Hadraz Khadoon….Molten Heart
Hadraz Khadoon is the dwarf I spoke of sir. This is short and simple really. He is not like the others of this group so far. He is a dwarven prince who has been banished from his kingdom for his defying of the ancient ways. He wears no beard. Amongst his people he is know as “The faceless one”. For to them a man with no beard is a man without a face. He has no defining character. So Hadraz has left his kingdom plying his trade and slayer. The three previous applicants have all run into him at one point. They find him not to so bright for he will accept no money if he feels the person can not afford it. He might be the soul of this team. Though anger lives within him, he keeps it under control only to be unleashed at the right time.
I saw this for myself when in our travelling we were accosted by three large ruffians. I watched their clubs break upon his armor. I saw their swords shatter upon contact with his axe. I saw him break their bones with such brutal efficiency. Once they had been dealt with he turned to me and began to apologize profusely for what he had done. He saw it is the way of his people to be so brutal and he is trying to overcome it. He wants to be more the anvil upon which things are forged than the instruments that it creates. He wants to be the teacher not the destroyer. He feels this fits our mission. For the more of the darkness in the world that can be removed the less death he must give upon the world.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Shadowhunter
Kardarias….Shadowhunter
The one known as blackmoore didn’t so much as guide me to this one, but brought him to me. It seems Kardarias has been trying to collect on a long-standing bounty on the head of our demon associate. Years ago when Blackmoore crafted his own little mortal coil rebellion against the Underworld, he put a price on his head. A large price from what I gathered of their conversation. Now here is where I shall let you in on something I am pretty sure they do not know I heard. It seems the one named Shadowhunter carries a demonically possessed bow. Not just any demon though but an upper lord of the Clan Vk’uu. I with my own eyes saw it instantaneously cripple Blackmoore. As he lay on the ground I realized one very useful fact, Demons maybe tricky deceptive creatures yet compared to an elf with no compunction for morals or decency they are mere children. I think the way of the elf left kardarias soul when the elven nation departed long ago.
From what I can gather, the bow has been his weapon of choice since his earliest days. He was from a family of archers so it was inherent that he would chose it. The shocking thing is for most of his life he was bested by every other member of his family. So in a fit of rage he left the lands to learn to use his bow. He journeyed for fifty years learning from the best archers of the world. Upon the fifty anniversary of his departure he arrived for his family’s archery games. Here he demonstrated his new lethal prowess. He bested his brothers with ease. None could match his precision, speed, or power. He had become a standard by which all in the kingdom would be judged. Somewhere an archer of the most infernal prowess gathered his ire at a mortal with such skill, and soon he would bring forth a challenge.
So as Kardarias slept the demon Priafin appeared to him. This sly demon was not a beast such as blackmoore but a sugar tongued demon prince. His skill with the bow was known through the entire underworld. It was his skill that had truly carried out many an assassination in the past. So his pride broke he made a deal with Kardarias. A contest, if kardarias one his bow would be imbued with priafin himself. Greatest archers of the over and under world in one package, but if he lost he would be blinded and his fingers removed. He would never be able to fire an arrow again. Kardarias was not born to be prideful he learned it and he learned it well. He accepted the challenge and the bargain was set.
The challenge was like many archery contests but with a twist. In front of their target would be a mass of people. They would not see the elf or demon but if an arrow passed through them they would die just as if they were truly there. Priafin smiled seeing the elf realization at what he must do. Priafin giving the shock time to pass was the first to fire. In perfection of form he fired four shots which were perfectly straight and hit their target. As he fired his fifth and final shot he heard a familiar sound. He turned to see kardarias just lower his bow from taking a shot. Priafin spun realizing what had transpired. He saw it. He saw his own arrow hit by the elf’s. He saw his arrow veer off course and land in the arm of a small child. He watched in horror as everybody now looked upon him. Upon this world he had none of his demonic gifts, turning to Kardarias he snarled. Kardarias looked back and with a calculated look he made the demon a deal.
Kardarias would take the blame for hitting the child and be banished from his kingdom forever, but only if the demon became one with his bow. Priafin looked at him and nodded in agreement. As priafin dissipated into pure power form and enveloped the bow, he realized he had been tricked. As it set in kardarias smiled and fired and arrow quickly into a local hood he recognized. With speed he kicked the bow to the man’s feet. He quickly alerted everyone to who had shot the child. He had tricked the demon.
Now as he stared down at the agonizing blackmoore he smiled. He had tricked another demon, but not planning on loosing one of our new agents I approached. I could not offer him more money, but I could offer him something. I offered him a quiver of our blessed arrows. Ever replenishing and burning with the fires of above. He smiled at me and agreed. It seemed too easy really. Only time will tell. After accepting my offer he walked to the fallen demon and ripped the arrow free. Blackmoore looked up thanking him, but was soon given a new present as Kardarias boot heel was soon stepping on the wound. I think there is far more history here than we are getting. Frankly that is where I left them. I am off to the mountains. A dwarf awaits me.
The one known as blackmoore didn’t so much as guide me to this one, but brought him to me. It seems Kardarias has been trying to collect on a long-standing bounty on the head of our demon associate. Years ago when Blackmoore crafted his own little mortal coil rebellion against the Underworld, he put a price on his head. A large price from what I gathered of their conversation. Now here is where I shall let you in on something I am pretty sure they do not know I heard. It seems the one named Shadowhunter carries a demonically possessed bow. Not just any demon though but an upper lord of the Clan Vk’uu. I with my own eyes saw it instantaneously cripple Blackmoore. As he lay on the ground I realized one very useful fact, Demons maybe tricky deceptive creatures yet compared to an elf with no compunction for morals or decency they are mere children. I think the way of the elf left kardarias soul when the elven nation departed long ago.
From what I can gather, the bow has been his weapon of choice since his earliest days. He was from a family of archers so it was inherent that he would chose it. The shocking thing is for most of his life he was bested by every other member of his family. So in a fit of rage he left the lands to learn to use his bow. He journeyed for fifty years learning from the best archers of the world. Upon the fifty anniversary of his departure he arrived for his family’s archery games. Here he demonstrated his new lethal prowess. He bested his brothers with ease. None could match his precision, speed, or power. He had become a standard by which all in the kingdom would be judged. Somewhere an archer of the most infernal prowess gathered his ire at a mortal with such skill, and soon he would bring forth a challenge.
So as Kardarias slept the demon Priafin appeared to him. This sly demon was not a beast such as blackmoore but a sugar tongued demon prince. His skill with the bow was known through the entire underworld. It was his skill that had truly carried out many an assassination in the past. So his pride broke he made a deal with Kardarias. A contest, if kardarias one his bow would be imbued with priafin himself. Greatest archers of the over and under world in one package, but if he lost he would be blinded and his fingers removed. He would never be able to fire an arrow again. Kardarias was not born to be prideful he learned it and he learned it well. He accepted the challenge and the bargain was set.
The challenge was like many archery contests but with a twist. In front of their target would be a mass of people. They would not see the elf or demon but if an arrow passed through them they would die just as if they were truly there. Priafin smiled seeing the elf realization at what he must do. Priafin giving the shock time to pass was the first to fire. In perfection of form he fired four shots which were perfectly straight and hit their target. As he fired his fifth and final shot he heard a familiar sound. He turned to see kardarias just lower his bow from taking a shot. Priafin spun realizing what had transpired. He saw it. He saw his own arrow hit by the elf’s. He saw his arrow veer off course and land in the arm of a small child. He watched in horror as everybody now looked upon him. Upon this world he had none of his demonic gifts, turning to Kardarias he snarled. Kardarias looked back and with a calculated look he made the demon a deal.
Kardarias would take the blame for hitting the child and be banished from his kingdom forever, but only if the demon became one with his bow. Priafin looked at him and nodded in agreement. As priafin dissipated into pure power form and enveloped the bow, he realized he had been tricked. As it set in kardarias smiled and fired and arrow quickly into a local hood he recognized. With speed he kicked the bow to the man’s feet. He quickly alerted everyone to who had shot the child. He had tricked the demon.
Now as he stared down at the agonizing blackmoore he smiled. He had tricked another demon, but not planning on loosing one of our new agents I approached. I could not offer him more money, but I could offer him something. I offered him a quiver of our blessed arrows. Ever replenishing and burning with the fires of above. He smiled at me and agreed. It seemed too easy really. Only time will tell. After accepting my offer he walked to the fallen demon and ripped the arrow free. Blackmoore looked up thanking him, but was soon given a new present as Kardarias boot heel was soon stepping on the wound. I think there is far more history here than we are getting. Frankly that is where I left them. I am off to the mountains. A dwarf awaits me.
Monday, February 21, 2005
The Infernal Within
Blackmoore….The Infernal Within
When asking whom Miss Vedru would suggest for our project she only had one name, Blackmoore. Gareth Blackmoore to be exact. She said his goals match ours his personality lends to keeping things quiet. Oddly though when I questioned her what she felt about him, she replied “he is like that crust in your eyes when you wake up in the morning.” One would think someone she recommends so highly would be thought of better, but I quickly came to learn these peoples are nothing more than mere hooligans and scoundrels. They all just wait for the next scam, scheme, or big pay off. I saw more in this Mister Blackmoore. So I headed off to Dar, on the border of the northern mountains. Apparently he had taken up working in one of the logging/mining towns. He should be in good shape and perfect for what lies ahead.
When I came upon the town I found it barren except for one tavern and inn, the rest of the population lived in the mines or log cabin bunks. I went to the tavern to get something to drink for I was thirsty. I noticed in the back of the inn main room several gentlemen ere playing cards of some sort. For an hour the game had progressed well to the accusation of cheating reared its head. It quickly escalated as one pulled a dagger and gashed the large man at the table across the face. I have seen things such as this before, but not what happened afterward. The mammoth of a man had a secret.
Where the skin had ripped away there was no flesh. Instead there was yet another layer of hide of some sort underneath. He pulled off the rest of the skin snarling. He grabbed and head-butted the dagger wielding man. The man dropped to the floor in slump his nose gushing blood. The other two quickly moved the table out the way and attacked the beast. Within minutes everybody in the inn had joined the tussle all trying to take the large man down. Like a field beast trying to be tamed by farmers men were being flung around the inn. The sound of their bodies hitting the wall was sickening frankly. Honestly, I believe the whole situation was over in only a matter of minutes. The creature left still drinking from a bottle heading off into the snows.
I followed behind him deep into the forest till we came to a burned down cabin. He shoved down the door to the place that fell in a loud crash. He meandered indoors and plopped down at a table. He began to drink heavily from his glass mumbling about the horrible things like sunlight, decency, gods, and other wretched mortal things. As I approached, I announced my self. My voice was quickly silenced as a large axe was placed at my throat. Sir, I assure you once money was settled he will work for his with no problems. I am to embarrassed by what actually transpired to tell you. May Domarot and you forgive me.
When asking whom Miss Vedru would suggest for our project she only had one name, Blackmoore. Gareth Blackmoore to be exact. She said his goals match ours his personality lends to keeping things quiet. Oddly though when I questioned her what she felt about him, she replied “he is like that crust in your eyes when you wake up in the morning.” One would think someone she recommends so highly would be thought of better, but I quickly came to learn these peoples are nothing more than mere hooligans and scoundrels. They all just wait for the next scam, scheme, or big pay off. I saw more in this Mister Blackmoore. So I headed off to Dar, on the border of the northern mountains. Apparently he had taken up working in one of the logging/mining towns. He should be in good shape and perfect for what lies ahead.
When I came upon the town I found it barren except for one tavern and inn, the rest of the population lived in the mines or log cabin bunks. I went to the tavern to get something to drink for I was thirsty. I noticed in the back of the inn main room several gentlemen ere playing cards of some sort. For an hour the game had progressed well to the accusation of cheating reared its head. It quickly escalated as one pulled a dagger and gashed the large man at the table across the face. I have seen things such as this before, but not what happened afterward. The mammoth of a man had a secret.
Where the skin had ripped away there was no flesh. Instead there was yet another layer of hide of some sort underneath. He pulled off the rest of the skin snarling. He grabbed and head-butted the dagger wielding man. The man dropped to the floor in slump his nose gushing blood. The other two quickly moved the table out the way and attacked the beast. Within minutes everybody in the inn had joined the tussle all trying to take the large man down. Like a field beast trying to be tamed by farmers men were being flung around the inn. The sound of their bodies hitting the wall was sickening frankly. Honestly, I believe the whole situation was over in only a matter of minutes. The creature left still drinking from a bottle heading off into the snows.
I followed behind him deep into the forest till we came to a burned down cabin. He shoved down the door to the place that fell in a loud crash. He meandered indoors and plopped down at a table. He began to drink heavily from his glass mumbling about the horrible things like sunlight, decency, gods, and other wretched mortal things. As I approached, I announced my self. My voice was quickly silenced as a large axe was placed at my throat. Sir, I assure you once money was settled he will work for his with no problems. I am to embarrassed by what actually transpired to tell you. May Domarot and you forgive me.
Sunday, February 20, 2005
The Princess of Dusk
To the Head Seat of the Order of Domarot
Master you have requested I search out a group of “trackers”. Using the basic guidelines you gave me for choosing I only found one that fit our needs. Of those you suggested they would not suit our purpose. They are too renown or too high upon being recognized publicly. The one I think we can use is Atin Vadru.
Atin Vedru…. Princess of Dusk
I stumbled upon Atin Vedru by clear chance my lord. Upon entering the coastal town of Traj, I traveled to our temple their. As I neared the temple I found it in flames. I ran towards it to see if the fire was trying to be controlled but a far more disturbing site greeted me. Three horribly disfigured creatures burst from the massive oak doors their bodies in flames. Where the flesh had burned away though barbed bones and talons could be seen. One spun his eyes ignited. He lunged towards me but his body exploded in a wave of gore and blood. As wiped the gore from my face, I saw her. A high collared coat hid her face, only the eyes ablaze with vengeance could be seen. She ran forward throwing a dagger past my head. I spun around to avoid the blade only to see the creature behind me stumble back clutching the dagger now lodged in its throat. His body fell as he began to spasm. I stumbled up to my feet as the third one managed to run away, sadly for him it was off a nearby cliff.
I was quite frightened by her, I must admit. She was no taller or bigger than most women of our order. She gave off an aura of darkness though that made me want to fall to my knees in prayer in front of her. She approached removing her hat. She unbuttoned her collar and lowered her bandana around her lower face. Now that I could look upon her I was even more astonished. She was attractive. Her appeal was even more enhanced by her dark hair with a streak of blond. She flicked her hand against her coat lighting a match. She then lit up a cigar pulled from a silver case. When I say we are looking at a working with a walking conundrum she surely fits the bill. I approached her with your satchel containing your mission. She took it and offered me to eat with her.
When we arrived at the local inn a meal was already waiting for her. As we ate and I surely did eat. She told me of the foolishness of what you are considering. She demeaned our religion and most others for that matter. She even made gestures that if I surely spent one night with her that I would defy my own god. She is the vilest creature I have ever encountered. Yet I believe she will fit our purposes. Even if she is a brazen female who smokes, curses, and drinks far more than she should. She has the tattoo of the elven raven god, Kida, upon the left side of her face. If you recall he is the trickster of the elven gods. Surely we shall watch her with caution. Just as I imagine she will watch us. Seeing as how none of our others worked out, she has suggested some another choice. What follows is one of the most horrid dregs of society.
Master you have requested I search out a group of “trackers”. Using the basic guidelines you gave me for choosing I only found one that fit our needs. Of those you suggested they would not suit our purpose. They are too renown or too high upon being recognized publicly. The one I think we can use is Atin Vadru.
Atin Vedru…. Princess of Dusk
I stumbled upon Atin Vedru by clear chance my lord. Upon entering the coastal town of Traj, I traveled to our temple their. As I neared the temple I found it in flames. I ran towards it to see if the fire was trying to be controlled but a far more disturbing site greeted me. Three horribly disfigured creatures burst from the massive oak doors their bodies in flames. Where the flesh had burned away though barbed bones and talons could be seen. One spun his eyes ignited. He lunged towards me but his body exploded in a wave of gore and blood. As wiped the gore from my face, I saw her. A high collared coat hid her face, only the eyes ablaze with vengeance could be seen. She ran forward throwing a dagger past my head. I spun around to avoid the blade only to see the creature behind me stumble back clutching the dagger now lodged in its throat. His body fell as he began to spasm. I stumbled up to my feet as the third one managed to run away, sadly for him it was off a nearby cliff.
I was quite frightened by her, I must admit. She was no taller or bigger than most women of our order. She gave off an aura of darkness though that made me want to fall to my knees in prayer in front of her. She approached removing her hat. She unbuttoned her collar and lowered her bandana around her lower face. Now that I could look upon her I was even more astonished. She was attractive. Her appeal was even more enhanced by her dark hair with a streak of blond. She flicked her hand against her coat lighting a match. She then lit up a cigar pulled from a silver case. When I say we are looking at a working with a walking conundrum she surely fits the bill. I approached her with your satchel containing your mission. She took it and offered me to eat with her.
When we arrived at the local inn a meal was already waiting for her. As we ate and I surely did eat. She told me of the foolishness of what you are considering. She demeaned our religion and most others for that matter. She even made gestures that if I surely spent one night with her that I would defy my own god. She is the vilest creature I have ever encountered. Yet I believe she will fit our purposes. Even if she is a brazen female who smokes, curses, and drinks far more than she should. She has the tattoo of the elven raven god, Kida, upon the left side of her face. If you recall he is the trickster of the elven gods. Surely we shall watch her with caution. Just as I imagine she will watch us. Seeing as how none of our others worked out, she has suggested some another choice. What follows is one of the most horrid dregs of society.
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