As a saint of Skisk, Kaylah fallenshield, now known as the innocent darkness, the seed of infancy, or the happy monster is now capable of bearing the weight of worship. Transcended into demi godhood Kaylah is very real, and very powerful. She lives beside Skisk in the great swamps of the Endless Dark, and see's to the petitioners that gather in his heavans and hells.
Kaylah can be worshipped under skisk. Such followers are considered worshipers of Kaylah, first, and Skisk second. Kaylah's symbol is a silver piece with a tentacle like burn through it. As a demi-god, one of the primary Domains must first come from Skisk, and the secondary domain comes from Kaylah's domain list.
Kaylah's domains - Followers can Choose from Healing / Good / and Fate
Kaylah was a good person in her life, and despite her suffering she tended others before her, and never once strayed away from her destiny.
Followers of Kaylah try to show the good hidden inside of people, and to help people along with undersirable fates. Those stuck in miserable places or circumstances often seek her out in prayer, and it is because of the followers flocking to her that Skisk is becoming more accepted.
Followers of Kaylah must take her turn option instead of skisks - Kaylah's turn option is as follows.
As a free action once per turn a follower of Kaylah can spend a turn attempt to cause a shadowy tendril to appear and touch a creature up to 20' away. Touch attacks, spells, and so forth can be channeled through this tendril on the round it is summoned. It fades away after delivering one touch effect.
Ok. Demigod Kaylah is created -
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Monday, June 4, 2012
Soul Coins!!
Ok, thanks to an innovative idea, im introducing a simple perk based system into my world. This will be nothing overpowered, and be more to flavor or add small bonuses to starting characters.
System - Every 1st level character starts with 3 soul coins. You can buy any one perk for 1 coin, and can only buy one at a time. And yes. I am calling it the soul coin system. Cause I can.
General -
Add a skill to your class list
Give yourself a +2 racial bonus to any single skill
Add 3 hp to your characters maximum total
Fighter -
Choose one specific weapon type and add a +1 enhancment bonus to the damage rolls
Take one from any armor check penalties from worn armor.
Add a +1 racial bonus to fear saves
Rogue -
Add 15 pounds to your maximum carried encumberance for a light load.
Add a +1 racial bonus to poison saves
Double your starting standard gold
Wizard -
Add one additional known spell to your spell book
add a +1 competence bonus on trained knowledge checks
Start with a single level one scroll of a spell in your spell book
Priest -
Gain proficiency in your gods chosen weapon
Add 1 to your turn attempts per/day
Gain a +1 racial bonus to death effects
Bard -
Add one additional instrument to a single perform skill
Gain one additional use of your bardic music per day
Gain a +1 save v.s mind affecting effects.
Ranger -
Gain a +1 on saves versus effects from your favored enemies
Gain a +1 on attack rolls on ranged attacks at penalized ranged increments.
Gain a +1 dexterity modifier max on any worn light armor
Druid -
Animal companion has +3 hp
Your natural attacks while polymorphed do +1 damage
Gain an additional Orison useable each day
Paladin -
Gain a +1 bonus to your courage aura on allies within 5' of you.
Add 3 to your maximum points healed per day on lay on hands
Gain a +1 to saves versus evil spells or effects
Monk -
Jump five additional feet when you make a running jump
Gain a +1 to damage rolls when you hit with a stunning fist
Gain a +1 to saves v.s. paralysis and stunning effects
Barbarian -
Only take a 1 point penalty from charging
Add 1 to your damage on your attacks while raging.
Add 3 to your maximum starting hp
Sorcerer -
Choose a charisma based skill as a class skill
Gain a +1 to save versus an elemental or alignment effect of your choice
Add 2 to the skill bonus of a familiar, or one to a save bonus of a familiar
Hexblade -
Add a +2 to concentration checks to cast defensively
Add any charisma based skill to your class list.
Do +1 damage v.s. a cursed opponent
And thats it. nothing dramatically tough. just a point of damage or a bonus to saves here and there to add some diversity and possibilities to character creation.
System - Every 1st level character starts with 3 soul coins. You can buy any one perk for 1 coin, and can only buy one at a time. And yes. I am calling it the soul coin system. Cause I can.
General -
Add a skill to your class list
Give yourself a +2 racial bonus to any single skill
Add 3 hp to your characters maximum total
Fighter -
Choose one specific weapon type and add a +1 enhancment bonus to the damage rolls
Take one from any armor check penalties from worn armor.
Add a +1 racial bonus to fear saves
Rogue -
Add 15 pounds to your maximum carried encumberance for a light load.
Add a +1 racial bonus to poison saves
Double your starting standard gold
Wizard -
Add one additional known spell to your spell book
add a +1 competence bonus on trained knowledge checks
Start with a single level one scroll of a spell in your spell book
Priest -
Gain proficiency in your gods chosen weapon
Add 1 to your turn attempts per/day
Gain a +1 racial bonus to death effects
Bard -
Add one additional instrument to a single perform skill
Gain one additional use of your bardic music per day
Gain a +1 save v.s mind affecting effects.
Ranger -
Gain a +1 on saves versus effects from your favored enemies
Gain a +1 on attack rolls on ranged attacks at penalized ranged increments.
Gain a +1 dexterity modifier max on any worn light armor
Druid -
Animal companion has +3 hp
Your natural attacks while polymorphed do +1 damage
Gain an additional Orison useable each day
Paladin -
Gain a +1 bonus to your courage aura on allies within 5' of you.
Add 3 to your maximum points healed per day on lay on hands
Gain a +1 to saves versus evil spells or effects
Monk -
Jump five additional feet when you make a running jump
Gain a +1 to damage rolls when you hit with a stunning fist
Gain a +1 to saves v.s. paralysis and stunning effects
Barbarian -
Only take a 1 point penalty from charging
Add 1 to your damage on your attacks while raging.
Add 3 to your maximum starting hp
Sorcerer -
Choose a charisma based skill as a class skill
Gain a +1 to save versus an elemental or alignment effect of your choice
Add 2 to the skill bonus of a familiar, or one to a save bonus of a familiar
Hexblade -
Add a +2 to concentration checks to cast defensively
Add any charisma based skill to your class list.
Do +1 damage v.s. a cursed opponent
And thats it. nothing dramatically tough. just a point of damage or a bonus to saves here and there to add some diversity and possibilities to character creation.
The End of a Story
(Update explaining current chronicles end results)
The heros succeeded in there quest to track down the sword of chains. They did this with the help of the First Queen, who's only real goal was to see the heroes destroy the power source of the Queens, and leave future lines helpless to the First's grand plan of conquest. Eventually after retrieving the sword and confronting many obstacles, the heroes unsealed Sorlah, the Seeker, and another god, one of the originals, was added back into the cosmos. As it stands, the common folk know that the heroes went against a great evil, and took great risks to set the god free. The queen has named them the heroes of the ages, the Great Liberators of Sorlah. The queens power has been unaffected, as the great Sorlah saw that even though they were at fault, the later generations set out to do good with the powers they were given. The commoners know nothing of the story of Sorlah being the true power behind the queen, and now that things have been settled, the truth, beeing a moot point, will probably never be discovered. As things are, the Empire stands with the Queen still in charge over the continent. There are a few noteable changes.
Lichus - The first queen had been preparing her own empire for the last century and a half, turning the barbarian folk into an organized and powerful nation. Lichus exists of a main city base with the given name. There are two branch citys as well. Coldwater - SwordSaint - Coldwater is a place of evil, slavery, and foul dealings. It is not very large, but is the trade hub of the Lichus empire, and so is extremely well guarded. SwordSaint is the closest city to the main Empire. A huge army is housed there, and this army keeps there enemy neighbors at bay and on guard, and hunts down and kills rogue barbarians, giants, and ogre bands. SwordSaint is the military hub, and so is extremely fortified. Also, all members out of SwordSaint are well trained, and noted warriors. Lichus itself is modeled after Volasia. It runs off of commands of the High Queen, and noble houses make up the smaller decisions. Though not evil in and of itself, Corruption runs through the halls of the nobles of Lichus, and so long as it is kept in check, and does not put the whole of Lichus in danger, it is tolerated. Not much is known of the Ruling queen, though agents have been sent to kill her many times, and always failed. Commoners call her the Usurper Queen, or the False queen, as they do not realize she in actuality, was the first Queen of the main nation. As of the next chronicle, no wars have been perpetuated from, or against the Nation of Lichus, though there is hostilities.
Goblins - The hobgoblins had only a small part to play, but were savagely attacked by Lichus for mountain territory. The hobgoblins have consolidated some of there power, and counterattacked lichus several times to no avail. With enemies on both fronts, the hobgoblins grow more and more agressive at each passing day.
The Lost Continent - The orignal continent, whose name has been lost over time, the one that was swallowed by Sheshensis, was released when Sorlah was freed. The commoners believe, by view of the Queen, that such was only a coincidence, and that the continent had been there all along. Still incredibly far away, explorers say that the entire, massive continent is swarming with ancient cities, old powerful creatures, imortals, and an imeasurable amount of undead. The few to make it back said that the continents inhabitants were aware, and hostile of anyone coming to the shores. Many on the main continent believe it is only a matter of time before this continent of undead turns its power and hunger on the empire. Azash seems to have claimed a great seat of power among the lost continent, making him seem even more unfavorable on the main continent.
The Heroes -
Araris FallenShield - Died freeing Sorlah. He was survived by his wife who had three children by him, they in turn had children of there own. It is said that his wish was for his line to be strong and blessed by the gods, and so it seems they were. What is known of Araris is that he was guided by Avania to free Sorlah, and that he was blessed by her as well. During the last fight at the gates that kept Sorlah bound, Araris stood his ground against a great, powerful red dragon, Holding his position until the very end while his allies broke the god free. Although he did not die by his wound, the presence of Sorlah was enough to consume the Knight, though not after being blessed by the Seeking God. His line still remains strong to this day, many devoute worshipers of Tor'kir, Phaethon, and a few to Avania. The line is mostly comprised of soldiers and military, with an occasional priest. The FallenShields still owe there loyalty to Ravenspire, and a mysterious Matriarch who oversees the families progress.
Kaylah Fallenshield - Was uplifted after freeing Sorlah. She was a devout worshiper of Skisk, though with the help of her Cousins she lived an almost normal, and always happy life. She found pleasure and happiness, even in her miserable and monstrous state, and was always optimistic and innocent. In the end Kaylah used her very presence to conceal the power of Sorlah long enough to speak with the god. Even as her essence was consumed, she never once complained, cried, or called out, and it is said she died with a quite sane, and pleasant smile on her face. Kaylah, unlike her comrades, did not die. She rose after death, chosen by her god for her service, and now sits besides skisk in the great endless dark. She is referred to as the Smiling Monster, or the Seed of Infancy. She is worshipped as a protector of children (Many see the minds of a child as mad, much like the more innocent madness of kaylah herself.) She is also widely worshipped by those who seem to be monsters, but are more than that. Half Orcs, and many half breeds have taken up to worshipping skisk through her, and because of this fact the worship of Skisk is no longer cosidered banned.
Zekku Havunoth - Zekku would seek out, and eventually Marry Kaylah Fallenshield. The two would have a few wonderful years together, but no child was ever born of them, though Kaylah did adopt a daughter, little is know as to what happened to it after her departure into godhood. Zekku was the God of Gloves, a mantle holder, and he was also an extremely powerful mage. He was a follower of Skisk, and sought out Kaylah because he feared the various cults would try and capture her and worship her as a god. Zekku eventually fell in love with her, and after bearing his heart and gaining permission from the families, married her. He made her very happy for the few short years they were together. Kaylah was captured by a faction of Skisk, and imprisoned to be worshipped. Using his great power Zekku sought her out, and with the help of his cousins laid siege on the temple they were hiding out in. The mad priests of skisk had set a trap however, and the prison holding Kaylah could only be broke if the main idol of skisk was destroyed. The idol was ancient, and holy, and Kaylah begged her cousins not to destroy it, as it would cause the great Frog God to bring his wrath down upon him. Not one to give up, or let his beauty be trapped forever, Zekku wished that should the Idol be destroyed, he would take its place. With that wish in there minds, the trio systematically destroyed everything, and everyone in the room. With a wry smile and a blown kiss, Zekku disintegrated the Idol. The loss of the old idol caused the entire foundation of the temple to become struck with powerful shockwaves. Unable to leave the temple kaylah had to watch as Zekku gave her one final bow, as his cousins wisked her to safety. From a distance, the heroes watched as the temple sank into oblivion. Heartbroken, Kaylah and her cousins returned home. It is said, days later, as Kaylah was sitting in her garden, mourning her husband, a single sturdy gardeners glove dug itself out of the ground near her feet. In its hand it had a small folded piece of parchment. On it were the words. "If you become a god someday, would you mind digging me out?" No one knows as to the true fate of Zekku, what his wish actually did, or what happened to him after Kaylah transcended. Folklore tells that the ending, much like there life together, was a happy one. (Zekku was not an actual hero, but was later added due to his closeness to Kaylah, and his importance in the good image that Followers of Skisk are now trying to show.)
Alzaroth Fallenshield - Alzaroth died freeing Sorlah. Alzaroth is known by most to have been an excellent archer, though a few believe he was at one time a scout of sorts. What is known, is that in the beginning he had a soft, carefree demeanor. At the end of his life Alzaroth was a man of well tested determination, and sometimes an extremely grim attitude. Alzaroth was succeeded by his wife, though she died shortly after his passing due to mysterious circumstances. His life was blessed with 4 healthy children, and they in turn had children of there own. The line itself is healthy, and still in existence. His line still lives under the Fallenshield title, and although they pay homage to a mysterious Matriarch, the caretaker that came into being after the death of his wife still oversees the branch families business much more directly. It is said that Alzaroth was given a blessing in death, but no one knows for sure what that blessing was. Incredibly powerful, some believe he simply wanted to be tested, to the best of his abilities, and was thus wisked away to Weyleywins side. Others say that his was a darker wish, and that he would see the world tested, as he once was. The Queen has officially dismissed this last bit as a rumor however, though some commonfolk still cling to that tale. Regardless of the type of man he was in the end, he was a hero. He laid his life on the line, and paid the final cost to release a long imprisoned god. His name is a name of honor, and is whispered as a blessing by archers and woodsman across the main continent.
Mesta - The Best Dragon Ever - Mesta died freeing Sorlah. Mesta was a simple minded, carefree copper dragon. (as far as the common folk know) Mesta was also blessed, for she had merged with a powerful artifact long ago, and was capable of breaking seals with the power of her potent dragon breath. Having befriended Alzaroth in the past, she insisted on being there in the end, and it was her power that allowed the seal to be weakened long enough for Alzaroth to fully break the seal with one of his potent arrows of thunder. Mesta's heart was unfortunately merged with the artifact, and mesta had to use all of her own power, and the power of the artifact to keep the seal in check. Unlike many of the heroes, it is said that a woman heard Mesta's last words. "Look at me! only the most powerful Gods can glow this bright!!" Mesta disapeared in a flash of light the moment her breath, and Alzaroths arrow, broke the seal. It is said that Sorlah granted her grandmother, a powerful copper dragon, Mesta's final wish. "While my precious granddaughter dreams in the arms of Avania, let Feromesh and Fishbone collect treasure in her honor, until the day comes when it is enough to appease her appetite." No one knows exactly what the names were meant to be, or what the wish was supposed to do, but recently a pirate taking that name has appeared around Alborine, stealing treasure and causing mischief among the coastal trading shores. Donning rich green clothes, and flaunting gaudy jewelry and incredible skill, he has been dubbed the Emerald Terror of the Coast. Many believe it to be someone trying to steal fame, having heard the common tales. Priests of Phaethon use Mesta as an example, that all dragons can choose to do good, and help the other races of the world when it is needed most.
There were many more that sacrificed and died to make the story come to a whole, but the ones above are those that will truelly be remembered.
and thats that -
The heros succeeded in there quest to track down the sword of chains. They did this with the help of the First Queen, who's only real goal was to see the heroes destroy the power source of the Queens, and leave future lines helpless to the First's grand plan of conquest. Eventually after retrieving the sword and confronting many obstacles, the heroes unsealed Sorlah, the Seeker, and another god, one of the originals, was added back into the cosmos. As it stands, the common folk know that the heroes went against a great evil, and took great risks to set the god free. The queen has named them the heroes of the ages, the Great Liberators of Sorlah. The queens power has been unaffected, as the great Sorlah saw that even though they were at fault, the later generations set out to do good with the powers they were given. The commoners know nothing of the story of Sorlah being the true power behind the queen, and now that things have been settled, the truth, beeing a moot point, will probably never be discovered. As things are, the Empire stands with the Queen still in charge over the continent. There are a few noteable changes.
Lichus - The first queen had been preparing her own empire for the last century and a half, turning the barbarian folk into an organized and powerful nation. Lichus exists of a main city base with the given name. There are two branch citys as well. Coldwater - SwordSaint - Coldwater is a place of evil, slavery, and foul dealings. It is not very large, but is the trade hub of the Lichus empire, and so is extremely well guarded. SwordSaint is the closest city to the main Empire. A huge army is housed there, and this army keeps there enemy neighbors at bay and on guard, and hunts down and kills rogue barbarians, giants, and ogre bands. SwordSaint is the military hub, and so is extremely fortified. Also, all members out of SwordSaint are well trained, and noted warriors. Lichus itself is modeled after Volasia. It runs off of commands of the High Queen, and noble houses make up the smaller decisions. Though not evil in and of itself, Corruption runs through the halls of the nobles of Lichus, and so long as it is kept in check, and does not put the whole of Lichus in danger, it is tolerated. Not much is known of the Ruling queen, though agents have been sent to kill her many times, and always failed. Commoners call her the Usurper Queen, or the False queen, as they do not realize she in actuality, was the first Queen of the main nation. As of the next chronicle, no wars have been perpetuated from, or against the Nation of Lichus, though there is hostilities.
Goblins - The hobgoblins had only a small part to play, but were savagely attacked by Lichus for mountain territory. The hobgoblins have consolidated some of there power, and counterattacked lichus several times to no avail. With enemies on both fronts, the hobgoblins grow more and more agressive at each passing day.
The Lost Continent - The orignal continent, whose name has been lost over time, the one that was swallowed by Sheshensis, was released when Sorlah was freed. The commoners believe, by view of the Queen, that such was only a coincidence, and that the continent had been there all along. Still incredibly far away, explorers say that the entire, massive continent is swarming with ancient cities, old powerful creatures, imortals, and an imeasurable amount of undead. The few to make it back said that the continents inhabitants were aware, and hostile of anyone coming to the shores. Many on the main continent believe it is only a matter of time before this continent of undead turns its power and hunger on the empire. Azash seems to have claimed a great seat of power among the lost continent, making him seem even more unfavorable on the main continent.
The Heroes -
Araris FallenShield - Died freeing Sorlah. He was survived by his wife who had three children by him, they in turn had children of there own. It is said that his wish was for his line to be strong and blessed by the gods, and so it seems they were. What is known of Araris is that he was guided by Avania to free Sorlah, and that he was blessed by her as well. During the last fight at the gates that kept Sorlah bound, Araris stood his ground against a great, powerful red dragon, Holding his position until the very end while his allies broke the god free. Although he did not die by his wound, the presence of Sorlah was enough to consume the Knight, though not after being blessed by the Seeking God. His line still remains strong to this day, many devoute worshipers of Tor'kir, Phaethon, and a few to Avania. The line is mostly comprised of soldiers and military, with an occasional priest. The FallenShields still owe there loyalty to Ravenspire, and a mysterious Matriarch who oversees the families progress.
Kaylah Fallenshield - Was uplifted after freeing Sorlah. She was a devout worshiper of Skisk, though with the help of her Cousins she lived an almost normal, and always happy life. She found pleasure and happiness, even in her miserable and monstrous state, and was always optimistic and innocent. In the end Kaylah used her very presence to conceal the power of Sorlah long enough to speak with the god. Even as her essence was consumed, she never once complained, cried, or called out, and it is said she died with a quite sane, and pleasant smile on her face. Kaylah, unlike her comrades, did not die. She rose after death, chosen by her god for her service, and now sits besides skisk in the great endless dark. She is referred to as the Smiling Monster, or the Seed of Infancy. She is worshipped as a protector of children (Many see the minds of a child as mad, much like the more innocent madness of kaylah herself.) She is also widely worshipped by those who seem to be monsters, but are more than that. Half Orcs, and many half breeds have taken up to worshipping skisk through her, and because of this fact the worship of Skisk is no longer cosidered banned.
Zekku Havunoth - Zekku would seek out, and eventually Marry Kaylah Fallenshield. The two would have a few wonderful years together, but no child was ever born of them, though Kaylah did adopt a daughter, little is know as to what happened to it after her departure into godhood. Zekku was the God of Gloves, a mantle holder, and he was also an extremely powerful mage. He was a follower of Skisk, and sought out Kaylah because he feared the various cults would try and capture her and worship her as a god. Zekku eventually fell in love with her, and after bearing his heart and gaining permission from the families, married her. He made her very happy for the few short years they were together. Kaylah was captured by a faction of Skisk, and imprisoned to be worshipped. Using his great power Zekku sought her out, and with the help of his cousins laid siege on the temple they were hiding out in. The mad priests of skisk had set a trap however, and the prison holding Kaylah could only be broke if the main idol of skisk was destroyed. The idol was ancient, and holy, and Kaylah begged her cousins not to destroy it, as it would cause the great Frog God to bring his wrath down upon him. Not one to give up, or let his beauty be trapped forever, Zekku wished that should the Idol be destroyed, he would take its place. With that wish in there minds, the trio systematically destroyed everything, and everyone in the room. With a wry smile and a blown kiss, Zekku disintegrated the Idol. The loss of the old idol caused the entire foundation of the temple to become struck with powerful shockwaves. Unable to leave the temple kaylah had to watch as Zekku gave her one final bow, as his cousins wisked her to safety. From a distance, the heroes watched as the temple sank into oblivion. Heartbroken, Kaylah and her cousins returned home. It is said, days later, as Kaylah was sitting in her garden, mourning her husband, a single sturdy gardeners glove dug itself out of the ground near her feet. In its hand it had a small folded piece of parchment. On it were the words. "If you become a god someday, would you mind digging me out?" No one knows as to the true fate of Zekku, what his wish actually did, or what happened to him after Kaylah transcended. Folklore tells that the ending, much like there life together, was a happy one. (Zekku was not an actual hero, but was later added due to his closeness to Kaylah, and his importance in the good image that Followers of Skisk are now trying to show.)
Alzaroth Fallenshield - Alzaroth died freeing Sorlah. Alzaroth is known by most to have been an excellent archer, though a few believe he was at one time a scout of sorts. What is known, is that in the beginning he had a soft, carefree demeanor. At the end of his life Alzaroth was a man of well tested determination, and sometimes an extremely grim attitude. Alzaroth was succeeded by his wife, though she died shortly after his passing due to mysterious circumstances. His life was blessed with 4 healthy children, and they in turn had children of there own. The line itself is healthy, and still in existence. His line still lives under the Fallenshield title, and although they pay homage to a mysterious Matriarch, the caretaker that came into being after the death of his wife still oversees the branch families business much more directly. It is said that Alzaroth was given a blessing in death, but no one knows for sure what that blessing was. Incredibly powerful, some believe he simply wanted to be tested, to the best of his abilities, and was thus wisked away to Weyleywins side. Others say that his was a darker wish, and that he would see the world tested, as he once was. The Queen has officially dismissed this last bit as a rumor however, though some commonfolk still cling to that tale. Regardless of the type of man he was in the end, he was a hero. He laid his life on the line, and paid the final cost to release a long imprisoned god. His name is a name of honor, and is whispered as a blessing by archers and woodsman across the main continent.
Mesta - The Best Dragon Ever - Mesta died freeing Sorlah. Mesta was a simple minded, carefree copper dragon. (as far as the common folk know) Mesta was also blessed, for she had merged with a powerful artifact long ago, and was capable of breaking seals with the power of her potent dragon breath. Having befriended Alzaroth in the past, she insisted on being there in the end, and it was her power that allowed the seal to be weakened long enough for Alzaroth to fully break the seal with one of his potent arrows of thunder. Mesta's heart was unfortunately merged with the artifact, and mesta had to use all of her own power, and the power of the artifact to keep the seal in check. Unlike many of the heroes, it is said that a woman heard Mesta's last words. "Look at me! only the most powerful Gods can glow this bright!!" Mesta disapeared in a flash of light the moment her breath, and Alzaroths arrow, broke the seal. It is said that Sorlah granted her grandmother, a powerful copper dragon, Mesta's final wish. "While my precious granddaughter dreams in the arms of Avania, let Feromesh and Fishbone collect treasure in her honor, until the day comes when it is enough to appease her appetite." No one knows exactly what the names were meant to be, or what the wish was supposed to do, but recently a pirate taking that name has appeared around Alborine, stealing treasure and causing mischief among the coastal trading shores. Donning rich green clothes, and flaunting gaudy jewelry and incredible skill, he has been dubbed the Emerald Terror of the Coast. Many believe it to be someone trying to steal fame, having heard the common tales. Priests of Phaethon use Mesta as an example, that all dragons can choose to do good, and help the other races of the world when it is needed most.
There were many more that sacrificed and died to make the story come to a whole, but the ones above are those that will truelly be remembered.
and thats that -
Saturday, June 2, 2012
The Master of Ones home.
(Gaming related post)
Keyvahna watched as Orndurst and Gelevelle did battle out in the main courtyard. Gelevelle was a great offensive fighter, but he didnt have much in the way of stamina, and stamina mattered on the battlefield, most often more than simple sheer strength. Neither of them however, were very clever. Keyvahna went back into her home, making her way past her servants. She was always a woman of few words, and used formalities to adress her servants and attendants. She was a proud and regal woman of ravenspire, she had her honor, she had her duties, and she was not to be taken lightly. Keyvahna was a tall beauty, she had not the elegance of Alzaroths wife, but had an intense and strong beauty. Long black hair, dark eyes, a palor to her skin that was both elegant and macabre. The pregnancy was a great gift from the mother of creation, and it was her duty to see to it that her unborn child would come to the world healthy and ready for the harsh reality that was Ravenspire. But Keyvahna had other business to attend today. Her husband would be up soon and in the training yard. If he wasnt trying to lay with her, he was trying to improve himself on the battlefield. He was dull to be sure, but he was dependable, and predictable. She respected the situation she was in, and was duty bound create a long lasting, healthy line to be honored for the ages. That was enough. Not all battles were so easy to win however. Almost on que Keyvahna noticed a small black cat looming by the kitchen door. She eyed the thing, a companion of Alzaroths, and made for the kitchen, shooing away the servants there. "Here then cat. Have at some cream." She set the small delicate bowl of cream on the floor and admired the creature. As he moved to the bowl her thoughts moved to the faults of her husband, to the things in life she desired as a youth, that she would never have now. The dark cat looked at her, then moved to the bowl, so intent on the cream and its deception that it failed to notice the small line of sea salt before its paw had moved over the surface. Keyvahna smirked. "No dark cat, thing of the obsidian king. You have no power here." Gloom found that he could not move, having stepped into the circle he was powerless. How, how could she know. She reached down and removed the bowl, underneath it was a small silver pendant of a long eared rabit. Gloom hissed but could not move. Carefully Keyvahna bit the tip of her finger enough to draw blood, then reaching out she dipped it in the salt, touched it to the silver then began tracing it along the side of gloom, who hissed in sheer agony. "First is my name. Second is my husbands name, and third is the symbol of my children. Test not these words, or they will turn your body to ash, and let it be blown away by the purity of tor'kir." The words glowed and burned a deep red, and vanished into the body of the cat. "Mine is an old family Gloom of Fayn. Word of Evil. Your weakness has had ages to be told. Are you suprised those in this common age have not forgotten your horrible deeds of the past. Take your poisons from this house, and never set foot in it again. You have the borrowed strength and powers of your predicessors, there names, and there weaknesses. I know most, as does the majority of my family, there branches, and the sects that dedicate themselves to tor'kir and banishing your kind and the vile undead of this world." She put the tip of her finger to her lip, enhaled a quick breath and then spit onto gloom. "That blood is your death. My blood, my families blood, will end you should you interfere with it, and the salt will follow your body for all days should strike down even one. We will see you destroyed, Gloom of Fayn. Begone. You have no power here." And as the mantra was said, gloom began fading, hissing all the while, as his power and essence were transfered outside the house, the gates, and finally onto the street outside. Gloom had underestimated that opponent. Foolish. Tassel had found his weakness, surely there were others, survivors that remembered the old ways, the old rites. He would leave her alone, she was an enemy to be sure, but one he could not attack directly. Best to let that house be, for now. Time was a battleground he was familiar with, but it seemed so to was her family. He had no advantage here, and battles fought without advantage were seldom won. Defeated, the black cat hissed once more at the manor and vanished back to his master. Keyvahna cleaned up, and ignored a servant who inquired about the commotion a moment ago. Her husband did not need to know of this. He more than likely already knew something of the creature, but probably not the depths that she and her family did. The charm and rite worked, just like the old books and tales had said. Best to touch up on a bit more old lore, now that it seemed such knowledge would prove useful. Without giving it another thought, the proud, powerful daughter of ravenspire made her way from the kitchen to attend to her husband.
Keyvahna watched as Orndurst and Gelevelle did battle out in the main courtyard. Gelevelle was a great offensive fighter, but he didnt have much in the way of stamina, and stamina mattered on the battlefield, most often more than simple sheer strength. Neither of them however, were very clever. Keyvahna went back into her home, making her way past her servants. She was always a woman of few words, and used formalities to adress her servants and attendants. She was a proud and regal woman of ravenspire, she had her honor, she had her duties, and she was not to be taken lightly. Keyvahna was a tall beauty, she had not the elegance of Alzaroths wife, but had an intense and strong beauty. Long black hair, dark eyes, a palor to her skin that was both elegant and macabre. The pregnancy was a great gift from the mother of creation, and it was her duty to see to it that her unborn child would come to the world healthy and ready for the harsh reality that was Ravenspire. But Keyvahna had other business to attend today. Her husband would be up soon and in the training yard. If he wasnt trying to lay with her, he was trying to improve himself on the battlefield. He was dull to be sure, but he was dependable, and predictable. She respected the situation she was in, and was duty bound create a long lasting, healthy line to be honored for the ages. That was enough. Not all battles were so easy to win however. Almost on que Keyvahna noticed a small black cat looming by the kitchen door. She eyed the thing, a companion of Alzaroths, and made for the kitchen, shooing away the servants there. "Here then cat. Have at some cream." She set the small delicate bowl of cream on the floor and admired the creature. As he moved to the bowl her thoughts moved to the faults of her husband, to the things in life she desired as a youth, that she would never have now. The dark cat looked at her, then moved to the bowl, so intent on the cream and its deception that it failed to notice the small line of sea salt before its paw had moved over the surface. Keyvahna smirked. "No dark cat, thing of the obsidian king. You have no power here." Gloom found that he could not move, having stepped into the circle he was powerless. How, how could she know. She reached down and removed the bowl, underneath it was a small silver pendant of a long eared rabit. Gloom hissed but could not move. Carefully Keyvahna bit the tip of her finger enough to draw blood, then reaching out she dipped it in the salt, touched it to the silver then began tracing it along the side of gloom, who hissed in sheer agony. "First is my name. Second is my husbands name, and third is the symbol of my children. Test not these words, or they will turn your body to ash, and let it be blown away by the purity of tor'kir." The words glowed and burned a deep red, and vanished into the body of the cat. "Mine is an old family Gloom of Fayn. Word of Evil. Your weakness has had ages to be told. Are you suprised those in this common age have not forgotten your horrible deeds of the past. Take your poisons from this house, and never set foot in it again. You have the borrowed strength and powers of your predicessors, there names, and there weaknesses. I know most, as does the majority of my family, there branches, and the sects that dedicate themselves to tor'kir and banishing your kind and the vile undead of this world." She put the tip of her finger to her lip, enhaled a quick breath and then spit onto gloom. "That blood is your death. My blood, my families blood, will end you should you interfere with it, and the salt will follow your body for all days should strike down even one. We will see you destroyed, Gloom of Fayn. Begone. You have no power here." And as the mantra was said, gloom began fading, hissing all the while, as his power and essence were transfered outside the house, the gates, and finally onto the street outside. Gloom had underestimated that opponent. Foolish. Tassel had found his weakness, surely there were others, survivors that remembered the old ways, the old rites. He would leave her alone, she was an enemy to be sure, but one he could not attack directly. Best to let that house be, for now. Time was a battleground he was familiar with, but it seemed so to was her family. He had no advantage here, and battles fought without advantage were seldom won. Defeated, the black cat hissed once more at the manor and vanished back to his master. Keyvahna cleaned up, and ignored a servant who inquired about the commotion a moment ago. Her husband did not need to know of this. He more than likely already knew something of the creature, but probably not the depths that she and her family did. The charm and rite worked, just like the old books and tales had said. Best to touch up on a bit more old lore, now that it seemed such knowledge would prove useful. Without giving it another thought, the proud, powerful daughter of ravenspire made her way from the kitchen to attend to her husband.
Friday, June 1, 2012
A dawn of betrayal?
(Game related post)
Callissa smiled as she past her servants, her thin near elven smile and beautiful features always managed to get a blush or smile from her servants. Wide, curious green eyes, well kept and flowing brown hair. She was beautiful, both inside and out. But she was also a woman, one with secrets, one with flaws, one with desires, and one with a future. Granted, these days her features were growing a bit, she was still pleased to see that her beauty was only slightly diminished, only a bit larger in the mirror. The mistress of the house walked the stone stairs towards her room, she noted a few of the servants looking into her room, and peeked in as well, seeing her husband sleeping soundly, his wings folded cautiously behind him as he lay on his side. Calissa smiled and shooed his servants away, allowing her beloved husband to sleep just a bit longer. The grand party he was planning was on its way, all in the works, and Callissa had aided in the creation of it just as much as the money had aided in getting the space and people needed to make it unforgettable. Callissa moved a finger over the scroll of paper as she moved up the stairs and towards her study. Well, it was both of there studies really, but she enjoyed the paperwork. Alzaroth did not. So it was hers. The scout that had given her the scroll was a veteran, said he had known Alzaroth, and that he wanted to drop it off in person, but had to return to the lines immiediately. The mans name was Ragamonte, an older, scruffy looking human scout with a mustache that covered most of his face, almost comically so. He was half candomian, but he was a raven spire loyalist, and the finest scout captain the forces had seen in a long time. Callissa moved the scroll to her desk and carefully read the text again. Every word burned into her, and she put it to memory, though it was already etched into her mind after its first reading downstairs. The writing was in a very poor common, so obvious an elf had written it.
"Alzaroth, I hope this reaches you. My common is bad, so bear with me. I got your letter, though it took some time. I am doing ok. Things here are getting crazy. Its all I can do to stay alive and get the information back to the forces that need them. Took a few wounds that looked pretty final, but pulled through all the same. I dont like thinking of this war, and the things in this war. I remember our talks, and the talks of a life without all the conflict. I want that kind of life. I hope for that kind of life. Just like you always have. I want a place for myself, a place where I can be myself and escape from the things Ive had to see and do. I know you want that kind of peace as well. We wont find it here. We wont find it anywhere. I know you may not see me like this, but I have always seen you. I hope that when I get back, we can find a place together. I know this seems forward. Being in deaths embrace for so long, being so close to losing everything everyday, it speeds up time. Makes things become clear, especially the future. I look up at the night sky. I see the stars, but I dont see you. Maybe I will some day, when I make it home. I Hope you will be looking for me too. If I do not come home, look after things for me. I have a half sister and a mother. Both are a handful, but they will need to be told about who I was, should I never come back. Ill ask that you look after them if I dont make it back. Even if our being together was not in the stars, no that our friendship will be forever. I hope the fates find you well, and tested, and lead you to the person you were meant to be. Your ears on the ground. Dialanthara/Diane"
Callissa looked the scroll over again and sighed. Her husband would need to see this. Would want to see this. It was obvious that her dear sister had no idea of there marriage or almost any news. She knew getting information to and from the lines was hard, and figured most of the missives either got lost or dismissed. Getting mail to scouts was not only difficult, it was extremely distracting. Callissa sighed again and looked at the letter. Dear sister. What a complication this was. Worse, the whole thing could get blown up by the townsfolk if her sister made a big scene of it all. Though it would go with the stories of the unhappy marriage. Callissa looked up to see that black cat that was always wandering about. She reached out and petted its almost ethereal coat, smiling. A dark though crossed her mind as she looked back down to the scroll. It might almost be better if she never did make it back, both for the family, and for her dear sister herself. As dark as it was, it almost seemed right. Callissa moved to a cabinet and fetched a bottle of elven wine and poured it into a chalice. She took a long drink as she put a hand over the slight bulge in her belly. With a sigh she moved back to her writing desk, trying to dispel the darkness that had krept in there. She smirked, the black cat apparently playing with something on the scroll. What was that in its mouth? A single red rose petal. Red roses, why did that seem familiar in her mind. Ah, crimson rose. Thats what it was. She pet the cats head once more and looked back down at the scroll. She rolled it up and set it aside. She had plans, plans for her dear husband. She grinned as she though of the gift she had bought him. He'd be suprised at the party, which would be fitting. He'd spent all this time and energy on the party, its only fitting he got some reward. Callissa dismissed the thoughts of the scroll for now. She'd have to think of something, some way to present it to him, or deal with it soon enough. But for now, there life was full of happiness. Why ruin it with bad news. The dark cat simply watched on as the woman went about her business.
Callissa smiled as she past her servants, her thin near elven smile and beautiful features always managed to get a blush or smile from her servants. Wide, curious green eyes, well kept and flowing brown hair. She was beautiful, both inside and out. But she was also a woman, one with secrets, one with flaws, one with desires, and one with a future. Granted, these days her features were growing a bit, she was still pleased to see that her beauty was only slightly diminished, only a bit larger in the mirror. The mistress of the house walked the stone stairs towards her room, she noted a few of the servants looking into her room, and peeked in as well, seeing her husband sleeping soundly, his wings folded cautiously behind him as he lay on his side. Calissa smiled and shooed his servants away, allowing her beloved husband to sleep just a bit longer. The grand party he was planning was on its way, all in the works, and Callissa had aided in the creation of it just as much as the money had aided in getting the space and people needed to make it unforgettable. Callissa moved a finger over the scroll of paper as she moved up the stairs and towards her study. Well, it was both of there studies really, but she enjoyed the paperwork. Alzaroth did not. So it was hers. The scout that had given her the scroll was a veteran, said he had known Alzaroth, and that he wanted to drop it off in person, but had to return to the lines immiediately. The mans name was Ragamonte, an older, scruffy looking human scout with a mustache that covered most of his face, almost comically so. He was half candomian, but he was a raven spire loyalist, and the finest scout captain the forces had seen in a long time. Callissa moved the scroll to her desk and carefully read the text again. Every word burned into her, and she put it to memory, though it was already etched into her mind after its first reading downstairs. The writing was in a very poor common, so obvious an elf had written it.
"Alzaroth, I hope this reaches you. My common is bad, so bear with me. I got your letter, though it took some time. I am doing ok. Things here are getting crazy. Its all I can do to stay alive and get the information back to the forces that need them. Took a few wounds that looked pretty final, but pulled through all the same. I dont like thinking of this war, and the things in this war. I remember our talks, and the talks of a life without all the conflict. I want that kind of life. I hope for that kind of life. Just like you always have. I want a place for myself, a place where I can be myself and escape from the things Ive had to see and do. I know you want that kind of peace as well. We wont find it here. We wont find it anywhere. I know you may not see me like this, but I have always seen you. I hope that when I get back, we can find a place together. I know this seems forward. Being in deaths embrace for so long, being so close to losing everything everyday, it speeds up time. Makes things become clear, especially the future. I look up at the night sky. I see the stars, but I dont see you. Maybe I will some day, when I make it home. I Hope you will be looking for me too. If I do not come home, look after things for me. I have a half sister and a mother. Both are a handful, but they will need to be told about who I was, should I never come back. Ill ask that you look after them if I dont make it back. Even if our being together was not in the stars, no that our friendship will be forever. I hope the fates find you well, and tested, and lead you to the person you were meant to be. Your ears on the ground. Dialanthara/Diane"
Callissa looked the scroll over again and sighed. Her husband would need to see this. Would want to see this. It was obvious that her dear sister had no idea of there marriage or almost any news. She knew getting information to and from the lines was hard, and figured most of the missives either got lost or dismissed. Getting mail to scouts was not only difficult, it was extremely distracting. Callissa sighed again and looked at the letter. Dear sister. What a complication this was. Worse, the whole thing could get blown up by the townsfolk if her sister made a big scene of it all. Though it would go with the stories of the unhappy marriage. Callissa looked up to see that black cat that was always wandering about. She reached out and petted its almost ethereal coat, smiling. A dark though crossed her mind as she looked back down to the scroll. It might almost be better if she never did make it back, both for the family, and for her dear sister herself. As dark as it was, it almost seemed right. Callissa moved to a cabinet and fetched a bottle of elven wine and poured it into a chalice. She took a long drink as she put a hand over the slight bulge in her belly. With a sigh she moved back to her writing desk, trying to dispel the darkness that had krept in there. She smirked, the black cat apparently playing with something on the scroll. What was that in its mouth? A single red rose petal. Red roses, why did that seem familiar in her mind. Ah, crimson rose. Thats what it was. She pet the cats head once more and looked back down at the scroll. She rolled it up and set it aside. She had plans, plans for her dear husband. She grinned as she though of the gift she had bought him. He'd be suprised at the party, which would be fitting. He'd spent all this time and energy on the party, its only fitting he got some reward. Callissa dismissed the thoughts of the scroll for now. She'd have to think of something, some way to present it to him, or deal with it soon enough. But for now, there life was full of happiness. Why ruin it with bad news. The dark cat simply watched on as the woman went about her business.
A gloomy day
(This is a gaming related my post about my current campaign.)
Master. A relative term really, for no one is master or slave. The term itself is ellusive and meaningless. Gloom watched outside of the tower window. Rain, clouds, a dark and dismal day. All relative. With his new found power he could make a difference. A real difference. Alzaroth was a good man, a good person, and had let gloom do as he pleased for the most part. He would be rewarded. There was no reason to destroy a man such as him. For a such a man doesnt actually exist. Underneath the almost frenetic goodness that is Alzaroth is darkness waiting to happen. Gloom knew he would have to do nothing to see it blossom. It was coming, all on its own, like an innevitable storm. In all honesty, such a change would be troublesome. Evil, the destructive kind that fayn so desired, was actually hard to perpetuate for long. No, steps always had to take place, steps that would result in something that would cause long term destruction and suffering. Alzaroth falling into despair and darkness would be short lived, for his frenzied destruction would undoubtedly spell his own demise. No, Alzaroth wasnt a target for Fayns glory, such would be pointless. But Alzaroth was going towards a goal that would most assuredly bring about great destruction. There was something to this quest, this sword, the queens. It was all tied. Fayn could not impart the knowledge, and it was sealed from Glooms memory for a reason. A mandate of the gods, but for some reason the mortals were allowed to participate. The scale of this quest could be far reaching indeed. But gloom would not be free, not yet, not until the 12th incarnation of his master had passed. He must follow this bloodline for a bit, until it diluted his pact to the point where he could break free of it. Until then he would bless his masters with whatever it was they desired, it assured his destruction could not happen after all. Oh, but the things he would do for his masters, in there honor, in there name. A glorious day it would be, a glorious age. Gloom noticed something move below. A shape, the one he'd been waiting for all day. Another piece to be put onto his board. Gracefully and silently glooms form shimmered and faded as the dark godling began to make his move.
Master. A relative term really, for no one is master or slave. The term itself is ellusive and meaningless. Gloom watched outside of the tower window. Rain, clouds, a dark and dismal day. All relative. With his new found power he could make a difference. A real difference. Alzaroth was a good man, a good person, and had let gloom do as he pleased for the most part. He would be rewarded. There was no reason to destroy a man such as him. For a such a man doesnt actually exist. Underneath the almost frenetic goodness that is Alzaroth is darkness waiting to happen. Gloom knew he would have to do nothing to see it blossom. It was coming, all on its own, like an innevitable storm. In all honesty, such a change would be troublesome. Evil, the destructive kind that fayn so desired, was actually hard to perpetuate for long. No, steps always had to take place, steps that would result in something that would cause long term destruction and suffering. Alzaroth falling into despair and darkness would be short lived, for his frenzied destruction would undoubtedly spell his own demise. No, Alzaroth wasnt a target for Fayns glory, such would be pointless. But Alzaroth was going towards a goal that would most assuredly bring about great destruction. There was something to this quest, this sword, the queens. It was all tied. Fayn could not impart the knowledge, and it was sealed from Glooms memory for a reason. A mandate of the gods, but for some reason the mortals were allowed to participate. The scale of this quest could be far reaching indeed. But gloom would not be free, not yet, not until the 12th incarnation of his master had passed. He must follow this bloodline for a bit, until it diluted his pact to the point where he could break free of it. Until then he would bless his masters with whatever it was they desired, it assured his destruction could not happen after all. Oh, but the things he would do for his masters, in there honor, in there name. A glorious day it would be, a glorious age. Gloom noticed something move below. A shape, the one he'd been waiting for all day. Another piece to be put onto his board. Gracefully and silently glooms form shimmered and faded as the dark godling began to make his move.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Feromesh the Emerald Terror of the Coast!
(This is a gaming related post.)
Mesta stared at Feromesh, the Emerald Terror of the Coast! .. but there was something off. The eye patch with its little emerald stud worked fine... and the Artifact sword in his hand made him look dashing and brave. Definitely a coast worthy terror. Mesta yawned, and like always she felt the presence of Sky Render diminish. She formed a coy reptilian grin. Mesta.. slayer of the gods. That is what she was now. A god killer. well, she'd always been a god killer. But now, now she had absorbed the very power of the gods, which made her an invincible god killer. Definitely a step up. But Feromesh was still just an Emerald Terror. With his faithful skeletal dog, Fishbone. Fishbone, or the skeletal remains of him, were placed next to the side of Feromesh. Mesta pawed at her treasure a bit and rearanged some of the coins. She was growing bored. She wanted to fly, to let loose and rampage the countryside... At the very least she'd like to take a swim and eat some fish. Rampaging took a lot of energy, and god killers had to conserve. Maybe she'd go on an adventure with Alzaroth. The last one was fun, she saved him and everything. Her ambush was a perfect sucess! That was an odd smell on him though, that last time he was around. What was it again, she'd eaten one and not liked it much. Found it in the forest.. was it a fey? Fey did have a strange taste about them. Oh well. It wasnt a strong smell, probably just something he bumped up agains. She scooped up a small pile of coins in her mouth and layed her head down, closing her eyes slowly. Maybe Kayla would come by. She was a nice thing. She always polished her scales and filed her claws. The books Kayla read said that all princesses and proper ladies should groom six to ten times a day. She told Mesta that those rules probably applied to dragons. Mesta sighed again. Dragons had lots of things to do all the time. No wonder they were always tired. Her eyes closed fully. Maybe Feromesh needed a new set of boots...
Mesta stared at Feromesh, the Emerald Terror of the Coast! .. but there was something off. The eye patch with its little emerald stud worked fine... and the Artifact sword in his hand made him look dashing and brave. Definitely a coast worthy terror. Mesta yawned, and like always she felt the presence of Sky Render diminish. She formed a coy reptilian grin. Mesta.. slayer of the gods. That is what she was now. A god killer. well, she'd always been a god killer. But now, now she had absorbed the very power of the gods, which made her an invincible god killer. Definitely a step up. But Feromesh was still just an Emerald Terror. With his faithful skeletal dog, Fishbone. Fishbone, or the skeletal remains of him, were placed next to the side of Feromesh. Mesta pawed at her treasure a bit and rearanged some of the coins. She was growing bored. She wanted to fly, to let loose and rampage the countryside... At the very least she'd like to take a swim and eat some fish. Rampaging took a lot of energy, and god killers had to conserve. Maybe she'd go on an adventure with Alzaroth. The last one was fun, she saved him and everything. Her ambush was a perfect sucess! That was an odd smell on him though, that last time he was around. What was it again, she'd eaten one and not liked it much. Found it in the forest.. was it a fey? Fey did have a strange taste about them. Oh well. It wasnt a strong smell, probably just something he bumped up agains. She scooped up a small pile of coins in her mouth and layed her head down, closing her eyes slowly. Maybe Kayla would come by. She was a nice thing. She always polished her scales and filed her claws. The books Kayla read said that all princesses and proper ladies should groom six to ten times a day. She told Mesta that those rules probably applied to dragons. Mesta sighed again. Dragons had lots of things to do all the time. No wonder they were always tired. Her eyes closed fully. Maybe Feromesh needed a new set of boots...
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