User:Kemeron
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Warden Kemeron Terga is a Rivan carpenter (also an augur), rumoured by some to be a Sorceror, of the Clan Wayfarers.
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[edit] As a Player
Kemeron's first character was Raglar, the Mimbrate Knight, who joined Guardians a while ago, when Miac was Lord and Darion his lieutenant. After a couple years of break, during college, he came back at the behest of Zild, who convinced him to roll Kemeron originally as a Grolim for AoA. He rerolled for his old GoW buddies and became Kemeron the Rivan Sorceror. After another break, he popped back in and Talsharr convinced him to stay.
He's a 25-year-old in the Boston area, and teaches Latin at a private school to 7th and 8th graders.
[edit] As a Character
[edit] History
When Kemeron returned from long travels abroad, his first contact was an old friend from the Guardians of the West, Talsharr. Talsharr talked Kemeron into joining the Fraternity, and contributing to its good works. After some time, however, Kemeron decided that in order to better explore his talents and promote well-being in the world, he should join the Wanderers. Upon joining, he joined the specific subclan Minstrels, the section devoted to spinning tales. There, he worked his way up the ranks, eventually becoming the Sub-Lord for that clan, taking over for Fieron. During that time, he had many encounters, and as a carpenter he helped to build most of the Minstrels clan annex by himself, and also the tower over the Wanderers lobby and the bar outside the clan hall, on their grounds. In time, he also helped to oversee, with his amateur green thumb, the creation of the Haven garden out back. In time, he had to leave for other things, and though he remains in the Wayfarers clan, his friend the lady Ethadea took over for him as the Sub-Lord of the clan.
[edit] Description
A bit haggard, Augur Kemeron is here. He is dressed in classic Rivan garb, and is completely covered in almost colorless clothing. His grey tunic and leggings combined with mud on the edges of his cloak and boots would make a color picture look as though it were taken in Sepia. When the breeze blows just right, he seems to blend into the background of most any scene. But if the wind blows his cloak open, a bright green gem is revealed which glints as brightly as the green eyes and wings on the chimera tattoo wrapped about his left forearm. He carries no visible weapon, but seems unafraid despite this.
[edit] Stories
[edit] Origins
Age Four: Philosophy [Described to Kemeron] So you see, son, in order to carve the best woodworkings which you can, you must pour your energy into it. Your skill is not enough. Take replicas, for instance. A replica is worth far less than an original, because the only thing it takes to create a replica is the correct tools and a steady hand. The original is worth far more, because it is original, and it is blessed by creativity.
Age Seven: Apprenticeship [Overheard by Kemeron] The Dragon? Yes, my son carved it. He begged me for a full day to put it on the shelf. As you can see, it's not of the greatest skill, but I'll be Belar's Uncle if it isn't clearly the product of a child's creativity. I... [sharp gasp] yes, I will make sure that the money is given to him when he's old enough. Of course, thank you.
Age Fifteen: Initiation [Overheard by Kemeron] Ah, the Chimera. Yes, it's been his favorite. He puts the lion's head on creations wherever he can with our wood workings, yet it seems like its own individual creature every time, though. They seem so lifelike, they impress all the customers so that his work usually sells quicker than my own, and at a higher price, too! In fact, he has started his own line of figurines here in the shop. So you'd like to buy the chair, eh? No? Just perusi... you'd like to talk to him? Well, he's working on his next project right now, but- yes, yes. Oh, yes, of course then sir, right this way, I didn't realize... Kemeron! Someone's here would like to talk to you! And I think that you should listen.
Age Nineteen: A Visit Home [Conversation with Kemeron] Hello, Friend. Are you interested in those figurines? My own... Kemeron! I didn't even recognize you, son! [Embrace] Oh, it's been so long! How come you didn't send word before you? Your Aunt and Uncle, I'm sure, would have loved to have seen you! You look so fit! You've been doing alot of hard work there, haven't you? Ah, good to see you still have calluses on your hands, too. I wouldn't want you to lose those. One misstroke on a carving, and your hands would be bleeding like those soft hands a scribe has! What, you're a scribe now, too? Amazing! My own son knows his letters. Come sit down, let's have some tea and you can tell me all about your time away.
Age Twenty-Six: Skill and the Will [A Letter to Kemeron] Son, I am absolutely amazed with how your skill in woodworking has developed since you have been at your apprenticeship. That man who took you away, and you must tell me his name sometime, must be sent a Thank You letter as well as a gift. And I can do that now, as you've inspired an old man like me to learn his letters himself. Anyway, I am very impressed with your talent for woodworking and its development in the past few years. These two gifts which you sent me, the Cat and Chimera are incredible. I still have yet to figure out just how you made the Cat to purr. And the Chimera, still your favorite just as when you were young, baffles me. Does a watch mechanism in it cause its tail tick as it does, perpetually back and forth? The seam between the body and tail is so thin that my eye that I can't detect it, and they appear to be made of the same piece of wood.
Age Thirty-Five: Completion [Overheard by Kemeron] He's fast asleep, now. He's journeyed long and hard in the past few years, he's told me. From Riva out to Boktor, down to Tolnedra. He didn't tell me so himself, but I think he has even been to the dread slave ports of Nyissa, from the looks of his Snakeskin purse. Twenty years of hard apprenticeship, and finally he can now travel the world, free of his bonds. I still can't help but wonder what happened over at that shrine, though. He's not the man I last saw at nineteen, that's for sure. He's older, that's true, brother, but he's wiser than he is older. The strange thing, though, is it only shows in his eyes, and not in his body. I wonder what exactly went on at that shrine.
[edit] A new home
Dearest Kemeron,
I hope that this letter finds you well- in fact, I hope it finds you at all! Our Will-sped pigeons have been a bit errant lately. They are still finding those from our shrine well enough, but not neccessarily the correct person! Nevertheless, I am sure that with your skills, you knew before perhaps even I did that I would be sending you a letter, and took steps to intercept it wherever it might be delivered. We are all so proud of you, Kemeron. Your fellow students and I all hope that you shall find what you are looking for. Remember, you will always have a home with the shrine. Your auguries have aided not only the Shrine, and Riva, and the whole of the West, but your predictions augment the Codices well.
We miss you, both your work and your companionship, Kemeron. Please return to us soon. You have been away far too long. Remember that we are the group which you prophecized yourself that you would come to and cherish, just as I came to and now cherish you. Please, be safe.
Dearest Friend,
Your letter did find me well, and I am sure that this letter will find you - I've decided to depend less on the pigeons who likely rue me, the augur, and to send this letter with a reliable courier instead.
I'm afraid I shall not be seeing you again soon. As you surely know the Gods do not prefer to give us our information straightforward, but to confuse us even in enlightment. So the portents are symbolic when we wish them literal, and literal when we wish them symbolic. The fellowship which I found existed not in our wonderful nest, but rather in another recently discovered group, with whom I shall be staying for quite some time. It is a different kind of brotherhood, but it is definitely the correct one in which I should begin my more trying tasks.
Do not mistake me - my heart still lies in Riva, with you and my brothers, but my task lies here in the mainland, with the Wanderers.
So the Augur Kemeron Terga began his greater tasks.
