The Legacy of Faer

I never asked for this.

(From the mind of Rikter)

So I went back and killed those zombies, and that has made all the difference. I feel so much better now. It’s like the sun is suddenly shining. At least it feels that way, I’m in a sewer here, so you gotta work with me. Let’s assume the sun is shining up there.

Either way, with the zombies dead and my urge to kill supressed. I returned to where the party should have been, but all tht was there was a tunnel which continued forward. The entire room that we were in and everything we had seen before was gone. I walked forward for a good time, thinking that maybe it was further than I remembered, but when I came to the gates which went out into the water I was extremely confused.

I made my way back to town, maybe they had too. I tried to think like they would, but there was noone talking to that dang pirate and that was a shocker for me. So I thought good and I thought hard. The bard loves to babble on and on regardless of whether someone is listening or not, so I figured I’d go to the place where the most amount of people could be gathered: The trade market.

Once there I could have sworn I saw the group. They were crowded together near a drainage pipe. I moved towards them, but suddenly some guy jumps in front of me. “You’re Rurik aren’t you?” I try to shove him off saying I’m not who he claims to be, but he isn’t buying it. “Don’t be bashful, of course you are. Hey everybody. It’s the invinceable Rurik.” Within seconds I’m surrounded.

I try to look through the crowd to the party but in the moment I lose sight of them they all disappear. I’m stuck dealing with a crowd of insignificant low-lifes. As they converge around me the urge to kill is getting higher and higher, and I’m not sure what I’m to do anymore. I finally push through the crowd of oggling ignoramuses and take the fast road out of town.

As I wondered through the woods all I could think was that the damn bard is becoming a problem, babbling on and on about the wonderful feats of her company which happenes to include the epicly stunning Rurik. I can’t stop being as great as I am so what am I to do to make people stop falling in love with Rurik. If only I wasn’t Rurik.

That’s when it hit me. I don’t have to be Rurik at all. All I need is some new armor and a new name and people won’t know the difference, for afterall what’s in a name. I’ll trade my armor in for something new, should be an even trade afterall and we’ll be good to go. Now I just need to think of a name.

It was then that I had the sneaking suspicion that I was not alone. That feeling of someone breathing down your neck and then he pounced. His sword bounced of my armor as he fell from the tree and in an instant I had him pinned against the trunk with my shield. He yelled for me to let him go. And that if I didn’t surrender and give him all that I owned I would regret it.

No mere man threatens me. I raised my sword to slit his throat but a sudden thought stopped me. “What’s your name?” I asked. He seemed confused and toke a moment to debate whether to answer the question. I pressed harder with my shield causing the spikes to pierce deeper into his flesh and he screamed out in pain, “Tynril! My name is Tynril!”

I run my blade across his throat. Tynril. I think I can live with that.

Blah Blah,Blah Blah,KILL!!!
Urge to kill RISING!

(From the mind of Rikter)

So after a very long couple of days we finally managed to kill the bastard who we believed to be behind the killing of these people’s friend. To be honest if it wasn’t for the promise of eventual murder of those deserving of death then I wouldn’t even be here. I’m beginning to feel like what I’m doing here is earning me a name for myself and that’s not a thing I want in life.

In fact Barlow can’t seem to keep his mouth shut about our doings here and his stories grow more and more unbeliveable as the days go by. I keep telling him to leave me out of the stories, but he doesn’t desire to honor my wishes and sooner or later I’m gonna sew the bastards mouth shut.

Now there I go getting distracted again. So as I was saying, we began to find more information as to some mass conspiracy going on that resulted in the death of their friend, or so says the weird looking orc hidden in solitude on the mountain with nothing but a dead wolf worn over his head as a cape to keep him company. Yeah, I said it. I’ll give you a moment to stir with that one.

You done. Alright good. They talk to this guy for what feels like hours and then he says he’s done talking. Konoss fills me in on the details as we wander back to the town. Seems that the guy we’re looking for is currently and has for quite some time been forming an underground army of the undead in the sewers. Yeah, I said it, but if I keep giving you time to soak this crap in then we’re gonna be here forever so just keep on your toes here.

So we go to talk to some crazy drunk pirate at the docks cause this guy apparently knows alot about what’s been going on in the sewers. I don’t understand why we don’t just go in swinging, but apparently we need more information before we can kill the things we need to kill. That’s news to me, since running in swinging wildly has never failed me before. I undestand if your some kind of sissy, but not this man.

So they babble on for several more hours. We get the location of where this guy should be in the sewers, but for whatever reason we need to play 20 million questions ever after the fact. I’ll admit, I got bored and wandered off. The need to kill got the better of me so I struck down some random villager. He appeared to be up to no good, but that’s about everyone in this town. I’ll pray for it later or something.

I returned to find them still talking on and on so just kind of took a nap near them and when they were finally ready we headed out. We’ve passed one group of zombies down here but Barlow and Ailyn seem to think it would be a bad idea to attack them as we could alert the man who raised them.

So we moved further into the sewers and found ourselves sitting at a ladder going down into the high-tide. We have to wait here until it lowers so that we can climb down, which could take hours. So here I am. Writing about all this crap because I don’t know what else to do. Come to think of it. I think I’m gonna go kill those zombies.

Rikter. Over and out.

I Believe Introductions are in Order
This mission has opened up a can of worms.

(From the mind of Rikter)

I arrived in Pirate’s Cove to complete a mission much like any other. The damn place is a maze of buildings, but I kept to myself for most of my time and found that if I didn’t wander off it was impossible to get lost. My mission was an easy one. I won’t bore with the details, but it’s fair to say that the man has been exterminated.

Anyways, what I’m getting on about here is the fact that, a man gets bored and edgey after having not spilt blood for so many days. Alright, I get edgey after having not spilt blood for so many days. ALRIGHT, hours, but that’s beside the point.

So I decide that I need a good glass of wine to calm my nerves and I travel out into the labrynth. I’m walking around for almost an hour before I trip over something. When I looked back there was this little gnome sitting there.

Now I’m not one to hate on anyone purely based on race, but these small people really need to start watching where us larger people are going. I try to explain my feelings to the gnome, but she snaps back with something about how us large people need to look out for them. I can tell I’m not going to get anywhere with this argument. We agree to to disagree.

So this being the only person still alive that I’ve spoke to since I got in this hell-hole, I ask her if she’ss show me the way to a bar. She has a smirk on her face when she says yes. I’m not sure what she has planned, but I can’t say that I’m interest. I guess we’ll see what happens after a bottle of wine. I ask her to come along and tell her my name. She’s says hers is Ailyn Treg.

We end up getting a little side tracked trying to get to the bar. Have I mentioned that this place is a maze yet? I think I have, but allow me to reiterate: Ahem, this place is a God Damn maze from hell. I hate it. And now you know that. We run into this ragtag group of four thugs in some back alleyway. Their eyeing up Ailyn and demanding to recieve some form of pay. In a nice way I tell them to kindly go screw themselves or they’re as good as dead.

My genius words are not taken to heart, so they have to have a long discussion with Ailyn about why they want the items and why she should give them up. I sit there moving my hand around the handle of my blade wanting so desperately to just cut them down. The itch to kill was growing strong and the more these idiots fought for sympathy from us, the greater the itch became.

Finally the leader of this group draws his weapon and I smile, knowing he just made the last decision of his life and he should of picked a msarter one to go out on. I charge in blindly cutting down anything that stands in my path. Little do I know that AIlyn is packing herself, and that she apparently had some backup waiting in the wings as some half-orc comes flying down from the rooftops and cuts this one guy clean down his spine.

Now I’m all for breaking stereotypes and all, as I eluded to earlier with my lack of racism, but when half-orcs start leaping from the rooftops I begin to become a bit skeptical. As it turns out he’s on my side so I’m not gonna let it bother me too much.

The bastards begin dropping about as quick as I expect them to. One of them actually hit me though, and I’ll give him credit for that. A touch, a touch, I do confess it, but now he’s dead so you tell me who wins.

They teleport themselves out with some kind of necklace, but there’s no way I’m letting them get away. I grab one of the glowing necklaces and in half curiosity, half insanity I decide to hold onto it and teleport to wherever they’re going. It pops me through a dimensional door and thankfully I wind up in a room with one of the ones I already knocked out.

Ailyn and her friend must have done just fine in my absence as soon enough the two other guys with necklaces dimensional door into the next room. I move to the door, noticing the man in the room with me is human, and I mock his pain and anguish. I can’t help myself. The second the door opens, the poor guy gets sacked. Nothing like a good decapitation to satisfy your need to kill.

The last guy pulls back into the corner, and tries to activate some switch on the bookcase. I can’t manage to stop him in time, but Ailyn and the half-orc enter just in time to finish him off themselves. I walk back and finish off the unconcious man.

I didn’t want any survivors, but as it turns out they decided to let the fourth guy go since he showed them how to find me. Note to Self: There cannot be someone who lived to tell a fight with Rikter. Finish him off at all costs.

The half-orc and I are finally given introductions. He calls himself Konoss. He’s suprisingly well spoken for a half-orc, which is very comforting.

I no longer need a drink to satisfy my itch, but now I damn sure need a celebratory drink. We head down to this place they call The Dirty Mermaid. At first entrance this seems like a great place. People are brawling all over the place and I’m almost taken off of my feet as some guys pushes another one to the ground right in front of me.

I kick the guy on the ground right in the ribs and hi five his assailant as I make my way up to the bar. There’s some dwarf sitting next to the bar. I ask her if I can have a drink, but she refuses and our relationship was immediately off to a poor start. I try and order a drink, but the bartender is so drunk off his ass that it takes way longer then I may have wanted.

He finally does lay a bottle of wine down on the table, but he doesn’t even have a glass to go with it. I shudder at the thought of drinking such fine liguid right out of the bottle like a savage, but I have no choice. I reach for the bottle, but somebody falls from the balcony and lands down on the bar crushing my bottle beneath his back. I swing angerly at his face, seeking retribution, but a monkey comes leaping down ontop of his face, and I can’t stop myslef mid punch. The monkey takes the brunt of the blow and the two go toppling off of the bar.

Ailyn retrieves another bottle for me and I drink it down with great satisfaction. The drink is delicious. Nice and sweet without being to overbearing. I slosh it around in my mouth savoring the taste. When the bottle is empty I’m not sure what exactly to do with it, but I have a pretty good idea.

I turn away from the bar and yell at the top of my lungs. The chaos stops momentarily as the entire bar turns to look at me. I toss the bottle in no particular direction and it catches some guy directly in the face. The chaos immediately resumes. He comes barreling after me, but I easily step aside and he topples over the bar. A monkey comes flying across the bar, I can only imagine for my head, but it falls short and the thing latches onto the dwarfs face.

I chuckle as I walk out of the bar. That’s what she gets for not sharing a drink with me. I’m almost out the door when I’m grabbed by the back of the head by a monkey. It doesn’t take a bard to figure out who through it. The dwarf rushes past me and out the door before I can stop her, but I rip the monkey off and spike it to the ground before chasing her out of the bar.

It’s a long chase through these winding streets, but soon enough I catch the bitch at a nearby inn. Seems she is with Ailyn and Konoss as well as she rushes behind their feet. I’m towering over her and demanding retribution, but Konoss tells me that if I lay a hand on her I’m going to be in trouble. Although I’d love to see it happen I decide for a different approach.

I demand two crossbow bolts from the Dwarf and after much confrontation she eventually hands them over. I immediately tie one to each forearm of my armor as a constant reminder of my dominance over the dwarf. I make the reasoning known and move to the door. Konoss says something as I’m walking away, but I have no idea what.

I have to admit that there’s something I like about this new group. SO much so that it has me actually telling tales of my life, which I’ve never done before. I might have to burn these when all is said and done, but who knows. Maybe these people will give a me a story that’s best not to be forgotten.

I’ll worry about learning the dwarf’s name tomorrow. For now I’m going to sleep feeling victorious. I killed some bastards, got a drink, and, as far as I’m concerned, I’ve proved my dominance among this new group. I consider that a sucessful day.

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