# History ## Solaris, Sunscourge - God of Light and the Sun Born of Luxaris, Tenebris, and Pyraeon, Solaris represents the power of the Sun, and the warmth of Valakadyn. One of the Celestial Gods. ## Staff of the Fallen Cardinal ### Hjallborn Born 728CE. 22 Years old at the Battle of Sunfall. Growing up in a small town led to a fairly idyllic childhood- a tight knit group of friends, a home. His long time friend Clara became his lover, and soon they rose to a kind of mayoral position of the small town.  *^This happens right after Sunfall, when the village is mostly destroyed, and the elders of the village are killed in the war/battle/WME. The rebuild the town, help survivors, etc.* Clara’s ambition and drive led her to take care of her friends and neighbors well, and helped organize their food supply and rations better than it had been for a couple generations. Hjallborn helped folks with hard labor, that much he could do- he was a decent carpenter, he liked working with hands around town, but he lost himself in the work. The ever encroaching forces of Khomartum swallowing up the land didn’t help him leave the nest much, so he stayed. And stayed. And stayed. After people left to find better work in cities, he stayed. After Clara begged him to do something, anything about their crumbling marriage and despondent love life, he still stayed. She didn’t, and he threw himself deeper into hunting and building and fixing and tanning and fishing and anything other than deal with his feelings.  Drinking didn’t help, nor did any other substances he happened to find. Or trade for. Or scavenge for. It especially didn’t help when his drunken stupor made him too slow to react when the scavengers from the remains of the Supremacy came and turned his neighbors houses into craters. Eventually, he left, wandering the realm with no home to return to, naught but a cup in hand. When it emptied, he found those with pity in their hearts enough to refill it, and moved on. ==And then a funny little bird helped him with his empty cup, so he drank more, and more, and more. Seven years of more.== 7 years into his travels, never being in any town for longer than 5 months, he learned where Clara had moved to- Shostead. She had a successful business as a healer, was well respected in her community, and she got further on her own than she ever had with Hjallborn- not that she thought about him, why would she? Fuck, I bet she can’t even remember his stupid fucking name at this point. Given that he’s such a nobody, surely he could find out how she’s doing without her noticing. Just to check. Surely she wouldn’t remember the gigantic red ox man she had been married to for decades, now so haggard his shoes hardly stick to his feet staring through her shop windows. And surely she wouldn’t be horrified and tell him to never return. And surely this wouldn’t cause him to threaten everyone in a 3 mile radius that he would in fact kill himself, consume every possible  substance he could squeeze from his funny little bird’s gullet, and wake up in a pile of his own vomit three days later. Surely. For the first time in almost a decade, he had stayed in a location for a full year. Because now, the big red ox man had a goal- make Clara forget that he was a pathetic, shambling mess of a thing and that he was actually doing very well for himself. He promises! So he wrote her letters, and oh so kindly got his funny bird to let him send her magical messages, and stop by unannounced (how nonchalant!). Normally she didn’t respond, or just gave a quick “oh hi.” Clara’s a busy woman, she can’t drop what she’s doing- so it only makes sense to make up for these quick encounters in sheer quantity, just to let her know Hjallborn’s around. And doing very well- his beard even got trimmed a month ago. Until, preempting his bi-weekly 3:47 o’clock (a very normal time to walk around a business twice, counterclockwise) drop in, she sent a message. “WHATEVER YOU’RE DOING, DON’T. OR I’M GETTING THE GUARDS. LEAVE. ME. ALONE.” ==So, Hjallborn (calmly, politely), gathered a big pile of wood from a lazy lumber yard by the docks, big enough to burn tall, and hot, and big enough for his ailing body. He scrambled up it, and he grabbed his funny little bird and told him to make a spark for him. When his funny little bird said no, he grabbed his bird and tried to force a spark out, When even that didn’t work, he took his precious walking stick and slammed it against his knee until it splintered, cracked, and oozed flame onto the wood. They say that fire burned so hot the city had to replace the paving.== ==^ELLIOTT WHAT THE FUCK== ### The Clearing After Hjallborn’s fiery exit from this mortal coil, the Staff reformed in the Clearing where he had first found it, a great roaring flame destroying the pristine wood around it in a fireball as hot as the sun itself. After the flame died out, Gil was left alone, the Staff stuck in the ground. Out of reach of the treetops, he could not see out. The grass below blackened from his outbursts, nearly invisible runes disguising themselves as burn marks prevented the fire from burning the forest to the ground - a punishment from the spirit of Freyja for his trespasses against the Sacred Forest, and Nimloth itself. For nine years, he thrashed and raved against his fate, his mind slowly fading away as his memories of his time with Hjallborn were gradually erased. ### Sirius One day, a very strange Owlin wandered into his clearing. After convincing himself that the Owlin was real, he begged and pleaded for the figure to take him with him. He didn’t care where he was going, only that he was going. Another day in this clearing would’ve been an eternity. The Owlin, introducing himself as Sirius, quickly agreed, and the two became attuned to each other, tied together against their wills. Sirius brought Gil to Newbiggin with him, where Gil was a fucking problem. The professors hated him, the students thought he was hilarious (until he singed their clothing), and the headmasters couldn’t put their finger on why he existed. Since the Staff is dormant, and due to the nature of its creation, it does not give off the same magical aura as the rest of the Artifacts. In addition, due to the pyroclastic consequences of another creature touching the staff, it is nearly impossible to study. # Abilities ## Magic Items Ingested ### Gateway Ring ### Bearskin Cloak ### Cloak of Billowing ### Magic Detection Wand ### Emblem of Shadows