It's an expected and upheld duty for those born from wealth and power to uphold the traditions of their house and line. The Akathions are one family of influence and sway in the frozen, grave lands of the north.
The people of Icewind Dale are stern and hardy, yet disparity of birth and position still exists within their hunkered, snow-laden walls. Having proven himself capable and even headed during the barbarian invasions of Ten Towns, Caiden was one of the favoured sons of his house. A proud and solemn duty to continue the name of Akathion to future generations.
Yet an unexpected shipwreck on the shores of the Dale nudged that particular future in a new direction. The crew wore unfamiliar garb, spoke with strange tones, and bore unknown perspectives of the world. One such person was a humble, scarred man named Anhai of the Endless Robe.
Caiden was immediately fascinated by the acetic, collected mind of this man. Minutes of casual conversation turn to hours of philosophical pursuits. Questions about aspects of life and self that were reserved for scholars and sages. Within this torrent of change and amidst a strange world changing about them, Caiden always witnessed one thing at the core of his new admired person; Peace.
This peace nestled with a firmly held humility. Their conversations bled into his life. More and more the allure of wealth, power, and ambition became trappings to him. A maw slowly closing around a future he had never decided for himself. He found fulfilment in service to others. He learned the temper both mind and body. To take the sword within his thoughts and cut away all that detract from witnessing the simple truths of life.
Caiden's desire grew beyond the walls. The roads of wonder called to him, and he asked for leave from his family. His vision was met with spurn and dismissal.
Stripped of his obligation, land, and claim, Caiden set out from the bitter lands of ice and snow with only his body and a head full of thoughts. The wandering philosopher travelled south, with eyes taking in old sights as new, new sights in wonder, and a song in his chest.
"The road goes on through dark and dawn,
Through lands we've lost and lands forlorn.
Yet walk I must, to carry on,
And smile with the world before I'm gone."
- Caiden, the Wandering Monk
The people of Icewind Dale are stern and hardy, yet disparity of birth and position still exists within their hunkered, snow-laden walls. Having proven himself capable and even headed during the barbarian invasions of Ten Towns, Caiden was one of the favoured sons of his house. A proud and solemn duty to continue the name of Akathion to future generations.
Yet an unexpected shipwreck on the shores of the Dale nudged that particular future in a new direction. The crew wore unfamiliar garb, spoke with strange tones, and bore unknown perspectives of the world. One such person was a humble, scarred man named Anhai of the Endless Robe.
Caiden was immediately fascinated by the acetic, collected mind of this man. Minutes of casual conversation turn to hours of philosophical pursuits. Questions about aspects of life and self that were reserved for scholars and sages. Within this torrent of change and amidst a strange world changing about them, Caiden always witnessed one thing at the core of his new admired person; Peace.
This peace nestled with a firmly held humility. Their conversations bled into his life. More and more the allure of wealth, power, and ambition became trappings to him. A maw slowly closing around a future he had never decided for himself. He found fulfilment in service to others. He learned the temper both mind and body. To take the sword within his thoughts and cut away all that detract from witnessing the simple truths of life.
Caiden's desire grew beyond the walls. The roads of wonder called to him, and he asked for leave from his family. His vision was met with spurn and dismissal.
Stripped of his obligation, land, and claim, Caiden set out from the bitter lands of ice and snow with only his body and a head full of thoughts. The wandering philosopher travelled south, with eyes taking in old sights as new, new sights in wonder, and a song in his chest.
"The road goes on through dark and dawn,
Through lands we've lost and lands forlorn.
Yet walk I must, to carry on,
And smile with the world before I'm gone."
- Caiden, the Wandering Monk
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