Many were butchered, their goods stolen and he could only cast his healing spells. The thieves considered the Esper as a threat and began charging. "He thought he was going to die on that day" until a blade prevented it. It was the merchant leader yelling at the thieves "Not today! Run for your life young one, don't bother trying! They're gone." When he ran towards the forest he heard the merchant leader's scream stopped. He turned and realized the merchant was stabbed with six swords piercing his body and an axe on his skull.
Dark clouds began to develop along with loud thunders due to being on a mountain, rain began to pour as the Esper flees from the thieves, decending from the mountain-pass. He tried a few combat spells but was no master of it, the spells were dodged by the pursuers as he was helpless in defending himself. He tried to teleport away, but it takes too long to cast as he must be stationary to perform a spell.
His stepped onto an old log and got his leg stucked, with the mindset of "the thieves will catchup to me and rob me off my life" he forcibly pulled his leg out of the log, ending up with a bad wound on his left ankle. He was suprised as his rapid regeneration abilities seemed to be unable to work as it has never failed him before. Being temporarily crippled, the Esper tripped, fell into a foliage and hit his head on a rock. His vision began to grow dark and blurr. The thunder and rain, with the yelling of the thieves soon became an echo. Without realizing he lost his consciousness.
Traverse 1/4
Being in existance for centuries, he has traveled the realm in silence. Witnessing the differences in the places he has explored, he prays to the gods for no innocent souls shall fall into the pits of hell. Travelling with a dark old cloak, this medium sized Esper looks no different than any human who has wandered the realm, the only difference is his long pale-white hair hidden inside the hood with grey eyes. At first glance, many may have the perception that this Esper is evil, looks can be deceiving. The night skies have been his friend due to the gifts of an Esper, enabling to see in the dark, detect surroundings for magic and regenerating their own wounds.
He is known as Shatehou, a wanderer of lost cause. Centuries have passed, not recalling his origin he ended up as he is without a family. Only to realize is the gifts he possesses, rapid healing faster than any spell exists to be muttered. As he was in the middle of his journey to nowhere, he has heared of many stories throughout the realm. The fact that one clan dares to stand up against the evils caught his attention, "Order of the Radiant Heart", thinking "they must have the guts".
Considered young for an Esper, he possesses the looks of a teenager. On dawn he was continuing his journey from a nameless village, following a group of merchants to the next town as the leader of the merchant grew fond of him at first glance, only to realize being ambushed in the middle of the mountain road. The group of merchants weren't heavily armed compared to the thieves.
He is known as Shatehou, a wanderer of lost cause. Centuries have passed, not recalling his origin he ended up as he is without a family. Only to realize is the gifts he possesses, rapid healing faster than any spell exists to be muttered. As he was in the middle of his journey to nowhere, he has heared of many stories throughout the realm. The fact that one clan dares to stand up against the evils caught his attention, "Order of the Radiant Heart", thinking "they must have the guts".
Considered young for an Esper, he possesses the looks of a teenager. On dawn he was continuing his journey from a nameless village, following a group of merchants to the next town as the leader of the merchant grew fond of him at first glance, only to realize being ambushed in the middle of the mountain road. The group of merchants weren't heavily armed compared to the thieves.
ghost of the future part 3
"The streets need protection, and a force strong enough to stand up to vector when they return. And I am sure they will come back with force. Vector is supported by the agents of evil, and during the invasion the attacks against the Radiant Heart had come most strongly, from The Order of Long Death, and Alsin. What puzzles me is that Alsin was been publicly championed by the Tripower for his efforts. Even though his efforts were ... killing members of my Order. If he is a member of the Tripower how can you say you will support us when you have no Armed force, and your Champion slaughters my Order?"
Psycho knew most of the answers before asking the questions but he wanted to hear how Ror would respond.
Ror took a moment to respond and simply said, "The Tripower does not control its citizens, they can be good or evil, and Alsin is no different. I heard that he was only defending himself from your people invading his house. And as for you support I take it you mean some kind of alliance between our forces?"
"The Order can not be allied with any who would allow the forces of evil to grow and flourish. But if the Tripower did train some capable of fighting, their effort against the Vectorians next time could prove a valuable asset."
The entire encounter had left Psycho wondering if the Tripower and the Keepers really had utilitarian purposes for Westbridge.
By the time Psycho had recounted all that had happened in the past month the bartender of the Crescent Star had closed up and brought Psycho a total of four bottles of icewine to drink. He was not quite drunk, but the wine clung to his breath as he spoke to the bartender.
"You are a good man, and a damn fine bartender. I apologize for keeping you away from your family and loved ones through the night."
"Family and loved ones! Ha! Today my friend you were the closest I got to any loved one."
Psycho dropped a satchel of platinum on the table with more coin than the bartender could easily lift.
"That is for you, and the key to the back room." The bartender threw Psycho a small key and said, "As long as I am working consider this bar you own."
Psycho took the key in hand, stood up, and returned to Athkatla.
Psycho knew most of the answers before asking the questions but he wanted to hear how Ror would respond.
Ror took a moment to respond and simply said, "The Tripower does not control its citizens, they can be good or evil, and Alsin is no different. I heard that he was only defending himself from your people invading his house. And as for you support I take it you mean some kind of alliance between our forces?"
"The Order can not be allied with any who would allow the forces of evil to grow and flourish. But if the Tripower did train some capable of fighting, their effort against the Vectorians next time could prove a valuable asset."
The entire encounter had left Psycho wondering if the Tripower and the Keepers really had utilitarian purposes for Westbridge.
By the time Psycho had recounted all that had happened in the past month the bartender of the Crescent Star had closed up and brought Psycho a total of four bottles of icewine to drink. He was not quite drunk, but the wine clung to his breath as he spoke to the bartender.
"You are a good man, and a damn fine bartender. I apologize for keeping you away from your family and loved ones through the night."
"Family and loved ones! Ha! Today my friend you were the closest I got to any loved one."
Psycho dropped a satchel of platinum on the table with more coin than the bartender could easily lift.
"That is for you, and the key to the back room." The bartender threw Psycho a small key and said, "As long as I am working consider this bar you own."
Psycho took the key in hand, stood up, and returned to Athkatla.
ghosts of the future part 2
Psycho located the Theater that Ror wanted to see. It was colorful and the building felt full of life even though there were no patrons inside. The many colored lights were controlled from a workbench covered with wires extending into the wall and up each light. The chairs were red velvet. Ror asked Psycho to wait in the seats for a bit while he checked out backstage. Ror spoke to the ticket counter and was allowed behind stage. After a bit the house lights dimmed and the curtains opened. Ror burst onto stage."Ladies and Gentlemen Boys and Girls, Citizens of all ages!"
The words were not important, the presentation and stage presence was incredible. This would be one of Tripowers major reconstructive efforts of Westbridge. Psycho felt if they were going to construct a school for citizen's primary education and a theater; A secondary school for advanced studies would also be appropriate. Psycho believe The public would benefit strongly from research quality labs, and that maybe the public labs could bolster private research.
Along with the trip to the theater there was still much business to discuss. It turns out that Ror had his sights on much more than just the school. Ror asked him how much he had really seen when Kefka exploded into shards. He had been looking for shards of Kefka's armor! It was not likely that anyone from within the Order had told Ror about their search for shards as well, and he certainly did not know of the pieces tucked away in any of the private labs.
Whatever the Tripower was up to Psycho had a feeling Vorcet had been working his magic with the Tripower behind a veil of secrets. Ror may or may not have had another agenda, either way Ror was not prepared to share the actual problem with the Order.
Ror spoke a bit more before Psycho decided to test the relationship between the two.
The words were not important, the presentation and stage presence was incredible. This would be one of Tripowers major reconstructive efforts of Westbridge. Psycho felt if they were going to construct a school for citizen's primary education and a theater; A secondary school for advanced studies would also be appropriate. Psycho believe The public would benefit strongly from research quality labs, and that maybe the public labs could bolster private research.
Along with the trip to the theater there was still much business to discuss. It turns out that Ror had his sights on much more than just the school. Ror asked him how much he had really seen when Kefka exploded into shards. He had been looking for shards of Kefka's armor! It was not likely that anyone from within the Order had told Ror about their search for shards as well, and he certainly did not know of the pieces tucked away in any of the private labs.
Whatever the Tripower was up to Psycho had a feeling Vorcet had been working his magic with the Tripower behind a veil of secrets. Ror may or may not have had another agenda, either way Ror was not prepared to share the actual problem with the Order.
Ror spoke a bit more before Psycho decided to test the relationship between the two.
ghost of the future
As the Morningstar was closing Psycho reflected upon a third ghost. The ghost of things yet to come. It had bee a little over a month ago that Psycho had been called upon by Ror. His final thoughts of the night had been his most troubling.
"I require assistance investigation some elements that we want to use for to the school house of Westbridge."
"A Theater in the Ruins of Tru should give us some ideas."
Psycho called upon a wizard of his Order to transport the two of them to Myth Drannor. From the Forrest Psycho lead the way through the Stormhorn mountains and up along the the village of Tru. Upon our arrival several Vectorian soldiers were noted on patrol. Had Vector been in Tru before they came or were they looking for Ror? Or even Psycho himself?! As they approached the patrol Ror elbowed Psycho.
"Will you please take care of them, we don't need Vector knowing we were here."
Psycho dispatched of the patrol quickly and without witness. The souls of the two men on patrol were not dark or clouded like the people he normally attacked; they were not pure hearted either. Killing did not bother Psycho unless it was someone he was close to. These soldiers were casualties of a war that still had steam yet to escape.
"I require assistance investigation some elements that we want to use for to the school house of Westbridge."
"A Theater in the Ruins of Tru should give us some ideas."
Psycho called upon a wizard of his Order to transport the two of them to Myth Drannor. From the Forrest Psycho lead the way through the Stormhorn mountains and up along the the village of Tru. Upon our arrival several Vectorian soldiers were noted on patrol. Had Vector been in Tru before they came or were they looking for Ror? Or even Psycho himself?! As they approached the patrol Ror elbowed Psycho.
"Will you please take care of them, we don't need Vector knowing we were here."
Psycho dispatched of the patrol quickly and without witness. The souls of the two men on patrol were not dark or clouded like the people he normally attacked; they were not pure hearted either. Killing did not bother Psycho unless it was someone he was close to. These soldiers were casualties of a war that still had steam yet to escape.
Ghosts of the Past
The mention of the name caused Orn's stomach to tighten and he could feel his face growing pale. He remembered the last time Velentham had taken his mother. He was so young yet he had instinctively called upon the creatures of the forest for aid. A brave squirrel had answered his young call, and paid with it's life. The snap of the small creatures neck and the terrible man who did it had haunted Orn's nightmares for years after the fact.
'No... Velentham?'
'Yes, but I'm going to find her, and I'm going to get her back,' Gilean said with as much conviction as the weary man could muster. 'But I know I can't do it alone. I came for another reason Orn. I came to ask for your help. My cousin is much stronger than I, and on top of that, I have led the life of a pacifist. I fully intend to fight for your mother but I fear I lack the ability to do that very effectively.'
Orn's stomach tightened some more. 'Oh... I...'
Gilean spoke calmly, still not quite looking at Orn. 'I know I shouldn't have to ask this of you and I wouldn't if I didn't feel it necessary. But I understand you have grown into quite the capable fighter and have even been honored with leadership in your clan. Overseeing the sect of the fighters at that.'
Orn sat there for a moment. This was his mother they were talking about. He should be jumping at the chance to intervene against the crazed man that had taken her yet he found himself hesitating. Yes, he had fought before, but it had always been with Reggie at his side. He felt like he could take on anything with his bear, but Reggie was gone and Orn had not yet faced the vulnerability that it left within him.
Orn finally forced himself to nod his head. 'Yes... yes, of course. I'll help you Gilean.'
'No... Velentham?'
'Yes, but I'm going to find her, and I'm going to get her back,' Gilean said with as much conviction as the weary man could muster. 'But I know I can't do it alone. I came for another reason Orn. I came to ask for your help. My cousin is much stronger than I, and on top of that, I have led the life of a pacifist. I fully intend to fight for your mother but I fear I lack the ability to do that very effectively.'
Orn's stomach tightened some more. 'Oh... I...'
Gilean spoke calmly, still not quite looking at Orn. 'I know I shouldn't have to ask this of you and I wouldn't if I didn't feel it necessary. But I understand you have grown into quite the capable fighter and have even been honored with leadership in your clan. Overseeing the sect of the fighters at that.'
Orn sat there for a moment. This was his mother they were talking about. He should be jumping at the chance to intervene against the crazed man that had taken her yet he found himself hesitating. Yes, he had fought before, but it had always been with Reggie at his side. He felt like he could take on anything with his bear, but Reggie was gone and Orn had not yet faced the vulnerability that it left within him.
Orn finally forced himself to nod his head. 'Yes... yes, of course. I'll help you Gilean.'
An Unexpected Visit
Orn sat in his chair, reading a book titled "The Qualities of a Great Leader" which he had found in the library of the castle. He found it to be rather dry reading, yet he forced himself to continue with it and try to absorb as much as he could from the tome. He was somewhat startled by a rapid knock at the door and rose to answer it.
He opened the door to discover a worn and disheveled Gilean standing there. 'Oh, hello Gilean. Is... everything alright?'
Gilean merely sighed and shook his head. 'May I come in?'
'Yes, of course, of course. Please.' Orn steped back and gestured to an empty chair. Gilean took the offered seat as Orn closed the door and returned to his own.
Gilean spoke in a worn tone, his eyes not quite meeting Orn's, 'I was hoping to speak to Mirin. Is she home?'
'Yes she is, but she's taking a nap right now. You know, those growing twins really sap her energy.'
Gilean closed his eyes and nodded, giving Orn the distinct impression he had, at least for the moment, completely forgotten his daughter was even pregnant. 'Yes, of course. I had just hoped to ask her to look in on Matinus and Nioma for me.'
Orn eyed his father-in-law/stepfather with concern. 'Gilean, what's happened? Is Mom ok?'
Gilean sat silently for a moment, his eyes cast down, before shaking his head. 'No, she's not. Velentham took her.'
He opened the door to discover a worn and disheveled Gilean standing there. 'Oh, hello Gilean. Is... everything alright?'
Gilean merely sighed and shook his head. 'May I come in?'
'Yes, of course, of course. Please.' Orn steped back and gestured to an empty chair. Gilean took the offered seat as Orn closed the door and returned to his own.
Gilean spoke in a worn tone, his eyes not quite meeting Orn's, 'I was hoping to speak to Mirin. Is she home?'
'Yes she is, but she's taking a nap right now. You know, those growing twins really sap her energy.'
Gilean closed his eyes and nodded, giving Orn the distinct impression he had, at least for the moment, completely forgotten his daughter was even pregnant. 'Yes, of course. I had just hoped to ask her to look in on Matinus and Nioma for me.'
Orn eyed his father-in-law/stepfather with concern. 'Gilean, what's happened? Is Mom ok?'
Gilean sat silently for a moment, his eyes cast down, before shaking his head. 'No, she's not. Velentham took her.'
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