All stripped away. The people of Wisperwind had failed to properly worshipped Foret and where thus shattered to all ends of maxim. Even squee himself could not claim complete innocence. However it was still a shock to just arrive and thrown into turmoil such as this. Yet it was certainly understandable.

And so Squee resolved to roam maxim on his own until he could win the favor of foret once again. For there was no guild that he could join to redeem himself.

At first dawn he mustered what strength he had and attacked a taivan stronghold. Damage was dealt but not enough. He was once again forced to run again into the night. However some gods were still displeased and in the middle fo the night took every last thing he had left. And this was how Squee cracked.

Forever doomed to walk the land of Maxim, alone, with no direction, and nothing but rage in his heart.

Peering into the distance, Nasir could make out what looked to be a familiar face, wandering aimlessly about the lands. He looked brotherly to Nasir, but yet he wore the colours of another deity now. It was so strange, this feeling of friendship he felt toward somebody he could possibly have never met.

"That face... that aura of evil..."

Then it hit him, Evenstar. They were two servants of the Evil empire of Amatsu Mikaboshi, Nasir was sure of this. Although he had rid himself of his old ways, this distant man appeared to have not. His advances on a Tiavain fortification had not gone unnoticed by Tiavain's Isonian brothers, NV. So now, all history aside, Nasir knew he should punish this man.

"No, spare him... turn him..."

Nasir motioned for the character to enter the Isle.

Through the lands, Chaunii searched for guildmates split asunder. These days were dark. Between wars and the uniting of guilds, worship and thanks was not forgotten, just not enough to appease. In the end, splintered, they looked for refuge among others. Shelter found, but not all were so lucky. She searched for those, the unlucky ones. To bring them back together once again. We are humbled, we understand that without diety we are nothing.


Chaunii walked slowly through the lands, she would not give up hope.


We shall walk out of the abyss, and shall be enlightened.

And so each day squee wandered the land alone and without direction. There was no friends in this land, only foes. Today he came upon a small camp that appeared to bear the banners of SOD. Without hesitation squee walked right up to the camp and started killing everything in sight. No one, not ever women and children, were spared. However some still managed to escape, no doubt to bring reinforcements. However Squee did not care for he no longer feared death, in fact he welcomed it. And if death would not come to him, he would bring it to others.

Squee wandered, and each day he did so he beckoned for death to bring him assunder. But yet he still escaped somehow. It was luck, and perhaps a touch of Forets divine intervention. How long would it be though, until his luck ran out and his god turned it's back upon the lone warrior.

Nasir watched as the man turned his back on Isonia, not only the first shunning when he left the lands of the Evenstar, but the second when he refused to enter the Isle of Beasts. Isonia would not forgive these sins, and so Squee was marked for hunting. His ignorance would not go unnoticed, and his lands would not go unclaimed. They were marked as NV territory now, and Nasir was at the head of the search party.

"If he will not return, he will perish" Nasir told the Island guards as he marched his first regiment across the bridge. The hunt was on.

Days Chaunii searched. The winds bought news of the one called Squee, one of her comrades that was separated from the whole. The message was clear.He was marked as he ran through heathen lands, leaving destruction and death, to fall at his footsteps. She sought her comrade, not out of malice, especially not out of pity. She understood. She sought her old comrade for help. Another had become a thorn in her side, and she was much wanting to be removed. She searched, she needed help and he was the only one that could.

Thrall he was still, yet occasionally the veil lifted. Never for long though, the iron control exerted over him by his foes coming down like a portcullis on his free will. But on the few moments of lucidity he saw so much; things that made his mind reel with amazement. In a deep chamber he was the last time his thoughts broke free of their shackles, a ball of crystal before him, images coruscating and swirling through it.....a familiar face emerged.

Tamae ware Ronin! he shouted, oblivious to his surroundings.

And everything went red again.

Squee chuckled to himself as rumors in the land claimed that he was being hunted. He could only wonder what people could hope to accomplish by hunting him. Even if he were found, Squee was not a foe that was easily defeated. Just the other day armies from war thought they could destroy him, and although they hurt him greatly Squee returned that night to terrorize one of their towns. however if the people of wor thought this was all that they would see of him, they were badly mistaken. For he was determined to return when he had regained some of his strength. Alone in a land of no friends, he was going to survive.

Squee chuckled at himself. Both the guilds of wor and so thought they could do as they wished to Squee since he had no allegiance. However he was not one that would let such actions go without consequence. Their war with silence had left many weaknesses and openings. Why they chose to venture against him at such a time was beyond squee's comprehension. However one thing was clear and that was he would be strinking back.