Sechon is the spirit guide of the mortals. He looks kindly upon those whom strive to follow their path in life, keeping the weary from straying and giving hope and dreams to the young. He influences many, though most will never know of it. It is his strong belief that every mortal must choose his or her path to maintain any meaning to his or her existence. Always watching, he guides those whom are lost in their ways of life, helping them listen to their inner voice. Seek out your path and follow it, and his blessings will be yours.

Sechon

Spirit Guide

Sechon was once a young warrior full of pride and ambition. He set out each day to reach a bit further for what he wanted more than anything else - To find his ultimate path in life. After hearing tales of great warriors of the past, Sechon would always dream of having such a grand destiny. He could even seem to feel the pride of these heroes through their stories alone. Each time he heard one, his drive to become a legend grew more and more intense. Every day he trained in the arts of fighting, and became one of his guild's most adept warriors.

Often Sechon would disappear for months on end with a group of his fellow warriors. On one such expedition, they took leave inside a tavern on the outskirts of Ba'ul Naran. They had been hunting a tribe of ogres who were rumored to be controlling a demon, obviously planning some sort of attack against nearby civilizations. The group had heard rumors of the tribe from a watchman near N'wic, and immediately set off to put an end to it. After three days of traveling, they had found no sign of a demon. Normally, Sechon believed that drinking did nothing but dulled the senses. His fellows, on the other hand, rarely left town without a few bottles. Tonight however, Sechon took a seat next to them at the bar and ordered a mug of their finest ale. He drank it down before the keep could count the gold pieces he slid across the bar. One mug turn into three, and before long they found themselves escorted out of the bar. They were in such poor condition that they staggered into the bakery, ordered their largest room, and passed out flat on the floor. Good thing for them the baker was a good-hearted man. He called upon his son and a few nearby citizens and helped them up and to the inn.

Sechon found himself peering over the top of a large, icy cliff. What he saw was something more horrifying than any being from the depths of Akrel. In a small valley below him, an immense following of ogres were gathered. A strange chant echoed throughout the entire land. The ogres were preparing for something terrible. A large, scaled demon with three deadly sharp tusks stood in a pool of flames amid the ice, and around him the ogres stood, chanting in their native tongue. Even though he could not understand what they were saying, the evil could be felt emanating from them. Sechon was staring into the gathering in disbelief when he suddenly felt a hairy hand come down firmly onto each of his shoulders. Before he could draw his swords, the figure picked him and spun him around. Sechon stared directly into the face of a very enraged ogre. Behind him stood another five ogres, each more disgusting than the last. He tried to break free from the ogre's grasp, but the moment he began to twist free he saw the spear coming. One of the ogres launched a spear directly at him, and struck him in the side.

A searing pain awoke him from this nightmare with a start. He reached down to his side to find not a scratch. A bit shook up, he attempted to climb to his feet. Still very drunk, he hit the floor with a soft thump and crawled to his supplies. "This must be a sign from Phaet," he thought as he fumbled with his bags. After gathering himself, Sechon rose and headed for the door. Before leaving the room, he glanced at his friends and wished them well and promised he would return. They were fast asleep and heard not a word of it. Where he was going, he did not know. He had to stop those ogres and their demon before their deeds were done. As he headed for the gates, he decided that the Northern Icelands would be the best place to look. Maybe it was a wild guess, maybe he just knew, but he set out that night.

A few weeks later on a clear, crisp night, an ear-piercing shriek was heard throughout the northern lands. His fate was sealed. He saved not a single being from the demon's destruction; he was far too late. Sechon had tracked ogres and their demon to a cavern carved from solid ice, and there is where he fell. After hacking away at every last ogre there, none were left breathing. The demon, which had been grinning very oddly during the entire battle, now set his eyes upon Sechon. The two stood frozen, locked into each other's gaze. His belief that he had to destroy this demon was strong indeed, but he as a mortal was no match for this demon. Taking a deep breath, Sechon charged the mighty beast with every ounce of strength he could muster. The demon stared down at him and let out a low rumble. Flames leapt from its entire body and engulfed the brave warrior. Sechon screamed out in agony with his final breath. He never made it close enough to even take a swing at the beast. The gods saw his purity and the strength of his will, and thus granted his bruised soul immortality. For years Sechon mourned, for he could not bear to look upon his fellows. Holed away in a deep, dark cave he cried and howled in pain. He had deserted them, and never would he forgive himself. Much time passed between his defeat and when he finally emerged he made a vow to himself and to every mortal in the realm. Only then was his true path was visible to him.

Sechon is the spirit guide of the mortals. He looks kindly upon those whom strive to follow their path in life, keeping the weary from straying and giving hope and dreams to the young. He influences many, though most will never know of it. It is his strong belief that every mortal must choose his or her path to maintain any meaning to his or her existence. Always watching, he guides those whom are lost in their ways of life, helping them listen to their inner voice. Seek out your path and follow it, and his blessings will be yours.