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	Nestled in the foothills of the Anchor Mountains, overlooking both the verdant Gardens and the vast Blood Basin, on the outskirts of the small town of Harri, which inturn was on the outskirts of the domain of Virfeild, the young Halmond tenderly encouraged his lover, Alla, as she was giving birth. As a whole, it should have been a happy and beautiful scene, as all births should be, but this particular trial was soiled just a little by the fact that no midwife would come and the mother was half Alminaki.

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	[color=BurlyWood]“My father had lived a relatively easy life. When he was born, seventeen years earlier, none other than the Western Winvir, Olmon Red-Vein, recognized him as Halmond during his Naming Ceremony. His uncle was the Lord of Garren and had served under Olmon back when he had merely been a Birman. This, in addition to my triple-great grand Aunt, who was a Tasslman and the Vir’s personal witch, meant that my father had both great expectations for his military career and everything he could ever want.”

	“My mother was not so lucky. Her father was a wandering Alminaki who stayed with her mother, a peasant, for exactly ten months. After their daughter, Allakamina, was born, he was driven off because he refused to join the Grand Army and forsake his ties to the Alminaki for his wife and daughter. My grandmother decided that she was willing to sever her ties with him and the foreighn sounding part of their daughter’s name. As the now named Alla grew older, she took to always trimming the saffron feathers that lined her brow but she had a very hard time hiding the russet colored skin her dad had given her.”

	“Neither of their lives could have possibly prepared them for the wonderful- but ultimately disastrous- happenstance of meeting each other. It had happened the summer before last. For Halmond’s sixteenth birthday, his father had sent him to live with his cousin, working for his stay and training for his eventual enlistment. Alla happened to be working as a servant in Halmond’s cousin’s household, tending to the lord’s young daughters whenever he and his wife were serving their term in the Grand Army. They were both young and my father was handsome and confident, except in my mother’s presence, while she was kind yet driven and ambitious. The two seemed to gravitate towards each other and, since the Grand Army had just left the Western Territory the summer before, both had few responsibilities and lots of free time to sneak off into the woods.”

	“The Winter had been an oddly cold one and Halmond had injured his leg, forcing him to have to spend most of his time alone in his room, which was near the servant’s quarters. Alla was all too eager to try and help Halmond recover, as she did know a little about healing. Halmond stayed in that bed for quite a while, even with Alla constantly visiting him, sometimes even during the night! It was no surprise to anyone who listened to gossip when come spring time my mother was pregnant.”

	“Being from a reputable family, my father wasn’t supposed to get married or have children until after his first term in the Grand Army, and he would be (preferably) married to former Rouman, not a half-breed servant girl. Halmond’s cousin, out of the kindness of his heart ot maybe just wanting to avoid the scandal, was willing to hide the fact that the whole affair had happened as long as Alla either got rid of the baby or, if she wanted to keep it, leave their house forever and claim she didn’t know who the father was.” 

	“My mother took the second option and was forced out of the only place that had ever offered her stability. It was an unfortunate shock to my dad's side of the family when it turned out that he actually cared for Alla and quickly followed her into exile. The two travelled together away from the heart of the Western Territory and towards it’s fringes, trying to survive while hiding from my grandfather, who had been sending men to try and bring the wayward son home. They didn’t know where they were heading, besides away. Eight months into their journey, when they had just left the town of Harri, Alla’s water broke.”

	“The contractions started soon after and my parents found themselves in an old abandoned hut with no water, no medicinal herbs to help the birth, and certainly no midwife. On that autumn night, several miraculous things happened that coincided with my birth. If you were to believe my father, which you shouldn’t, it was my birth that caused them.” 

	“First, my father swore he saw hundreds of shooting stars, streaking across the sky all while my mother was in labor. A tremendously significant event that I have already seen at least three times in my lifetime.Second, (and least miraculous) the Anchor Mountains failed to shake, even though they had been resting for twenty years to the date. Evidently, my father liked to think that the birth of one child fought off a ritual tragedy that was never as punctual as the tales liked to tout. Lastly, my mother swore she had seen a soft, golden light fill the entire room, accompanied by godly singing. While I would usually dismiss this whole sale as simply her hallucinating from the pain of giving birth, my father corroborates the story so I only dismiss it part sale.”

	“Either way, it was apparently incredibly poor singing, so it may have just been a passing woodsman with an exceptionally bright lantern. All three non-events supposedly marked me as a child of great destiny, as foretold by no one and heralded by two teenagers, desperately trying to convince themselves that their lives would turn for the better. As of yet, I don’t suppose they have and besides that one time I managed to not be killed by a flock of angry stone birds, I don’t think I’ve had anything remotely resembling a great destiny.” [/color]


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This post is an as of yet unnamed guy talking about how his parents, a young nobleman from the burgeoning  and militaristic Virfeild Civilization (More detail to come in future posts and eventually a wiki) and a half Alminaki maid servant, came to meet and how he was born. Several events occured on the night of his birth which his parents took as signs that he was a Child of Great Destiny but he himself dismisses as a bunch of happenstance and hogwash. Little does the kid know that he is a fragment of divine essence incarnate, the Avatar of Iternis. 

Iternis has not, and does not plan on, telling him this.
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