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In Exile, we sometimes find ourselves..

It had been many moons since Kael'm Randi had found the thrill of a meaningful fight, since he'd frequented a tavern, since he'd had purpose... The Exile Company had been all encompassing, the morning drills, regular jobs, actual payments, oh the beauty in the color of gold, and spending that gold at the local taverns across the lands.. It was a soldiers life, a hard life, not always on the right side of the law, but it was a life he had hoped would last forever, but alas all good things come to pass, as did the Exile Company... The jobs dried up, the purpose was lost, the company got ansy.. They had needed a purpose to hold them together, they were soldiers from different walks of life, and soldiers never did well when they weren't on campaign, when they didn't have a purpose.. Eventually the day came and the company parted ways.. Stubborn and with no where pressing on his mind, Kael'm lingered.. He didn't shake the companies colors, couldn't let up on the drills, but the gold dried up... as such so did the frequent travels to to the tavern.. Without distraction of war and ale, Kael'm had far too much time to think, and he'd thought often on where his life had ended up, why he'd accepted the things he'd done.. And he'd come to the conclusion that he'd been in self exile for some time now, trying to come to terms with who he'd become..

That morning as he traveled through the streets of Andaria, something felt different, something was different.. The people weren't walking freely, they stood in the shadows, they whispered harshly to one another.. Rumors of war were not uncommon, Avadon was a land full of competing factions, one of mercenary bands, orcs, power struggles, and strife.. But this didn't have the feel of war, not in the traditional sense.. This was something more.. This was something that had the local populace watching over their backs, hurrying off the streets.. He had heard of the recent intrusions of the orc clans, the kidnappings, the killings.. And he'd heard the rumblings of wars near Prevalia, of mercenary companies picking sides for the right sums of gold.. But that was common talk, this was definitely something different..

Drifting to the shadows, under the guise of magery, Kael'm made a point of listening in on some of the hurried conversation.. The local populace feared for their lives, occupancy didn't concern them, but rumors of rampant murders, pickpockets, thieves, criminal activities had reached their ears.. And it had finally happened, it had struck right on the outskirts of Andaria itself, a local resident, not only run down, but gutted, left with nothing, not even the clothes on their back, the unguarded distance between the moongate, and the town.. To the local populace it seemed this was a statement that no one was safe anymore... And if Kael'm was being honest, he'd been jumped 3 times recently, traveling from Andaria to his home just outside the walls, things were getting pretty grim..

This left Kael'm with a lot to think about.. he lacked purpose, purpose was needed for survival... he lacked companionship, in a time when even the hardiest soldier dare not travel alone.. He lacked a home, something to look forward to at the end of a campaign, somewhere to leave his mark, his legacy.. He lacked a Path.. A Path to walk down, a Path to keep him on the straight and narrow.. That morning he'd come to a decision, it was time to seek out that group he'd heard about to the south.. He'd heard people were living a good life there, a busy life, they stood up for one another, they stood up for what was right, what was just.. It was time to atone for what his life had become, to lend his magic, not to the highest bidder in the aim of fortunes, but to a purpose, a just, and rightful purpose..

Packing up some necessities, and gearing up for travel, Kael'm headed out the next morning at first light, at a hurried walk.. He was bristling with a need to do more in life, to be more in life, he wasn't going to waste anymore time..
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It was an interesting journey fraught with many perils to say the least, starting with just outside the Andaria gates, when he stumbled across an angry ghost, furthering his resolve that it was time to take action.

The rebel camp was not much help in pointing him on his way, they attacked immediately, apparently having been raided recently had their hackles up..

Prevalia was not without it's challenges as well, thankfully as he dipped into his pockets, Kael'm remembered he had little gold to be wagered, but what a fine looking establishment it was...

The streets were devoid of many travellers, a true sign of the evils that were ravaging the land...

Even the churches did not maintain their former glory...

But alas as Kael'm traveled further south, he began to notice some people who were not cowering in their homes, going about their daily work.. A sign that there was some fight left in the world, somewhere one could make a stand... Stopping for directions, while leary, the local lumberjack hearing his plight of a new found purpose, pointed him where he was looking for...

And there he found his first sign, he was headed in the right direction... he'd heard the secret to the finest spirits in the land, was the living water that plagued the village, and here was a windmill, along with living water attacking it... could this truly be it?


It would not be long before the village tracker Strider, would find Kael'm, and after a hearty meal, and long discussions, Kael'm knew he was where the next stage of his life would play out.. That evening as the group known as the Pathfinders were setting out on Patrol, Kael'm was more than a little giddy for the first time in a long time... He'd found a home, and a purpose... He'd joined with the Pathfinders..