Showing posts with label The Antagonists. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Antagonists. Show all posts

Saturday, September 19, 2009

A broken heart, A broken Soul

During his youth, if there is anyone Turcanor Everlighted loved more than anything else, it was his father. His proud father was a model wielder of the light, Champion of Tyr and defender of everything that was good and just and pure in Faerun. He also was a loving father who tended to Turcanor's every needs, taught him the letters and the sword. But one day, his father had gone and never again did he see him... alive.

The young Turcanor was them raised by the Church and taken into his vows of paladinhood at the age of 14. He was then given the only thing the church had found of his loved father: The Everlighted Family Claymore. Holding his father's sword, Turcanor knew that day that although he was serving his god Tyr in every things, he would never rest until he avenged his father.

Years of adventuring have taken Turcanor across the realms, and his tale would not be a short one, along with the stout dwarven warrior Abubu and many other companions. His travels and adventures had one day given him words of a Death Knight, a vile undead creature, traitor to his god and minion of Bane, was terrorizing the people and dwelling in the Bone Hills, a battlefield of old, close to Anaurochs, the Sea of Sand. But there Turcanor did find the Death Knight. Battling the undead, they found a weakness in the Circlet the creature wore. Once parted from it though, instead of being vanquished, the undead took of his helm, revealing the a rotting face that Turcanor recognized. Freed from the control of his corrupted masters, his Father was now recovering some memory. Turcanor had come to lay a monster to rest. But instead, he had brought back his old wounds and had his dearest wish granted!

Or so he thought. Long lost was his Father's humanity and years of vile deeds had corrupted what little was left of his mind. Without a soul, without sanity, the freed Death Knight could barely control his evil. They set out on a quest to try and free him of the grasp of evil. To get Tyr's Pardon for the fallen paladin. It was the only purpose of Turcanor's life.

But what great betrayal had caused his father's to fall from grace and be abandoned by Tyr, Turcanor never knew, for while they were deep in the underdark, undertaking a great quest as present to Tyr, his comrade turned on him and destroyed his father.

What madness had taken them? Did they not understand Turcanor's mission. Or was it madness that blinded Turcanor and they did him a favor? His dream destroyed, Turcanor lost his senses and killed his traitorous companion, leaving the wounded Abubu as food for the Xorns and never looking back as he left.

On that day, he was cursed. Tyr did not forgive his impulses, yet Turcanor did not accept that his god let his Father be destroyed, so close to redemption. Cursing Tyr and cursing life, no tale speak of what happened of him afterward.

Until a century later. Now a Death Knight, Turcanor still wields the sword of his father. The Everlighted Claymore, a sentient blade, was also hurt by the loss and shunted the light as well. Now renamed Tearslayer, the claymore serves his undead master with a burning fury.

Without purpose, he mourned the loss of his father a long time, sometimes associating with evil gods to assault Tyr's church.

He nows answer to another power. His call was heard not long ago and his voice was commands to him. Angry at the loss of his freewill, but welcoming the purpose to his existence, Turcanor answered the necrotic call of Qual Danas, an ancient evil now awakening along the Sword Coast.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Off the Sword Coast...

"Adventurers you say? Such things still exist in a world crawling with humans?", asked the eladrin of his soft nonchalent voice.

Puzzled, but too respectful to show it, the Shadar'Kai responded simply with "Yes, Lord".

"No matter. It was but one of the entrance. According to what you say, it was still too early to tell if the tunnels to the underworld still existed. Correct?"

"Much too early, Lord".

"Very well. We shall concentrate on the other one for now. Let these... adventurers meddle with the goblins. If really they can best my agents there, then they deserve to plunder the keep. They will be gone soon enough.".

Quel'Danas turned toward the sea of swords as the wind started blowing harder. A storm was approaching, a large one. But never as strong or dark as the one he was preparing.

"As for you, mercenary from the Shadowfell, as the only survivor of your group, you shall receive the whole payment, as promised.". The wizard opened a threw him a pouch. The Shadar'kai opened it, recognized the bag of holding for what it was, and accepted the content and the pouch as payment.

"But now, we have a problem. I see in your heart that you are preoccupied with one of the adventurers. Something about allies of your home land. Also, alone you are of little use to me. Your whole group could not best a band of adventuers, what good are you now?", Quel'Danas finished with a smile, turning to face the Shadar'Kai, who had frozen completely. Fear was not part of his life, as death is a glorious event in the eyes of the Raven Queen, but he knew the wizard would offer him much worse than death...

"Worry not, pawn. You played your part and your role is over, but not your existence. Go now, I care not for what happens of you.", then he turned back to the sea.

Adventurers? The idea amused him. Just like these Flaming Fist fools to the south near Baldur's Gate, or the guards of Waterdeep. They could play with his minions all they wanted, no one would connect the dots and understand what was to happen in time.

As lightning cut accross the horizon, so did his smile accross his face.