BORN: 14/1 1170 in Fridor

RACE: Moss'Ari

REALM: Channeling


HEIGHT: 200 cm





1170 Born

1186 Met Wilson

1189 Began cleaning the coast

1192 Started worldwide hunt

1192 Met Woodmaster

1196 Returned home

1196 Entered The Astral

1214 Met Sessy

1216 Came from The Astral

1220 Came to Remas

1226 Met Brucester and Lionel

1227 Founded The Solid Line

1233 Solid Line at The Rim

1233 Went to Academy of Ri

1235 Went to Allumnata Towers

1235 Met Nahita

1239 Went to Linvat Library

1240 Met Deepminded

1243 Met Zisu

1243 Met Black Oak

1243 Met Kanziganthir

1243 Met his children

1244 Left Ye Olde Zaphirs

1247 Fought with Black Oak

1250 The Realm founded

1277 Invasion came

1182 Cleansing Crusade

Born in the town of Ranzamill at the central part of Thrazki Highlands in Fridor, the 5th child but first son of a Carpenter and his Brewmistress wife. The town luckily so far inland and so remote up the rough hills. That the often occurring raids by various Clans of Naldar, didn’t inflict on them directly, but they often saw refugees or victims of melee and raids come to their town.

So as his child-play turned into a boys thing, his activities became centered around athletic games, wrestling, and archery, as well as intense studies in his mothers trade. Studies that often led him to enter the wilderness in search for the ingredients needed, and as his understanding of flora and fauna grew. So did his Tracking abilities. When the boy came of age and grew into a young man, he was already a renowned Tracker, skilled Warrior and recognized Shaman.

Skjald Sejrik


In 1186 tracking some previously unseen creatures trail, through a previously untrod path he came to a small clearing littered with ancient pillars and tiles. There amidst the carved stones a bloated pig-headed man was talking with an frog-head and legged thing. And even though he was a skilled tracker, making but a copy of natures sounds, the frog-man turned its head. Blinking once or twice in his direction, its tongue shot out and caught its heavy halberd and then it leaped towards him. As it leaped he grabbed a flask at his necklace, gulped its content and prepared for the effect to manifest -and it made a second leap jumping right past him.

Its surprised scream, from his scimitars deep groin slice was deafening, and almost muffled the surprised curse being gritted by Wilson. Who unnoticed had managed to follow Atallanti since noon, and whom was indeed the target of the now lethally wounded Frograi. Landing, its legs gave after and it slumped onto the ground in a pool of blood and guts. Its last action, an agonized hiss and evil stare at its bane, then Wilson cut its head off with his two-handed sword. Looking up, he said, “Now for that Pigryn…”.

Atallanti was gone, so he rushed out into the clearing. Where the young half Moss'Ari half Rimzir stood atop a dying foe. Both its arms cut off and the lads halberd still embedded in its bloated chest. “So, the scent was correct, you’re Rimzir and something. But what the hairy boars hind, did you gulp there lad? Sure did speed you up!”.

Wilson also told me, he in fact prepared for the Berserker to attack him, but using his Fylgia he managed to avoid a schooling of the lad. Oh, that Wilson

Skjald Yell'a'Beard


I’ve been told that Wilson stayed in Ranzamill for 2 years, talking about Fylgia with Atallantis Moss'Ari father, M'rizakiri, but also training Atallanti in his Fylgia abilities. After all Wilson had been using his for some 50 years. He also taught the lad quite some melee tricks, and it was this training Atallanti had his scimitar forged into sort of a halberd.

In the spring of 1189 they both traveled to the coast, where they did go from town to town for 3 years. Trying to be where Naldar Clan raiders landed. Its recorded that they had 67 encounters with unlucky raiders, resulting in them slaying more than 350 foes. Wilson claims he did most, Atallanti merely shrugs when asked.

In those few years the pair managed to develop a unique fighting team. But as the Naldar raids occurred not only in Fridor, but also in FlaumFrilEtain and even farther away. Across hundreds of kilometers of shore, by a countless amount of foes. They told the Fridor court officials that they should strengthen their military. And then they left for the wilderness and lived The Hunt.

Skjald Valgrif


The summer of 1192 is our first recorded Monster slaying by Atallanti and Wilson. A young lad had survived an attack by a Wickeryadi gone mad, killing their entire nature worshiping cult Altwalders. When word of its deed hit their ears, they sailed and rode swiftly, tracked it barely from the site of crime, and faced the strong limb’ed thick barked creature at the worst possible place -it’s Earthnode lair.

To this day, the now branch clipped and lifeless hull stands at the very center of its lair, slowly rotting due the Earthnode effects. But with Atallanti & Wilson did this carved deep into its now peeling skin.

Skjald El Mary


Atallanti told me they continued The Hunt up until the autumn of 1196 when he traveled home as his parents got sick from some unknown disease. Returning home he suspected poisoning, but managed to save them due intense herbal brewing and spiritual work. But then in the winter, they had a sudden fallback and both died within the same day. Certain it was assassination due poisoning he searched the surrounding area and found tracks, not seen for 10 years he knew it be ‘a leaper’.

Remembering its agility, but also its weak spot, he followed the tracks. And early the next morning, he was once again at that ancient Teleport Site. The Frograi at a tile gesticulating in front of a brightly shimmering pillar, its halberd nearby leaning up another. He gulped 2 different potions, called upon his Fylgia and charged the cloth-clad assassin.

Its head spun, tongue lashed out to grab the halberd, but was instead entangled by Atallanti’s Boala, smeared with the nerve numbing poison Arrmatzuh. Despite the leap without its great halberd Atallanti did not underestimate its fatality, and tongue hanging limb half down the chest. It drew forth two stiletto like daggers as it came down upon him, the movement accompanied by two clouds of coloured dust aimed at his head, was most likely certain death for most.

But Atallanti threw his halberd upwards making the foe focus on it with one eye, then he sprang forward and a sliding jump aiming a slash at its groin. The Frograi pulled up its groin, bending slightly forward readying for two shoulder/neck stabs… when it felt an agonizing yank in its tongue. With brutal force Atallanti yanked its head with him down between its legs, and it landed flat on its back accompanied with a large thud from his halberd planting itself in its chest.

He told me it managed to whisper, in Realmish that we where all doomed. But, at that time he thought it but a mere dying losers sour spew. I must say that it was quite a clever move, numbing its tongue, and we are all great-full that he passed on this valued info.

Skjald Ulrich


The tempting shimmer… like starry glimmer…

Whispered his name… promise of fame…

Atallanti not afraid… from monster or raid…

Knew not what in store… stepped through the door…

One thousand one hundred ninety six… he trod into the mix…

To emerge again… for foe and friend… a son of himself…

Skjald Kazumix


How he managed, if its really true, to live for 20 years at the Astral is beyond me. As far as I know, we begin to dissolve there, as energy there has form. And is only held to its somewhat travel-able state due its many travelers willing it so and seemingly also by certain Gods urging the use of the Astral. But, I do not doubt that he indeed has been there, maybe more than any other mortal. Which I think shows in his somewhat odd behavior and bizarre ability to fight, immediately turning damage done into Buffs or De-Buffs of both healing and damaging sorts.

Hes stated that at the beginning he had no clue what was going on, or where he was. But, due time it was as if the Astral was but a maelstrom, which at certain intervals made him pass faded shimmering landmarks he thought similar to sites hes seen. Almost as if it was spinning atop our world, or alongside it. And as the years passed, despite the slight pulsing of growth and contraction, he became more and more used to the cycles of passage. He even became able to tell when Teleport Sites passed by and if it was Gods or Mortals that entered or left the Astral due their Aura Colour.

He used this knowledge to approach the greater ones, who surprised about his presence there and his skills, seemingly aided him with supplies. And, as he has told us, to surprise FrograiPigryn and other Monsters. Which also, after their deaths, aided him with supplies as well.

The only one that was able to somehow break the rhythm and confuse it all, was a Goddess he fell in love with. Oddly enough it was as if she had access to the Astral from some Portals that was very rarely used by others. Yet he was uncertain of her power as her Aura Colour seemed Mortal. As she intrigued him, and he was quite skilled maneuvering there, they of course met often and as he told me, they became lovers. After what he believed was a few of our years, her attitude suddenly changed, and she disappeared. Quite certain he made her pregnant, why else that strange change, he searched the entire Astral for a while. Then he left to find her at our Realm.

He told me he thought as hard as he could of her, then stepped out onto the soil of Gaslug at Midgard. And as soon as he entered a town, he found out it was the year 1216. Insane as time had passed, as he had but felt it like a few months. but of his Goddess he found nothing.

Skjald Sigurd


In 1220 he ended his searching when he passed by the former Altwalders town up in Remas. Meeting with the boy again, now 39 year old and known as Woodmaster, was quite a meeting and finally the lad heard the real story about how his family’s bane ended its existence. They came along really really fine and Atallanti stayed there until 1226, teaching the youngster quite some melee tricks and several Natures Ways Spells and a lot about tracking, herbs, potion making and much more.

In the spring of 1226 Woodmaster wanted to travel to Midgard, to experience the vast steppes and woods, and meet the legendary Kanziganthir. Who was said to be as old as the eldest of Wickeryadi. And at a short rest in Berdegaard, the capital of Bebram they they shared a tables meal, ale and casual chatter with Brucester. Who had just lost his job as bodyguard of the Warden of Bebram and was looking for something new to do, no hurries though.

As if hearing his words, a stranger excused himself and sat at their table. Then said he heard of Brucester reputation as untouchable when delivering packets, and offered him 5 Gold Darins to deliver a package to LionelGold darins seemingly a coin more rare than of actual value to the well pocketed Brucester. Said he was interested…

When Atallanti, as Woodmaster later told me, interrupted, “Untouchable you say…”, with a slight grin none could misunderstand. Brucester calmly replied if he wanted to test that, and they went outside. “To the dust, or the drop?” asked Atallanti, “Whatever, yer ‘skinny scarecrow'” replied the flexing mountain. What followed was quite surprising to both, as Atallanti had no problem what so ever touching and landing blows at the extremely agile man-mountain. But, even though he kept increased the force of his ‘touches’, there was neither a drop of blood a a topple to dust. And the few times Brucester managed to do likewise, the smacks sounded like whiplashes or hammers on anvils.

After 10-15 minutes of really tough Holmgang Brucester stood still spread his arms and told Atallanti to do one final touch. The force is said would have knocked he upper body right off anyone’s legs. Atallanti looked at the mountain of muscle standing with a grin in front of him, “I must say, touchable, yet untouchable after all. I think only weapons would scratch that earthly hide of yours!”. “Maybe, lets finish our meal.” grinned Brucester. The strangers job was accepted, and Atallanti wanted to go along. Both to meet this Lionel but also to get to know Brucester better as he had never before seen anyone Shield like that.

Skjald Sejrik


They both stayed with Lionel for the rest of the year 1226, both quite taken aback due the wealth and luxury of Piecao. But also due the amount of Kinoblin at the docks and everywhere but his great mansion. Lionel later told me Atallanti expressed concerns regarding these foreigners, as he had seen them with FrograiPigryn, some gargantuan elephant-like yet furred humanoids, and some quite tall dark-blueish skinned females in the Astral. As he knew the two first to be quite nasty specimen, the rest he expected likewise, but Lionel scoffed it at the time.

Come spring 1227 they left with a package, and after delivering it they spent the next 6 years. Along with a few investors and associates,  building up a delivering Guild called The Solid Line. They started it by buying a house in Port Khaldu in Scia. And beside the door was a sign with 2 Guild oaths: 1: We deliver packages throughout all isles and 2: If The Solid Line Houses or Deliverers are attacked, our wrath will find you. Those signs was standard at every house they bought.

Their Guild spread like fire on the steppes, and within but 6 years they covered every island throughout the known world, with a Guild house in every urban location above 500 residents. So vast was their amount of members that its said to have been the single largest corps of battle skilled under the same banner. And after a few initial hiccups, severely punished none touched or robbed their transports.

In 1233 they even opened a house at the Lofgren Peninsula and with that, they both resigned from a task completed. And Atallanti traveled north to Findon. As he wanted to visit Ri Academy in Skelop to see if he could find any info about that Goddess of his in their library. He spent 2 years there, then went to Allumnata Towers where he met Wilson again and also Nahita, to which he never revealed he was Moss'Ari. Maybe she dident ask, or the topic weren’t brought up. But after 4 years there he left to see what could be found in the Linvat Library in Tusla. Then he went back north up to Fogwald and in 1240 he stood at the shore of Lake Mirror staring out through the mists scouting for Halkistal.

Hours later Atallanti stood at the door of The Well of Wisdom managed by Deepminded. With a polite knock the tall man entered and was welcomed with a plate of her stew and a mug of ale, “Have a seat and refresh thyself first Ata… then we can talk.”. He studied there for 3 years, and met a rather large amount of people. And it was there, when he heard about The Eight Mirrors made of crystallized and polished Iridium owned by Zizu. That he realized they had to be the ones  his Goddess had been using.

He left for Thornix the next day, and as Deepminded told me, he could have said so, then hes been welcome to use my Doors of Colour to get there. But was he in a hurry.

Skjald Vinotis


At Ashenhall he became certain they where indeed the Portals that had been used. But he was quite surprised when he told Zizu about the likely time of happening, and the reply he got. The next day, after much brooding, he used a mirror and went to see Kanziganthir at Ye Olde zaphirs.

Arriving there in 1243 he met Kanziganthir, Black Oak and several other notable persons, Woodmaster one of them. All scheming up some grand plan and learning who he was offered him in on the plot and deal. But he was only listening partially, and kept glancing at a young man of the kings hird around 28 years or so. There was something about that mans bearing, his looks and his Aura Colour that startled Atallanti. Could it really be… then henoticed Kanziganthir studied him closely, then looked at the youngster, then back at him. And with a very gently and cautious smile he nodded meanwhile passing his finger up to his forehead, a brief stop before his lips, then up. None but saw it.

That night Kanziganthir told him that in 1216 a young woman named Sessy had come to him. Telling him she had fallen in love with one of the Gods at the Astral. And that she was now pregnant, thus sought the advise from whom she knew to be the eldest Human alive.

Despite his reassurance that the Aura Colours building inside her was single coloured as those of Mortals, she… Atallanti broke him off, “Aura's, you say…”. Then he was told that Sessy had indeed given birth to 2 children that year. A boy and a girl, but oddly enough their Aura Colour where both of the other genders most often pattern. A extremely rare situation, unless of course the children indeed where sired at the Astral. And now, meeting Atllanti, who was Rimzir for sure, and some… “Moss'Ari!”, Atallanti interrupted.

As far as I know, Kanziganthir persuaded Atallanti to let his twins, an exceptional pair of Shaman Berserkers stay in the belief their father was one of the Gods. Atallanti stayed there for 2 years, training with their finest, then he left.

Skjald Ulrich


A couple of years later he was seen standing aside his twins aiding Black Oak and The Alliance establishing The Realm, a vital force in finally shutting down raids from Clans of Naldar. Seen at the coronation of the High King, Atallanti disappeared from the public scene again shortly after, and was only rarely reported seen at a library, entering or leaving a ship or portal.

And it was not until the Battle of Weeping Plains he again was seen participating in melee. A task he though has continued to this day as part of The Cleansing Crusade

Skjald Sejrik

Last Updated on 2021-08-01 by IoM-Christian