Prophet: the sculpted, grey-skinned mul
Committed to memory, these words drove him continuously:
The Sun King's words, His Gift to His People
His Knowledge of what must come to be
His warning in prophecy of darkness above
To come falling soft to those below
A victory can turn into defeat.
And an ignorant deed fill the world with anger.
When shadows harden, the stone saber will fall,
Shattered the world, the wasted lands.
A time of ash will mark the cities' rise.
Days of old will be new once more.
Step wisely, for the bright path brings victory
And the wrong path bitter defeat.
Opposites will unite, fire and water will mingle,
And all the world will tremble.
Gather the tribes when eyeless beasts stalk the land,
March, or be lost from the path.
Heed the King's words, for with division is defeat.
And walk all as one, within the shelter of His Light.
Prophet escapes his bonds in Tuluk from House Winrothol after hearing the above prophecy. There were several weeks where the words were spread around. Eventually the mul could not sleep as the words passed through his mind, over and over. There was a breaking point, where Prophet heard that Allanak had aligned and united with Tuluk. This caused him to fall back on his foremost loyalty to Muk Utep, because in his mind, there was no possible way this union was possible within the words of the prophecy, and something had to change or all would be lost. Out of loyalty to his King he betrayed his masters and fled the city.
Prophet headed West and eventually ran into a dwarf named Tuk, one of the Malarn dwarves. He spread the prophecy to any who would listen over the tablelands, and eventually even the elves there referred to him as the Prophet, although most of that was with some derision. Prophet fell in well with the Malarn dwarves and their new encampment in the tablelands, and was eventually accepted into Luir's Outpost. The main group who accepted him included the Malarn dwarves Tuk and Kon and a half-giant named Eater who helped him survive his first few months in a new environment.
The sandstorms were wild the day Thrend Lyksae found Prophet's mind, with questions of the prophecy he had been spreading to all who would listen. Their subsequent discussion led to a planned meeting with the Faithful Lord Elithan of the Jihaen Order. Prophet went fearlessly to the meeting, although few words were spoken as Kon, Tuk, Eater and Lotus accompanied him. Prophet remembered the way Lotus had a crazy twitch in the arms, of nervousness which he tried to calm. One full night of discussion resulted in Elithan agreeing to sanction Prophet's activities, allowing him to spread his prophecy, and forgiving his escape as an act counted true under the will of Muk Utep. The only thing standing between Prophet's full return to the city was the ongoing alliance with Allanak.
Since he was first free to carry the Light to those who live without, Prophet had seen and done some very powerful things. All of which only stood to add to his Faith and belief in the Light, that the world could only be saved from the Dragon, Echri the Destroyer through Muk Utep himself. A time of war came when Allanaka assaulted the gith mesa in full force in the first gith war, of which Prophet took part. Prophet was torn apart when his long-time friend Eater was killed under questionable circumstances. While still grieving from the discovery he found out the Malarn encampment itself was under attack, his home at the time. After falling into a pit and spending half of a day trying to escape he finally succeeded and managed to arrive back at the camp in time to see it fully engulfed in flames. In the smoke and the chaos an androgynous figure emerged, nearly impervious to all attacks.
This figure waded through the fight, banishing several fighters with a touch or glance until it looked on Prophet and seemed to stare into his thoughts as it approached through the battle. Prophet found himself wrapped in it's embrace and pulled through leagues of twisted canyon, away from the ongoing battle. Eventually he was deposited into a dead-end canyon turn and ethereal blades filled all exits, preventing his escape while the figure towered over him. The figure looked down with amusement and derision before eventually offering a thanks, as Prophet has been one of the ones to kill a figurehead on the Gith mesa, or Skoto as they were called. The figure said it was pleased he had killed it.
The figure slowly took more solid form, eyes in the dozens poked through its enshrouding mists to stare deep into him as if seeing down to his true self. He knew, and it knew the barrier that now prevented further intrusion into him was his Faith in Muk Utep and His Light. It eventually grew angry and sucked layers of his skin away, turn it to ash before his eyes as it told him it wanted to thank him. The beast, known as Cari Dragonsthrall, said he had helped kill the last Gith who knew the rites which could prevent the return of the Dragon to the Known. It said, "You have done our work, we thank you for killing the gith… The last who knew the rites that would finally destroy us. Nothing can stop us now."
With this proclamation, as his skin burned and blood streamed as tears from the mul's eyes, he took hold of his Faith, beseeched it to save him. Time passed and he found himself alone, and eventually made his way from the canyons, damaged but alive.
It took years for the mental scarring from that incident to heal, and Prophet travelled the Known world, watching the sure and steady spread of Darkness while always believing his Faith in the Light would see him through, and that his trust in Elithan was just. Prophet pressed for trust in the Highlord Muk Utep everywhere he travelled, enforcing this with might as he saw fit, while a constant uneasiness travelled with him. He saw himself, and knew himself to be more faithful than the Jihaens and Lirathans who thought themselves his better.
Eventually Prophet was coerced and convinced to slow his duties beyond the walls and spend more, and more time with an assistant to the Lirathan Lorana Kassigarh. Her name was Quinda, and Prophet found himself a bond-made at last in her, after many years alone. She tended to him, and cared for him with an unwavering attention he had never before experienced, and it was intoxicating. Prophet shared with her his overwhelming love for the Highlord, and saw this reflected back in her attention and gaze. A mul's empathy was overcome with love for once in his life and his battle-hardened edges softened. Quinda arranged for an Allanaki child to be kidnapped so her and Prophet could raise it as their own. A Southern Noble's child was taken North and now belonged to them, in their quarters as well as the cities 'Heart'.
Then... Quinda was killed. Murdered. The child's fate unknown to Prophet. The world stopped moving, the room turned hazy and the lights whirred from candle and lantern alike. His bond-mate was murdered! Rage overcame Prophet, and the pain never left him as he discovered more about his loss. Whether true or not, he was convinced the lack of care by the Highlord and Elithan himself led to Quinda's death. He blamed the Highlord and thought Elithan may have had something to do with her death. For one shining moment his life had purpose, reason and a direction in the bonds of comfort she offered him under the direction of the High Faithful, by this point. Ultimately, Prophet became convinces that Elithan or another had Quinda killed because her grip over him had become too strong. So he rebelled in the strongest way possible. He fled the city and forsook the Highlord's Prophecy.
Prophet went South, seeking Allanaki bonds and welcoming their chains. The rage was constant and his determination unwavering as he willingly fed himself up to the first Templar he found to become a sharp weapon of the South. He wanted to lead armies back North to crush and demolish anything related to the Light. Instead, he found himself in the Arena upon his arrival. Stripped of his favored weapons and sent out to face multiple other mul, he died, alone, in a rage far from his child and any life he could've ever loved. His Wide-Winged shadow prevailed, and Echri the Destroyer undeterred.
