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General Joryn Rhys

250 xp Dawn Caste General - Male
Exalted Second Edition (Steve's Exalted Game)

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Joryn had a long life, mostly spent as a mercenary, flitting from one company to the next all around the South, finally finding a company he liked in the Black Simhatas. Staying with them for fifteen years he worked his way up to the rank of Captain, only showing moderate skill with the sword and bow, but an excellent head for tactics and an ability to make snap decisions that could turn defeat into victory. Then at the age of fifty with an ample nest egg he retired from military life to a small village near where he grew up and spent some time watching the flowers grow, playing Gateway and occasionally corresponding with friends from the military when he could find a caravan headed in the right direction to carry his letters.

Then at the age of sixty five Joryn's village was attacked by a fair folk raiding party. They were a small farming village and what weapons they had were used for fending off wolves, not turning back hobgoblins and cataphractoi. With a healthy mind in a failing body, Joryn despaired of being able to save his village. But as he found himself face to face with a cataphract he lifted his sword, prepared to die a soldiers death, and found his limbs filled with renewed vigor. As golden light suffused his body the cataphract's expression went from contempt to fear and the clash of steel and gossamer increased in speed until finally the cataphract's head lay on the ground some feet from his body and above Joryn a warrior of light roared in triumph.

The hobgoblins were defeated and the village was saved, but Joryn was gravely wounded in the process. For months he flitted in and out of nightmares and fever dreams, as his Exaltation leaked knowledge of past lives into his mind and the villagers forced trickles of broth down his throat. Joryn awoke one day with a whole, if scarred, body and an understanding of who he was, who he is, and who he could be. The dreams of his past lives had disturbed him deeply, and he came to the conclusion that the Exalted were needed to lead - were meant to lead. But not to rule. There were terrors in this world beyond the ability of mortal men to triumph over, and the Exalted were needed to bring about victory over these forces. But their leadership would be a service and a burden, not a right. And in doing so perhaps he could avoid the corruption that power and indolence brought his former self.

Giving most of his money to the villagers to rebuild Joryn pulled his sword and armor out of storage, sharpened and oiled them, and then took to the road towards Gem, where he knew his old mercenary company was on extended contract. There was much to be done, and he would need men to walk the long road ahead.

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