Altaris1995 the Dehtroned Seer

Break free from chains, even if they are invisible. Break free from slavery, no matter how convenient it would be.
Altaris came into Rathnir from place so far away it may not even exist in this world. King Prophet, Seer, High Jarl Lipki, Knowing One, Sage, A filthy plague of betrayal, Traitor respected by coin. Names are many, given by others, the person stays the same. Seer, as known commonly came from far, far away, as earlier mentioned. To understand better you have to know. If you want to know, I will tell. Knowing is only up to you. Only you.
* Born in slavery Altaris was a boy of small posture, warm hearted and stubborn like no other. There is no reason to mention names, titles, kingdoms, kings and stories. It would not tell you anything anyways. Boy was born in nation and culture of Atta in religion of the Source, which mostly focuses on excluding the religion whatsoever as a concept. Boy was not the smartest or the bravest. Huh, he was not even brave or courageus. He was watching though. His eyes had the gift of seeing. His soul had the gift to know who he really is. Making the story with names that are not familiar to you dear reader short, we can jump in time a little bit. With the gift of seeing it was really easy and at the same time really difficult to see through the world that was around. Boy grew into a man, who knew, that enslavement and captivity are only illusion that the captors kept pushing onto him and his people.
* The Great Awakening will tell nothing in this world. In the world that Altaris comes from it meant everything. It meant all. The moment that fear was rejected people of Atta broke free from the slavery and chains. Uprisings sprung like wild flowers after warm rain and bonemeal.
While Masters were banished and chased into the darkest and deepest caves of Earth, the common people were not harmed. While many screamed about justice, revenge and picking on commonfolk that was part of nation and culture of Masters, Altaris strongly disagreed. His new laws did not allow taking revenge on common people just becouse of their ties to the Masters as nations, cultures, towns, religions and countries. His message was clear. If you do the same as the Masters did, killing and capturing into slavery just becouse of differences of bodies, languages and names you are no different. Years passed as the world was in pieces, torn by small wars, changes and repercussions of previous dark centuries. Making it short, King Prophet Altaris, Lord on the Above was supposed to rule huge chunk of the lands of the Atta. To seal the coronation as Lord on the Above Altaris had to become also the Lord of the Beneath. He was too trusting though. His beliefs in human race and that people can change brought him where he is now - Rathnir. 
* Altaris was betrayed in an act of revenge by the pawns of Masters. He was blamed for being one of the first ones to raise the fists for rebellion. While he had the hope that even Masters could change in the new world that he was building he did not predicted the betrayal. As a prophet and seer he was not proud of not seeing it before it happened. He should have... In the caves of Reptylia he was tricked and strucked by spell casted by those who did not see the sun for years. He could have predicted that. But he didn't. While gasping for his life he fell into the void, falling asleep again for Atta only knows how long. This time though he did not forget who he is. He still knew. He still remembered. All of it. 
Waking up was strange. The air felt different. The sky looked different. Stars and constellations were foreing, unknown. First he tried to come back to his life, to his future and past. After trying and trying for many days he understood that he will not get the answer from himself. His travels brought him to meet first of the people of Rathnir. They named themselves Skjoldrbrodir. Altaris did not wait there for long. The place was cold, empty, full of old ghosts, lacking of life and purpose. He traveled west and south, into the land he learned was Plagatea. He stayed with warrior monks of Gensinism Monastery. He learned about the religions, gods, nations and stories. The language was the same, but still, the world was not. Altaris has chosen to lay low and learn about this world and it's peoples. He knew not enough to find a way to go back. He understood that he has to live here until he finds a way. And he will. He will... One day.
For now, fallen king of nothing resides on Plagatea, currently in Polskrige, acting as a gardener and a herbalist. His crown is invisible, made with leaves, branches, flowers and eyes, not with gold, silver or diamonds. As his true identity stays hidden, Altaris is casting his own spells daily. Thank's to Gensin monk that took him under his roof he knows now, that the gods are still the same, and the sky - that same sky so different, still seems the same. It is the same prison he escaped from in the past. Third time is a charm, so the second one should not be problematic. He knows now. He knows. 
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Category:Plagatea
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