Post by Raistlin on Feb 10, 2007 10:17:41 GMT -5
Seryth was woken early by the sound of blaring horns. He emerged from his tower to see a gathering of all of the people in his village. Sighing, he went over to see what the commotion was. People scrambled out of the way as he approached. Despite being well known in the small town and helping those who lived there, people were always uneasy around him. He was a Drow, a night elf, a denizen of the lightless Underdark.
Seryth had come up from the Underdark years ago, living alone in his tower. At first people were hostile and wanted him either dead or gone, but he helped them in various ways. He healed wounded people, and even let people converse with the bodies of their dead friends and family.
As he approached the center of the gathering, he saw a man wearing the insignia of Coriel'has, the capital city of Cythril. Reading from the scroll in his hand, he said in a superior voice, King Haythyis has put up a call for a grand arena battle such as the world has not seen in over 4,000 years. He requests that each township sends forth its most powerful warriors to participate in the fight. The winners of this arena battle will be given a quest of great importance to Cythril. If they were to complete the quest, they would receive untold wealth and even some of the kings own land. If wealth and power is not what you desire, there is said to be many a powerful magic items and artifacts along the way.
The last sentence was the only thing that Seryth thought made the quest worth it. He did not care for wealth or power. He could have easily turned the townspeople into his obedient subjects if he wanted. But he was always on the lookout for some new magical item.
The king's crier rolled up his scroll and turned to the mayor. When you have decided who is going to be taking the journey to Coriel'has, bring him to me. I will be waiting in The Drinker's Vale. He departed, making straight for the inn.
All eyes now turned to Seryth. He was their most powerful warrior. The mayor stepped forward.
Well, Seryth, I guess it would be you. You're amazing at magic, and I've not seen a man more skilled at wielding a sword as you with your katanas.
Seryth smiled. The man had no knowledge of magic at all. He had no idea what was "amazing". He had only seen Seryth perform the simplest of spells. He knew nothing of the true power Seryth held.
"Sure," replied Seryth. The onlookers relaxed. "I'll go prepare my things. Tell the crier that I will meet him when I am ready".
Seryth withdrew to his tower. He had thought that his life of adventuring was over. He strapped on his katanas and put on his twist cloth (This unusual exotic armor is made of loose, flowing cloth strips tied and hung on the wearer. Proficient wearers twist and sway within the armor, causing their opponents to strike empty air rather than armor whenever they miss with an attack). He then grabbed his spellbook and some food for the road.
Lastly, he called "Rhithik" up to the top of his tower. He saw a small dragonoid shape come floating down to him. It was his familiar, a very intelligent and well mannered Imp (the one in the back). "Time for another adventure, Rhithik."
Seryth had come up from the Underdark years ago, living alone in his tower. At first people were hostile and wanted him either dead or gone, but he helped them in various ways. He healed wounded people, and even let people converse with the bodies of their dead friends and family.
As he approached the center of the gathering, he saw a man wearing the insignia of Coriel'has, the capital city of Cythril. Reading from the scroll in his hand, he said in a superior voice, King Haythyis has put up a call for a grand arena battle such as the world has not seen in over 4,000 years. He requests that each township sends forth its most powerful warriors to participate in the fight. The winners of this arena battle will be given a quest of great importance to Cythril. If they were to complete the quest, they would receive untold wealth and even some of the kings own land. If wealth and power is not what you desire, there is said to be many a powerful magic items and artifacts along the way.
The last sentence was the only thing that Seryth thought made the quest worth it. He did not care for wealth or power. He could have easily turned the townspeople into his obedient subjects if he wanted. But he was always on the lookout for some new magical item.
The king's crier rolled up his scroll and turned to the mayor. When you have decided who is going to be taking the journey to Coriel'has, bring him to me. I will be waiting in The Drinker's Vale. He departed, making straight for the inn.
All eyes now turned to Seryth. He was their most powerful warrior. The mayor stepped forward.
Well, Seryth, I guess it would be you. You're amazing at magic, and I've not seen a man more skilled at wielding a sword as you with your katanas.
Seryth smiled. The man had no knowledge of magic at all. He had no idea what was "amazing". He had only seen Seryth perform the simplest of spells. He knew nothing of the true power Seryth held.
"Sure," replied Seryth. The onlookers relaxed. "I'll go prepare my things. Tell the crier that I will meet him when I am ready".
Seryth withdrew to his tower. He had thought that his life of adventuring was over. He strapped on his katanas and put on his twist cloth (This unusual exotic armor is made of loose, flowing cloth strips tied and hung on the wearer. Proficient wearers twist and sway within the armor, causing their opponents to strike empty air rather than armor whenever they miss with an attack). He then grabbed his spellbook and some food for the road.
Lastly, he called "Rhithik" up to the top of his tower. He saw a small dragonoid shape come floating down to him. It was his familiar, a very intelligent and well mannered Imp (the one in the back). "Time for another adventure, Rhithik."