Metsamees Family/Fenris
"Fenris" Rainor Metsamees
Rainor born couple of minutes later than his twin-brother Raimond.
Rainor and Raimond although not identical twins are rather alike in theyr personalities.
In Metsamees clan nature is held in high regard, and so do thees twins.
They are eccualy trained and educated in the traditional teachings.
Like war arts, natural philosophy, herbalism, hunting, fishing, smithing...and such.
He was slightly weaker than his brother but about as wise, also he has more stamina.
As a person he is similar to Raimond, prefers solitude, perhaps more so than Raimond.
By personality he is level and cool headed and seemingly cold and rather indifferent towards other people.
Rainor holds nature in high regard and holds respect towards natural spirits and animals.
Unlike his brother Rainor believed that barehanded fighting is more rewarding, as one needs to strain himself more,
Rainor shunned weapons and armor, and always fought bare handed, although less results were produced the process was rather gruesome for his enemys to witness.
As a result his abilitys as a fist-fighter were second to none.
Rainor followed in the footsteps of his brother, also joining a realm to better evolve in war art.
He however soon heard the call of the forest.
At first he though he had lost his mind, so did his men.
However he later realized a prophecy of ancient times passed down the family from ancient times.
Unlike his brother Rainor has always somehow gotten along with beasts of the wild. There was times in his child hood when he was given a ride home on the back of a bear or escorted by wolfes.
So in this time, he left his troop and went out side the camp, some men came to see where he was going, as soon as they came around the corner they saw a pack of wolves around Rainor.
The soldiers worried abaut theyr paycheck quickly drawed theyr weapons and started to charge, Rainor how ever stopped them, and calmed the wolfes and disappeared in to the woods with them.
From there on Rainor had traveld the worlds many plases and ended up in Beluaterra, by then he claimed to be a Woodsyone - something similar to a templar, priest or warrior monk of theyr ancient tradition.
He had grown stronger and wiser, and has become the natural enemy of all undead and demons, all who are unnatural or are tainting the world with theyr presence.
That is also a reason why some humans feel fear or anxiety near him, thus naturally hate him.
As for undear and monsters, weak ones fear and flee, strong ones avoid him if possible.
During his free time he wrote several books on monsters and undead, theyr caracteriscics and nature by his observation and how to slay them effectively.
Rainors essay on undead and monsters: "Essence of tainting beings".
Rainors essay on natural monsters, composed by his brother after his death, when the brother received his notes and scripts on abaut the subject: "Natural beings".
After a long stay in Bellatuera Rainor went to East Continent,
where he found himself a wife with whom he had twin son's, Silvan and Palus.
And he also found his end there aswel.
Rainors Death
Rainor was sound asleep in his tent, although it was nearly mid day. He had spent his strength on the day before fighting in the vicinity of a liches mound, which left him exhausted and lightly injured, while the lich itself had managed to flee Rainors grasp.
Rainors slumber was cut short, as the lich had came to claim vengeance, (not in person though).
Rainor woke when hearing the rustle the limping undead made while traversing across the terrain.
As Rainor made his way out his tent, his eyes witnessed hundreds of undead, several necromancers, and a feau abominations.
After a deep sigh, Rainor stormed out to batter his foes.
In a agile manner he made his way to a necromancer and buried his fist in the necromancers face, shattering his skull and killing him on the spot.
Unfortunately only a feau undead were under his control.
Realizing it was the liches undead Rainor tore a hand from the fallen necromancer, and stormed the undead head on.
With the necromancers hand he smashed a feau zombies ending theyr movements, and the hand also shattered and became unusable.
Battle continued, and Rainor bare handedly tore his way through the undead as if they was old rags.
Zombies, skeletons and even ghouls were no match for him, none of them were a challenge.
Covered in rotten blood Rainor faced of a abomination, tore his limbs from its body and as the chunk of meat was pacified he mauled the abomination with its own weapons and slayed it.
As he was already thinking that the trial was over, little over ten of wraiths came out of hiding.
And with them many specters.
Drenched with the blood and bits of his foes and still holding the abominations cleavers in his hands, he realized his end was near.
He had fought wraiths and specters before, specters werent to much trouble, but wraiths, he had managed to slay some in the past,
one at a time, once two at a time, and that time he nearly died.
But now there was about twelve of them.
He took a glimpse at the sky, took a deep breath, and dashed roaring towards his foes and in to his death.
Furiously Rainor cleaved at his opponents, tring to find theyr weak spots.
His wounds were hurting him, and the new ones made by specters and wraiths were also painful.
Pain made Rainor only madder, and before long he was engulfed in his own rage, blinded by anger,
he hacked and slashed like a mad beast.
No specters were able to get close to him, and live, and eventually he even killed a wraith.
But one of his weapons broke with its death.
Rainor already past his bodys limits, his pain was excruciating, not only from the wounds, but from the exhaustion aswell.
With the death of one wraith, the others backed down for a moment, with the concern for theyr own existrance.
Wraiths have traded theyr bodys for eternal life as a half ghost entity. They fear death, and hesitate to act when the possibility of dieing exists.
Rainor took the much needed breather, but before the wraiths attacked again, he let loose a warcry and threw his last remaining cleaver at one of the wraiths.
Seems luck was with him, as the wraith died, the others in turn sent specters to assault Rainor, iun hopes the underlings would do the dirty work.
Rainor now unarmed continued to struggle, bashed and pummeled his foes with all his might.
After a while all the specters were put to long-overdue rest.
And the wraiths had no choice but to attack themselves.
Rainor continued to combat them bare handed, and after a long struggle managed to kill another wraith, he took the wraiths weapon and stormed the others.
But soon after that Rainor lost his footing due to the blood loss and enourmous strain on his body.
The wraiths took the opportunity and slayed Rainor, and tore his body to pieces out of anger for the struggle he made the wraiths go through.
By the next day Rainors body had turned to earth, what sort of sorcery did that, one can only speculate, but at least it was not the necromancers.
