The Call of Vengeance - Dragor Felpyre's Introduction
Jul 21, 2017 20:33:36 GMT
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Post by jred477 on Jul 21, 2017 20:33:36 GMT
I dreamt a dream, of dark and light, in my hall of ashen wood. I heard a voice calling my name, Dragor... Dragor... I was alive in my own dream. I could move freely, look, hear, and feel. I was in a field. I could feel the firmness of the ground, hear the whistling of the birds, smell the sweetness of the oaken breeze... I felt alive. And suddenly, I felt a cold wind pierce my heart like a dagger, the fields turned to ash and the breeze became foul. I was no longer in a field, I was in a desolate wasteland, among the icy wastes. I was on a hill, and before me there stood a tree of wondrous light, and below the tree there stood a congregation of men and women, many armed with weapons of war and scowling at the tree.
I heard laughter, and watched as the people smote monsters which came upon them, and bickered with one another, and smote themselves upon the icy rocks. I watched as a being of pure ice formed from the souls of the fallen monsters, and just as the being of ice was about to smite the whole, I saw it shatter, and a pale light appeared in the air above the tree. Words whispered in my mind of beings of unimaginable power, Aspects, the voice said. I watched as the pale light took shape, the shape of a golem of steel and iron, and hovered in the air. I heard the words it spoke, I saw the divisiveness it caused among the group. And I saw two warriors of might step forward, called by the Aspect to do battle for a relic of power.
I saw the two warriors fight, until the lesser was smote upon the snow. The greater warrior received an weapon of power, an axe of corruption and fell power. I saw the warrior move towards the great tree, a light within it hovering, though the others did not see. I saw the Aspect sneer in happiness as the warrior raised his axe high. I tried to shout, to stop the wrong that was to come, but my voice uttered no sound. The axe fell onto the tree, driving through the hardened bark. I saw tendrils of crimson light engulf the pale light within, snuffing it out. I screamed in horror, in silence, in loneliness. A voice whispered in my mind, 'look to the south', and I did so. And I saw a light in the distance, and as the pale light vanished, the greater light dimmed. I felt a sadness wash over me, a terrible sadness...
I was in the field again, but now a town stood before me, one of wood and broken stone. I saw hundreds of souls wander through their day, blissful and content. I looked to the west, and I saw a light above the brightness of the sun. A light of a darkened green, and of a pale white. It shown throughout the forest in the west. I looked upon the mountains north of the town, and I saw a hall of hardened stone. Within the hall sat the greater warrior, the one who snuffed out the pale light. I heard the words in my mind... 'these are the ones who snuffed out the light, these are the ones who slaughtered the innocent, these are those whom we despise'.
I heard the warrior speak, and I saw another come in. 'His brother' the voice whispered. I listened as the two men spoke, of war and conquest, of hatred and cruelty. I heard them laugh as they pointed at a map, and I heard another voice laugh, that same pale light which appeared above the tree, the voice of the Aspect laughed and laughed in glee. I was standing in the town, I saw men and their families cut down, slaughtered like cattle. I saw the town set afire by arrows of fire. I saw a wooded one run from the fight, injured. The greater warrior saw him, and sneered. I watched as the town turned to ruins, its people butchered and left to rot upon the ashen dirt.
I heard the Aspect's voice, telling the greater warrior to snuff out the last of the light, I watched as the greater warrior moved through a town under which the vibrant light hovered. Behind him an army, himself holding that corrupted axe. He felled many of the Wooded ones, their pale lights snuffed out like embers upon a stone floor. Crimson tendrils crushed the vibrant light, snuffing it out, and I heard the Aspect howl with laughter, shout with glee, 'the Goddess is dead, she is dead forever more!'.
And I heard a voice from the sun, and a voice from the moon, and a voice from the oceans deep, and a voice from the blackest dark, and a voice from the mountains, and a voice from the sky, and a voice from the north, and a voice from the anger in men's hearts. The voices spoke in horror 'Our sister is dead, he children slaughtered, the mortals claw for power and strength, to subvert our dominion!' And I heard the voices speak of terrible things, of great beasts under the earth, of powers beyond power. And I saw visions of great ships of wood and iron, fleeing their destroyed land. On the first ship there stood a man 'Dragonborn', the voice whispered in my mind. Upon his neck he wore a key, and within this key I felt an essence unlike anything before, an essence of purest flame, of a fire bright and burning.
I stood upon a cliff, looking down into an endless chasm. I felt sorrow for the lights I saw go out, I felt anger for the one who laughed and laughed, and I felt afraid of the Dragonborn with the key of flame. I was surrounded by darkness, in a cave of ancient days. I heard a voice from the dark, and saw a woman of light, yet surrounded by unquenchable fire of a darker shade of purple and black. I was able to speak finally...
"Why was I shown these things? Why have I been tormented with such sorrow and anger? Why have you brought me here in my dream?!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face.
"You have seen what we have seen, seen what terrors the Aspects can unleash upon our children. You have heard the screams of the innocent, even which cry unto me now, for I am Lelthys, Patron of Death. The Var, children of my fallen sister, are no more. The sorrows of the other Gods echo throughout the heavens, sounding as thunder and wind and rain. Qyftarr gave the Key of Fire to the Dragonborn, for they are the descendants of that dragon. You, Dragor, are a Felpyre, the last of an ancient line of lords and kings, dating back to the era of dragons." Lelthys said.
I could not speak, my sorrow and anger replaced by curiosity and wonder.
"You are the last descendant of my bloodline, there is no other. Though your blood is muddied by the blood of mortals, and is unable to hold magic of any kind, you are to be my instrument in changing the face of this land. As a Felpyre, you are of higher birth than even the kings of Bragaoss. You are the last of your ancient house, my children and servants. Your House is bereft of glory, but the bloodline remains." the Goddess spoke.
"What must I do to avenge the death of the Var?" I asked.
"You must earn your House its glory, you must claim your birthright." Lelthys spoke. "But you are not ready. Take the sword that your father gave you, and slay the brothers in the castle of hardened stone, the castle called Volkihar. Appeal to their reason, then kill them in their sleep when you have earned their trust, avenge the death of the Var and destroy the corrupted axe in lava. And then you shall have your birthright."
And I saw as Lelthys held up a key, similar to the one the Dragonborn carried. But this key was different, it held an essence of purple fire, and black smoke.
"Your House holds the only claim to the prison key of the Dragon of Darkness, and you are the last bearer of that title. Complete the task that I have assigned to you, and you shall receive this key, your birthright. But now you will first receive the lost legacy of your ancient House."
And I felt a darkness waft over me, seeping into my skin and mind. I screamed in pain, but no sound escaped. I felt my soul being changed, I felt images of places long since lost, of histories forgotten slip into my mind. I felt my body gain strength, and I felt years of swordsmanship from my ancestors come into my soul, granting me their experience. And then... darkness overtook me completely.
I awoke slowly, the sunlight coming in through the windows of my Inn room. I gathered my possessions, plate armor, 2 swords, a shield and a bow. And I paid my fare and left the Inn, travelling to the one place I could begin my journey, to the ruins of Uniorh. My mind is changed, my body strengthened, I feel more alive than I ever have. I saw an image of lelthys appear before me, speaking softly "You shall have my guidance when you need it, you shall worship me and no other, and you shall promise to restore your bloodline to its former glory."
"I promise," I said. And she disappeared, leaving a calmness in my mind that I had not known since my days as a young child.
I must earn the trust of the Burrains, and when the time is right, kill them both for their trespasses against the Gods. I shall restore House Felpyre to its glory, I shall earn my birthright...
Please let me know if this is a bit much for a character, I just wanted to give my character some direction, and what better than a quest from the Gods themselves, I thought. Please leave a like and a comment if you enjoyed reading it!
I heard laughter, and watched as the people smote monsters which came upon them, and bickered with one another, and smote themselves upon the icy rocks. I watched as a being of pure ice formed from the souls of the fallen monsters, and just as the being of ice was about to smite the whole, I saw it shatter, and a pale light appeared in the air above the tree. Words whispered in my mind of beings of unimaginable power, Aspects, the voice said. I watched as the pale light took shape, the shape of a golem of steel and iron, and hovered in the air. I heard the words it spoke, I saw the divisiveness it caused among the group. And I saw two warriors of might step forward, called by the Aspect to do battle for a relic of power.
I saw the two warriors fight, until the lesser was smote upon the snow. The greater warrior received an weapon of power, an axe of corruption and fell power. I saw the warrior move towards the great tree, a light within it hovering, though the others did not see. I saw the Aspect sneer in happiness as the warrior raised his axe high. I tried to shout, to stop the wrong that was to come, but my voice uttered no sound. The axe fell onto the tree, driving through the hardened bark. I saw tendrils of crimson light engulf the pale light within, snuffing it out. I screamed in horror, in silence, in loneliness. A voice whispered in my mind, 'look to the south', and I did so. And I saw a light in the distance, and as the pale light vanished, the greater light dimmed. I felt a sadness wash over me, a terrible sadness...
I was in the field again, but now a town stood before me, one of wood and broken stone. I saw hundreds of souls wander through their day, blissful and content. I looked to the west, and I saw a light above the brightness of the sun. A light of a darkened green, and of a pale white. It shown throughout the forest in the west. I looked upon the mountains north of the town, and I saw a hall of hardened stone. Within the hall sat the greater warrior, the one who snuffed out the pale light. I heard the words in my mind... 'these are the ones who snuffed out the light, these are the ones who slaughtered the innocent, these are those whom we despise'.
I heard the warrior speak, and I saw another come in. 'His brother' the voice whispered. I listened as the two men spoke, of war and conquest, of hatred and cruelty. I heard them laugh as they pointed at a map, and I heard another voice laugh, that same pale light which appeared above the tree, the voice of the Aspect laughed and laughed in glee. I was standing in the town, I saw men and their families cut down, slaughtered like cattle. I saw the town set afire by arrows of fire. I saw a wooded one run from the fight, injured. The greater warrior saw him, and sneered. I watched as the town turned to ruins, its people butchered and left to rot upon the ashen dirt.
I heard the Aspect's voice, telling the greater warrior to snuff out the last of the light, I watched as the greater warrior moved through a town under which the vibrant light hovered. Behind him an army, himself holding that corrupted axe. He felled many of the Wooded ones, their pale lights snuffed out like embers upon a stone floor. Crimson tendrils crushed the vibrant light, snuffing it out, and I heard the Aspect howl with laughter, shout with glee, 'the Goddess is dead, she is dead forever more!'.
And I heard a voice from the sun, and a voice from the moon, and a voice from the oceans deep, and a voice from the blackest dark, and a voice from the mountains, and a voice from the sky, and a voice from the north, and a voice from the anger in men's hearts. The voices spoke in horror 'Our sister is dead, he children slaughtered, the mortals claw for power and strength, to subvert our dominion!' And I heard the voices speak of terrible things, of great beasts under the earth, of powers beyond power. And I saw visions of great ships of wood and iron, fleeing their destroyed land. On the first ship there stood a man 'Dragonborn', the voice whispered in my mind. Upon his neck he wore a key, and within this key I felt an essence unlike anything before, an essence of purest flame, of a fire bright and burning.
I stood upon a cliff, looking down into an endless chasm. I felt sorrow for the lights I saw go out, I felt anger for the one who laughed and laughed, and I felt afraid of the Dragonborn with the key of flame. I was surrounded by darkness, in a cave of ancient days. I heard a voice from the dark, and saw a woman of light, yet surrounded by unquenchable fire of a darker shade of purple and black. I was able to speak finally...
"Why was I shown these things? Why have I been tormented with such sorrow and anger? Why have you brought me here in my dream?!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face.
"You have seen what we have seen, seen what terrors the Aspects can unleash upon our children. You have heard the screams of the innocent, even which cry unto me now, for I am Lelthys, Patron of Death. The Var, children of my fallen sister, are no more. The sorrows of the other Gods echo throughout the heavens, sounding as thunder and wind and rain. Qyftarr gave the Key of Fire to the Dragonborn, for they are the descendants of that dragon. You, Dragor, are a Felpyre, the last of an ancient line of lords and kings, dating back to the era of dragons." Lelthys said.
I could not speak, my sorrow and anger replaced by curiosity and wonder.
"You are the last descendant of my bloodline, there is no other. Though your blood is muddied by the blood of mortals, and is unable to hold magic of any kind, you are to be my instrument in changing the face of this land. As a Felpyre, you are of higher birth than even the kings of Bragaoss. You are the last of your ancient house, my children and servants. Your House is bereft of glory, but the bloodline remains." the Goddess spoke.
"What must I do to avenge the death of the Var?" I asked.
"You must earn your House its glory, you must claim your birthright." Lelthys spoke. "But you are not ready. Take the sword that your father gave you, and slay the brothers in the castle of hardened stone, the castle called Volkihar. Appeal to their reason, then kill them in their sleep when you have earned their trust, avenge the death of the Var and destroy the corrupted axe in lava. And then you shall have your birthright."
And I saw as Lelthys held up a key, similar to the one the Dragonborn carried. But this key was different, it held an essence of purple fire, and black smoke.
"Your House holds the only claim to the prison key of the Dragon of Darkness, and you are the last bearer of that title. Complete the task that I have assigned to you, and you shall receive this key, your birthright. But now you will first receive the lost legacy of your ancient House."
And I felt a darkness waft over me, seeping into my skin and mind. I screamed in pain, but no sound escaped. I felt my soul being changed, I felt images of places long since lost, of histories forgotten slip into my mind. I felt my body gain strength, and I felt years of swordsmanship from my ancestors come into my soul, granting me their experience. And then... darkness overtook me completely.
I awoke slowly, the sunlight coming in through the windows of my Inn room. I gathered my possessions, plate armor, 2 swords, a shield and a bow. And I paid my fare and left the Inn, travelling to the one place I could begin my journey, to the ruins of Uniorh. My mind is changed, my body strengthened, I feel more alive than I ever have. I saw an image of lelthys appear before me, speaking softly "You shall have my guidance when you need it, you shall worship me and no other, and you shall promise to restore your bloodline to its former glory."
"I promise," I said. And she disappeared, leaving a calmness in my mind that I had not known since my days as a young child.
I must earn the trust of the Burrains, and when the time is right, kill them both for their trespasses against the Gods. I shall restore House Felpyre to its glory, I shall earn my birthright...
Please let me know if this is a bit much for a character, I just wanted to give my character some direction, and what better than a quest from the Gods themselves, I thought. Please leave a like and a comment if you enjoyed reading it!
