Beowulf an Kajnezit

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# Beowulf an Kajnezit

## Information

### Person

* Born in 1742AX, Draconian Heron Period
* 366 Years old
* Male
* About 1.85 tall
* Two curved horns on both sides of his head
* Platinum Blonde, almost White hair
* Scarred face due to failed experiments with Thaumaturgy

### Early life

Born to a family of mages in the northern village of Rachgnir, Beowulf an Kajnezit was a rather strange child. Whereas other draconian children frolicked in the fields and snow, he remained in the cellar of his family's abode, studying the arcane arts.

Years passed and on the day of his 20th birthday, the village stood aflame, pillaged by barbarians wearing the sign of the dandelion. His entire clan was murdered with him as the sole survivor. After mourning the death of his beloved family for seven days and seven nights, he buried his clan together with his wife in the ice caverns shortly off the main village.

Looking for revenge upon those who had attacked and taken everything from him, he scoured the Grey Plains for a century and a half to finally pass the gate of the Boreal Valley's great wall, separating the Draconic Barrows and Grey Plains from a landmass known as "Rathnir"

At the time he had found his enemies, or rather their remains he was accurately 170 years of age. He found the temples of yellow, dandelions everywhere in-midst of a beautiful flower field. Those who had wronged him centuries ago, were no more. Instead of them, there was now a blooming civilization, functioning society.

### Coming to Rathnir

The civilization he found, was none other than the famous, or in retrospect, rather infamous Bardonian Empire. The people were not particularly kind to him, so he quickly left. He spent an unspecified amount of time witnessing various events in the world of Rathnir until one day, he was attacked by a group of mercenaries. In an escape to flee he ran south, grabbing only his most important items of value to eventually collapse in the desert and fall, to his demise into a gaping hole of darkness in the southern desert.

### Arriving in the Republic of Chevkri

Coming to, with a clear case of memory loss, Beowulf an Kajnezit found himself facing upward towards the roof a tropical tree.

<Records lost to time, can allegedly be read in the book "Esse ex vacuum">

The man explained, that he was currently inside the "Republic of Chevkri", a nation which was apparently located in the south-western continent of Haven in the world of Rathnir.

### Life in the Republic of Chevkri

The townspeople of Anikas, a small walled in town in the southern, tropical province of the "Republic of Chevkri" treated him kindly whilst he was recovering. The occasionally brought by fresh bread, fruits and local venison. He was happy. Years went by and during his recovery, Beowulf an Kajnezit befriended **Neon Belgrave**, the Mayor of Anikas. Eventually, Beowulf an Kajnezit would rise to become the **Head Builder** and assist the, now deceased, **Ex-Hand of the Apex, Sabizos A. Rothbreed** in design efforts for their military capital **Allagadda**.

Not long after, only a couple of months, he would become a High Councillor and aid the Apex, the head of state, in infrastructural decisions. Beowulf an Kajnezit would thus be promoted to Minister of Infrastructure and worked closely with the Build Corps of the Republic in large construction efforts.

### Activities

Beowulf an Kajnezit worked tirelessly as a thaumaturge; A scientist, who had gone away from calling magic, well "magic" but attempted to analyze "magic" and transform it into a scientific subject. Additionally, he worked as Anikas' Chief Brewer and as Alchemist in the town of Meramhold.

He made huge discoveries in conjunction with the matter that the famous "Bedrock" is made of and experiments with it frequently, his scarred face being a result of many, many failed experiments.

Beowulf is also an avid writer, having composed a variety of literature such as the critically acclaimed guide to herbalism "Lexica Herbalica Rathniri", detailing every flora on the landmass of Rathnir.

Occasionally, he resides in the cozy town of Kumaur in Silvay, Viodoxa, where he tends to his small alchemist supplies store after he had to close his shop in Meramhold due to his forced exile.

## Events

### Vacuum, Pt. 0

```
I, Beowulf an Kajnezit, was once traveling near the borderlands of Tovarisha when I saw a few robed figures walking slowly in the distance.
They held a few torches, blue in color and went on their merry way towards the west.
If there is one thing I remember the clearest, it was the stench. The stench of death, pure, unfiltered rot crashed over me in waves. Inquisitive as I am, I stupidly decided to follow the figures with a good distance.

Occasionally, the fog would swallow them and I'd have to pick up the pace to keep them within vision. They entered an old mineshaft, after walking for several hours, near the border of the Jarldom of Frostmarch.
The air became cold, thick so I felt I could slice it. I decided to follow the figures, who I had now made out to be pale-skinned people of androgynous features, into the mineshaft.
I quickly drank one of my elixirs from my satchel; I cried liquid blackness and turned transparent.
Skulking around the shaft, I discovered holes in the sides of the walls where the occasional lantern and bedroll was situated. There it was, the foul stench again.
I had to cramp my throat so I would not vomit right here and there. It was disgusting. Absolutely disgusting to a degree where I wondered if these places were some ancient burial grounds.
From the ceilings, a liquid fell down in drops. However this liquid, was not quite liquid. It was of the consistency of coagulated blood, yet surprisingly runny on the ground.
It's appearance was ... fleshy. Like it was cut from some kind of primordial animal. Such strange properties. I decided to collect some of it in a flask, sealed it and stowed it away on my belt.
I continued on downward the mineshaft and discovered a hall, walls made from entirely black stone and slate, wet with the liquid. Dripstones lined the ceiling, dripping with the liquid as well.
There were puddles of liquid and whenever a drop would fall into it, the entire puddle would pulse and seize like it was a living entity.

Further down, along a spiral stairway hewn into blackened stone, I came upon a crevasse with cages hanging down from ledges. Those cages were the definition of pure horror.
They contained partially alive people, desiccated and necrotic from all kinds of races. Humans, Lhûren, Elves and even one Assoti were rotting away inside the cages.
Large puddles of flesh, organic matter and blood formed at the bottom of the crevasse; I was stepping through the puddles to reach the other shore when the blood coagulated at my feet into sharp fangs and hands attempting to slice and hold me. Luckily, my leg armor protected me from the slicing. I drew my saber in an attempt to cut the hands and limbs forming in the puddles, but whenever I cut them, they'd just melt and reform. It was hopeless.

I sprinted through the fluid towards the other shore. One last jump and I was relatively safe again. Brushing off the blood on my blade, I stepped into the great arching hallway carved into the rocky walls when I was interrupted by figures rising from the floor. They wore robes made of dark cloth with red inlays. They lined up at the sides of the hallway, folding their hands and bowing as if to welcome me inside.
I continued along, my blade scratching the slate floor, clattering sharply as it did so. At the end of the hallway, there stood an altar upon which was, laid upon bright white cloth, a perfect sphere, glossy and almost metallic looking.

I drew closer to it, grasping the sphere firmly. It resonated with my touch, I felt the sphere change shape to my demands. I wanted a sword, it turned into a sharp blade, I wanted a helmet, it turned into a helmet of draconian make and form. I held incredible power in my hands, enough to lay waste to Rathnir. An incredible force lay before me, but it felt wrong. It felt impure and wrong. It felt rotten.

Then I saw it. Time and space warped around me, twisting, turning ripping simultaneously and reforming. A shapeless "Thing" without a features. I saw many a thing in its form; My friends, darkness, the town of Anikas, Voskovy, Athazolant, rivers turning red as blood ran into them, Rathnir aflame. I stood still. Paralyzed at the entity in front of me. Describing it as an "Entity" is wrong; It's everything and nothing at the same time it's not there yet it is present. It sees me. It recognizes me. I recognize it.

"Sisti, is it you?" I stammered. The "Thing" did not answer, nor do anything. I heard my pulse bang like an orchestra inside my skull, I saw empty matter, "Void" take on form, grasp me, tear me apart and reform me. My arm shattered, for the second time in this month. I saw visages, twisted smiles and crooked teeth; Then everything went black. I cannot comprehend what I saw. It is above my mental capacity.
It was something, that is all that I can recall. My head hurts. My vision is hazy. I am falling asleep. Axi, my pet Dragon woke me up. I patted her head and cried black liquid. It was inside me. My horns changing shape caused a searing pain in my head.

It felt like I could control the spatial dimensions around me. I took on stance and spoke in an incomprehensible language. The earth split in two and an entity emerged from it. It was the sphere. I spoke and it warped and twisted until a dragon made entirely from amethyst and slate formed. I noticed that I bled from my arms. My blood seeping inside the uncovered abyss for minutes until I was capable of movement again.

The dragon shifted, and looked like it was continuously on the verge of disintegration with slate cracking and amethysts shattering in its every move. I commanded it to fly me away from here. "Fly towards Sørgliste", I commanded. And so it did. Upon landing near the coast of the town of Windcliff, it almost immediately shattered into loose pieces of slate and purple particles. There it was again, the sphere. Perfectly round, but wrong. It's a. wrong power; Thinking about it deeply, what it is, destroys your mind. Even I, with my 366 years on this earth, in all my wisdom, cannot comprehend its workings. It appears alive, yet also dead and formless. I commanded "Disappear", and so it did. "I need to tell Makkis about this", I spoke. "Perhaps he has knowledge of these ... things, this cult."

```

### Vacuum, Pt. 1

```
Blackness. Nothing in particular except, well, nothing and a feeling of dread.
That's all Beowulf an Kajnezit felt as the rift in space consumed him.

He saw many a thing, his past, his coming into Anikas, becoming a member of the Chevkri High Council, a minister, getting to know many a great person.
And then there's thaumaturgy.
A subject he, even with his incredible 366 years of lifespan was yet relatively new to.
Even though, people had started calling him "Master Thaumaturge" recently, an unfitting title, he thought to himself, he started delving more and more into the aspects of thaumaturgy.

Eventually, Beowulf's research would lead him to discover a new type of matter, a matter which, by its very principles should not be able to exists.
He came to the eventual conclusion, that the new matter quite literally contradicts regular matter.
It was not affected by gravity, had no weight and a strange shape, almost non-euclidean making it impossible to measure volume with his knowledge and tools.

One day, scraping at the bedrock of the world though, he noticed the properties of the matter to become...stable?
The matter wound, bent and warped in unnatural ways inside the flask he kept in inside, formed tendrils, orbs, crystalline shapes and symbols.

Back then, he did not know what he had discovered.
Now however, he knew.
It was the, well, state or way something can be that would commonly be referred to as "Void".
Although, "Void" implies emptiness by definition, Us naming the "Void", "Void" proves that is is a concept, rather than a state.

Now, that concept given form is what he'd discovered; And it was ripping him apart at the moment.

"Impractical", He thought to himself, "Truly impractical".

"Shame.", A voice rung out to him.
"Such a waste of potential, nobody from your plane was ever so close to discovering the ways upon which your world exists."

He found himself, laying bare, in a place.
A room could not describe it as it had neither walls nor a ceiling.

He stood up on his old draconian legs and thought "I must be dead".

And so his friends, fellows and family did indeed think.

As he would find out later though, this was not quite the case per se

And so, Beowulf an Kajnezit disappeared on the 31 of January in the area of Alkimus without visible cause.

```

### Vacuum, Pt. 2

```
Nothingness.

"You haven't quite figured it out yet, have you?" A voice rang.

"Sisti?" I asked?
"Sisti, is that you?"

"...die!" The entity spoke.

A searing pain pulled throughout my face

It hurts

"You never should have bothered with your 'thaumaturgy'!" It spoke.

"Why? Why are you doing this, Sisti?" I pleadingly asked.

"Because you have broken every single universal rule there is, stupid!" It spoke.

"Hah, so you are in fact Sisti, I can't believe an otherworldly entity could be fooled so easily" I laughed.

"Always the last laugh, huh?"

My left eye's vision faded to a blue tinted grayscale.

"Oh that's your revenge, Sisti? Damn you have become so petty!" I half laughed half cried.

"I cannot kill you per se anymore, but I can harm you, and I shall, O Brother mine!" She spoke angrily.

Something appeared from the void, took on stature, meld itself into draconian form

"Ah, you look just like back then, Sisti." I spoke.

Upon laying eyes unto her, I felt my left arm snap into seven pieces

It was a strange feeling, but there was no pain

"Sisti, what is this?" I asked.

"A way to harm you when you get back." She answered.

"Get back? When?" I asked.

"Oh, right about ... now!" She spoke hastily.

Fabric and matter began to twist around me, I was not meant to be in this place, everything turned white and black and white and black and ... green and blue and beige?

I fell unto the rough sand, somewhere in a town.

I heard voices, one became louder and louder

"Who are you? Are you alright?" The dark-skinned, tattooed man asked of me.

Feelings returned into my body and I screamed in pain upon moving my left arm; It was twisted beyond recognition.
"Oh Sheep, give me power!" The man spoke a prayer.

"I will assist you, take this, it will numb the pain."

The man stuffed a few leaves in between my teeth, upon chewing them, I blacked out entirely, a welcome happening indeed

"You awake? "Another voice inquired.

"Man we held a funeral service for you and now you just decided to come back, Beo?" The voice spoke.

Who is that, I feel as I know him

"Come on now, don't look at me like that man!" He spoke loudly.

"It's me, Neon Belgrave, can you remember me?" He spoke.

With slurred speech I answered "That name does remind me of someone, who saved my life once"

"Sounds about right, I'll let you sleep for now, well talk later. Vandoro! Come here and take care of him for a while, will you?" Neon Belgrave yelled.

Promptly, the tattooed man from before stepped in, gave a quick salute and renewed my bandages whilst Neon Belgrave stepped out.

I fell asleep

```

### Departure and ravenous hatred

A few months after, his memory slowly returned and his good friend, **Neon Belgrave**, was elected to become the next apex, with strong support from his friend **Twentenaar** and himself.

**Neon Belgrave** was a strong Apex and a truly good head of state, however, certain people and groupings, predominantly the infamous "**Chain"** made plans to end him and his reign prematurely. When a friend of **Neon's** and Beowulf an Kajnezit relayed this information to him, **Neon** swiftly took action to strike down the insurrectionists, much to Beowulf an Kajnezit's relief.

After **Neon** was forced to step down from his position due to burn-out-syndrome however, Beowulf an Kajnezit became dissatisfied and enraged with the other High Councillors and members of Parliament. This caused him to be frowned upon by others, hurting him deeply; Furthermore, he saw the new "**Hand of the Apex"** as an overly positive and naive, non-realistic person. In addition to that, he became dissatisfied with Uldarash's politics, the empire which the, now Kingdom of Chevkri was a part in.

Thus, Beowulf an Kajnezit voiced his concerns, stepped down and left the country in rage. He felt betrayed by his peers and vowed by his dear sister's dead body, to burn the country to ashes.

### Exile and Gaia

Days after, freezing on a stolen sloop of the coast of the province of Umbria, I sat and ate some salted meat. Reminiscing about the peaceful life in Anikas, I didn't notice my eyes expelling fluid. You would have called it "crying", except tears are usually colorless and not inky black. And tears do not form unusual shapes when spilled.

She must have done something with me.

I, worried by the sudden appearance of a strange substance, wiped my face and drank some Gin to make space for happier thoughts so the "crying" would stop.

Successful in my endeavors, I collected the substance in one of my belt's flasks.

A day or two after, I made landfall. A curving river next to some jungle met my eyes.

I, barely stocked with provisions, set out to look for a tree which I could tap for some sugary syrup.

Upon finding a suitable specimen, I applied the tap and hung a bucket below it.

A flask on my belt began shaking, pulling on the rawhide strap holding it. It pointed in the direction of the jungle. He gave it no mind further mind but withdrew his dagger from his backpack, just in case.

For dinner there was merely some remainder of salted meat and a chunk of rye bread, and some sweet berry mush made from berries he'd pick earlier growing on vines on a tree.

He heard a chittering noise just as he was rolling out his bedroll. Immediately awake, he drew his dagger and reached for an elixir in his satchel, swiftly drinking it.

His eyes turning an inky black, he took on a battle stance.

There. The chittering again, very silent this time.

Moving swiftly, he dashed towards the jungle in search of the source of the noise; However he would not find anything at all except for a little pink flower petal.

He picked it, stored it in his satchel and left, in beforehand looking towards the forest again and still seeing nothing.

Mildly disturbed, Beowulf set back at his camp, eating some more and quickly falling asleep shortly afterwards.

Waking up the next day was, well, strange to say the least.

He found tracks in the sand. Regular, but not quite humanoid. He thought of old intelligent insect-like tribes living in the jungles, but he brushed it off as another myth.

He threw up a little shelter from branches and some chopped logs he made earlier and decided to stock up on some supplies.

Starting out, he mixed some of his leftover Gin with the tapped sugar syrup and sweet berries over a fire. As he went to distill it, the chittering sounded again, loudly, as if it was right next to him. He spun around, dagger in hand but there was nothing to be seen.

"I must be going insane" He thought to himself, continuing the distilling process.

A few hours later, he had finished a small set of bottles with the botanical-flavoured gin and stowed them away.

He proceeded to pack up his bedroll, backpack and satchels, tear down the camp and went into the jungle where he had heard the strange noises emanating from earlier.

In the jungle, he used his dagger to hack away at random vines and ferns obstructing his way, occasionally picking some sweet, red berries growing along the way.

He could've sworn that these berries only grew in colder regions, these here must be a different genome he thought.

Well, in the end it didn't matter, they tasted just as good as the tundra variant.

Then, something rather strange happened. Just as he stretched out his arm to pick some more berries, something snatched them aways from the bushel.

He was unsure what the hell just happened, all he saw was a green flash. On the ground however, another pink petal lay.

Then he saw something climb around a tree, it looked almost centipedal but with vegetation sprouting from it? And there were pink flowers all over its back. In addition to that, the creature seemed to have noticed it was being watched as it spun around to look him straight in the eyes. He couldn't quite believe it, the mythological creature from his books stared at him. As strange and unusual its appearance was, there was a kindness emanating from it.

Beowulf reached into his satchel and produced a few bushels of berries, held his arm out towards the creature. Assoti, he believed they were called. The Assoti slowly crawled down from the tree, stood on the loamy ground and exposed its full size. It was taller than his house back in Anikas.

With its many arms located on its frontal upper body it reached for the berries I held up, slowly took them, produced a happy skitter and consumed the berries.

I smiled. I didn't believe I'd ever meet an Assoti, much less such a big one. Maybe, she, I presumed, was a queen?

Well that'd certainly be worth an entry in his books.

The Asotti lowered its head and, to his surprise, chitteringly spoke in common tongue "I am Adashi, matron of Iabet", "Follow me".

And thus I followed Adashi through the thicket. When, after a short while, we arrived at our apparent destination, I was surprised to see a bustling city in midst of a tropical forest. Flowers, huge vines and trees were intertwined with the buildings and everything felt so very warm, welcoming and nice.

After short talks, Adashi led me around the city, proudly showing off temples and nice buildings. They had an apiary as well. It appears the "Gaians" as many of Iabet's residents referred to themselves, had a sweet tooth. I made known that I was interested in living here after which Adashi appointed a citizen, Rhea, to show me an apartment complex.

I was given a rather sparsely decorated, but very comfortable apartment for rent where I reside at this moment, writing this.

### Return to Anikas

Beowulf soon came to the realization that, despite his disdain of Chevkri's political situation, it was a functioning government and thus returned to live in Anikas once more. Everything went well, for a while at least, until he several people, including Neon, who had now retired to being Anikas' mayor exclusively, and several other Suedlande mayors felt as if Chevkri was falling apart and wanted to, understandably, leave a sinking ship. So talks of independence started, firstly in secret, slowly gathering support. Their dreams of freedom were however swiftly stricken down as they were found out and officially branded high traitors to Chevkri despite them merely wishing to split apart peacefully and without violence.

### The Fall of Anikas

"As we were now officially branded traitors, we did not have anything more to loose. As final sign of our determination, we decided to burn and completely destroy our heart and home, the city Anikas. Now, we were alone in a region where we'd be searched for and prosecuted. By an ungodly degree of luck however, **Queen Hazel Ashwood of Savernia** took pity upon us and allowed us to build and claim a new town and region for our new, soon-to-be home, the city of **Holsatia**."

## Trivia and further Facts

1. In ancient Draconian, "an Kajnezit" would be similar to our "of Kajnezit" or "from Kajnezit".
2. He frequently wakes up after dreaming nightmarishly of the events long past.
3. His horns ~~have~~ had a crimson red color; After **Vacuum**, his horns turned dark purple to ink black.
4. He has a friend named "Zascu", a resident in the town of Anikas and an avid scribe, although a tad childish, Zascu has helped him throughout many depressive phases.
5. Beowulf is an avid drinker, Draconians have a high tolerance for alcohol.
6. He has a secret brewing recipe for **"Anikas purified Dry Gin"**.
7. For his 366'th birthday which he celebrated in the, now demolished, ball room in the Keep of Anikas, **Sabizos A. Rothbreed** gifted him an artifact pickaxe and two artifact swords, he misses Sabizos greatly and treasures his gifts.
8. **Twentenaar**, a funny single-celled organism with two beady eyes, a good friend of his, gifted him a **"Fruit of the Moon"**. An ancient, wonderful fruit from a now collapsed dimension Twente, as he calls him, explored years prior.
9. He has very good relations to the **Kingdom of Savernia** and helped them on several occasions. He still travels there to relax sometimes.
10. Furthermore, he is friends with the mayor of the town of **Voskovy** and owns a vacation apartment there.
11. He is considered a scholar, writing many reports on life forms, science and locations.
12. Beowulf recently became a member in the Savernian Diplomatic Corps.