[sub][h3]Aeryn Tamis - Monk[/h3][/sub][hr]

Light and shadow. 

Shadow and light. 

This was the world of the blind monk Aeryn Tamis, who for a great time had waited patiently meditating in the prison fortress. The circumstances of his incarceration were suspect-but Aeryn held no grudge for he did not really know who his captors were. There was an attack on his village. That much was clear. A struggle between a great many people. Fighting. Pain. And then Aeryn awoke in chains. It seemed so long ago...

As the months turned to years and Tamis continued his meditation he learned all of the sounds of that filthy prison...

The heavy footsteps of the jailor, the tinkling of his keys. The soft drip of a distant water source. The other prisoners shuffling around the cells. The grunts and curses and oaths of the half-orc two cells distant. The mutterings of the man in the cell across from Aeryn, whose coughs and spasms seemed to grow more fierce as the months wore on. And today- a new voice. Belonging to a woman. Offering something new. Offering hope. Aeryn was taken from his cell with nearly ten others. As he was pulled to his feet the monk could feel the physical deprivation that had besieged his body this past year. Weakness sprinkled his limbs and the power he could have once exerted was simply not there. 

Distracted by the sweet smell of fresh air, Aeryn barely heard the others agreement to join this woman-Dulcena. What was she offering? Freedom? Enslavement? Aeryn had no choice. In the darkness of this world, he would embrace whatever light presented itself. He held up the iron shackles that bound his wrists. 

"M'lady..." Aeryn rasped. "I accept the fate you have laid before me. How may I serve?"