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<blockquote data-quote="narayan" data-source="post: 7330083" data-attributes="member: 6677509"><p><strong>Vandrok the Relentless</strong></p><p></p><p><em>Beneath the twinkling stars of the broad Akhenaten sky, Vandrok the Relentless, as he was now known, huffed and snorted through bulls nostrils as he stepped across the stony sands. Behind his horns a heavy carcass of a dire puma was draped across his shoulders. There were also two two dead wild boar dragging behind him in a net for good measure. Out here in the stony hills, open dunes and barren canyons of the Aluja Expanse; Vandrok was just another beast on the prowl.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Roughly four years after his escape from Skull Mountain, nightly hunts were now the norm to keep himself fit and revel in life un-shackled, above ground. Hides and trophies of his kills would honor his new god Baezu, ancient deity of hunters and warriors. The meat would help feed the great Kumbakarna's extended family.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>He had taken the warcaptains advice and lived to thank him with a silent toast whenever he had to opportunity to drink horns of ale. Life was good now in the Hills of Kumbakarna, much better than he expected. Weakened and wounded as he was in the effort to flee Skull Mountain it would have been easy for them to bind him in shackles once more. Indeed judging by appearance alone Kumbakarna looked no less a demon than the evils he fled from. The difference was, Kumbakarna was content with what he already had and served only himself.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>As Vandrok approached his home a single torch appeared as a cloaked figure approached from the lee of the hills. Vandrok slowed his stride picking up his scent which was human... yet not entirely so? The stranger walked straight up to Vandrok without fear, close enough for Vandrok to look upon his features by the light of the flame he bore after he pulled off his hood.</em></p><p> <em></em></p><p><em>There stood before him now a Caishian of maybe twenty years of age, at least foot and a half shorter than he, wearing a leather jerkin over chain mail. There is a spiked chain coiled at his waist along with a short sword and a dagger of fine Caishian craftsmanship.</em></p><p> <em></em></p><p><em><strong>Stranger:</strong> <span style="color: #B22222">"You are the great horned one I saw in my vision!"</span> He says in the common tongue.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Vandrok:</strong> Snorts. <span style="color: #000066">"Who in the nine hells are you?"</span> </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Stranger:</strong> <span style="color: #B22222">"I am Svexyn, of Caishia. A Dragon-shaman."</span> </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Vandrok narrows his gaze with instant fascination. For some time now he had the idea to find a dragon to learn some great knowledge or power. It was a desire he shared with no one, yet now suddenly there was a dragon shaman standing before him? Oddly coincidental to say the least and Vandrok never trusted coincidences. <span style="color: #000066">"What do you want ?!"</span> He asks with the great hoarse grunts of his deep bullish voice.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em><strong>Svexyn.</strong> <span style="color: #B22222">"I bring a message. Seek the great Pit of Bet'Shava."</span> </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Vandrok:</strong> Laughs. <span style="color: #000066">"I have heard of this pit, it is said to swallow trespassers whole and spit out their bones in clouds of dust!"</span> </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Svexyn:</strong> Nods <span style="color: #B22222">"You are wise to be wary. Only the worthy or the invited may enter unharmed."</span></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Vandrok:</strong> <span style="color: #000066">"And which of those am I?"</span> He questions incredulously.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Svexyn:</strong> <span style="color: #B22222">"I do not presume to know anything except that Bet'Shava herself, the great dragon of the Aluja Expanse, knows all there is to know in <u>her</u> demesne. The winds carry your thoughts to her as you wander each night. Forgive me I must go now. There is little time yet to accomplish my quest before the coming doom."</span></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Vandrok:</strong> <span style="color: #000066">"What coming doom?"</span></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em><strong>Svexyn:</strong> Gestures back towards the hills. <span style="color: #B22222">"Go and speak to Wrenwil, one of the others I traveled with. We came by the so-called path of blood. He knows much about the doom..."</span> The Caishian says mysteriously.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Suddenly Vandrok feels a headache come upon him. A sharp aching within his skull that makes him wince and growl with pain. <span style="color: #000066">~Not again!~</span></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Svexyn:</strong> Stares with sudden awareness. <span style="color: #B22222">"Ah, and you feel it too... you are connected with the doom somehow aren't you!?"</span> </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Vandrok:</strong> <span style="color: #000066">"Silence!"</span> He roars shaking his horns too and fro. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Svexyn steps away quickly, setting off into the expanse without another word.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>Vandrok stumbles forward, his headache lessening the nearer he gets to refuge. He knows the reason for it, along with the visions and persistant nightmares. The magic of his creators still runs through his veins. It pulls against his will everytime the cabal makes a new attempt to call him back, or perhaps destroy him? </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The specifics and mysteries of arcane magics are nothing he's cared to dwell upon enough to fully understand. He only knows the power of their influence greatly lessens within the Hills of Kumbakarna. A fact he attributes to the protection of The Hill Tribe and their ancient gods, Baezu being one of them. </em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="narayan, post: 7330083, member: 6677509"] [b]Vandrok the Relentless[/b] [I]Beneath the twinkling stars of the broad Akhenaten sky, Vandrok the Relentless, as he was now known, huffed and snorted through bulls nostrils as he stepped across the stony sands. Behind his horns a heavy carcass of a dire puma was draped across his shoulders. There were also two two dead wild boar dragging behind him in a net for good measure. Out here in the stony hills, open dunes and barren canyons of the Aluja Expanse; Vandrok was just another beast on the prowl. Roughly four years after his escape from Skull Mountain, nightly hunts were now the norm to keep himself fit and revel in life un-shackled, above ground. Hides and trophies of his kills would honor his new god Baezu, ancient deity of hunters and warriors. The meat would help feed the great Kumbakarna's extended family. He had taken the warcaptains advice and lived to thank him with a silent toast whenever he had to opportunity to drink horns of ale. Life was good now in the Hills of Kumbakarna, much better than he expected. Weakened and wounded as he was in the effort to flee Skull Mountain it would have been easy for them to bind him in shackles once more. Indeed judging by appearance alone Kumbakarna looked no less a demon than the evils he fled from. The difference was, Kumbakarna was content with what he already had and served only himself. As Vandrok approached his home a single torch appeared as a cloaked figure approached from the lee of the hills. Vandrok slowed his stride picking up his scent which was human... yet not entirely so? The stranger walked straight up to Vandrok without fear, close enough for Vandrok to look upon his features by the light of the flame he bore after he pulled off his hood. There stood before him now a Caishian of maybe twenty years of age, at least foot and a half shorter than he, wearing a leather jerkin over chain mail. There is a spiked chain coiled at his waist along with a short sword and a dagger of fine Caishian craftsmanship. [B]Stranger:[/B] [COLOR=#B22222]"You are the great horned one I saw in my vision!"[/COLOR] He says in the common tongue. [B]Vandrok:[/B] Snorts. [COLOR=#000066]"Who in the nine hells are you?"[/COLOR] [B]Stranger:[/B] [COLOR=#B22222]"I am Svexyn, of Caishia. A Dragon-shaman."[/COLOR] Vandrok narrows his gaze with instant fascination. For some time now he had the idea to find a dragon to learn some great knowledge or power. It was a desire he shared with no one, yet now suddenly there was a dragon shaman standing before him? Oddly coincidental to say the least and Vandrok never trusted coincidences. [COLOR=#000066]"What do you want ?!"[/COLOR] He asks with the great hoarse grunts of his deep bullish voice. [B]Svexyn.[/B] [COLOR=#B22222]"I bring a message. Seek the great Pit of Bet'Shava."[/COLOR] [B]Vandrok:[/B] Laughs. [COLOR=#000066]"I have heard of this pit, it is said to swallow trespassers whole and spit out their bones in clouds of dust!"[/COLOR] [B]Svexyn:[/B] Nods [COLOR=#B22222]"You are wise to be wary. Only the worthy or the invited may enter unharmed."[/COLOR] [B]Vandrok:[/B] [COLOR=#000066]"And which of those am I?"[/COLOR] He questions incredulously. [B]Svexyn:[/B] [COLOR=#B22222]"I do not presume to know anything except that Bet'Shava herself, the great dragon of the Aluja Expanse, knows all there is to know in [U]her[/U] demesne. The winds carry your thoughts to her as you wander each night. Forgive me I must go now. There is little time yet to accomplish my quest before the coming doom."[/COLOR] [B]Vandrok:[/B] [COLOR=#000066]"What coming doom?"[/COLOR] [B]Svexyn:[/B] Gestures back towards the hills. [COLOR=#B22222]"Go and speak to Wrenwil, one of the others I traveled with. We came by the so-called path of blood. He knows much about the doom..."[/COLOR] The Caishian says mysteriously. Suddenly Vandrok feels a headache come upon him. A sharp aching within his skull that makes him wince and growl with pain. [COLOR=#000066]~Not again!~[/COLOR] [B]Svexyn:[/B] Stares with sudden awareness. [COLOR=#B22222]"Ah, and you feel it too... you are connected with the doom somehow aren't you!?"[/COLOR] [B]Vandrok:[/B] [COLOR=#000066]"Silence!"[/COLOR] He roars shaking his horns too and fro. Svexyn steps away quickly, setting off into the expanse without another word. Vandrok stumbles forward, his headache lessening the nearer he gets to refuge. He knows the reason for it, along with the visions and persistant nightmares. The magic of his creators still runs through his veins. It pulls against his will everytime the cabal makes a new attempt to call him back, or perhaps destroy him? The specifics and mysteries of arcane magics are nothing he's cared to dwell upon enough to fully understand. He only knows the power of their influence greatly lessens within the Hills of Kumbakarna. A fact he attributes to the protection of The Hill Tribe and their ancient gods, Baezu being one of them. [/I] [/QUOTE]
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