PCs:Thaylis Beign

Name: Thaylis Beign

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colspan="2" style="text-align: center; font-size: 90%; border-bottom: 1px solid #aaa; line-height: 1.25em;"	Thaylis Beign Major Thaylis Beign, Blackhawk Battalion
Allegiance	Nation of M'Chek
Service/branch	M'Chekian Army, Blackhawk Battalion
Rank	Major
Commands held	Commander of Blackhawk Command Company. Executive Officer - Blackhawk Battalion
Awards	Copper Eagle Medal

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: Mid 20's

Deity: Pelar

Class: Ranger/Shadowdancer

Birthplace: Family farm, Nelthropian Lands, M'Chek

Residence: The Canvas, in the City of Mikona.

Affiliations and Titles:

Hunter of Pelar

Major, M'Chekian Army. Thaylis serves as the Executive Officer (XO) for the Blackhawk Battalion, and commands the Blackhawk Command Company.

Keepers of the Cycle - Member

Early Years

I was born to Cray and Thrella Beign, on a small farm near the Order of the Way, in northwest M’Chek. Cray farmed various things…wheat, cotton, hops…. Whatever brought the best price at the market. My mother worked hard beside my father, and together made a descent living. I was the only child born to them.

At age 7, disaster struck the Beign farm. The evening brought an evil from the south, a group of 4 or 5 undead roaming the farmlands. From where these creatures came from, no one ever knew for sure. They killed the cows, old Sally the draft horse, and chickens in the barn and pens first. Hearing the animals scream, father and mother ran toward the barn, while I watched in fear from the house, father yelling at me to stay inside. I never saw either one again alive. Minutes passed, and that’s when I saw them, shuffling out of the barn doors, sniffing the air, catching sight of me behind the window of the house. They were covered in blood and I froze there, as any 7 year old would do. Howling, they charged the house, and somehow was able to get my young legs moving. In fear, I ran out the back door, and into the root cellar, barely able to close and lock the large oaken door behind me. The undead clawed and beat at the door, but was unable to break it down. Their frustrations made them howl and groan and hiss louder. These screams and those of the animals warned the neighboring farm, and finally a group of men chased the undead away. They found me in shock at the back wall of the cellar.

After the attack, my mother’s uncle, Garrick, aa aging Pelarite ranger, took me in. He lived in a small cabin north of my parent’s farm.

Learning the Hunter's Way

Growing up under Garrick's tutelage can only be described as a never-ending lesson. He was a veteran the War with T'Nanshi, serving with distinction for M'Chek. As I grew from a small boy to a young man, he taught me all he knew of Pelar's Teachings, spending much time exploring the Wilds with him, learning the basics of tracking, woodlore, and scouting techniques. The old ranger was a firm believer that any Hunter should be comfortable enough to weild any weapon at hand, be it a simple club, iron sword, or farm tool. He stressed the importance of the bow and how the Hunt is the center of all of Pelar's teachings. I eagerly soaked in as much as I could from him.

By the time I had seen my 17th summer, I had a firm grasp of the basics of becoming on of Pelar's Hunters. Garrick failed to rise one moring, the grizzled Hunter heeding Pelar's call.

The Big City and Finding Purpose

After Garrick's death, I took what lttle belongings I had and made my way south, to the city of Mikona. What drew me, I can't say for certain. Perhaps I was curious. Having very limited funds, I took up odd jobs for various farmers in the outlying lands surrounding the city, earning enough to keep me from starving. I soon had enough gold to rent a room at the Bored Gargoyle Inn. I preferred this inn to the others inside the city as the farmers were a friendly group and accepted me.

For the next few years I called the Gargoyle home. I did many things during this time, honing my Hunter's skills, learning a bit about carpentry and traveling to distant lands like T'Nanshi, Ferrell, Deglos, and Elysia.

It was also during this time I learned the Art of the Shadow, and was taught how to use shadows for my own purpose. I am deeply indebted to the Master who taught me these skills.

The Blackhawks

Just shy of my 20th summer, the Drotid invaded the eastern coast of M'Chek, gaining a foothold on our soil. War was declared by War Commissioner Lord Chasworth and I offered my services and skills as a scout to the Army. Captain Swift of the Blackhawks took notice of me during this time and offered me a position in the Blackhawks, M'Chek's elite fighting Company. Soon after joining this unit, it was increased to battalion size.

Under Major Fyne's and Captain Weller's watchful eyes, I rose rapidly, skipping several enlisted ranks in the process. To my surprise, Colonel-Commissar Brittain offered me an officers commission, which I readily accepted. I continued to gain rank and responsibilty within the unit. With the death of Major Fyne and Captain Weller's re-assignment within the battailion, I've assumed command of the the Blackhawk Command Company, and also serve as the Battalion's Executive Officer (XO) under C. C. Brittain. During this time, I've overseen several successful operations against the Drotid invaders.

I take pride in the men and under my command and feel honored to lead these capable and competent soldiers against the Hissers who have invaded M'Chek.

Joining the Keepers

I joined the Keepers of the Cycle due to the incident on our family farm which took the lives of both my parents. The men and women who make up the group are dedicated in returning souls back to the Cycle. Ashanar is a good leader, as most trust his judgement and follow his orders unquestioningly.