Arod Vilya-Túrin

### The Abyss

It is nothing and everything at the same time, the feeling of drowning, but not suffocating, the feeling of falling, but never hitting the ground. Stuck in a limbo with only memories keeping you company, but even those begin to fade. Memories become vague, some dissapear and some core memories remain as silhouettes of what they used to be. Darkness starts to embrace you, and after a while, you start to embrace the darkness. You become one with the darkness, accept that the abyss is neither against you nor for you, as you start to decend into maddness. There that once was, disappeared, how he got into this situation is unclear, but all he has to look forward to is the hope of leaving this place, to feel the floor no matter the pain, to start drowning and suffocating no matter the risk. Time in here has no meaning, for all he could know it has been eons since the last time he saw something apart from black or maybe it has been a few days, the mystery of the Abyss.

### The awakening

Since the start of being in the Abyss, there has been nothing, no imput from anyone or anything. This caused Arod to go insane, sounds that he once was familiar with, was twisted in his brain from the lack of action. This was the reason why when he heard a clear voice coming from within, he was startled. And to their memory, it said:

"There I am and always will be, you are now one with the abyss, you have accepted it as it has accepted you, you have been brought before my judgement by it, be thankful for it. Now, let the judgement beggin."

After that last quote, there is a hole in the memory of Arod, nothing remains from that point onward, the memories before hand are much more vague. He, for the first time is feeling, he can feel the water he was once drowning in below his body, the fresh wind in his face. When he opened his eyes, everything was bright, way too bright. It took a while for the adjustment to set in, when he could understand what was happening, he realised he was in the middle of an ocean. He has no idea of who he used to be, there are only silhouettes of friends, not even his name is known to him, a tattoo on his arms says a name: Arod Vilya-Túrin, he adopts the name as his. Shortly after, he close his eyes in a mirage of fatigue.

## The Life of Arod **Vilya-Túrin After Awakening**

### Their early days

After awakening, he realise he was washed down into a river shore by the strong tides indicated by the bruises. As Arod looked arround, he saw no sign of life, only a thick jungle in all directions, only getting severed by the river he was brought up by to here. Stomach growling, wounds to heal, the sun setting, Arod had no time to think and had to act quickly to survive. A cave nearby was used for cover, and over the next couple of days, the cave was blocked of from both sides to keep in as much heat as possible and to hide from the potential dangers out there. Food sourcing was difficult, it would take at least a year to set up a proper farm for Arod to be able to feed of it properly, so it was down to hunting and gathering. The average day for Arod consisted of food gathering and stockpilling it, continiously adding to the cave, changing it bit by bit to be more homely, and going cave diving for materials. Every little scrap at this point was much needed for survival, everything came in handy, days, even weeks went by and slowly but surely Arod was adding to his inventory.

### The Travels

31 nights have passed since his awakening, he went out early in the morning for his last hunt in the jungle. After patiently waiting up in a tree, he found a deer, readied his bow and shot it cleanly through the skull, the deer was dead in a single shot. As he jumped down he put away the bow, knelt next to the deer. He lifted the head of the deer up towards sunlight and said "Hantanyel avalê rewinion ni aute lav-sina árë", a prayer to a god. Unbenounced to him, the prayer is the Goddess to the hunt, with no knowledge of what it means, he still does it every day at each hunt as it is one of the few memories that are still intact from before the abyss. He prepared the meat, packed his bags, and by midday was ready to leave to travel in search of civilisation, or anything resembling such thing, he was growing tired of being unacompanied. So he, for the first time, spread his wings out and soared across the clear blue sky, this brought him to tears, as if this was nostalgic, something he cannot put his finger to, but the body remembers, even if the mind does not. It took days for civilisation to be found, wings that havent been used for a long time tire out quickly, the muscles cannot even start to compare themselves to strong, as fatigue sets in too quickly. A day. A day is how long each recovery sessions lasted, meaning that travelling was agonising, both with fatigue and time. Stored up food was starting to run low, when, for the first time, he could see civilisation.

### The First Encounter

By the time he saw the first lit up home, it was getting dark, a large burst of energy hit Arod in the face like no other, pure adrenalin rushed through his veins, causing him to forget about the fatgue setting upon him. 5 miles away. 4 miles. 3 miles. 2 miles, coming ever so closer to talking to an inteligent species for the first time. He lands on top of the roof, drops down and sees that it was a shop that has not yet closed, a bakery; exactly what he needed. He entered the bakery, no one was there but the baker - Wendy Marshwalker, greeting him joyfully. He ordered bread asap, and started talking to the baker, aparently where he was, was called Fidiopolis, a bustling port town in the nation of Fidaea which lays North of the map, Arod for the first time was learning where places were and where he could go. Invaluble information given out by a kind stranger.

### Storms Fortune

A few days passed, Arod Restocked on supplies and oriented himself to the directions given days prior by the baker, found some steady ground and jumped for liftoff - this was the first time he remembers trying to jump to get a good start on his flight but from muscle memory it seems like it wasnt the first time. As he readied himself he knew that he was about to go high, his calfs and quads tenced up, he could feel evey vein in those legs as the heart pumped. Arod released the pressure on his legs by the only way he could at that point. Jumping. The pressure caused by this jump was suffocating, taking the wind out of his lungs as he soared up hundreds of meters into the air in under 2 seconds, as he looked bellow him he saw that all the grass has been blown away from where he was standing and he has left a small crater in the floor. "Do not jump near anything important - noted" he muttered to himself as he flapped his massive wings. Travelling at rediculous speeds is Arods Specialty, but even with those speeds there stands one thing that can out run Arod - Nature. The clouds were dark from the get go, Arod only thought that there maybe a heavy rainfall, in which case he could land safely and search for safty from it, but what he got was much much worse, as he was over the ocean becoming ever so nearer to his final destination of %!@g^\*?>" (seems to have gone missing - huh) a tornado was forming infront of him; there was 2 options, go and try to go straight through it before it becomes too strong at full speed or change direction and having the possibility of missing the final destination. A split second decision caused him to go full speed into the tornado, only to realise it was already much stronger than expected. He was caught in its whirlpool, swinging round and round and round, until - lights out. Arod fainted. Once he had regained his conciousness, he found himself inside a thick woodland.

## Pre-Argoth Known information

### Family

Arod does not remember who his family were, but everytime it gets brought up, it seems to get him very agressive, bringing to the conclusion that his memory of his family is a very touchy subject

### Friends / Foes

Only a select few come to mind whenever Arod is trying to remember people, even those that he does remember are as if he was seeing them in a dim lit room, through a fogy mirror. It is unknown if he would be able to recognise them in flesh if they were also transported to Argoth.

### Other

Arod only remembers quite small snippets of his life before Argoth, mostly important events, but some that do not seem important at all, such as soaring through the skies with what seems to be a parcel in his hand, slipping away. Some others memories contain:

* Standing arround a table, filled with people, 2 seats empty, everybodies faces seemed to be blacked out. Some of the people were sitting, some were standing by the side of those sitting, including Arod
* A single frame of a war, as if it was a picture, raging down below him.