Windsoul Family/Tarawethion

Tarawethion

I, Llainadan Denkala, do now enter into the recording of the life and deeds of Tarawethion Windsoul, younger brother to Thaliithilion. Unlike my more cynical Sisters, I am not so quick to disregard the countless rumours and in some cases, outright assurances that this aspect of the family heralded from Elvish homelands. As such, I refuse to filter such things from this record, inviting the reader to decide for his or herself.

The first mention of Tarawethion, (which is pronounced "Tarr-ah-weth-ee-en") comes from a half-complete census in Caligus on the East Continent. Though the document is much damaged by fire, its remains show that the archer made landfall there in the Spring of Restless Winds. It is interesting to note that this places Tarawethion's arrival on the East Continent a season before his older brother. However, it would seem he was not to stay there long, driven away by an apathy that affected the nobles of the realm at that time - or a hostile reaction to his appearance, or both of these things - it is not certain. He boarded a ship to the Atamara only soon after landing in Caligus. It is a delicately-written page from the journal of a noblewoman traveling on the same ship as Tarawethion that first describes the archer's appearance;

"...doth roll upon the waves in a most disagreeable manner upon the slightest of winds. I cannot, alas, speak highly of the sailors whom I am forced to endure the company of - to a man they are coarse and strong-tongued, even in the presence of a lady, and do say the most disrespectful of things. There is one fellow traveler, however, who shares not this common behavior and indeed has shown great courtesy, though he has not spoken. A nobleman of some standing, from his breeches and jerkin made of what seems to be the greenest velvet. He doth wear a sturdy rope about his waist in the way of the woodland rangers back home, but it is entwined with some kind of gold fabric! He wears little else except soft moccasins of deer hide and a silver necklace on which hangs a closed orb of sorts, but he is obviously a warrior of the bow, for he carries a most impressive example, dark brown in colour and almost his own height, which must be six in feet! Always does he carry a full quiver of slim arrows graced with light green feathering and a long, thin knife thrust through his belt. It is his face though, which is most intriguing. So youthful, and yet the blue eyes are far older, as if they have seen far more than his age ought to allow. It is most disquieting. This man always wears a dark green cloth about his head, covering the tops of his ears and holding back his great spill of black hair. A braid to rival even Cinegan's, back home, it reaches unto the base of his back, tied neatly at three points with silver cord. It is my want that I shall speak to him before this journey's end, in that I might learn more of his origins. His pleasant, if silent company would be much preferable to these crude men of the sea..."

From the journal of Ashtur Perashina, noblewoman of Norland