Arin

Wheels in Motion

To keep your friends close and your enemies closer is a tired cliche, and, honestly, one with little truth. Since I was scoured clean by the Unconquered Sun I have learned that in order to see a new rebirth of the old ways, I must be equally as suspicious, if not more so, of those who would call my circle friends as I am of those who are obviously our enemies.

Arin seems like the perfect friend. He is bold, skilled, courageous, and willing to swear any oath of loyalty we ask, but still, he is Raksha. His people have again and again formed up out of the Wyld places in an attempt to bring Creation back to the chaos from which it was formed. Whatever tales are told of the occasional fair one that learns to find a place among mortals, a thousand times as many paths of destruction have been carved by their glass blades and soul-drinking eyes.