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Message: <blockquote data-quote="MrFilthyIke" data-source="post: 1988242" data-attributes="member: 13915">Ve'sadriphe MahkeylVe’sadriphe Mahkeyl(veh-SAH-dre-fay MAH-kail)A human male in his twenties, Ve’sadriphe is a fine example of a Kio male born into a family of wealth and prominence in his home town of Whon, the capital of the nation of Capharra.  Fair white skin, platinum blonde shoulder-length hair, and unnerving lavender eyes contrast with his dark clothing.  A mithril coat hidden under a high-collared blood red shirt embroidered with golden phoenixes, paired with black breaches and black leather boots.  Over this is worn a high-collared cloak, black as the new moon night and held with a silver pin given to him my an enchanting elven bard, and black leather gloves enchanted with golden images of clouds and hawks which allows him to summon birds of prey from the very heavens themselves.  About his neck hangs a silver holy symbol of his chosen deity…Cadic, god of stealth, murder, and music.At his waist hangs a sword and punching dagger, both finely wrought.  Ve’sadriphe has forsaken the Kio tradition of dueling with the traditional Kio blade, and uses a two-weapon technique taught to borders scouts and huntsmen on the move.  The sword is a long blade, bejeweled and keen, taken from the dead hands of Invapis, a despicable slaver and flesh-peddler.  The punching dagger is a wicked and cruelly sharp knife named Cadic’s Mercy, for it has often put people out of their misery, as is the will of Cadic.Strapped across his back is a bow of darkwood, short but taught.Ve’sadriphe is a former Vyhre’ki (translated to Talonman) of the Phoenix Ve’ki (translated to Flight).  Being born into money, Ve’sadriphe was guaranteed an easy life and most likely a commission to a powerful position.  But something was always different about the young boy, and his eternal love for the night and dark places came to the forefront early in his childhood.  He did join the nations military, but in the service of the branch that focused on scouting, espionage, and surveillance.Here he excelled his knack for ambushing, sneaking, and getting the drop on others panned out well.  But things took a turn for the worse, when on a simple mission, the Ve’ki was surprised by bugbears!  The goblinoids got the advantage, and quickly slew the men under Ve’sadriphe’s command.  Only one man made it out with him, and he soon passed into Beltine’s Cauldron while still in the wild.  That day, he swore his hatred upon any goblin he ever faced again, and darkness settled upon his heart.The scandal shook the family, as pride was important.  Ve’sadriphe, to save face, left quietly a few nights later and never returned to Capharra in the League of Princes.Ve'sadriphe is a dark, brooding man of few words and swift action.  He is quick to take up the good fight, and never asks for compensation.  He holds his honor and integrity above everything, and speaks only the plain truth.  When justice can be brought down upon the wicked, Ve'sadriphe is the first to introduce a wrong-doer to Cadic's embrace, even if justice requires going above and beyond the law.  He has decided to bring justice to the wicked lands beyond the League, and now travels the world on horseback.And that’s when, while traveling through Milandir, he met a Dwarven warrior woman named Vanka, and his real adventures began…------------------------------------------Freeport, city of pirates…I loath this place.  Give me the outdoors and wide open spaces, not the crowded streets and filthy run-off of the hive of humanity.  We are here because we found a young boy child ship-wrecked upon a small island, nay…a rock in the ocean.  We gave him shelter and succor on our ship, only to be attacked by pirates!  They captured him and we managed to follow their ship here, but now the search is on to find this child, obviously of noble blood, and save him before the worst happens.Glib words, handshakes, and lots of coin have lead us to an inn that’s right up the road from here.  Maybe the contact there knows…AMBUSH!  Quickly I duck as the scimitar whistles above my head.  My blades are out, Invapis’ blade in the right, Cadic’s Mercy in the left.  Parrying the second assailant’s swing, I plunged Cadic’s Mercy into the chest of my first attacker and am rewarded with the knowledge of his death, as his heart’s blood pumps out and down my forearm.Standing back up, and a more suitable fighting stance, I quickly spin and twist to the side to dodge my third opponent’s stab with a short blade.  Quick counting before parrying the second man’s swing reveals four more men lunging at me, I’m surrounded!  Cut off from my group (who are also swarmed with attackers), I go on the defensive, my sword parrying swings and my knife deflecting thrusts that tear into my cloak.I see an opening, and as one thug lunges with his blade I lean back and hook it in Cadic’s Mercy, using his momentum to lead the blade into the chest of his ally.  Horror washes across his face as he slays his accomplice, and is then run through himself upon my sword.My other foes hesitated as the two men dropped to the ground, and I pressed the advantage and went on the attack.  A deft slash and one thug dropped his scimitar, blood spurting from the artery cut in wrist of his fighting hand, while another gave a shout, raised his sword above his head and came to an abrupt stop, finished only by a gurgle, as my punch dagger was pulled from where I embedded it in his throat.I turned as another tried to flank me, and parried his swing as I was hit in the side by the remaining attacker, his blade biting deep.  As I pulled away from the man who wounded me, I span around and brought my sword down upon his forearm and cracked the bone, while turning some more and shoving Cadic’s Mercy into the belly on the last standing opponent.As the two slumped to the ground, I panted and winced at the pain in my side.  I could see my party, and my friend Vanka had felled their foes.  As I approached, I chuckled slightly, and helped Vanka pull her great axe from the head of her victim.  “Hit them any harder, and we’ll need a team of horses to get the axe out next time”The party laughed, and then began searching the bodies for clues as to who had sent these thugs after them.edit: email same as above - mrfilthyike (AT) gmail (DOT) com</blockquote>

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