Vermilion Horizion is the seventh son of the seventh son, which all in all, is quite an impressive feat, but before we get to what truely makes the tale of the son of Ambrus Khar interesting, we'll have to start at the beginning…
Ambrus Khar Thoughts dwelled upon last weeks party at his late fathers trading post, he and his father did not agree on many a subject (his brothers even less so), but one thing did he and Yataro White-Owl always been able to agree upon, "Sorcerers have specific needs and those who can supply them, are truely rewarded for their services…"
"Old Yataro had a good head on his shoulders" Ambrus Khar quietly thought to himself. The small fortune Yataro had made, based his fathers notes doings as a sorcerer, had Ambrus used to make him one of the most prominent mortal sorcerers in all of Lathe.
But this day was special, and marked the start of a new era in Ambrus life, during the storm last night his seventh son was born, finally one to follow in his footsteps and to carry on his legacy, and perhaps, even surpass it.
Eris, exausted after giving birth during that terrible storm, held her baby boy in her arms, for what she knew would be the last time for a long while. she wispered softly in his ear "Untill the end of days you'll be mine, my little boy, nothing can change that."
Veiled Sky stood at the docks and and gazed at the passing storm, and upon the dawning sun, and then she knew the name of the newborn, "Vermilion Horizon, for that is all that I see"
Vermilion Horizon grew up in a large House carved in one of the ribs of the Heartworks of Lathe, he was seldom alone given his seemingly endless amount of siblings and cousins, but yet as they grew older they seemed to keep their distance to him
It was mostly under the stern gaze of Flowing star and the dusty tomes of Chirus Ithar that Vermilion Horizon was raised.
He lived and breathed for when Ruby Ocean returned form her trips at sea and he could get to practice swordplay with his sisters from the Stormsister
When as Vermilion Horison grew up he did not find the interest in potions and concoctions, as his father before him, but Ambrus was a patient man "The boy will find his own way" he kept telling him self, "Even though his interest in those… "Blackblood duels" is a bit unnerving…" he thought while sighing.
After a bet with Singing Spear, Vermilion Horizon braved the skull of the beast, the wind howled and howled again while he was climbing the beast, only for something odd to happen, he heard words upon the wind, not exactly dragontounge, but something far older…
"Words dance upon wind, he who listens learns" he yelled back to the wind, and the howling seemed to stop for all but a moment, only to answer him, Songs stronger than time, voices older than stone, pondering for a moment he cried back,"A child born under storms, a kin to winds". The howling of the wind stopped and all there were was silence… Horizon swallowed, gripping the carcass harder… BOOOOM Lightning stikes, and he screams in pain, but no he's alive, the lightning didn't even hit him.
He bumps his head upon the rock in front of him "You idiot" he thinks to himself. Stormseeker the wind howls Wisdom upon wind falls upon deaf ears covered in stone.
Vermilion Horizon looks up and gazes upon this man made of circling wind, almost like dust devils. Instead of eyes, lighting arched in it's eye sockets.
"He who seeks the storm, listens for wisdom older than stone" he answered with strengthend voice, he would not let fear make him shake in the presence of the elemental. The seeker looks upon the horizon, will thou weather the storm of insight..?
Two days later Horizon returned, not just as his merry old self, no, now he carried the wisdom of the storm and he had learned to command the winds to serve him…
After hearing this Ambrus smiled to himself "It seems my son has found his way, it seems it is time to see what this Ras Ozymandias, and for me to see if he is as mighty as he thinks "
Three days later Ambrus Khar left his familiy, not wanting to tell them where he was headed, he said it was a simple meeting with an old friend
Three months later with no word from him, Vermilion Horizon grew restless and seached is father's office and found a note stating his true intentions, willed by his outraged the winds turned his fathers office into a maelstrom of flying papers, ink and feather pens.
He took the first ship towards this man who had dared to take his father away from him
"Ras Ozymandias take heed, the Stormseeker is coming for you.."