Al'Drakkon Family/Ragnar

Ragnar Al'Drakkon is the second eldest son of the Al'Drakkon Family.

Faith

Follower of a the Way of the Warrior Saints, as those of his family before him. In particular Ragnar is a follower of Jaynke. He came to this believe while on a quest of self discovery, where he had a vision of the End Days, the unmaking of the universe. Through this vision he came to believe The Saint Tormented not to be the Betrayer of the Father but The Father to be the betrayer of men, the earth and above all else the betrayer of order. For it is prophesied that when he awakens he will unmake all that is made. Order into chaos. Though the story of Jaynke death and reincarnation ring true in Ragnar's ears what little is said of the saints life he believes to be deflamation, for a saint of Order could not have lived such a virtousless life. Surely such lies were told to hide the truth of the saints purpose. The preservation of Order, even against the slumbering father's wrath.

Journey

On Ragnar's 16th name day, after a night long vigil at the the three rock alter behind the family estate he set off of a journey of self discovery, in search of order, in himself (likely influenced by the the prevalence of The Order in Cagilan) and of the world. For near on a year Ragnar travelled far from his home estate in Ansalle. From the great cities of Atarama, to the remote wilderness he travelled. While not from a particularly rich family Ragnar was meticulous in keeping good account of his books, as in all things, and not above work, for he would journey for as long as it took, even if that meant travelling to the farthest reaches of the known world. While hiking through the wilderness Ragnar made camp for the night near an outcropping of three rocks he planned to use as an alter. After a quick check of his journal in which he kept records in, from the positions of the stars, to prominence of plants and animal in various regions, anything in which he might find order, Ragnar began his prays. It had been long since he prayed, but the stony outcropping had inspired him. He rested his head on the nearest rock and found the words etched in his soul. Deep in his prays he found himself suddenly interrupted by a sharp pain in his calf, jumping in looking up all he could think was "ah, now I know that snake, that snake is the most venomous of all of. . ." before his head met his stony alter in a loss of consciousness. When he awoke his leg was swollen, and his head heavy, fearing he would die without help, or if he were to do nothing Ragnar began to wander. For days he wandered, with no concept of time, or distance onward he pushed knowing if he stopped he would travel this world no more.

Vision

As the fever worsened Ragnar found himself standing in an infertile field head heavy and fogged with fever. A hot wind blew across his face and the sky was darkened by clouds. He looked to the east and the ground began to rumble. From the ground beast began to rise, formed from the clumping of the earth. As they took shape one opened his gaping mouth and let lose a roar that shook the sky. Around him the air began to shimmer and reverberate, tearing in spots to voids of nothingness. Another of the golems pounded his great fists on the ground making it shake with increased intensity. Still other of the beasts of earth and stone bowed there giant forms and placed there heads on the ground in pray, as Ragnar had done at the alter. A great chasm opened in the earth and swallowed Ragnar who fell, first past great expanses of earth, then shimmering fire, and on into nothingness. Still Ragnar continued to fall. As he fell for what feeled like eternity he felt himself being pulled and ripped, stretched to the brink of nothingness, being unmade. In the great nothingness, far below him he spotted a speckle of white. Surely it was the end, if he went that far he would be unmade forever, but he could not but go towards it, falling, presumably down but with nothing but a sensation to tell him so. As the speckle of white closed in it began to take on the form, the form of a face, ravished. A face of pale white, as white as the snow, without nose or ears, a face unknown to Ragnar, but of whom he recognized immediately. Jaynke. Ragnar seemed to stop face to face with the Saint Tormented, or prehaps, they fell together. A face, pale as the snow, drapped in black, as black as the void in which they fell. "He unravels all of order, he betrays us, he unmakes us!" Suddenly Ragnar stopped, the shock made him close his eyes, and he just lay there, worrying he had been unmade, and yet he was aware of himself, of the pain pulsing through his body, the stiffness in his joints. Slowly he dared to open his eyes, and found himself shocked once again. Before him lay a snake, dead, the snake that had bite him. As he achingly pushed himself up he found around him a great field, like the one in his dream but ripe with wild flowers and grasses, with the buzz of insects in the air. Ragnar was alive, and found what he was looking for. All he had known was a shadow of the truth, his soul had been cleansed of the lie, and he was ready to begin anew. . .

Personality

Ragnar is a rigid man, stern and meticoulous in all detail. Some might call him cruel or unfeeling.

Appearance

Darkly garbed. Hard features. Fierce blue eyes.