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	{{creative-work \| title = The Saga of Jaired Delone \| type = short story \|author=Jaired Delone \| author-displayed = Player of [[Jaired (platinum)]]}}		{{creative-work \| title = The Saga of Jaired Delone \| type = short story \|author=Jaired Delone \| author-displayed = Player of [[Jaired (platinum)]] \| date = 2019-07-21}}
	This is a collection of stories that tell of the adventures and history of Jaired Delone, written by the player.		This is a collection of stories that tell of the adventures and history of Jaired Delone, written by the player.

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	Then again… probably not.		Then again… probably not.

	[[Category: Platinum ~~Instance Storylines~~]]		[[Category: Platinum storylines]]

AFALLACE: /* The Path Home */

2024-01-13T18:24:38Z

The Path Home

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	The Onarian rushed to the window to watch as Jaired fell to the street below, the shards of glass catching moon’s light like a glistening rain. Jaired watched back. Both men knew it would be the last time their eyes would meet, and the Onarian was shocked to see that Jaired’s were still trapped in their unwavering calm. As Jaired landed upon the hard ground of the cobbled street, the Onarian rushed back into the room and down to confirm the kill. By the time he got there, Jaired was already gone. He yelled out in violent rage, swearing revenge. Jaired heard it as he hid nearby, but for the time being, all he could do was stay put. Moving in his current state was out of the question… but he knew that he would have to move soon.		The Onarian rushed to the window to watch as Jaired fell to the street below, the shards of glass catching moon’s light like a glistening rain. Jaired watched back. Both men knew it would be the last time their eyes would meet, and the Onarian was shocked to see that Jaired’s were still trapped in their unwavering calm. As Jaired landed upon the hard ground of the cobbled street, the Onarian rushed back into the room and down to confirm the kill. By the time he got there, Jaired was already gone. He yelled out in violent rage, swearing revenge. Jaired heard it as he hid nearby, but for the time being, all he could do was stay put. Moving in his current state was out of the question… but he knew that he would have to move soon.

	==~~The~~ ~~Path Home~~==		==Starting Over==

	Pain still riddled every step he took, but not all of it was from the fall. Jaired used almost every piece of silver he had to alter his appearance and put together a new identity. He lightened his skin, his hair, and even changed his eyes from blue to green. The illusion was a good one and the mages in the pavilion were definitely miracle workers. His clothing was little more than rags and the only thing he carried with him was the sword still wrapped in its linen package.		Pain still riddled every step he took, but not all of it was from the fall. Jaired used almost every piece of silver he had to alter his appearance and put together a new identity. He lightened his skin, his hair, and even changed his eyes from blue to green. The illusion was a good one and the mages in the pavilion were definitely miracle workers. His clothing was little more than rags and the only thing he carried with him was the sword still wrapped in its linen package.

AFALLACE: /* The Messenger */

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The Messenger

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	Surely the messenger that delivered the package was long gone. With a defeated sigh he stepped back into his room and locked the door behind him. His eyes poured over the letter, taking in every word and every stroke of the ink.		Surely the messenger that delivered the package was long gone. With a defeated sigh he stepped back into his room and locked the door behind him. His eyes poured over the letter, taking in every word and every stroke of the ink.

	Your teacher insisted you have this,		"Your teacher insisted you have this but I would not allow it.

	But I would not allow it.
	My eyes tell me you need it now.		My eyes tell me you need it now.
⚫	May it save you as it saved him.


		⚫	May it save you as it saved him.

	And may the spirits guide you, my son.		And may the spirits guide you, my son."

	==The First Scar==		==The First Scar==

AFALLACE: /* The Messenger */

2024-01-13T18:23:07Z

The Messenger

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	Surely the messenger that delivered the package was long gone. With a defeated sigh he stepped back into his room and locked the door behind him. His eyes poured over the letter, taking in every word and every stroke of the ink.		Surely the messenger that delivered the package was long gone. With a defeated sigh he stepped back into his room and locked the door behind him. His eyes poured over the letter, taking in every word and every stroke of the ink.

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	Your teacher insisted you have this,		Your teacher insisted you have this,
	But I would not allow it.		But I would not allow it.
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	And may the spirits guide you, my son.>		And may the spirits guide you, my son.

	==The First Scar==		==The First Scar==

AFALLACE: /* The Messenger */

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The Messenger

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	And may the spirits guide you, my son.		And may the spirits guide you, my son.>

	==The First Scar==		==The First Scar==

AFALLACE: /* A Vision Misread */

2024-01-13T18:21:35Z

A Vision Misread

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	As night fell Jaired made his way back and hastily put together enough provisions to make his way across the desert. He placed a single kiss upon the veiled brow of his mother as she slept. He watched her for some time. So much she had given him, so much she had taught. He’d need those lessons now more than ever as he turned and left her tent. He silently damned the spirits one more time as his eyes settled on the path before him. The one he set for himself. All he had to do now was walk it.		As night fell Jaired made his way back and hastily put together enough provisions to make his way across the desert. He placed a single kiss upon the veiled brow of his mother as she slept. He watched her for some time. So much she had given him, so much she had taught. He’d need those lessons now more than ever as he turned and left her tent. He silently damned the spirits one more time as his eyes settled on the path before him. The one he set for himself. All he had to do now was walk it.

	The Road		== The Road ==

	Jaired’s journey west across the desert was long an uneventful, which was a bad combination with so much weighing upon his mind. His heart was heavy with the decision he made and doubt riddled every thought. It took everything he had to put the thought of his mother’s reaction to the back of his mind, but there was something that told him that she would understand. Perhaps, he thought, she had known this would happen all along. Surely she had seen it.		Jaired’s journey west across the desert was long an uneventful, which was a bad combination with so much weighing upon his mind. His heart was heavy with the decision he made and doubt riddled every thought. It took everything he had to put the thought of his mother’s reaction to the back of his mind, but there was something that told him that she would understand. Perhaps, he thought, she had known this would happen all along. Surely she had seen it.

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	As night fell Jaired made his way back and hastily put together enough provisions to make his way across the desert. He placed a single kiss upon the veiled brow of his mother as she slept. He watched her for some time. So much she had given him, so much she had taught. He’d need those lessons now more than ever as he turned and left her tent. He silently damned the spirits one more time as his eyes settled on the path before him. The one he set for himself. All he had to do now was walk it.		As night fell Jaired made his way back and hastily put together enough provisions to make his way across the desert. He placed a single kiss upon the veiled brow of his mother as she slept. He watched her for some time. So much she had given him, so much she had taught. He’d need those lessons now more than ever as he turned and left her tent. He silently damned the spirits one more time as his eyes settled on the path before him. The one he set for himself. All he had to do now was walk it.

	==A New Path==


	Now that his role as a Spirit Walker has come to an end, and having finally met his father... Jaired has adopted a different view on things. The pieces of his past and his heritage have all fallen into place and the damage left by the Shadowdeath has been mended. In the wake of finishing what his parents couldn't, it would seem that he has a clean slate to work with again. A fine time to relax and just take things in.
	Jairedspiral
	Background
	The Sea of Fire
	Desert

	Jaired's childhood was in many ways ideal. Given the name "Shufflefoot" by those of his tribe, he grew up under the close eye of his mother, the tribe’s shaman and a gifted Seer. This was an anomaly amongst the Tehir, as it is typical for only the men to trouble themselves with the art of divination, but her natural talent was not something that could be denied nor easily ignored. She was a gentle and nurturing woman, with dark skin and eyes of an uncharacteristic blue that seemed trapped in an unwavering calm.		Jaired's childhood was in many ways ideal. Given the name "Shufflefoot" by those of his tribe, he grew up under the close eye of his mother, the tribe’s shaman and a gifted Seer. This was an anomaly amongst the Tehir, as it is typical for only the men to trouble themselves with the art of divination, but her natural talent was not something that could be denied nor easily ignored. She was a gentle and nurturing woman, with dark skin and eyes of an uncharacteristic blue that seemed trapped in an unwavering calm.
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	==The Road==		==The Road==

	Now that his role as a Spirit Walker has come to an end, and having finally met his father... Jaired has adopted a different view on things. The pieces of his past and his heritage have all fallen into place and the damage left by the Shadowdeath has been mended. In the wake of finishing what his parents couldn't, it would seem that he has a clean slate to work with again. A fine time to relax and just take things in.
	Jairedspiral
	Background
	The Sea of Fire
	Desert

	Jaired's childhood was in many ways ideal. Given the name "Shufflefoot" by those of his tribe, he grew up under the close eye of his mother, the tribe’s shaman and a gifted Seer. This was an anomaly amongst the Tehir, as it is typical for only the men to trouble themselves with the art of divination, but her natural talent was not something that could be denied nor easily ignored. She was a gentle and nurturing woman, with dark skin and eyes of an uncharacteristic blue that seemed trapped in an unwavering calm.		Jaired's childhood was in many ways ideal. Given the name "Shufflefoot" by those of his tribe, he grew up under the close eye of his mother, the tribe’s shaman and a gifted Seer. This was an anomaly amongst the Tehir, as it is typical for only the men to trouble themselves with the art of divination, but her natural talent was not something that could be denied nor easily ignored. She was a gentle and nurturing woman, with dark skin and eyes of an uncharacteristic blue that seemed trapped in an unwavering calm.
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	The one skill he was not taught, however, was how to use such a weapon and how to fight… and this was the lesson Jaired wanted the most to learn. He was taught to learn to use his wits and his head first, and then he’d be taught to use his fists and the way of the blade. It was a lesson that would come too late, unfortunately.		The one skill he was not taught, however, was how to use such a weapon and how to fight… and this was the lesson Jaired wanted the most to learn. He was taught to learn to use his wits and his head first, and then he’d be taught to use his fists and the way of the blade. It was a lesson that would come too late, unfortunately.

	Walking in the Dark
	Rothel

	Now into his teens, it was not unusual for Jaired to accompany the warriors on raids of the Empire’s caravans. In fact, it was his responsibility to make sure they had enough water and food for the journey. On one particular raid, however, they were not after food or supplies as was the norm. It was rumored that a high ranking officer had with him documents entailing all of the Empire’s caravan routes, and such a thing would be of utmost importance to all of the Tehir. As the warriors prepared by blackening their blades with the flames of the fire, Shufflefoot got an idea.		Now into his teens, it was not unusual for Jaired to accompany the warriors on raids of the Empire’s caravans. In fact, it was his responsibility to make sure they had enough water and food for the journey. On one particular raid, however, they were not after food or supplies as was the norm. It was rumored that a high ranking officer had with him documents entailing all of the Empire’s caravan routes, and such a thing would be of utmost importance to all of the Tehir. As the warriors prepared by blackening their blades with the flames of the fire, Shufflefoot got an idea.

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 ==A New Path==
 Now that his role as a Spirit Walker has come to an end, and having finally met his father... Jaired has adopted a different view on things. The pieces of his past and his heritage have all fallen into place and the damage left by the Shadowdeath has been mended. In the wake of finishing what his parents couldn't, it would seem that he has a clean slate to work with again. A fine time to relax and just take things in.
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 ==The Road==
 Now that his role as a Spirit Walker has come to an end, and having finally met his father... Jaired has adopted a different view on things. The pieces of his past and his heritage have all fallen into place and the damage left by the Shadowdeath has been mended. In the wake of finishing what his parents couldn't, it would seem that he has a clean slate to work with again. A fine time to relax and just take things in.
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 And may the spirits guide you, my son.
 ==The First Scar==

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