As said elves sometimes remember things not knowing that that is what it is…
The white of the inner city glimmered in the ethereal sunlight allways grazing Erteriai whit its blessing. The spires rose high where the most ancient buildings were. Out back the tree city surrounding could be glimpsed. The plaza of the most holy Vita shone in a delicate color stained by age but that only gave the entire sight a more holy aura. The Temple of Vita rose on the end of the plaza rising majestically dominating the inner city it outshone the Palace of Kings by a fair margin. That was where Arathin was headed this afternoon.
Clad in the armor of elven paladins he crossed over to the temple. It was holiday and time to take the proscribed two-hour prayer. Inside the temple he watched as two paladins, apparently newcomers talked to one of the clergy. The armors gave him a small shock though. That had to be… noticing the weapons hanging from the belts and the shields all doubt was gone. That had to be the legendary armors of The Six. The white cape with a golden knot marked the leading one of them, a woman as second lieutenant of the order. The fire burning in the temple, the sign of the coming, which had been lighted suddenly some months ago, was the proof this was the real thing.
The second lieutenant came towards him as she saw him. He saluted as proscribed the other somewhat awkwardly doing the same. “Good day my good man, could you give me help whit something. I wish to know if there are many paladins in the city and whether I could have the honor of meeting them.” “Certainly second lieutenant there are some sixty in the city. If you want to meet some of them I happen to have an appointment with some of my fellows tonight you can gladly join us.” Arathin truly wanted to know more about these two. He noticed that they where in the company of a human bard strange for him to have gotten past the hedge but traveling whit whom he traveled maybe it was not such a surprise.
Suddenly he felt cold, something was happening. A large shadow covered the Plaza of the most holy Vita he saw several of the inhabitants and passerby’s looking towards the sky and the n running screaming. A forceful wind began to blow as something big landed on the plaza. Ariathin had never heard of an far from seen a creature so big. It stretched from the opening of the temple to the walls of of te inner city. It had to be at least a thousand foot long from tip to tail. Controlling his fear he drew his battle-ax. Not that it was to any use here but he had to do something. He noticed that the priests was fleeing overcome by dragon fear. The younger of the two newly arrived paladins also flew not being able to control himself against the dragonfear. The bard was no longer to be seen.
“Do not do anything foolhardy now,” the second lieutenant whispered carefully gripping his arm. He noticed that she was praying softly. The dragon now a red clad human came towards the stairs stopping. “Ah it has been long since my last visit” he appeared to watch a fracture in the upper front wall. “My mark still stands though”, Arathin had the feeling he had heard that voice before. “My old friend age has not been so kindly against you as me.” He addressed himself to the oracle sitting silently on a chair by the side wall. “Some thirteen thousand years can be hard for lesser beeings,” the dragon appeared to snicker.
The dragon in human form raised his hand and the entire roof was ripped of the large columns it stood on and tossed forcefully by some invisible force onto the plaza crushing some of the fleeing clergy. It polymorphed to a dragon again. Whipping the tail the large red crushed the columns strangely they fell not hitting either him or any others. Roaring the dragonbreath came out of the enormous mouth catching more fleeing elves transforming them into screaming torches. The dragon transformed again now as the redclad man he strolled lustily up the stairs towards the oracle. Passing by the two paladins it spoke “You I maybe will have the pleasure to kill later wen the Master allows.” Standing before the oracle he glared down on the ancient elf starring blindly whit milky white eyes straight forward. You survived our last meeting puny beeing”. The oracle opened his mouth and spoke with a surprisingly strong voice. ”Rathem Arath Sathro Et, so is the words that seals the god into captivity. With the crystal it shall be. Othem Akro Ethro Ret, with that it is done. Nine they where coming to this world, bravely fighting. Again stands good and evil gathered. Never their memory erased from the land of Midtlandia.“ “Gibberish! Your life ends here puny one.” The dragon in human form crooked his hand and though not touching him the oracle crumbled as crushed by an enormous force.
Not looking back the dragon transformed back raising up into the air taking a last swoop over the city dragonsbreath igniting the Tree City. People screaming in the distance. “You will be the third,” the second lieutenant said. Arathin gripped his ax tears streaming. “ To the last breath until time ends and Vita again stands victorious. Peace!” There would be revenge.