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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fenris2" data-source="post: 3701053" data-attributes="member: 7318">Here is mine...The story of Catzan and MouseCatzan Emberwile and Emily “Mouse” Festron were both humans, originally from a small village right on the edge of the XXX desert in Cormand's domain.  They grew up neighbors, and both families relied upon each other during tough times.  So it was no surprise they became friends, lovers and eventually husband and wife.  What is unusual is the line of work they gravitated to in order to support themselves - bounty hunting, body guarding, infiltration and some say assassination.At first it started with small jobs here or there like caravan guards or retrievers of 'lost' goods. But, over the years, their successes as a team grew.  Catzan provided the muscle, Mouse provided the magic, and both were sneaky enough for any 10 beings.  It was not long before they were taking on ever more dangerous and lucrative jobs for important people, and fiends for that matter.  Pretty soon their team handle of CatzanMouse, or just Cat and Mouse in the bar room rumors of the unwashed masses, was fairly well known in all the wrong circles.So long as they were useful to the right people things went well.  But that is sadly not how it went down in the end.  Mouse knew that the only escape for their souls was undeath, and she had access to a wide range of spells that could help with that.  Catzan agreed, and so both took the journey to undeath to prevent their eventual demise and the torment their souls souls would surely suffer.  Such was not that unsual.What was unusual was that both Catzan and Mouse wanted more.  Secretly their funds had been invested into undead research and they were working toward creating smarter forms of basic undead (awaken undead - Spell Compendium).   Forms that could be used for smithy, guarding or anything else that normally stupid undead could not do for that matter.  Someone?'s agents began sniffing around, and when Catzan and Mouse were non-commital about it, the agents left.  The duo immediately began packing up their things to move, but a lab does not move in a day.  They were not quick enough, for a raid of demons appeared that very night...***Catzan got back to his feet standing over the corpse of the bloated demon that dripped ichor unto his bedroom floor...  Only to see the dazed form of Mouse held by two other clawed demons.  One laughed and licked his lips and said, “Her soul will be ours...  And yours is next human!”  “No!” he yelled as both blades rose to defend his wife, but it was two late.  The other demon shoved a clawed hand though his wife's back and out her belly, as some blood welled from her mouth.  He knew she was done for unless he could save her quickly.  Then a sound from the next room as the door burst inward and other demons began filing in, many other demons.  “There were still others?!”, he thought, “and they were summoning more..  It was hopeless. A total defeat.  All those years of work... Or, was it?”A smile crossed his face as he shouted, 'Maybe not fiends!”, and then more quietly, “I am sorry my love.” he  dropped a scimitar and drew his dagger, a thanium (Comp warrior p137) dagger...  And then tumbled into the demons midst,  taking a claw for his efforts.  But the import part was that he had stabbed his wife, and finished her himself.  For the dagger now held her soul embedded in it.  Her essence was safe from the demons, even if her flesh was not.With a snarl just appearing on the demons lips, he gripped the dagger tightly and flitted ethereal (ring of blinking) through the house walls.  Defeated, but not entirely so...  no, not entirely he thought.   He ran off leaving what sounded like dozens of ragging demons behind him.  He focused his thoughts on the fact he had Mouse's soul in his blade, and tried not to think on what was surely happening back in their house...***Goals: So, that leaves Catzan having Mouse's Soul in his dagger, which he wears around his neck on a chain.  Looking for a way to restore her (true res needed), as well as to build up enough power to be safe...  As if that was ever truly possible in this world...   Future goal would be to re-establish what they were doing.  For example,  cash in on what a horde of skeletal weapons smiths and armorers could do to their cash flow.  Or start an undead nation..  Or, well...  Whatever.Plot hooks:  Who sent the demon squad?  Will they be back?  What does Catzan need to do to get his fair Mouse back?  Concept: Catzan is LN/N mobility fighter/rogue.  I.e. taking the scout/thief roll.   Mouse is a rogue/priest cohort (not that that matters for now.  It can be dealt with when/if it comes up..) who specialized in necromancy.  Good or evil are pretty abstract for them and he/they can likely work with anyone.I will email prc details for dervish prc now, not sure of copyright stuff so better safe than sorry... lmk if you get it.</blockquote>

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