10:00 AM
Varya Chandrar
Forest River, Eastern fringes of the Kingdom of Kindeance 

Varya sits naked in full lotus position on a deerskin upon the banks of the river which he had bathed in prior, taking shelter from the sun beneath the shade of the abundant trees. Eyes half closed, he focused his mind on the beauty of the ineffable Heavens, which reached far beyond the blue skies of the mortal world. During his mental journey he was serenaded with the beatific symphonies of the earth, the chorus of birds, the squirrels rusting in the trees the flowing waters of the river, the gentle whispers of the wind. Heaven and Earth were smiling, and so was Varya. 

When after a hour he finished his meditations he stepped forth into the sunlight, basking in its warmth. He faced the sun and stood tall, his arms outstretched to give salutations to the glorious star. [color=0054a6]"Praise the Sun!"[/color] After saluting the sun he dressed lightly, gathered up his belongings including his trusty Crescent Bow, and began to walk westward through the forest. Varya had only recently arrived in the lands of Kindaence, a land he knew little of, saved that it is currently undergoing reforms under their newest King, Fredericus. Varya had arrived in hopes of finding new work and spreading his reputation, hoping to increase hiring prospects. He had traveled far and wide in search of a cause he could fight for, a people he could help. So far faces came and went like mist as he wandered the earth aimlessly, occasionally being guided by the prospects of proving his worth in the fires of battle. While he was handsomely rewarded with gold for his troubles, he sought a treasure far more valuable, even if he himself was unsure what it was. 

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2:00 PM
Western forest edge, the Eastern Plains of the Kingdom of Kandaence

After several days walking through the forest, Varya emerged at the western end, where before him lay the vast open fields of the Kingdom. He closed his eyes as he felt sweeping winds, unbroken by the trees touch his skin. The coolness was refreshing. Suddenly he felt a chill in the air that caused a shiver. An ill omen. [color=0054a6]"A bitter Black wind howls..."[/color] Varya saw this as a sign of conflict, of what he could not say, only that he should be prepared to endure it. Varya continued his journey to the towns of men proper, pondering if they possessed more than a utilitarian sense of fashion, for he desired new clothes to wear, preferably with flair.