Personality: Charming and optimistic to a fault. If there's a horrible situation than you can guarantee that Bekant will be there to point out the positives! But fret not, even on the infinitesimally small chance that he can't find that silver lining than he'll just make one! For instance, while the rest of his enslaved brothers and sisters gave into the sinful act of sloth by complaining that they hadn't eaten for days, Bekant would spend his spare time in the Feudalist slave pits thanking the Great Sherpas for the opportunity to lose weight and gain even more appreciation for the mental nourishment provided by the divine.
Bio: "ya got the what we discussed, father?" a scar-faced man said with a sarcastic tone, addressing a man wearing a tattered and clearly hand-stitched robe that could barely be perceived as a poor imitation of clergy attire. The one wearing the drab outfit merely shook his head in disappointment and begun a long winded speech using a bored tone that implied this wasn't the first time he said this. "I do not wish to court with the sin of impatience, however I feel compelled to inform you, yet again, that I am only a mere acolyte. I have yet to take the ritual to truly ascend within the divine ranks of the Great Sherpas because of our... unsavory position". The scar-faced man scoffed and spat a glob of black bile at the man's feet "Ya mean cause were slaves?" he put extra empathize on the word slave. The robed man simply ignored him and continued with his talk "Though sinful to admit, I do indulge myself in the worldly temptation of pride whenever someone refers to me using such a prestigious title! However, letting you continue without further correction would be nothing less than blasphemous, so I must insi-" the shady man interrupted the speech by dropping a bundle of parchment paper on the floor and repeating his question "Ya got what we discussed, Sparsam?". The robe frowned, upset by being cut off, but replied with a wide smile anyway "It's hidden underneath the floorboards near the communal living quarters."
The scar-faced man nodded and left, but not before flipping off the robe and saying with a pissed off voice "No matter how many times you call the slave pits that, it won't change dick.". Bekant looked on silently until the the other man turned a corner and disappeared from sight. "That is a lost soul indeed." he said as he kneeled down to pick up the dirty parchment paper off the floor. "After I am done writing in my holy journal today I will pray for him to find his way into the warm embrace of the Great Sherpas!" he promised to himself. After returning to his portion of the communal living quarters, not the negative word that the sinful man used, he grabbed his holy journal and begun to write. Chapter 111: Memories of a True Believer.
Though it may be shocking for my humble flock to hear, I owe my enlightenment of the true gods to a small rural township that calls themselves "Ikeans". Yes, I too wish this to be a falsehood, but I am bound by the Great Sherpas to never let a lie pass my lips. It was in this backwards town that I was blessed to be born to two true believers that instilled the values of the Great Sherpas within me from a young age using intense training that unbelievers might have classified as abuse. But it was anything but, for through these teachings bestowed upon me, my eyes were finally opened to the truth. For you see, I started to have visions of the future that showed me the Sherpa's plan for their many children throughout that village. I know disbelievers require proof to be properly converted, so I shall tell you 3 visions at random, hear me and know them true.
Svari Gynnsam, that one was given a sad path to travel. He was blessed by the Sherpa's with the gift of physical strength. I remember this for even as a lad he was as strong as a bear and fast as a fox. However, no amount of strength can oppose the holy plans of the Great Sherpas. As I was being beaten with a rod to learn the lessons of pain, I suddenly was transported from the halls of my parent's home to a snowy field. This was my first vision so I had no clue as to what was happening, but I instinctively knew that I was to watch, and watched I did. I saw Laika, a maiden who was promised to Svari, being slain by vicious beasts that walked on four legs. I saw as Svari fought valiantly against the Sherpa's destiny, only to be given a scar across his face for his foolishness. After that, my vision ended and I was returned to my lesson. I asked an elder a few days later and they confirmed that what I saw had indeed happened. That's when I knew I was blessed!
Kavalkad Tjena, that one had a slothful path to walk. I remember walking the snowy plains without furs as a way to train my mental fortitude to better commune with the gods. It was just as my fingers were growing numb that I had my second vision. This one was in a hut with a warm fire blazing nearby, this was where I saw Kavalkad enjoying a meal before being interrupted by an elder with a grim expression. I could not hear his words, but whatever he said had caused the poor boy to cry. It wasn't until a week later did I learned that his father had died while outside the town.
Finally, Kort Glostad. He walked a special path. It was when I was re-reading the great Sherpa's holy book for the tenth time that day when I had my third and last vision. This one was special as I was shown multiple spaces, the first was of the boy's mother crying as the elder pointed at him then pointed towards the north, towards the glory that is the Feudalist. Then I was taken to a field where an elder was watching the boy lead the other children in games and activities. Then I was whisked away to see the towns clergy men teaching him the Sherpa's words. Lastly, I was shown him shaking the hand of an elder. Two weeks later that vision came true. However, Just as I learned that Kort was to be one of the town's leaders, I was dragged out into the empty pastures outside our town towards the north and was informed by my parents that I was to be sold to the feudalists as an indentured servant because they believed my lessons were not progressing as fast as they should.
The rest is history, I've spent so many years with the Feudalists as of now and have finally paid off my labor debt! I will be a free citizen tomorrow and finally allowed to leave and spread the holy word. Soon I will be a father as that lost man said. Oh, that reminds me, I shall now stop writing to pray that the Sherpas show him guidance. Praise be to the Great Sherpas!
Role: Follower
Weapons: A rusty carving knife and the holy texts.
Equipment: Bait to attract wildlife, a flimsy foldable tent, and small sum of currency.
Appearance: Bekant stands at 5"10' and has a thin frame, not skin and bones mind you, but you'd have a challenge trying to see a single muscle on him. He has black hair and two different colored eyes, the left blue while the right is green. He has multiple healed scars on his back and arms. He normally has an unkempt look with messy hair and wears a ragtag robe that he made himself to symbolize his devotion. He has a symbol of the Sherpa's on a necklace that he wears even to bed.