Veyhar Telkai

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Veyhar Telkai
Vay-Harr Tell-Ki
Created by Simon Clark
Information
Gender Male
Occupation Soldier
Affiliation The Grey Tower

Veyhar Telkai is a Soldier of the Grey Tower.

Description

Veyhar is of a tall build, muscled and axe handle across the shoulders. For his age he is a big guy but appearances can be deceiving. He is known to be extremely cunning and sly at the best of times, never letting on to much while letting the other person think they know the full story. His good sense of humour is usually belied by his quiet and unbecoming attitude however. Light blue eyes give him a cold disposition and his dark brown hair which is very nearly always a mess gives him the look of a ruffian. Hardships in his life have given Veyhar an overall cynical and narcissistic outlook on life and is quick to make decisions which in turn has benefited and played to his disadvantage over his life. A distinguishing feature of Veyhar's is the Bolas he keeps wrapped around his shoulders like a coil of rope, also a black leather cuirass adourns him wherever he goes...even under his uniform.

Biography

"Wilders...thats what they call them. Wilders..." He kept rolling the word around in his head over and over again as he walked, half limped his way up to the gates of the Grey Tower. His journey had been long and ardous full of dangers and conflict but he had finally made it. "So this is the Grey Tower.." he grunted as he raised his fist to bang on the doors. Bang! Bang!...He remembered his exodus vividly.....Bang! The Dragon had just taken Illian, or so the stories, the more reliable ones had said. Veyhar was only a lowly mercenary in the unforgiving wilderness somewhere between Cairhien and Andor. His previous employer fell only a week back to a brigand assault while Veyhar was scouting the area...some mercenary he was turning out to be...but it did have an upside he was now a free man again and could search out work again, even though it was becoming increasingly more difficult to find due to the Dragons stranglehold on Tear, Andor and now Illian it seemed. Three major Countries had fallen to the Dragon Reborn and Veyhar was turning it over in his mind to maybe just joining up with his armies. At the young age of 19 Veyhar was still just coming into his own. His unshaven face and ragged worn out clothes gave him the appearance of a beggar, or maybe footpad but he didnt care the world was spiralling out of control around him and the least of his worries were his clothes, his immediate concern were the two men that were on the road about 100 yards in front of him just standing there waiting for him to pass. "Light, more brigands! this doesn't look good.." he thought worry showing on his face. He had to outsmart them somehow he couldnt afford to face them 2 on 1 yet...regrettably his swordmanship was not as great as he would like to say it is, however his work with a relatively obscure weapon, the bolas was as good as he said it was. Veering of the road into light scrub Veyhar unwound the bolas from his shoulder. 2 medium weight iron balls attached to eachother by a lightweight chain with tiny spikes and notches cut into it for grip and capture. The men had started moving, they knew something was up and wasnt about to let this opputunity go to waste. Veyhar hid himself well behind a bush and waited for the two men to go come into sight. Just as he had thought they would do they split up and closed in on his hiding place. With a shout he lept up swinging the lethal bolas in his hand and let them fly into the first man. His face barely had time to registar the fact that two iron balls with flying towards him. The bolas hit the man around the neck, wrapping around his neck cutting into his tendons. He dropped almost instantly. A sudden hand on his shoulder cut Veyhars jubilation to a stop, the other man had cut his path and now his steel hunger driven strength had a unbreakable hold on his shoulder. Wincing in pain Veyhar tried to wrench himself free but the man simply knocked him out with a blow to the side off the head. Darkness consumed him. Coming to, Veyhar realised he had been out for nearly 3 hours, the sun was setting and he had no idea where he was, panic was setting in and below the surface shame peppered him. "I'm meant to be a bloody mercenary!" "Ah your awake you wee devil, you may have gotten my companion but have no fear I wont drop as easy as he did hahahaha!" The mans voice was reedy and drawn out. His gaunt face had not only the look of hunger in it but the unmistakeble light of madness in it. "Light he going to eat me! ive got to escape!" panic was definately setting in now, the man advanced on his bound form with a rusty cruel looking knife in his hand. "Blood and ashes, leave me alone!" screamed Veyhar frantically. Working his arms, trying to slip his captors manacles. "Back off! leave fiend! Leave me ALONE!!!" Veyhar reached toward a light in the corner of his eyes and snatched at it. Like a kick to the head his vision became blurred and then snapped back into focus, it was sharper than before his sense of smell was acute and his hearing was prescise. He wanted nothing more than for this man to be consumed by fire, the flames licking his face as he burned in agony and it happened. The raging torrent of fire that ran through his head took a life of its own as a column of fire burst up underneath the man. His face twisting in a rictus of pain was replaced by the acrid stench of burning flesh. He dropped the knife and ran from the cave only to be shot by two arrows. Veyhar lost consciousnous again. When he came too again, Veyhar feigned unconsciousnous until he could gain his wits. Opening his eyes slightly he heard a deep voice say "You can stop pretending boy, your safe here." Veyhar got up slowly, his head was a bit sore and his memory was a shambles. taking in his surroundings Veyhar found that his rescuers were 3 three men ranging from about 35 to 50 he thought. "How did you know I was awake..." he asked slurring his words a little. He gave a groan and held his head. "Your breathing changes rhythm when you are awake than when you are asleep" a man said as he sat a plate of food next to him. "You certainly did a number on your friend back there son...what did you do to consume him in fire...I couldn't work that one out." he asked cocking an eyebrow slightly. Veyhar shrugged " I'm not sure and I dont really care, whatever happened stopped me from becoming food for that insane man... who are you guys?" The men looked at eachother and one at a time replied, the man that had brought him the food said "The names Kain, we are mercenaries travelling to Andor, we hear theres a place where one can train to become a Gaidin without becoming ensnared in the White Towers games... that Lloyd" he pointed at the man who had spoken to him first exposing his feint "and thats Brady." Brady was sharpening his sword on his stone silently. "My name is Veyhar, im a merc..." Veyhar paused, these men were real mercenaries, in front of them he would look foolish. Instead he settled with "Im a traveller also on my way to Andor. If its not too much trouble could I accompany you? I wont be dead weight I promise." The men looked at eachother then Brady through the whisk whisk of the stone on his blade said "You can, but we are not going straight to the Grey Tower, we are taking a detour of sorts and it will take a few years...where we go you will not know and you will not ask. You WILL do as you are told when you are told. I cannot stress that enough. Can you weild a sword?" Veyhar snapped out of his reverie, this Brady wasn't as he seemed. He was not a common mercenary. "Not with any skill, but I am skilled in the bolas." seeing Kain raise an eyebrow Veyhar hefted the heavy weapons, The men must have retrieved them from the brigands corpse, and started to swing them round and round. pointing at the small tree about 30 yards from them Veyhar let go of the lethal weapon and seconds later the tree near snapped in two with a loud crack. "Impressive young'un, thats a fine weapon you have there..." he said flourishing a knife and making it disappear up his sleeve. "We three will give you lessons in our weapons also. We move." The next 3 years of Veyhars life seemed like a lifetime, constantly on the move, they wandered north towards the Blight, fighting small groups of Trollocs that had broken off their fist to scavange more food. Westward the walked almost to the ocean then South again. Brigands were plentiful as they got closer to Tarabon, then like they were never their, there were none. The Seanchan had been keeping order very well...they made an effort to avoid Seanchan like a plague though. In Arad Doman they got some horses to make the journey more bearable and all the while this oddessey, the men trained Veyhar in the Sword, knife and Bow as it turned out Lloyd was a master bowman and tried to expell his knowledge onto Veyhar but to his frustration Veyhar never got more than capable with it. Brady and his sword training went only a little better. Many nights he had to sit bandaging and cleaning cuts on his body due to carelessness. Not surprising though, Veyhar was a keen student in the art of the knife. He was nearly as good as Kain at flourishing his knives and making them find there target with only a flick of the wrist. As they entered Amadicia Veyhar began feeling uneasy. On there journey they had seen signs the pattern was weakening. People walking in the distance and then nary a trace of them having ever been there. Unnerving as that was, it was nothing like what Amadicia made Veyhar feel. His companions felt it too. Brady had his hand on his hilt constantly, Kain subconsciously made his knives appear and disappear every few minutes and Llyod always had a arrow knocked in his bow. By now the men always took notice of what Veyhar said, he had developed an uncanny sense to know when they were going to be attacked. So far it hadn't failed. " Guys, something isnt right here, we are being watched and something smells like...death." Brady looked at him and scanned the area. The wind rustled the trees around them giving an eerie feel to the area "look." Lloyd's keen eyes flitted toward the distance in the trees a dark shadow was standing there watching them silently. Veyhar felt uneasy when he looked at it but fought it down. I was only until the last second that he noticed the man making his way toward Brady with a knife in his hand. A Grayman. Veyhar lunged for him but the Grayman was too quick. he plunged the knife up to the hilt in between Bradys shoulderblades. He winced and dropped while Veyhar slit the assassains throat and stabbed him through the heart. "Light, Brady come too man!" he said to Brady frantically. Eyes flicking to the knife the Grayman had held he saw it was covered in some viscous blueish fluid. "gah poison.." The other men looked uneasy, never had something this unprovoked happened to them. There eyes flicked towards Brady and then to the trees to the Dark stranger. It lifted its arm towards the other two men and out of nowhere a bolt of white light shot from it. Eyes widening in horror Kain and Lloyd ...reversed... in colour and departiclisedinto nothingness. Wasting no time Veyhar had the bolas whirring in the air flying towards the stranger in the trees, what looked like a hesitation it stepped back and turned to flee but the bolas caught his legs and tripped him. It turned and watched a young man advance on itself, full of hate and cold rage. Veyhar had lost all sight of logic and reasoning something had snapped in him at the point he saw his three friends die within seconds of eachother. That familiar light that he saw in the corner of his eyes that fateful day that had changed his life forever was there again. Reaching for it blindly he forced that torrent of raging fire into a net of fire and threw it on top of the hooded killer. Screaming in pain at the hot fire of the net searing his flesh Veyhar could only make out one sentence before he gripped his hand shut and imploded the net upon the killer dicing him into pieces. "Your a wilder!" And so Veyhar made his way to the Grey Tower, making a bee line for it, ignoring everything else in his path. To find out what had been after him and why he would first need the training to control this power "saidin". He shivered, he didnt want to go mad and destroy things around him like all the other male Aes Sedai in the Age of Legends. He just didnt have enough information. "Wilders...thats what they call them. Wilders..." He kept rolling the word around in his head over and over again as he walked, half limped his way up to the gates of the Grey Tower. His journey had been long and ardous full of dangers and conflict but he had finally made it. "So this is the Grey Tower.." he grunted as he raised his fist to bang on the doors. Bang! Bang! Bang!

Career History

  • Soldier