Editing Campaign:IMPROMPTU GAME/Halak the Thief (section)

=== Background ===
Halak grew up in the harsh climes of the North, in the Haslanti tribes. As a little boy, he watched the sun and moon and tracked them as they flew through the sky and often dreamed of one day being able to fly up to them. He begged the air boat pilots every time they went up to be allowed to join them. They always refused, since he was so young, but promised to take him up when he was older. Years passed, and young Halak grew tired of waiting to fly.

He began stealing pieces of the air boats and nabbing clothing off the line to try building his own. He was found out, and his air boat was dismantled and the pieces returned to the boats they came from. Little punishment came of it, but he was never allowed to be near the air boats unsupervised. He kept begging and begging to be let on a ship and help fly, but none of the crews would take him.

Finally, at age 15, he got fed up with waiting and stole an air boat of his own. He sneaked off in the middle of the night and took the first one he could find and lifted off, determined to fulfill his dream of being able to fly. He made it out of his home, but not before his mother found him and pleaded with him to turn around. He promised her that he'd be back with all kinds of amazing stories to tell, but that he had to go find them before he could come back.

As Halak flew, he realized that he had little idea how to man an air boat meant for three people by himself. Especially not when a blizzard blew down from the North and swept up the boy in its teeth. It batted him around for hours, with the young man clinging desperately to ice-slicked ropes and flying into the face of the wind, teeth gritted. Through sheer luck and determination, he found himself sitting in the eye of the storm, with the face of the Unconquered Sun looking down at him. He stared in awe as he reached down and touched his brow, leaving the Twilight castemark on his brow. 

Then, suddenly, the bag began to rip, letting out the precious hot air he'd worked to keep in. He fell in a steepening spiral nosefirst into a snowdrift, which hid the mountaintop tomb of a First Age Twilight, with much of her grave goods still intact. He had eyes only for the strange red warbird, though. His castemark still glowing, he raced up into the cockpit and began fiddling with the controls, which he found he could suddenly read. After figuring out how to turn it on, he quickly flew back out into the storm and laughed at the joy of flight. 

Now, a week afterward, he found himself sitting in the East, somehow blown there by the blizzard, wondering where he'll go now.