Kael'###### Soul######tah, The legend begins Options

[Stinkingyeti]

Part 1 - Genesis

We set the scene with a stormy night, tempest winds and all. Picture a shack if you will, nay, a shanty. It rests precariously upon a precipice. Shantily. The sky being full of rolling black clouds and jagged lightning creates a flashing scene with no sound but the rumble of thunder and the crash of waves.

Through these flashes of light, an observer of this shanty may note the coming and going of a few. Eager to be done with their tasks before the skies open up. What tasks? You may ask... Well...Tonight it is happening. A legend is being born. How can he be a legend if he is not yet born? You may ask again...Well...It's my god damned story and my character, he'll be a legend if i say so now stop asking bloody questions!

Anyway, this aforementioned observer with keen ears notes the wailing of a women and the crescendo of building disagreements between the only male and a near score of midwives. Foolish man, he may have withstood the power of dragons and liches, but none can withstand a score of determined women. You see gentle viewers, this is no ordinary pregnancy. This child was conceived during the blood moon ritual whereupon the denizens of the forest may appear in human form for a scant few hours. Evidently these were some happy hours for this particular lady and the alpha male of the pack, Two Moons On The Meadow.

Now, we shan't bore you with the gory details of what goes on inside this shanty, this keen observer has somewhat of a frail constitution. Needless to say, eventually the screams stopped and the crying began. However, it was not just the cry of a newborn that could be heard, but also the keening of the midwives. For their charge was tonight taken from them.

The Husband, sensing what had happened, stormed towards the shanty with his blade in hand, lightning piercing the night sky behind him and illuminating his gaunt face. His blade was, however, not to be of use this night as the midwives had planned for this and scattered in pairs, each pair carrying a bundle. Ten groups fled into the night with ten destinations in mind. Only a few knew who actually had the baby but all knew their obligation.

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Across town, the raucous noise of men in their cups greeted this ominous night as the innkeeper opened his back door to toss out the slops, only to be surprised instead by a young lady with a baby. Any other time and he would've shut the door in her face, slammed it in fact to drive the point home. But the fortune teller who had come through his taproom that day had given him a reading not to be trifled with. Exactly what fortune was told to him is known only to him and the gods, for that teller never did leave the inn.

Instead, the innkeeper took in the shivering child and the babe in her arms, for a child she was. No more than ten summers of that he was certain. He had prepared a room for a guest, not knowing who to expect, and certainly not expecting a child. He took her into the kitchen and told the staff to close for the night. After the building was clear he took her down to the cellar and after a short blow with the back of the shovel, began to bury her next to the teller. The babe slept on.

The next day he hired a governess and set her up in a small room nearby the inn. She was paid a princely sum to raise the child as her own until it came of age. As she began to walk to her new home she turned to ask the innkeeper the babe's name. He replied with a string of curses and stormed off. She thought to herself that she would name the child herself, but for some reason could not remove the sound of those curses from her mind.

And so, the story begins of Kael'###### Soul######tah, the legendary Avenger!

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This post has been edited by Stinkingyeti: Nov 19 2011, 12:09 AM

[Stinkingyeti]

So yeah, i was in a writing mood when i got home last night. And curse the overzealous swear filtering.

[6d6]

Nice write up. Brutal in places. Your turn next mckillington.

[Stinkingyeti]

I intentionally left it fairly open with some of those characters too so that they might be of use in future games. There's the innkeeper who's connected for some reason but is not happy about it, and he's a right bastard too.

There's the husband who might carry bitter thoughts or maybe wants to aid the only connection to his lost wife. The group of midwives might well belong to a cult of sorts.

Then there's the father as well.

The governess is gonna get it in the next story so.

[McKillington]

Okay so this is what I have so far, just about to intro Baz, apologies for how short it is as there is allot of skyrim to play.

Setting is just prior to the start of our first session, setting scene and introducing characters to each other, maybe a bit of a reason why 2 Warfordged a gnome, reverant, a Razorclaw and a Halfling (not to mention the Human) would be traveling together.


Nyx’s eyes were huge with interest as she sat in the back of the wooden cart and listen to the stories filling her mind with images of the world that was. The car that slowly ambled through a dim forest path was old, rickety and filled with a most unlikely group of travelling companions. In front of Nyx sat Cerberus, the not-so-young but enigmatic Revenant. Cerberus who seemed just has happy draining the life force from anyone who got in his way as he was filling little Nyx’s head with stories of his previous lifetime. Raising his arms high above his head Cerberus was demonstrating with his hands how he lead an aerial assault against 3 black Wyvern while atop his giant Gryfalcon Artemis. The previous week when Cerberus had retold the story it had only been 1 Wyvern but Nyx was never concerned with details, as far as she was concerned they got in the way of great story telling. Besides Nyx, Eeee yawned and curled up into a ball and began to doze in the warm summer air. The little halfling was strange even to Nyx’s gnomish upbringing. She couldn’t remember when or how he joined up with Nyx and Shor’s group heading to Fallcrest…or even why. As the Tinman was oft to grumble, the Halfling added no benefit to the group save getting them into peculiar and perilous situations. Nyx shivered as she remembered the rain of grey ooze incident that happened last month where she had barely escaped with all her skin. A dark flash of anti-light brought her attention back to Cerberus; the redead was casually flicking balls of darkness between his hands and explaining how he had heroically fought the dark mage cabal of the Red Hand Slayers. Kaelphuk howled with laughter as Cerberus described how he had slain the human leader by gutting him with his own ceremonial knife. Nyx wrinkled her nose at him; he was stinky like a yeti. The Razorclaw had been traveling with Cerberus when the pair joined with her the Tinman and Sprocket. Although she noticed he shunned large towns and quiet around humans he had come alive since they had left Cloudsreach growing more content the further the group got from civilization and pushed along lonely wagon trails down the foothills of Albion and into the forests of Wattermaark. Eee kicked a little and whimpered in his sleep as Ceberus continued his story of disemboweling head mages.

Nyx’s eyes wandered and she found herself following the flight of a bright blue butterfly as it danced through the afternoon air. The butterfly floated around the Tinman and Sprockets heads as they drove the wagon. She giggled to herself as the fly perched itself on the Tinmans head. The usually stoic warden looked, to her, quite amusing with the gaudy insect riding prominently on his helmet. A gust of breeze seemed to pick up the Butterfly and Nyx watched with unrestrained awe as it tumbled through the air into the back of the wagon; so beautiful, so delicate. Cerberus looked down at the insect and touched it with his index finger. The instant his digit came in contact with it, the butterfly shriveled up, its entirety of it’s colour draining in a second. Nyx gasped and Cerberus interrupted his story to give her a questioning look.
“What is wrong child?” he asked.
“You Killed It!” she threw back accusingly drawing herself up to her full height of 3 feet. The fists clenched at her sides began to glow with cosmic power. Cerberus eyes rolled back into his head and he began to chant under his breath, his body seeming to absorb the light around him. Neither of the spell casters noticed Kael lift his face to the breeze. He took a deep breath.
“I smell man!” he growled. With that he thumped his fist onto the deck of the wagon to gain the attention of the pair. “Snap out of it you two, your squabbling like pups!” Both of the casters physically sagged as they released their pent up energies.
“What’s going on?” asked Nyx, her breathing ragged from the release of power, blue hair still standing on end from the cosmic energies passing through her. Cerberus eyed her suspiciously, also breathing heavier than usual an shrugged dismissively at the little Gnome girl.
Kael took another sniff on the air, “We have company” he replied. As if to punctuate his remark, an arrow punched its way out of the foliage and buried itself between the pair of Warforged sitting up on the seat.

[McKillington]

I think instead of directly ripping off Firefly with having Baz a bandit, I will make him from an alimony collection agency...to tie in with Khael awesome critical fumbles...

[Stinkingyeti]

I have plans in the next part of my story to tie him in to the childhood memories somehow. There has to be a bond to allow for the toleration of a human around, i'm just not sure what yet.

Also, love how i get reminded of that scene in the lord of the rings with the uruk hai. "What is it, what do you smell?" "Manflesh!". Hehe.

[Stinkingyeti]

Oh and, i'm just shy of level 30, i'm the arch mage and now working on the dark brotherhood lines, 76 conjuration, 61 destruction, probably around 72 smithing and about 48 enchanting.

The character is mostly a necromancer with elements of other styles thrown in for fun.

[6d6]

Nice story. so Baz was previously a hired goon for the alimony agency but why did he ditch his employers and switch sides?....hmm maybe some sort of conflict of interest? repressed traumatic childhood memory that resurfaces due to unforseen circumstances? offers of more coin and free booze?

Lol @ skyrim. You can't be the arch-mage. I'm the arch-mage! Just finished the spell academy quests on the weekend. That game made my weekend vanish. Lvl 17 destruction mage. No weapons or armour. Just spells. Magica regen buff is at around +250% thanks to pimped out clothes.