Character Submission

Name: Lae'Naya
Gender: Female
Race: Selkie
Age: 19
Origin: Snow leopard village, just outside Eriuir
Affinity: Nevael. She follows her fathers strong belief in Nevael, saying her prayers every day and often giving offerings to the kind Goddess.
Nullomancer: Yes

Personality: She seems quiet to strangers and often speaks rudely to Empire citizens unless they're friends. She feels that she has follow in her fathers footsteps as the protector of the village, even if it is not actually her position. She cannot stand the mistreatment of her family and becomes easily angered by it. To her friends she is kind and supportive.

Appearance: She is from the snow leopard tribe so her fur has snow leopard patterns.

Spoiler:

In the summer her fur is a light tan colour, in winter it turns pure white. She has blue eyes and a piercing in her left ear. Her clothing varies depending on the weather. In summer she wears a short, tight sleeveless hide jacket, with hide shorts. At her hip are two long knives in scabbards, several smaller daggers are often hidden on the rest of her body.

Background: My mother died when I was very young. I was raised since then by my father and the women of the village. My father was the chief of our village. He was considered the strongest and the best of our men. He protected us from the Xelith Empires soldiers and brought in extra money for the village; there were even rumors that he had the long lost ability to talk to animals. He was considered the strongest because he was the only Selkie capable of working in the crystal mines. He was also a decent fighter in both hand-to-hand combat and the use of knives. He taught me everything I know.

When I was 15, there was a collapse in the mine and my father was trapped. The selkie villagers joined the Eriuir villagers in trying to dig him out but by the time they did, he was already dead. They called it an accident but I think differently. How could it be that when the mine collapsed there was only my father in there? My hatred for the Xelith Empire who owned the mine started that day.

A new chief was chosen from the men, but I will follow in my fathers footsteps and protect my village in anyway I can.

Special ability (if any): The ability to understand animals. (Race abilities also but I didn't think I needed to put those.)
Other: I have a tail! yay!


P.S. She's furreh :3

• Name: Ashur Darus Hadukar
• Gender: Male
• Race:Cauhri
• Age: 21
• Origin: Eriuir

• Personality:
Ashur is known by many as a young man of virtue. A man well-mannered and helpful in spite of the burdens he carries. The young ones tend to call him “big brother Ashur” because he’s the one they turn to if they run into any problems. He feels the need to take care of those in need of help because of his own background. He is unable to ignore the misery of others, and despises situations where he’d be powerless to offer at least a little help. He’s very headstrong once he has chosen a path and refuses to finish what he starts. He is not afraid to take up arms and kill a man if he is convinced this is for the better.

However, the man is not perfect. The scars of the past did leave their scars, causing him to be rather silent and absent when not directly engaged with another activity. He has a reliance on the kind words and smiles of others to keep him going. He has a dire need of acceptance and friendship. When feeling these he does truly lighten up. He can also get truly fierce when those he cares for are threatened or insulted. He also hates being distrusted, and can get rather irritated when it happens. He is curious when he witnesses something he has never seen before, usually involving mythical creatures. This, however, also brings a certain lack of caution, that could seriously bring him in trouble.

In the end, he will believe in their victory. No man shall be left behind. They shall stand together, one by one. The courageous Ashur believes that they can truly make a difference in this fight with their newfound powers. By the benevolent gods, the beastmasters of Xelith shall learn the power of Zengar and its nullomancers!

• Appearance: Ashur’s ash-grey Cauhri skin is slightly paler than average. His raven-black hair rests on his shoulders and it’s reach is just a little shorter than his middle back. His eye color is the standard green and usually look at people in a kind manner.
He stands taller than the average Cauhri at about 1.86 in meters. (Assumed that Cauhri’s similar-to-human build also gives them the same average length). He has a rather muscular complexity, but not overly so.
His clothing is usually made from black cloth and tailored in a way that it’s easy to move in. The most recognizable point is the grey-white scarf he usually wears along with it, and a brown belt from where he hangs his scabbard. This is subject to change if he were to enter warmer climates. He wears a rather simple looking golden necklace with a ruby in the center, his only memento from his mother.

• Affinity: He has a short prayer for every benevolent god, Though he has a slight distrust for Elios because of his failure providing a normal life for his sister, and because his prayers towards him regarding this seemingly went unheard.
• Special ability: Adept swordsmanship: he hasn’t reached the same skill his father once had. But Ashur is a well-trained swordsman with a great amount of potential still left untapped.
Starting weapon: Steel longsword

• Background:
Lothar Hadukar was an adventurer for a great amount of years. As he traveled he learned swordsmanship from the masters. He was taught by scholars bearing great knowledge on the workings of the world. But most importantly, he met the woman of his life in the village of Eriuir. Here he would settle down and be blessed with two beautiful children. Ashur, the elder brother was a pretty child with nothing truly crippling. The younger sister, Maluna, was not that fortunate however.

If it wasn’t bad enough that their mother would die when her daughter had barely reached the age of two, there was even more in store for this family.The younger sister was bedridden from the age of 4. A mysterious sickness paralyzed her legs and left her with chronic pains in several areas of her body. She could never be cured, but it was not lethal either. The chronic pains could be taken away by administering a very expensive medicine on a regular basis. Lothar wasn’t a man rich enough to afford that. But their life did take a turn for the better.

The empire’s local sword instructor, in charge of training new recruits in the area, had recently died from a cause unknown. It just so happened that the same day the chivalrous Lothar disarmed one of the empire’s trained men with a single well placed strike, after he saw him harassing a villager. Instead of any consequences for Lothar, the empire wished to enlist him as the new sword instructor. Lothar’s needs didn’t leave him much other choice than to accept this offer. The pay that came with it was rather generous for a lowly civilian of Zengar.

This of course caused a stigma to be burned deeply in the family’s name. They were now working with the empire. But it was for the best of them. The family could live happily with a daughter that didn’t have to suffer. The fate for the young Ashur had already been decided. Lothar had made a deal with the higher-ups to allow his son to take over his job when he was to retire. Therefore Ashur was taught the way of the sword at a young age. Lothar also home taught his son, utilizing the wisdom that was imparted to him on his travels. If his son could not follow in his footsteps, he wished to teach him whatever he could about the world himself.

But Lothar never reached retirement as he passed away when Ashur was barely eighteen. A powerful beast attacked Erluir with ferocity that hadn’t been seen in many years. Lothar ended up sacrificing his own life for that of the rest of the village.
By this time the young Ashur had picked up many of his skills. He was capable to teaching the local recruits how to reliably use a sword. But the empire exploited him. The days he had to work were too long and too many. His pay was barely enough to pay for both the medicine, bought from the empire itself, and the food they needed to survive. He was treated no better than any miner was.

The stigma on the family’s name would fade over time, as even in their own hard times Ashur would not lose heart. He helped out the village on multiple occasions when it was in need, fighting of beasts. But he also played with the children in the little free time he had. Eventually the distrust for the boy would wane.
But the burdens he had to carry did still weigh him down. His tired soul would every night look for a way out of this tyranny that the treacherous empire was forcing upon him ever since his father’s death.

One day, very close to the beginning of the adventure however, he had a free day. And what he happened to stumble across was a miracle. What he found was a small pond. The pond was hidden deep in the woods surprisingly close to the village Why it was never found before he did not know. But in this pond lived a small community of pixies. The pixies promised Ashur that their dust had the healing properties needed to alleviate the pain of the sister just as well as the medicine could.

What Ashur saw here was a chance. No, not a chance for more money as he didn’t need medicine anymore. With this, he was no longer dependent of the empire’s money and medicine. Maybe this was his chance. Could he really hope to start a rebellion in the small village of Eliuir? Were the people that called him friend willing enough to help him in this situation?

Name: Kron
Gender: Male
Race: Cauhri
Age: 21
Origin: Eriur
Personality:
His behaviour, on a first impression, seems similar to that of a wild predatory beast. He is aloof, rarely shows himself in front of crowds and can mostly be spotted at night, in the forest or on the outskirts of town. He seems to show little interest in honour and principles nor does he seem to care about pride and decorum.
Though he is an outsider to Cauhri culture and society he is still very much Cauhri in nature, those traits being the result of his life experience.
Affinity: (If applicable, use the list of pre-made Gods and deities or come up with your own (preferable). As always don't forget to add your deity to the Gods thread.)
Nullomancer: Yes
Special ability :
He is a skilled hunter and is profficient in stealth in nature. He also has ample experience in the use of a number weapons having used knives, daggers, spears and wrestled animals barehanded.
His most distinctive trait is perhaps his fast, practical and ruthless hand to hand combat style.

He is capable to communicate with a variety of animals with growls, movements and facial expressions.

He has rudimentary knowledge of herbal medicine.
Other:
Appearance :
He is tall, muscular and lean. He has very messy black hair half way down his back, some of which is tied in bunches with shreds of pale, reddish brown cloth. His partial beard is of an inch in length.
His skins harbors many scars, mostly bite and claw marks but also a few burns and marks of blade cuts and stabs.
Background :
Born in a very ordinary family of Eriur, he was blessed with relatively balanced and loving parents, living in the furthest houses from the center of the village. His father, though not an influential figure in the village, was a proficient hunter and fighter and a passionate savant for nature and as passionate a learner he was, as passionate a teacher he was. His mother as he remembers her, was a calm and gentle person.
For harboring and caring after a man he and his father found lying, wounded, in the forest who turned out to be a fugitive from the Empire both his parents were summarily executed on the town square.
Spared as an act of mercy, he was left alone, in the empty house, anyone in the village being afraid of attracting the Empire's attention stirred clear from him. The image of a child biting off the raw flesh of dead birds and rats was enough to drive them further away.
His hiding in the shadows and hunting at nights made his presence increasingly eerie to the villagers. Being spotted dragging the corpse of a wolf larger than him, its head under his arm, back to the village at night was what owned him his reputation as a monster.
Called an evil spirits by a few, he was a story parents told their children to keep them from wandering off at night.
As he grew, his reputation as a monster started fading slowly as a handful of random encounters with villagers cleared him of this assumptions, but he remained seen as both an outcast irreverent to the ways of his own people and an ill omen.

Heres a pic for reference: http://alchemlist.bloomtimes.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Snow-Leopard-HD-desktop-wallpaper-Widescreen-Fullscreen.jpg

My mother died when I was very young. I was raised since then by my father and the women of the village. My father was the chief of our village; he was considered the strongest and the best of our men. He protected us from the Xelith Empires soldiers and brought in extra money for the village, there were even rumors that he had the long lost ability to talk to animals. He was considered the strongest because he was the only Selkie capable of working in the crystal mines. He was a master archer and taught me everything I now know.

When I was 15, there was a collapse in the mine and my father was trapped. The Selkie villagers joined the Eriuir villagers in trying to dig him out but by the time they did, he was already dead. They called it an accident but I think differently. How could it be that when the mine collapsed there was only my father in there? My hatred for the Xelith Empire, who owned the mine, started that day.

After my fathers death, I made contact with the village Shaman. For 4 years I have sneaked into the village to take lessons from her so that one day I will become a Shaman myself. While studying under her I discovered my ability to listen and communicate with all animals, much like my father had.

A new chief was chosen from the men, but I will follow in my fathers footsteps and protect my village in anyway I can.

Ashur is known by many as a young man of virtue. A man well-mannered and helpful in spite of the burdens he carries. The young ones tend to call him “big brother Ashur” because he’s the one they turn to if they run into any problems. He feels the need to take care of those in need of help because of his own background. He is unable to ignore the misery of others, and despises situations where he’d be powerless to offer at least a little help. He’s very headstrong, once he has chosen a path and finishes it in an unwavering manner. He is not afraid to take up arms and kill a man if he is convinced this is for the better.

However, the man is not perfect. He still carries around worries and uncertainties,causing him to be rather silent and absent when not directly engaged with another activity. He has a reliance on the kind words and smiles of others to keep him going. He has a dire need of acceptance and friendship. When feeling these he does truly lighten up. He can also get truly fierce when those he cares for are threatened or insulted. He also hates being distrusted, and can get rather irritated when it happens. He is curious when he witnesses something he has never seen before, usually involving mythical creatures. This, however, also brings a certain lack of caution, that could seriously bring him in trouble.

In the end, he will believe in their victory. No man shall be left behind. They shall stand together, one by one. The courageous Ashur believes that they can truly make a difference in this fight with their newfound powers. By the benevolent gods, the beastmasters of Xelith shall learn the power of Zengar and its nullomancers!

Ashur’s ash-grey Cauhri skin is slightly paler than average. His raven-black hair rests on his shoulders and it’s reach is just a little shorter than his middle back. His eye color is the standard green and usually look at people in a kind manner.
He stands taller than the average Cauhri at about 1.86 in meters. (Assumed that Cauhri’s similar-to-human build also gives them the same average length). He has a rather muscular complexity, but not overly so.
His clothing is usually made from black cloth and tailored in a way that it’s easy to move in. The most recognizable point is the grey-white scarf he usually wears along with it, and a brown belt from where he hangs his scabbard. This is subject to change if he were to enter warmer climates. He wears a rather simple looking golden necklace with a ruby in the center, his only memento from his mother.

Lothar Hadukar was an adventurer for a great amount of years. As he traveled he learned swordsmanship from the masters. He was taught by scholars bearing great knowledge on the workings of the world. But most importantly, he met the woman of his life in the village of Eriuir. Here he would settle down and be blessed with two beautiful children. Ashur, the elder brother was a pretty child with nothing truly crippling. The younger sister, Maluna, was not that fortunate however.

If it wasn’t bad enough that their mother would die when her daughter had barely reached the age of two, there was even more in store for this family.The younger sister was bedridden from the age of 4. A mysterious sickness paralyzed her legs and left her with chronic pains in several areas of her body. She could never be cured, but it was not lethal either. The chronic pains could be taken away by administering a very expensive medicine on a regular basis. Lothar wasn’t a man rich enough to afford that. But their life did take a turn for the better.

The empire’s local sword instructor, in charge of training new recruits in the area, had recently died from a cause unknown. It just so happened that the same day the chivalrous Lothar disarmed one of the empire’s trained men with a single well placed strike, after he saw him harassing a villager. Instead of any consequences for Lothar, the empire wished to enlist him as the new sword instructor. Lothar’s needs didn’t leave him much other choice than to accept this offer. The pay that came with it was rather generous for a lowly civilian of Zengar.

This of course caused a stigma to be burned deeply in the family’s name. They were now working with the empire. They were called traitors, to be spat upon by the other oppressed villagers.But it was for the best of them. The family could live happily with a daughter that didn’t have to suffer. The empire was their only way to survive at this moment. The fate for the young Ashur had already been decided. Lothar had made a deal with the higher-ups to allow his son to take over his job when he was to retire. Therefore Ashur was taught the way of the sword at a young age. Lothar also home taught his son, utilizing the wisdom that was imparted to him on his travels. If his son could not follow in his footsteps, he wished to teach him whatever he could about the world himself.

But Lothar never reached retirement as he passed away when Ashur was barely eighteen. A powerful beast attacked Erluir with ferocity that hadn’t been seen in many years. Lothar ended up sacrificing his own life for that of the rest of the village.
By this time the young Ashur had picked up many of his skills. He was capable to teaching the local recruits how to reliably use a sword. But the empire exploited him. The days he had to work were too long and too many. His pay was barely enough to pay for both the medicine, bought from the empire itself, and the food they needed to survive. He was treated no better than any miner was.

The stigma on the family’s name would fade over time, as even in their own hard times Ashur would not lose heart. He helped out the village on multiple occasions when it was in need, fighting of beasts. But he also played with the children in the little free time he had. Eventually the distrust for the boy would wane. Ashur also threw away any hard feelings he may have had for the villagers, he was a victim of the empire's exploits as much as they were now.
But the burdens he had to carry did still weigh him down. His tired soul would every night look for a way out of this tyranny that the treacherous empire was forcing upon him ever since his father’s death.

One day, very close to the beginning of the adventure however, he had a free day. And what he happened to stumble across was a miracle. What he found was a small pond. The pond was hidden deep in the woods surprisingly close to the village Why it was never found before he did not know. But in this pond lived a small community of pixies. The pixies promised Ashur that their dust had the healing properties needed to alleviate the pain of the sister just as well as the medicine could.

What Ashur saw here was a chance. No, not a chance for more money as he didn’t need medicine anymore. With this, he was no longer dependent of the empire’s money and medicine. Maybe this was his chance. Could he really hope to start a rebellion in the small village of Eliuir? Were the people that called him friend willing enough to help him in this situation?

His behaviour, on a first impression, seems similar to that of a wild predatory beast. He is aloof, rarely shows himself in front of crowds and can mostly be spotted at night, in the forest or on the outskirts of town. He seems to show little interest in honour and principles nor does he seem to care about pride and decorum.
Though he is an outsider to Cauhri culture and society he is still very much Cauhri in nature, those traits being the result of his life experience.

Born in a very ordinary family of Eriur, he was blessed with relatively balanced and loving parents, living in the furthest houses from the center of the village. His father, though not an influential figure in the village, was a proficient hunter and fighter and a passionate savant for nature and as passionate a learner he was, as passionate a teacher he was. His mother as he remembers her, was a calm and gentle person.
For harboring and caring after a man he and his father found lying, wounded, in the forest who turned out to be a fugitive from the Empire both his parents were summarily executed on the town square.
Spared as an act of mercy, he was left alone, in the empty house, anyone in the village being afraid of attracting the Empire's attention stirred clear from him. The image of a child biting off the raw flesh of dead birds and rats was enough to drive them further away.
His hiding in the shadows and hunting at nights made his presence increasingly eerie to the villagers. Being spotted dragging the corpse of a wolf larger than him, its head under his arm, back to the village at night was what owned him his reputation as a monster.
Called an evil spirits by a few, he was a story parents told their children to keep them from wandering off at night.
As he grew, his reputation as a monster started fading slowly as a handful of random encounters with villagers cleared him of this assumptions, but he remained seen as both an outcast irreverent to the ways of his own people and an ill omen.

Generally easy going, tends to like making light of serious situations. Enjoys using sarcasm and easing tension, usually through nonsensical comments. Generally doesn't go out of his way to cause issues, but might go out of his way to make a point.
Despite being laid back for the most part, he isn't exactly sociable to anyone he hasn't known for a while or is stuck hanging around. Even then it sometimes takes a bit of time, mostly due to just not liking people in general while also not wanting people to know more than necessary about him.
He would however try his hardest to help anyone he is traveling with, actual friend or otherwise in any group he's in, if only because the amount of danger in the world is far less worth dealing with than an annoying mouth. While he's never known what it meant or if there was a point, he's followed the "advice" of his necklace and chooses to pray to Kitanar over all other Gods.

Found roaming near the capital as a child, he was picked up by a couple leaving the capital, on their way back to a somewhat distant village on one of the peninsula. Originally only picking him up to avoid leaving a child roaming alone in the world, the woman of the two eventually convinced the man to take him in. The two then began raising him as their own.
Growing up fairly normally, he just did what he could as he had to trying to repay his adoptive parents kindness over the years.
While he had never known much about it, the necklace he had made him grow up praying to whoever the hell Kitanar was. It did manage to pay off a few times, so he figured there was some use to it at the least, and as such fully trusted in "Kitanar". After reaching adulthood, he decided joining the military was likely the easier way to get a steady meal and pay, and so he did.

He is bland, boring, and plain. You wouldn't look at him twice, which is the entire purpose of his appearance.
His body is the one you would find in a man used to run – for his life most of the time. He is agile and swift, but not strong (nor strong looking).
His clear blue eyes, in contrast to his black hair, always make him looks down to avoid bringing attention to his face.
He always manages to wear clothes that fit. Meaning that in presence of an upper-class group of people, he will look like a server, a disposable guy and in front of a group of thieves, he will look poor, sick, unworthy of attention.

He lives by two rules:

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His survival first, highly influenced by his background.

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The principle of fair exchange (if you give him something, he will give you back something of equal value, always.), this is due to his relations with Tristers.

Because of, or thanks to, his first rule, he never trusts or grows attached to anyone, preferring to shut his mouth and listen rather than complaining or voicing his opinion.
Also, he is intelligent. He thinks and acts the same way a scholar will in front of a complex problem, drawing conclusion and always acting upon weighing down the consequences of his action. But instead of being frozen in fear when something unexpected happen, he will use his critical, and fast, thinking to get out of the way.

Everything, including his memory, his path and his personality, begun on that fateful day. He was around 10 years old, and his sister, older by 3 years, was getting raped by his father for the 67th time. What changed that day?  He wasn’t sure, and never will be. Was it due to the fact that she wasn’t making any sound? The previous times, she was always screaming, defending herself. Then, as time passed, she only cried. But she never had this reaction, or rather this lack of reaction. She had given up, and he snapped because of that.
Or maybe was it because he knew what would come after, the beating, the humiliation. Again.
Or, maybe it was this new thought, new idea. That his life was unfair, too unfair.

So he killed him. Using a crowbar he found nearby and strangling him. Then he looked at his sister, and will always remember her dead eyes, not even wondering why her father had stopped. He looked at her, and killed her too. You can’t blame him for that, I mean, how could he provide protection for him and his sister? How could he provide food? He didn’t even know how he would survive, and he had too, his father at least taught him that.
Then began his transformation. At first, he only stole what he needed to stay alive, contenting himself with sleeping outside, even during rainy days. One day he got caught, and beaten so badly that he swore to learn how to defend himself.
Too much time passed without him talking to anyone, and eventually, he forgot his name.
After those first years where he honed his survival and combat skills, he discovered other kids going to school, talking, smiling, reading. Inevitably, he was drawn to them, and being who he was, he began stealing their books and pens.
He learned by himself, and loved that, so much that he went from stealing everything he could to choosing the books he wanted.
His intellect allowed him to go from the grade school books to very complex mathematics and philosophic ones.
Today, he has a house full of deadly traps, in the outskirts, just before the slums. He survives, alone, as it is inscribed in his deepest instincts.

The Ja'Akkul aren't an ancient race nor did they come to be as recently as the Selkie race. They dwell in the southern mountains  of Weyrns and are a peaceful race of very large and powerful beings who resemble the Cauhri in body structure but are quite a bit larger and have rocky skin. They are not known throughout the world as there are so few of them and are secluded from the rest of the world. The Imperials  are aware of this race but leave them be as they are so few of the of the race compared to the rest of the world and are peaceful and non rebellious. They were also forbidden by the Imperials to ever leave the mountains, going to the mainlands was strictly prohibited.
Many years ago, before the time of Kaladin. The imperials had a small garrison set up near Ballaeter. The troops would oversee the Ja'Akkul villages for a short period of time for any signs of threat. One of the troops by the name of Ithino, was very intrigued by the people of the foreign race. At the same time, a young woman, Selera, from the town Ballaeter was equally intrigued by the Imperials, and one in particular, Ithino. The Ja'Akkul were very strict when it came to love and having any such relations with another race was strictly prohibited. Such relationships never occurred, (AND THEN EVERYTHING CHANGED WHEN THE FIRE NATION ATTACKED! Lol joke) until a certain day. Selera would often sneak out of her house and Ithino would go patrol at night and they would often talk, talk about anything and everything. Selera was falling in love with Ithino, and Ithino was falling for Selera too. ..
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Kaladin had a rough childhood, being a half Cauhri and having the appearance he did, he was an outcast within the town. He had a mother who cared and loved him how a mother should, but she died when he was 7 from a rare illness. Kaladin had never known or met his father, he knew nothing about his father other than the fact that he was a Cauhri, and an Imperial. He knew this was the reason the people of the town hated him and why he was smaller and looked different to the others. Kaladin spent most of his time in the wild, in the mountains close to the flat lands. He would often venture there, and train with his sword and spear, fighting wild beasts and having many near death experiences, especially in the mountains where the weather was very very harsh.
One day Kaladin ventured too far into the main lands away from the mountains, knowing this was prohibited, but rarely ever caring as he was always curious, always wanting to explore and learn more about the world. He stumbled upon a small town of Cauhri people  and was fascinated by them. They saw how he resembled them in appearance more than his OWN people, not counting the times when he hardened his skin. After that day Kaladin often went back to the small town, and going further in to see what else the world held. That was, until, he was caught by the imperials. They outnumbered and him and ambushed him one day and took him back to the north of the island. Which was where the main population of the island had lived, including the Imperials.
He was tortured and chained for weeks and weeks, and once day put in a ship which set sail for Zengar. It was in Zengar where he became a slave, doing manual  labour every day. They made use of his immense strength and size to mine caves, often traveling from mine to mine.
It was after many months when Kaladin snapped, he had enough, enough of mining, enough of the torture and enough of the Imperial scum. He grew tired and angry, and rage boiled up inside of him as he mined, so much rage that he lost himself for a minute and broke out of his shackles, his skin growing much harder than ever before, shattering the chains, while shaking the ground beneath him. The ground continued to shake and shift until the cave started to fall in on itself. The imperials put to watch him were quickly knocked out by the falling stones and one he took out himself with a punch that instantly killed the man. The cave he was working in had all entrances blocked off by the rocks falling and he was the only remaining alive in the mine. He saw another entrance, from the back, one that had not been there before the cave was falling apart. He took the opportunity and ran towards it, although it was blocked off, Kaladin was still in a state of rage and ran with a fist that carried all his rage and anger from the past months. His fist connected with the rocks in his way, with so much strength he shattered the rocks standing in his way to freedom and his entire fist broke though blowing away the rocks into smithereens. That was the day Kaladin was a slave no more, or so he thought, and he ran.
 
It wasn't long until Kaladin was captured again, he headed north and underestimated the size of the continent he was on, it was nothing like Weyrns, it was obviously MUCH larger  and the weather was considerably warmer, or at least where Kaladin was right now. The Imperials found him early into the following day of his escape, he had tried resisting, but there were too many of them, and within them there was an exceptionally strong one who used powers he had never seen or even heard of and was quickly over powered and captured again. Kaladin was taken North, with the company of 2 Imperials  that had certain powers and a dozen normal Imperials. It was easy to differentiate between the ones with powers and the ones without,the ones with powers, which Kaladin had come to learn were called Nullomancers, had a different air about them, Kaladin knew resisting with Nullomancers around would be useless, they easily overpowered him, his powers, which weren't that strong or practiced to begin with, were no match for Nullomancers.
Kaladin was taken North to a place called Sayrn. The journey to Sayrn seemed to take an age. He was then shortly sold to a noble house by the name of Lainath. House Lainath was a big house and obviously had a lot of influence in Sayrn. Kaladin would be useless to resist his fate here, he was powerless against the Nullomancers and so he did nothing. He became the servant of the house and waited, waited to see what next fate had in store for him.