He first appeared during the times of the herding tribes - the times of the Brandishers.
The five moons, A'Nokra, the largest, Hakter, Marr, Etria, and the smallest Laern have passed through the dark blue star scattered night sky many a time, and the twin suns Ignisia and Fraern have rose and set a dozen times since the Goraisen tribe have settled in the Ice Blue Grasslands of the Mirk'Tum. The morns are becoming harsher as the Vih'tar advances into its mid term and the air is fogged as if with the smoke of the burning blue K'toh grass. In a morn such as this he arrived, the torches of the sentinels shone and gleamed in the fog as they kept watch while the rest of the tribe and the Muur Rav herd slumbered. At this early dawn Samiel Imersen comes to the entrance of his tent, soft steam rising out from within, he looks over his shoulder inside the tent for a moment and then steps out and places the leather back closing the tent. Samiel's tall stature now evident as he rises shows his broad shoulders on which hangs his thick black hair as he walks along approaching the sentinels, stopping at the water trough for a refresher. As he clears his dark beard of the water he notices a faint shadow just ahead of the sentinels approaching the encampment, Samiel sped up his pace to approach the sentinels that had now noticed the figure approaching and had their spears at the ready.
"Halt there stranger! Identify yourself." said one of the sentinels as the figure cleared now, out of the fog becoming a naked man.
"What manner of Brandishing be this?" asked the second sentinel amazed at the sight of the man that walked bare in such a cold Vih'tar morn, Samiel had reached the sentinels and spoke to the man-creature "What or who are you stranger?"
The stranger struck by this inquiry stopped his walk and focused his light gray eyes on Samiel, it pondered.
"Jah...Jahrr...Jah'Ran..." he stuttered.
"An odd name, I say. I am Samiel Imersen of the Gorai plains, and this be my tribe, the Goraisen. You are welcome, Jah'Ran, if harm is not what you seek, otherwise I bid you to leave us be. What do you seek?" responded Samiel in a harsh tone.
"Wel-come?" said Jah'Ran in a state of confusion bigger than before.
Samiel as wise as he was took notice of this confusion and took one of the sentinels' Muur leather cloaks and slowly went round Jah'Ran and placed it upon his shoulders.
"To keep you warm, my new friend." he said.
"Warm? ...Friend?" spoke softly Jah'Ran, still confused but acceptant of the generous new gift which he grabbed hold with both his hands.
The five moons, A'Nokra, the largest, Hakter, Marr, Etria, and the smallest Laern have passed through the dark blue star scattered night sky many a time, and the twin suns Ignisia and Fraern have rose and set a dozen times since the Goraisen tribe have settled in the Ice Blue Grasslands of the Mirk'Tum. The morns are becoming harsher as the Vih'tar advances into its mid term and the air is fogged as if with the smoke of the burning blue K'toh grass. In a morn such as this he arrived, the torches of the sentinels shone and gleamed in the fog as they kept watch while the rest of the tribe and the Muur Rav herd slumbered. At this early dawn Samiel Imersen comes to the entrance of his tent, soft steam rising out from within, he looks over his shoulder inside the tent for a moment and then steps out and places the leather back closing the tent. Samiel's tall stature now evident as he rises shows his broad shoulders on which hangs his thick black hair as he walks along approaching the sentinels, stopping at the water trough for a refresher. As he clears his dark beard of the water he notices a faint shadow just ahead of the sentinels approaching the encampment, Samiel sped up his pace to approach the sentinels that had now noticed the figure approaching and had their spears at the ready.
"Halt there stranger! Identify yourself." said one of the sentinels as the figure cleared now, out of the fog becoming a naked man.
"What manner of Brandishing be this?" asked the second sentinel amazed at the sight of the man that walked bare in such a cold Vih'tar morn, Samiel had reached the sentinels and spoke to the man-creature "What or who are you stranger?"
The stranger struck by this inquiry stopped his walk and focused his light gray eyes on Samiel, it pondered.
"Jah...Jahrr...Jah'Ran..." he stuttered.
"An odd name, I say. I am Samiel Imersen of the Gorai plains, and this be my tribe, the Goraisen. You are welcome, Jah'Ran, if harm is not what you seek, otherwise I bid you to leave us be. What do you seek?" responded Samiel in a harsh tone.
"Wel-come?" said Jah'Ran in a state of confusion bigger than before.
Samiel as wise as he was took notice of this confusion and took one of the sentinels' Muur leather cloaks and slowly went round Jah'Ran and placed it upon his shoulders.
"To keep you warm, my new friend." he said.
"Warm? ...Friend?" spoke softly Jah'Ran, still confused but acceptant of the generous new gift which he grabbed hold with both his hands.
