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Guwhenivar's Tale

Guwhenivar... its first steps in this life were not on vanadiel... A world known only as the Astral Plain was its home for centuries uncounted. In that world it was the spirit of the hunter embodied in an insubstantial mist and fog. It was a being of magic, without sex. Much like the Fenrir of Vanadiel. Only Guwhenivar was the Blackest of Panthers ever to walk any realm. Its purpose in life was eternal servitude to the goddess Milekki and whomsoever she deamed to be his mortal masters. Guwhenivar broke free of its slavery to the gods and goddess' through sheer force of will, and the aid of its only true friend, Drizzt Do'Urden. The tale of his escape is a tale for another time. The gods were not pleased that there pet and toy for unknown centuries had rebelled against them so completely. They banished Guwhenivar from the astral plain forever, stripping it of its postition as spirit of the hunter, stripping it of its immortality, stripping it of its panthers form....

Guwhenivar awoke in a forest of a mortal world embodying the form of an elf male. He was comforted by these two aspects of his immediate attention. The forest... his home in the astral was similar in many ways. The elf form, complete with white hair, reminded him poignantly of his dearest friend and master, Drizzt Do'Urden, the dark elf. He felt pangs of hunger and weariness he was unaccustomed to in his panther form. He did not know the languages of this world or its other peoples. But he was the hunter still in his heart. He would brave any obstical in his path. He must find Drizzt again. There was no other choice before him.

Job Levels

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 * WAR - 37
 * MNK - 1
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 * BLM - 20
 * WHM - 37
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 * RDM - 01
 * THF - 43
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 * PLD - 18
 * Dark Knight - 75
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 * BRD - 01
 * SMN - 11
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 * Beastmaster - 75
 * RNG - 37
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 * SAM - 37
 * NIN - 37
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 * DRG - 10
 * BLU - 65
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 * COR - 10
 * PUP - 53
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 * DNC - 01
 * SCH - 01
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Guwhenivar wandered the forest until he came to a high walled castle town he later came to realize was San D'Oria. He walked in boldly unaccustomed to the ways of mortals. He was immediatley set upon by the citys knights. His mind still housed the mind of the panther... he would kill these imputent mortals with his claws and fangs for accosting him without cause... They beat guwhenivar into unconciousness in the city street before the auction house as he tried to flee. His horror was complete when his claws and fangs failed him for the first time in his several millenia of existance.His last thoughts were of drizzt, before the darkness took him.

He awoke outside the gates, the guards not even bothering to toss him in jail for he was completely naked, and they assumed, mad. Guwhenivar took the treatment stoicly and decided to go out hunting for his food and cloth his body that was now devoid of his once warm black fur coat. The early morning air was chill. He lived for many days hunting and killing rabbits and sheep around the castle town. His clothing was raggid and hideous to look upon, skinned sheeps wool without being properly cleaned of its blood. He was surviving. But that survival was not enough for him. He decided to go beyond the forest and begin his exploration of this world.

It was around this time that Guwhen was fighting and dying against a powerfull orc near a place known only as King raunperes tomb... and he was saved by the magic of the woman that would steal his heart. Lynnette. She cured him during his fight, gave him hope to win. The two became fast friends. She took pity on Guwhenivar and taught him all she knew. He was a fast learner. She took care not to show the pity to Guwhen for the fierce pride of the hunter was always evident in his eyes. Lynnette introduced Guwhen to many adventurous friends she knew. They all pooled together there resources and took the time to aid and train the young and proud warrior. They clothed him, taught him how to speak the languages, how to survive in a world so very foreign to him.

He was humbled... such kindness was only ever shown to him by one other mortal... Drizzt. He inquired everywhere he could as to the fate of his master. For though there were many peoples that carried similar names, none had the ebony skin of his former master. None had herd of any race in all the world of Vanadiel that had such a dark heritage as the one Guwhenivar described. One man, a friend of Lynnette, by the name of Koroma, listened with intense interest to Guwhens tale. Guwhen wasnt foolish enough to tell his new friends yet of his past. He understood that it was unlikely any in all the worlds would believe it. He maintained that he had lost his memory, and the only thing he could remember was his former master and friend, Drizzt. Koroma was in a similar straight, TRUE loss of his memory. Prior to his awakening near bastok several years ago.

Guwhen and Koroma became friends almost akin to his relationship with his former master. Koroma took note of Guwhens ability to fight alone and fight well against different enemies. He recommended many different paths for the still young and inexperianced adventurer to travel. For reasons unkown to even himself, Guwhenivar traveled the path of the Dark Knight. He traveled this path for over a year, brooding over his losses, cursing the gods for this fate, killing everything in his path bold enough to stand before him. He soon found himself shunning even his new friends. Koroma and Lynnette still stood by him. And after a year, Koroma again recommended the path he thought best suited to Guwhens talents... "You have the heart and soul of a vicious Beast Guwhen... Unrelenting, untiring, unforgiving... your path has, and always will be that of the Beastmaster. I wish you'd consider it. You solo better then anyone ive ever known or herd of!"

What was he to think? He spent nearly a year destroying that which he hated, and he hated most anything and everything he rest his eyes upon. He was stripped of his honor. Forced to crawl on his belly with mortals. He was bitter. Still... he grew tired of the killing. It served no purpose by his way of thinking. There was no honor in it. And he had been without his honor for so very long. He heeded the advice of his closest friend in this world... and took the first steps to finding that honor and glory he once knew.

30 days... Guwhenivar was alone in the wilderness for 30 days as a beastmaster. He came back clothed in the artifacts of forgotten beastmasters and tales of Glorious battles unsurpassed by any of his collegues. What had taken a year as a dark knight, took him one month as a Beastmaster. Koroma gave him a knowing smile. Guwhen nodded his thanks. Guwhen travels alone these days, he's fought and defeated monsters in the lands of the Sea and Sky, the Far East and Distant past. A beastmaster at heart, a Dark Knight when needed. He still looks for his master Drizzt, perhaps someday...