I was born the third child of Lutherin and Cryssania Drexlyn. My mother always doted on my more than my other brothers because I was born so small and frail. Mom did not know how to deal with a small child so she kept me away from all the boy games and made me spend a lot of time with her and her ladies. Felicia was the daughter of one of our servants; I spent most of my time with her. She was the first girl I ever kissed.
I remember, sadly, that day perfectly. I was sitting with mom and dad when I heard explosions all of the sudden. Screams were heard from outside as well as the sounds of combat. Dad grabbed the family heirloom bastard sword and stood by the door while mom hid with me and told me to keep my eyes closed. I heard the door bust open and the sound of swords clashing. When it became quiet dad called me over. “Jay, I need you to take your mother out the back window and meet up with Uncle Gerald at the farm a mile to the south. Take this sword to your Uncle.” I threw the sword out the window and began to climb out. Out of the door came a hail of crossbow bolts and I saw the image that haunts me to this day, my parents die in front of me. Cradling the sword I hid behind a few crates and began to cry. When I wiped my eyes I remembered Felicia and knew I couldn’t leave her. I ran to the servant’s quarters but turned away when I saw it was on fire. In the wood nearby we had a small fort that we used to play king and queen. I was full of fear as I ran with everything I had to the woods.
I was out of breath when I reached the fort, my heart beating out of my chest. I did not know what was happening because I had never pushed my body like this. My muscles began to expand then contract. I then lost my breath and my vision began to get hazy. I tasted dirt mixed with the blood of my bitten tongue. I wanted to die so badly at the moment I blacked out. I awoke that night inside the fort covered by leaves. Felicia was sleeping next to me, holding me.
The next morning we took off to the south to meet with Uncle Gerald but were unable to cross the burned ruins of the house as there were still soldiers in the area. We changed directions and tried to walk around the area. We held hands and walked aimlessly. After two days Felicia passed out, I picked her up, kissed her and continued to walk. The next day I dropped due to exhaustion and told her sleeping body that I loved her and then fell asleep. A passing traveler had been following us for a few hours decided to nurse us back to health. He offered to take us to a nearby town. In return we would cook and help him carry all his belonging. Hemherd was a treasure hunter by profession and was heading back to his guild to fence what he had acquired. He began to teach us a few little tips on how to spot an easy target to get some food from.
It took a few months but we eventually reached Hemherds guild. He offered and we accepted to becoming his apprentices. During our travel my feeling for Felicia really came out but she didn’t share them. I told her that I loved her more than anything, how she was the only reason I was alive and she was also my reason for living. She cried but did not share the feeling. I was devastated but stayed because I couldn’t be away from her. We entered the guild and put under the care of Emin, the guild instructor. We parted ways with Hemherd and began our official training. The guild trained very strictly and at length. Felicia chose to drop out after a month and started to work at an inn as a waitress. We moved in together and shared everything but a bed.
When the training was done one year had passed. I was initiated into the guild in the morning. That night I went home and saw Felicia crying on the floor. She said that Hemherd visited that morning and raped her. In between crying fits she told me that the only reason Hemherd kept us around was because Felicia would sleep with him once a week as payment. She hated herself for it but did not see another option. We both broke down and swore our love for each other. The reason she never told me before was because she was ashamed of what she was doing. With the blessing of Raki the guild master we moved away from the town and while I kept my affiliation to the guild I kept all contact to a minimum.
A few months later Felicia gave birth to my son, Lutherin. Life was hard and simple but good. We survived on her work at the inn and my jobs for the local guild. One night I was coming back from doing a fence when I heard screams from my house. Running to my home I saw a man holding her down, stabbing her. In the corner I saw the body of my dead son. I ran up the man to kill him. I picked him up and throw him across the room. I then caught him when he tried to tackle me. We tousled on the ground, punching and kicking. I saw an opening and reached up to grab his neck. I recognized Hemherd, and broke his neck. I picked up my wife as she died in his arms and spent the rest of the day crying.
The next morning I packed the little belongings we had and burned down our little shack. I went back to the guild to see if they had any information. Raki told me that Hemherd was hired to kill us but he wasn’t sure by whom. The guild would do its best to throw people off my scent but outright help could cause a war between guilds. He gave me some money and sent me on my way.
I took odd jobs as a guard to survive. It was during this time I recognized a heraldic symbol – a sword crossed with two small curved “blades” behind nightshade on a green background – from the fateful day my parent died. Late one night, worn from travel, I found an Inn to stay at. Exhausted and dirty I was still able to recognize my older brothers. In a tearful embrace I told them how I felt I was the only survivor and told them of my wife and son. I told them what I knew about the people who attacked our home.
It took us a few weeks before we were all sitting around talking about our future. Thorin joined us. When I presented uncle Gerald with the family sword Thorin spoke up that he helped reforge the weapon. He had met our mother before any of us were born. Following Decados lead, we considered Thorin part of the family.
We all spoke about the little information we had and pooled it. Our clues left us without a starting point. Verikan stated that none of us had been back to the manor since the day we left. I did not want to go back. Those nightmares were too real and I couldn’t bear to have my brothers see how weak I am. Revenge was always on my mind but I know how it feels to kill and I am unsure which feeling I hate more. Revenge would not bring my parents back but killing the people who did it may help with my constant nightmares about that day. Killing a man hurts inside in a way I never felt before. Life and death are natural but it is unforgivable to murder. Moralay’s blessing will get me thru this problem.
Verikan and I went to his ministry to see about getting some more help. I knew the lady’s followers are all but pacifists. They were not my first choice but Verikan said he worked there and spoke highly of the followers. I still can’t figure out Verikan. He is a follower of the lady yet wears armor and carries weapons. I guess I was wrong about the tenants of that religion. We speak with the head of the church and he offers the services of a young acolyte. Chymerrilyn walked in and I was unable to speak.
She looked very familiar to me despite never meeting her before. I couldn’t hear what everyone else was saying. For an instant everything froze and I was able to see myself from the outside. I had a moment like this before. The last time changed my life forever. Seeing my parents die in front of me was beyond my comprehension. Chymerrilyn showing up did something similar to me. When I gained control of my body again I swore to the vicar that I would guard her and keep her safe.
The next morning we took off. During the next few days Darius and I took to foraging for food. We did not fare well. One morning I was tracking a large beats in hopes of getting more than one days food. We came across a cave. Out of that cave came an owlbear. I attacked the creature while Darius did not fare well. I believe he was just unsure how to combat a beast that is native to the deep forests. He blew his horn and our companions joined us and we all took it down.
We continued foraging for the trip but eventually decided that we would never make it. We were unable to hunt enough game to feel all six of us. We reached a fork in the road and decided to head in a different direction to see if we could work for food. We came across a fort and asked about work. Verkian bartered a deal that we would find a missing patrol and in return get three weeks of rations. A soldier from that unit, Dunlan, joined us to show where the patrols usually go.
Dunlan showed us where the patrols usually go. At the turn around point I found evidence of a scuffle and bodies being dragged. We followed those and after some time saw a fire in the distance. Thorin went to look. He came back informing us that there was a large troll there that while blind wanted to see us.
That troll told us all about some strange marks we had on us and about some old gods. He pointed us in the direction of the krilloths. We kept tracking them until we found a large tree. It looked as if we could walk inside. Someone found an entrance and we crawled inside. It went deep underground and we all had plenty of walking room. We moved along and came across a huge opening with a shallow ravine. In the middle was the lost patrol, tied up. Some krilloths were in the area. There was a fire next to the patrol. I think I even saw one of them take out some seasoning to pour on a fat soldier. We jumped them and made them regret the day they were born, the krilloths I mean. We took the weak back to the fort and were rewarded with food. Food! Seriously, Verikan should never be allowed to negotiate.
At the fort I found they had an alchemist lab so I took some time and made a few potions. Apparently people are amazed I can do that. We headed back to… somewhere. I can’t remember too well. I was too distracted by Meryl. Something about that girl clouds my head. Decado decided we would head back to the manor. I started feeling faint.
We had better luck with hunting since Darius took over it by himself. I should have stayed out of his way from the beginning. When the manor was in sight it really hit me. I hated the sight of it; it bought back all my nightmares. I could picture how it looked on that day. The bodies, the blood! I had to keep my head down. I just walked along and stayed quiet. Meryl was especially nice to me. My brothers all reacted in different ways but I showed it the most. Decado told me that we all felt the same way but they needed me to stop crying and be a man. We can all mourn after we are done. We explored the outside first. What scared me and I still cannot explain is that we found a small grave for my dad. His sword was impaled there. The confusing part was that something had crawled out of his grave. I hate to think what the means. I heard of the dead rising but we all know that isn’t true. Inside the house were trails of blood like someone dragged all the bodies into the basement. So we headed to the attic. In the attic we got stung by huge mosquitoes. I am not jesting, they were huge! We swatted them away and kept looking around. In our parents’ bedroom we found a hidden chest with dads old equipment.
So Meryl has some kind of reaction to magical equipment.
When we all reached the basement we encountered the living dead. I know I have never fought them but I guess neither did my brothers because we did not fare too well. In the end we all survived but Meryl was paralyzed. When we finished up there I suggested we go to Nordhenz as I knew a few people there. It is actually the home of the thief’s guild I was in. I met up with the leader Emin and I bargained for a cure for Meryl. He also informed me that some people are looking to kill me and they all have white hair. I am beginning to think some powerful magic is being used. Living dead? White hair? This is beginning to really scare me. Once Meryl was fine we headed back to the manor.
Upon our return we were able to figure out what was missing from dad’s library. It was his journal and some maps. Mom used to show me how to read by going into dad’s journal. It’s why I have this one. While looking in the manor we also found a very odd note. We left to find our way to Lakeside. We passed some ruins to the north of Lakeside but we didn’t find anything worth mentioning. Darius hired an elf woman name Yzela (I still can’t pronounce it) to help us. She apparently uses magic very well. I suggested she guard Verikan and Meryl.
Upon entering Lakeside we were captured by Lord Vordehan’s men. One night Eric, one of his guards, tried to kill us. We took down most of the ambush but he escaped. The wounded guard, Lawrence was carried by us to Lord Vordehan’s estate. We met a few interesting people at the manor and ended up having dinner with the lord. He is apparently on our side as he helped uncle Gerald get away from his supposed burning of an inn. He is also the Scion of Fate. Of all the people, it is the guy who captured us and helped our family. I really don’t like how something is forcing our path. Lord Vordehan went into some detail about our marks and some of his history. He freaks out when he learns Meryl is who she is. Apparently if we told her of her ability she will cause the world to burn or some nonsense like that. I won’t tell her because I guess I swore to.
Decado and I took some time to sneak into town and gather some more information. I spoke to the Vicar at the temple of the lady. I pressed him to reveal what he knew about Meryl and he also had a major secret. She is, also, the chosen of the lady. I think these gods need to leave us mortals aside and stop choosing and defiling. I really don’t like this situation. We went back to the manor and I spent some time with Meryl. I eventually told her about her being the chosen. If she is on this path I hope she can overcome whatever comes with being the defiler of fate.
Somewhere in there my mark decided to turn itself on. I also think I may be poisoned because I haven’t been feeling good for the past few days.
They stand alone amidst a sea of blood
Their only course an act of hatred
Lost in vengeance, they search in vain
To find that more than life is sacred
Beware the One wreathed in crimson
All strands burn, wither, and fray
All hope ends in sorrow and loss
The world will never again see the day
When I wake up a lot of people are gone. Captain Gregor escorted us to the armory and we (Decado, Darius and I) got some new equipment. Zelos, Qeelin, Baldarov Ironflesh. Attacked at night by a Gryphon. We found Silus at the mill and had a hard fought battle. We spoke to one of the captured and he told us the De’nair royal family hired Silus to capture us. He was a member of the Iron Sword Brigade. He came with us but was killed during watch one night. We made it back to Lord Vords manor and planned from there. The de’vonaire family were originally Necidian nobles who were shamed and then somehow became Nedrothian nobles. We went to Fort Wayside to see about getting a letter of recommendation from the commander there for our previous heroics. We found them all knocked out with some new special poison and some of the soldiers were dead. Darius and I step outside the fort to look for the last patrol that included Dunlan. His patrol was all killed but he escaped. We found him in the old krilloth tree cave. He was in the hidden alcove, almost dead. We bought him back to the fort. We convinced the commander to release Dunlan to us. We all went to the capital, Saint Caradir, to research what we could. A servant of the Dawnbringer, Lyara Uldane, offered to help us do some extra research. We helped Dunlan run a message to the Saint Myron. He took some leave of his military service and joined us. We all headed to Lord Vords manor.
The De’vonair noble family had been around since the chaos years and was from Necidia. The dark war between Necidia and Nedros caused De’vonair family members to have white hair. Notes found around the year 70 had some evidence of the family helping Nedros in the Dark War. In my opinion they may be necromancers. When the evidence came out they were stripped of Necidian title and lands and banished. The family reappeared in 817 but with little more information. In the year 860 a small company appeared flying the banner in western Nedros.
The Shatterplague of year 861 took place in western Tarmaline. Symptoms: High fever, dry skin, bleeds from open skin; die from blood loss or too many wounds. Even after death the plague still attacked the body. The plague popped up in towns closest to The Bastionwall Mountains with a bigger focus to the north. The plague was very resistant to magical healing.
The former heir to the Nedrothian throne, Prince Viscus Van’Nedros went missing and was later found mad in the year 903. He always enjoyed adventuring and would often go on personal quests. When he was 18 he went missing and did not come back for 3 years. Rumors had him seen in all the major countries of Zhenin. The king, Yandell is known to be a poor diplomat and it has affected his reign.
The Nedrothian Royal Advisor, Parin Vaneguard was killed by a noble of the Von Zerith house. Parin sought power from an ancient Artifact that could remake the continent in his image.
Around the year 814 a cleric of the dawn bringer who served the Necidian military. In Tarmaline he came across an old dragons nest. He encountered a ‘spectator’ who was tasked to watch over a nest. The spectator gave the cleric the task of being the guardian of a single wyrmling who had hatched early. Shortly after the cleric took command the nest was attacked. The cleric and the spectator and the party defended the nest. The cleric and one of the dragons went into hiding after everyone parted ways. The following year the cleric and the dragon came out of hiding. The cleric killed a dark knight who was forming an evil army. The cleric found the knights’ employer, an evil mage. The mage died in a ritual that also took the life of the cleric. The dragon went to the care of the church in the year 816. The mage had a book called the ‘Testament of Carnamagos.’