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Character:
Human Bard, Spells Light, Guidance, Resistance, CLW and Sleep. Feats: WF, Persuasive.
Equipment: Rapier, studded leather, Light Wooden Shield rope, SCP, Thieve's Tools, bandoliers. AC-17
HP:10 Ability Scores:
Skills:
Attack
Background:
Son of a pirate, wants a peaceful life, hides form his father's enemies. I walk to Nathaniel. "Hello there, sir. You seem a bit...off."
At that point, the North Star winked out. It had been there since the dawn of human history, and a philosopher a hundred years ago calculated that a hundred thousand people across the world were looking at it at any time. And now it had gone out, snuffed like a candle, and the busy port city of Mona... went quiet. One after another, the stars were slowly fading into the Night. And then the Horken attacked. They could be heard from half a mile off, baying war cries like savage dogs fighting over a kill. Curnow was the first to grasp the situation, running to the mayor. "Sir... we need to organize an exodus." Within half an hour, the entire civilian militia population of Mona was either on a boat, sailing to find a new home or waiting to be on one, and the army of Mona was waiting at the walls for the Horken. At the fort of Akzir, the rest of the group saw it as well. "Well, then..." Rictus said dryly "We're screwed, aren't we?"
At the palace of Vanda, the king saw it. He called out to the Vandans, and together they all went to the palace, to take part in it's final defense. And st the bottom of a river, beneath the wreck of her ship, tYzgal's hand jutted out from the silty bottom, floating out, her eyes pitch black, and the Avatar of Night spoke.: "This is the endgame."
This was not the case. In Farael's room, the light was turned off. As he attempted to start a light, he sat up. When he successfully found his lamp, he found the problem with Wynnm. Her eyes, were black as Night. "Fatebringer" said a voice that most certainly was not hers as she drew a dagger, "Do you know how futile your task is? The Samsarans were immortal, and battled me for millenia. Night shall consume all." "Kryzbyn!" Farael managed to shout as the dagger plunged toward him...
"Night has fallen, Drake. You know what to do." Drake simply nodded, Ashkandor clutched in his hand. The Samsarans existed for one purpose: battle the Night, yet they paled next to Farael. Whereas the Samsarans were pawns in the Game of Light and Darkness, Farael could act on his own. And now their move was decided: The Dark Knight had to be sent to Farael, while his people covered his retreat. Already, Samsara was burning, condemned to eternal torture until they became more of Night's fodder. "The world hangs in the balance." Drake said, wryly, "The Angel, the Archer, the God, the Other, the King, The Zer0 Man and the First. And now, The Last Samsaran. I hope they have elbow room." With that, he through the portal, and Samsara died. Now, the sudden appearance of a man witha skull mask wielding a scythe with a tattoo on his chest of a dragon might not startle you, but it startled Farael's little band. In the half a second it took Drake to appear fully in front of them, Farael the Other was ready to careen at his hand, Rictus was ready with Kelvar's morningstar, Farael with lightning, and the others suitably prepared for an attack. The man dropped the scythe in surrender. "I am here in peace, Farael. I am the last Samsaran, and I am here to serve you."
"Brinay." The Ringbearer said to himself in the depths of night. "The city so full of loyalists to the Empire it doesn't matter they have the bell." he walked up to the city gates, and was freely allowed in by a third of the guards. The rest he had to kill. They tried to fight. Pathetic. He knew they were somewhere within the walls of this city, and as he perched above the gates, he knew he would get the Fatebringer. It was simply a matter of time.
As the Araugh's and Yzgal were marching toward Farael, the rest of the party had troubles of their own. While Rictus and the nature of his being a floating skull allowed him to go through the water at breakneck speed, crashing from the side into Yzgal before rolling into the sand, where she was knocked down. Wynnm, having had all her experiences on water involving Curnow, cursed herself for not being able to swim as she started bouncing along the rocky bottoms of the rapids until Kyryzbyn helped her to swim until they reached the side of the banks opposite Farael. "Kyryzbyn... the Araughs..." were her last words before slipping into unconsciousness. Kyryzbyn took respect to that, and, nocking an arrow, let it fly into the eye of a Vadran. He looked down at his bow in disbelief, and, with a mischievous smile, drew another. Kelvar was swimming, but was having a rough time of it and, realizing Farael was more important than his shield, abandoned it and made it to the side of the bank with Farael, and after seeing an arrow whizzing by his ear, he took his morningstar in two hands and dented the helmet of a Vadran, buckling another one's knee armor. When Farael kicked himself up, Yzgal was up as well, twin scimitars whirling. "Goodbye, Fatebringer." she slowly advanced as Farael adopted a defensive posture, backing out of her reach. She made a lunge, and Farael leapt, kicking off the back of her head and using the staff to crack the skull of a Araugh. The other made a jump and tackled Farael breaking the staff in two pieces, using on to keep it's mouth away as Yzgal got up and leisurely walked over, avoiding Kyrzbyn's arrows with ease. "To think you were supposed to topple Vadra." As she preapred the killing blow, Curnow flew out of the water on the crest of a wave, shouting "For the Fatebringer!", drawing another sword from his great coat-a sharp, one handed blade seemingly made of obsidian. and clashing with Yzgal, the two slashing and parrying at incredible speeds until Curnow made a single kick, Kyrzbyn making a well-placed shot into the eye socket of the other Araugh. Farael, rolling it's corspe off him, used what was left of his staff as a projectile, knocking Ygzal off balance and into the rapids. "She'll be back." Curnow said grimly. "They always come back." Kelvar, who had finished off the last Vadran, said simply "How did you do that?" "not important." The captain barked. "We need everybody on this side of the river, so we can start our trek to Brinay." Meanwhile, in the Grand Palace of Vadra, the Grand Emperor was displeased. "They WHAT! And Yzgal is GONE! Damn that captain! Hunt them down! Every soldier we can spare! And send the Ringbearer." At this, the messenger gasped. "Yes. I know. Times are dire, and he is our surest bet of killing Farael." With a reluctant pace somewhere between slow-walking and scurrying, the messenger went down the hundred stories of tower to get to the Ringbeaer's chambers. The Ringbeaer sat there, a young man with a tattoo extending from his ring finger to part of his face and his chest, was polishing a ring of the purest gold. "Hello. I am presuming Farael is alive?" The messenger nodded. "One of the members of their merry band is going to die. Did you know that? I can't see which though. Farael is a blot of ink on the clean chart of everyone's fate. Too dark to see. But, very well, I shall do it. But you know what I shall require." The messenger nodded again, eyes blotted over with tears, but frozen from fear. The Ringbearer put on his ring, walked to the messenger with a sword and bowl, and, after slciing the man's throat, let his blood pour into the bowl already full of alchemical reagents, and then dipped his sword into the mixture. And with that, the Ringbearer ran out of the tower, across the fields and the plains and the tundra. For now, he had a mission to carry out.
A few days later, Curnow brought them out. "I apologize Fatebringer, to all your past, present and futurte incarnations. The Vandans have found us, and Tzan is moving in on the Dagger. My 'lads..." He gestures to a few men who do not look at ALL like they should be called lads, wearing chainmail and brandishing fierce-looking tridents "they can help hold off Tzan's forces for a while, and I can maybe help even those odds-" He unsheathes his sword, an intricate, gold hilted cutlass with intricate rose patterns weaved into the blades. "But you all will have to help." As Wynnm is about to either protest or curse- the world will never know, he put a sword in her hand. "This'll work well enough for you. It's no Ashkandor, but it'll get you through. Word of the wise though. Once drawn, the sword must draw blood." Wynnm took a few practice swings, preparing for battle if it came. He handed a bow and two quivers of arrows to Kryzbyn "And this for you. Solid Elder." Kryzbyn tested the bow, finding the arrows fit perfectly into the notch of the bow. "Interesting. I may need some practice, but It'll definitely see use before this is over." Curnow attempted to hand Kelvar two short swords, but he denied them, instead pulling out a morningstar and a shield. "If Rictus is half as good as he was when we last met, he should be okay. Now, for Farael. Ashkandor, sadly, remains lost, but in the meantime, this quarterstaff should help." He hands Farael the aforementioned weapon, and Farael, while having difficulty swinging, ends up using it a bit like a cane. "Now, our main tactic is going to be to sail for our lives, but if they pull out the boarding pikes, stay near me. This is neither my first encounter with Vadrans, nor my first swordfight, so I can pull through. If I fall defending you, get to Brinay, find a librarian named Pym. 'E can get you the rest of the way." The ship continues sailing for about ten minutes before the Vadran craft pulls alongside, with Tzan next to men ready with gangplanks. "Tzan."
"I'm going to give YOU one chance. You've lost hundreds of men to me alone, and even with the crystal armor, you have a slim chance. And If I fall, my lads will take you down." "I'm curious, how did you find us?" "I am as ancient as the pounding of waves against the hull of the first canoe, and I've been sailing ever since. You couldn't hide from me in the water if you were invisible." "Enough of this. ATTACK!" The gangplanks were lowered, and Vadrans, in plate armor, each with a greatsword, rushed onto the Dagger. The "Lads", each used their trident to punish the first man to charge across, the first bodies falling into the water. Curnow was alone to take the first man to make it to the boat, and as Farael was worried he would die, the Captain twisted, knocking the man to the ground with his leg before delivering the coup de grace. "Well. What are you waiting for! To arms!"
When they got to the river, it was a commotion. Everyone had felt the earthquake and felt something BAD was going to happen. The captains were shouting out prices at an ever increasing rate, until the group was certain the backpack would not pay for any of them. "We must leave this place" Farael whispered "It's too easy to get separated here, and Rictus and I would attract too much attention" "Relax" Kelvar replied as they walked along the banks of the river "We'll be okay. You're the Fatebringer, and if necessary, Rictus can protect us." At this, Rictus was very intrigued "how, precisely, as I am lacking hands or feet? I would think that that'd get in the way." "Silence fool!" Kelvar hissed. "I have the rest of your bones sewn into my cloak in various locations and a tinderbox in my front pocket" Finally, Wynym found who she was looking for "There we go. Captain Curnow, of the 7th Sea." Curnow, a man in his late 40s, with a beard of jet black, sword sheathed (though Farael can see a ruby embedded in the hilt, as well as an elaborate pattern running down it.) "Aye! Wynnm! Rictus! Yeah, I know Rictus is there! The blue fellow has a ridiculous bulge in his cloak! And knowing Kelvar, the rest of teh bones are in the cloak! He steps down from his swiftboat and kneels down in front of Farael. "Greetings, Fatebringer. I don't yet know what is going to happen, but I've survived through the past three, and now he's on my side for once. Hop aboard, where do you need to go!?!" |
