Character+-+Concepts

**Tanya and Mikhail (Stu)**


This is my character concept currently. The very short story is that Mikhail sacrificed himself to save his sister Tanya. His spirit resides in the golem that now protects her.

Dual Aspect -
 * //Lord Pelleas of the Red Crucifixion///****Illya - Sacrifice/Love**

Mechanical - Looking at Beastmaster Ranger to pull this off. I will post up powers and such once I get a firm grasp of what I like.

**Rezac (Ed)**
Chapter One in the story of how Rezac (and his friends) came from across the seas to join the Army of General Mazurin, founded the unit known as the Warhounds, and conquered the Crowned Keep, etc. Some great pictures are included ( that picture of The Corporal is bad-ass!)



This is the character that I played for years in Everquest, but have never made a D&D character for, etc.





My character concept is a half-breed dark elf/half-human that is a master swordsman -- who has mixed both Drow and Human fighting styles into something unique. His very short story is that his parents became unlikely lovers, before his mother was tragically killed. Rezac (his name means "butcher" or "slayer" in the Dark Elven tongue) and his father escaped.

His father's people had been druidic in faith, worshippers of the Fey, but in order to save his son the father had to embrace a life of kill or be killed. Rezac was then raised by his father (who is also named Rezac, a name with a different meaning in the human language) in a borderlands/outlaw cavern city (called "Neriak") full of humans, dwarves, exiled Drow (and other underdark/surface races etc.) where he has never really fit in, always being happier wandering off and exploring.

(His father was the city's executioner, and was one of the somewhat anarchous city's "leaders" and foremost land-holders, as well as once being the leading fighting trainer of the town. Rezac the Elder has been vanished these many years, however...)

His father's people worshipped the Stormraven, and the balance between eternal vigilance and the un-tameably ferocious power of the wild that lurks within us all (particularly those of elven blood, of course.) And his mother had dedicated herself to The Axeman (death).

Rezac mixes these two things; he owes a debt to The Axeman, and death seems to follow him, but it is a fealty that he feels only reluctantly and with great regret for its necessity. On the other hand, he has worked his whole life (mastering the two styles of bladework, getting along with so many nasty folks in Neriak, etc.) to make himself vigilant and disciplined, never giving in to the wildness within himself. (Although that possibly means it has only grown stronger over the years...)

Dual Aspect -
 * //The Axeman/Stormraven// - Death/Vigilance, something wild lurking inside us all (particularly those with elven blood) etc.**

Mechanical - Right now, going with a Drow Long-Knife wielding Sorcerer (Storm template.) Going to re-work all the powers so that they are more "master swordsman" and dealer of death than actual arcane spell casting etc., although with a possible Fey magic/supernatural ferocity unleashed aspect too.




 * Wake Bourning (Goes by Bourning)**

Huvog Thousand Maws (abominations, oozes, and the Night Sea) Harrowmourn (nightmares and damnation)

__**History**__ From his birth, those of his village turned from him. The eldest matron knew in her heart he was "wrong" from the beginning and named him "Red Tide" a term of outcast within his fishing village. A beautiful child, in his youth he faced constant scorn from his peers. He fought with the other children of the village daily... became good with his fists, and quick to temper. The only outlet of love being that of his younger brother, someone he found himself constantly defending because of their shared bloodline. How he longed to never have been born... never to have cost his father his work and livelihood, his brother a shamefilled youth, and his mother so many tears...

The only solace he kept was late in the evenings, when all in the house were quiet, and he listened to the tides roar from the small bedroom he shared with his brother. They quieted him to sleep and fed him dreams of love and security. He would wake refreshed with the rise of the sun. On his 15th birth year, he was awoken from a glorious dream of swimming the depths of the sea by the stark and frantic death throws of his younger brother. With a scream his parents rushed to find their youngest boy dead in his sheets, deep claw marks and oozing blood about his neck where he had tried to tear free an unseen grip around his throat. Young Bourning cried for hours... deep hallowing cries of unreasonable guilt and pain. The death was all it took to cast young Wake from the village.

Cursed by family and community, he was forced out into a world unknown. Taking jobs on fishing trawlers and ferries up-river he did his best to learn and "stay out of the way." He was faced with many fights in bars over issues that could never hoped to be settled... a habit he was used to. He became good at reading a man's sincerity, judging when to walk away and when to plant foot. And was ever harrowed by the whispers of the tides... love and courage... protection and reassurance were the feelings that struck him. Something he had never known as a boy, was given to him daily. The harder he fought, the stronger the feeling. As a young man now, the tides still speak to him in the evening time. When the sun is gone he hears their whispers... and they make promises of the Old Ones repaying those that still seek their strength in prayer. He knows nothing of religion, but prays in the eventine to the "Lords that listen between the breaks" all the same. They who have nourished him, picked him up when he was felled, and given him the strength to crush those that stand before his wake... he will continue to trust them. They are all he truly knows.


 * A few things about Bourning**

Bourning is fiercely defensive of his party mates... if one in the party is struck he will rally beyond rational patience... If you are cast down, he will not stop until you are revenged. You are his family. He knows nothing else.

In demeanor he is quiet in nature. In the last year you may have noticed that when rational inquiry has failed us in finding information... a few whispers from Bourning have granted us great strides in our line of questioning... and often a messed set of trousers for the recipient. He is quite scary when he needs to be, though you would never expect it from him when speaking with you.

In combat he is a marvel. He is quick to strike on the front line and yet punish those that will not meet him in battle. He has used chants, unseen forces of power, and even illusions (so you think) to terrify and manipulate your enemies. He can be in one place at one moment and then splash to the floor as if made of water... only to return behind your quarry with a grip around their throat. He has manifested tentacles, scales, and tides of water in combat... On very rare occasions, when all seemed dire, he has said "shut your eyes brothers" and you have felt you needed to... if only for a moment. You knew that something aberrant and unnatural occurred... in that split second. But when you finished your blink there was only Bourning and a failing enemy, fighting in combat you could not help but rejoin. Some of the more arcane/primal focused of you may have sensed a great "doom" upon the shoulders of Bourning. And where you trust him, you know that the tale of the elder matron's curse of "Red Tide" may have been more than an old woman's scorn.

He will protect you with his life... and you should know and believe that beyond all else.

"I've never known a bad night's rest. My eyes close and the world I enter is far more beautiful than anything you could ever experience. I can only imagine the shape of a nightmare. And I can imagine a great deal... See my creation!"

"Anyone can picture monsters in their mind's eye and be frightened. I prefer to find one's deepest pain, a lost brother, a forgotten child, a father's scorn in youth... and play it over and over to them -- until the image cracks their soul."

"To walk in life as I do in dreams would be a wonderful thing..."

__**Daniel Shaper**__

Daniel's story started not at the beginning of his life but on the night his adopted father, James, found the young boy perched atop a rock outcropping while a fierce thunderstorm battered the ground and nearby trees with lightning strikes. James was the blacksmith for a small farming community and had been returning from his yearly trip to the larger city for supplies a fortnight's journey away. He was nearly home when the storm almost appeared without warning. Caught in the open so suddenly and frightened for his very life, James hurried his horse off the road and sought some form of shelter. When he reached the base of a massive oak tree that he thought would give him some shelter from the furious storm a bolt of lightning struck the trunk and immediately began to fall towards him. James ran in the only direction he could to avoid the tree, completely unaware of direction or further danger. His only desire was to survive, to make it back to his small cottage and the loving arms of his wife Beth and their small daughter Sera. He ran harder as the noise of the falling oak drowned out the crack of thunder. His legs burned as he sprinted up the hillside and his lungs felt like they would burst. He had no idea how tall the tree was and therefore never knew how far exactly he needed to run, only that if he stopped his wife and daughter would be alone in this world.

Directly up the hill about 5 more strides was a massive rock and James knew his only hope was to somehow get around it and just maybe he will see their smiling faces. 2 strides left, he wasn't going to make it. His heart pumped harder, he couldn't feel his legs and he let a prayer pass his lips. He prayed for the salvation of his family, for them to be safe when he was gone and that his daughter grow to adulthood happily. He pictured their faces in his mind as he dove to the ground beside the boulder just as the tree completed its fall. James was sure he was dead because gone was the rain and the thunder. Only darkness remained and he chuckled to himself as he thought that his death didn't hurt at all. After a long 5 seconds of motionless pause he noticed his heart was still beating and if that wasn't proof enough that he had survived, the rumbling boom of thunder that deafened him surely was. The tree had fallen directly on top of the boulder, slid off to the side he had dove to and come to rest inches above his prone body. The fear of his near death and the realization that a massive tree sat above him caused him to move once again. He crawled from underneath the tree soaked, muddy and fairly certain he had pissed himself. Not really knowing to expect anything more than more rain, more thunder and even more god awful lightning James drug himself on his hands and knees from under the fallen wood. As he pushed aside the last of the leaves and smaller branches that obscured his view what he saw took his breath from him. Seated on a rock only smaller than the one that had served as a safety catch was what appeared to be a small boy calmly watching the storm crash around him.

James pulled himself to his feet and with an awestruck numbness filling his body he stumbled to the side trying to get a better view. As he neared the boy, who still hadn't noticed him, he was thrown back as a bolt struck the ground amazingly close to the boys perch. He quickly found himself down in the mud again and cursed his bad fortune and then immediately jumped up thinking that the boy had surely been hurt or possibly killed. Not for the first time that night, James Shaper was dumbfounded by what he saw. The little blonde boy who looked to be but a few years older than his daughter sat crossed legged on top of the boulder smiling as if he had been given a toy to play with. With each roll of the thunder and strike of lightning the boy chuckled and clapped. how did he come to be here? how can he not be afraid? Was he slow of the mind and didn't recognize the danger he was in? James stood there trying to answer these questions in vain before he took another step towards the boy. With an extended arm he reached for the boy and as he went to call out to him the boy turned to him and James felt almost blessed as the boys smile conveyed a calm happiness and sense of safety. "Hello sir, have you come to play with Father too?"

Confused might explain what James felt as he heard those words and he searched his mind for a reply when the boy spoke again. "Will you sit with me? My name is Daniel. What's your name?" James felt a calmness wash over him and didn't know if it was some strange magic or just the absence of fear in this small child. "My name is James. Its nice to meet you." he replied as he took a seat next to the boy, almost oblivious to the storm still raging near him. " You said you were playing with your father. Where is he?" Daniel's face contorted as if he couldn't understand the question and he simply pointed to the largest thundercloud in the sky. This night is getting stranger with each passing moment James thought to himself. He did know that sitting next to him was a very special boy and whatever was at work here, he was now a part of it.

They sat together on that rock for the entire night. They spoke every now and then but mostly just watched the lightning dance across the clouds and crash to the ground. The wind blew, the rain fell and still they didn't move until it all subsided early the next morning as the sun shone through the clouds. Lames asked Daniel where he lived and that same quizzical look came to his face again. He shrugged his shoulder and said "I don't know". "Would you like to come home with me?" James asked and then Daniel's face lit up again and the smile returned. "Yes" was all he said and he hopped down from the rock and started down the hill. How did he know which direction I came from? James thought to himself and just as quickly, he dismissed it. Its just another thing I cant explain and don't really see the point trying to. He headed down the hill himself and found the boy standing by the horse petting it, patiently waiting to go home.

That night was 8 years before Daniel ever realized that he was special. James and Beth took him in and raised him alongside Sera as their own. The village accepted him easily enough. It was hard not to. He was perpetually happy, always willing to help with chores and that smile of his could brighten the darkest hour in an instance. As time passed the Daniel grew to be a tall handsome young man. He spent his days toiling with his father in the shop. He said he liked to hear the hammer fall because it reminded him of the thunder. Those 8 years were the happiest times for Daniel and for the rest of the family for that matter. Everything seemed complete and whole. The village itself seemed to also experience a time of great fortune. Each year the rains came and blessed the crops with the right amount of water and spared the village of any damage they had come to expect from the floods during the rainy season. All was good and it was as if something watched over them. On most of those thundery nights Daniel would leave the house and find himself a high perch and watch the storms play themselves out. When she was old enough Sera would sneak out the window of her room and join him. At first she was afraid but just as it was with her father all those years before Daniel's calming influence belayed her fears and she watched the storms with her big brother. The world was a wonderful place during those times.

Fortune could only shine upon them for so long though and one day Daniel's life changed suddenly. He had been sent to chop and gather wood when heard the thunder of hooves. He paid no mind to it at first but when the screams pierced the air his heart sank. Daniels legs propelled his 6'6" frame through the underbrush of the woods easily. The idea that his family or friends were in trouble spurred him on even quicker. He broke through the edge of the woods and what he saw ripped his heart from his chest. The village was on fire, bodies lay scattered across the ground. Some fell where they had been working just before he left others looked as if they had tried to run. All seemed dead and the blood was everywhere. He was frozen where he stood. Large horses encased in armor bearing riders that looked like they came from a nightmare darted in between the cottages killing at random and howling with pleasure. He snapped from his frozen inaction when he saw his mother run from their cottage with his sister. A sinister looking brute followed wielding a huge sickle. the brute knew there was no escape so he saw no need to hurry. He was reveling in their fear and enjoyed their screams of terror. What the brute didn't expect was the large smithies hammer to fall upon his head with a skill only someone who had wielded it for the past 30 years could produce. The mans head simply disappeared in a red mist and his body crumpled to the ground. James stood over the body for a mere second before he called for his wife and daughter to return so he could offer some from of protection. Daniel broke into a run hoping that he could do something. Aside from the occasional boyhood brawl that he always took the worst of, he had no experience fighting let alone killing. He dismissed that thought as the desire to protect the people he loved so dearly took over.

He reached his father just as his mother and sister did. "I had hoped you were gone from here son" was all James said as he took his wife and daughter under his arms and looked for a safe place to escape to. James ushered them towards the treeline that Daniel had ran from. They had taken a few steps to it when suddenly they were cut off by the largest horse Daniel had ever seen. It was taller at the flank than Daniel was tall. It looked as if it had ridden straight from hell and atop it sat a devil for sure. Encased in bloodied black armor and carrying a long great-sword that appeared to be too big for any one man to wield with any level of efficiency was the leader of the war band that had invaded the village. Several other horse appeared as well cutting of any retreat. Beth and Sera cried into James chest. Daniel stared into the leaders eyes, gone was the customarily happy smile and in its place he wore a scowl of absolute hatred for this man and his kind. The man dismounted and stepped in front of Daniel. Without flinching or showing any sign of fear Daniel struck the taller and much more broad man across the face and as he pulled his arm back for another strike suddenly found himself on the ground 10 feet behind the place he originally stood. He was certain his ribs broke from the kick that the man delivered to his midsection. He hadn't even seen him move. As he stood to charge the beast of a man he was restrained by the arms by the Warriors men. He watched as his father begged for the lives of his wife and children.

Sera was thrown to the ground at Daniel's feet. His mother was manhandled and groped by men like the ones holding him. His father stood alone, cut off from his family and in front of the leader. His hammer still in his hand, he comfortably shifted his balance to a stance that was more appropriate for fighting. James would not give up so easily when the lives of his family were on the line. He would gladly forfeit his life to save his families. As admirable as the thought was, James stood no chance. The leader was a veteran of decades of combat. The absurdly large sword weaved and struck like a viper as he toyed with James. A cut here, a pommel strike there. James was dieing one strike at a time and his family was being forced to watch. The brute began to grow bored with James futile attempt at combat and started to taunt him. He bellowed that he would take his wife and use her flesh in the most vile of ways. Pointing to Sera he threatened to slowly lower her onto a pike so as to avoid her major organs and guarantee a slow painful death. He promised that Daniel would be last for striking him. It would be his punishment. All the while James tried to fight as best he could until he collapsed at the feet of the brute and begged. The warrior bade James to rise and offered a choice. He would consider sparing his wife and children if James told him where the shard was. James looked at the man with a genuinely confused look and stuttered out " I don't know of any shard! I am a blacksmith! We do not know anything!" The warriors features relaxed for a moment and he signaled for Beth to be released and she fell into her husbands arms between the warrior and James. "So you do NOT know of the shard that I speak of?" said the leader. "No, I dont! please spare my families lives!" Beth began to sob uncontrollably and James fell back to arms length and softly reassured her that everything would be alright. With a quickness that no man his size could possess the warrior swung his sword over his head in a vertical circle and stuck Beth, splitting her clean in two. As Beth's face erupted into two halves and sprayed blood all over James. Sera and James both screamed. Daniels father crumbled to his knees crying. He was inconsolable as he sobbed. Men appeared on both sides of him, took his hand and bound them both with a separate rope then placed another around his neck. Daniel followed the lengths of rope to see where they led. His breath caught in his chest when he saw that they were each tied to a horse. James looked up and called for his children to look at him. The Warband's leader began to laugh. James told Sera that he loved her and would see her soon. He shifted his gaze to Daniel and told him to watch over his sister then the horse took off in a gallop. The sight of his father being pulled apart affected Daniel in so many ways. He was hurt on a level he had never experienced before. The sound of his sister screaming made him worry and he felt the need to protect her.

True to his word the big brute meant to kill Daniel last after he watched his sister die. The big warrior made some crude joke about "serving up the daughter in reverse order of the mother" and raised his sword above his head in preparation. Daniel scream was primal and the strength that surged through him was fed by the love he felt for the last remaining member of the family that raised him. He broke free from the men holding him back and ran to his sister. He was five steps from her. Her only hope was that he get to her in time. He had no idea what he could do but he must try. 2 strides left, it was too far away. Daniels body filled with a familiar energy and he let a prayer escape his lips. "Let me save my sister, let me save what is left of my village. Let Sera know happiness in her old age. Please Father! give me the power!" Daniel dove between the falling sword and his Sera. Just as the sword struck him he was sure that he had sacrificed his own life to slightly prolong his sisters a miraculous thing happened. Lightning struck at that very moment and in that very spot. It had struck Daniel.

Daniel wasn't really aware of his surroundings, wasn't even aware he was alive. he looked up expecting to see his sister or the invading band of brutes but all he saw was fog or at least what he thought was fog. Were his sister should have been stood a warrior. Not one like the dirty killers that attacked his village. This one stood tall and radiated pride, confidence and a martial might greater than anything Daniel could fathom. He wore a suit of chain mail that shined as if a bright light was on him but Daniel couldn't see any source of light. He face was covered by a long flowing beard that was split halfway down his chest. The muscles in his arms bulged as he extended an arm to Daniel and he told him to rise. Daniel's hand looked tiny in this man's hand as he stood. The memories of his village flooded back to him as he stood and his heart began to race. "Where am I? Who are you? I must get back to Sera! She needs me, my village needs me!" Daniel was frantic. "Worry not my son, I am aware of what has befallen your village. I am aware of what you asked for as well. you want the power to stop that tragedy do you not?" the big man bellowed. "Who are you and what is this place?" Daniel asked. "I am the one who has watched you grow, I am the one who resides in your heart and I am the one you call Father. I am Thrym Thundersoul and you are going to be my Champion."

Daniel recognized this warrior on a level he couldn't explain. Could this really be his Father in the sky? He knew he couldn't remember anything before that night when James Shaper had found him but could this really be the explanation? Could this be where he came from? "If you are to save your sister you must hurry and make your decision. I did not want it to be this way but you asked for my help and the choice was always your to make when it came to this." Thrym spoke with urgency but with a tone of endearment Daniel knew only from James. "What choice must I make? How can I save her from those men? I am not a warrior! I am a blacksmith's son" Daniel spoke those last words more to himself in an attempt to wrap his brain around what was happening. A tear rolled down his cheek when he thought of mother and father and the brutal pain they experienced in the last moments of their lives. "You are to be a champion of Thrym and will carry my banner with you across that land. That is your destiny, it always has been. The only thing that you have a hand is when you become that champion." Thrym's voice filled Daniel with pride and energy as he spoke but he still faltered as he reconciled his predicament in his head. " I am the one who placed you in that village, I placed you in that family and watched you for these past years. You felt my presence and knew the truth on some level. Now the time has come regardless of convenience. You must choose. Do you want the power to save Sera or will you deny her a long life and deny yourself the truth of who you are?" It was almost more of a challenge than a question coming from something so powerful. "YES! YES I WANT THE POWER. YES I WANT TO SAVE HER! I WILL BE YOUR CHAMPION! JUST GIVE ME THE MEANS TO KILL THEM ALL!!" Daniel was screaming as he felt his body fill with an ethereal surge. His skin tingled and he felt in his heart his Father's touch rekindle for it was always there just as Thrym said it was. "Fight my battles and seek the path of the warrior and I will grant you the power that you seek and much more. With each battle you will grow in power and wisdom. I will always be with you and many souls you will claim in my name until one day you ascend. Now go and start the next stage of your journey." Thrym began to fade and Daniel started to speak but no words would form. As his sight waned and just before it faded to black he thought he saw the smiling faces of his mother and father standing behind Thrym.

The next moment Daniel opened his eyes and the brutal reality of his village crashed into his mind. He was laying flat on his back, his sister was also prone several feet to his right and the large warrior who had taken those he loved was barely standing 20 feet to his left. In the instance that he saw his sister crying on the ground, the bodies of his mother and father as well as the man who brought this hell to his village Daniel stood. His gaze never left the big man. "Im going to kill you and every man here. There will be no survivors and nowhere you could run that I wouldn't find you. Your thread ends now and by my hand. I pledge that your soul will be the first in thousands that I deliver to the feet of my Great Father Thrym" Daniel told the warrior who had regained his footing. "Clearly that lighting raddled your head boy. No worries though, it will all be over soon enough" the leader said.

Sera looked up and pleaded with Daniel to stop, to run and save himself. She loved him and couldn't handle watching him die as well. He looked back at her and where just moments before there was hatred and anger on his face was now that smile that Sera had grown up knowing. the feeling that washed over her was just like the comfort she felt sitting next to him during all those storms. She didn't know why but she knew Daniel would be alright. Daniel turned back to the warrior and waited for the man to do something. He didn't have to wait long because in the next heartbeat the barbarian had that vicious sword swinging toward Daniel's head. In Daniel's heart he accepted he was different. He accepted that he was chosen for something greater than himself. he accepted that he had the power to save his sister and he gave himself over to it. In the time that it took the warrior to raise his sword above his head and take 3 steps to close the distant Daniel's eyese glazed over, his arms went wide and he roared. His body grew a foot taller and wider but then it changed. His arms, legs and body became made of the stuff thunderheads are made of. Lightning rolled about his shoulder like a snake would wrap itself around a branch. His roar was a northern wind blowing with the fury of the elements. He was the Storm. All of this the big warrior saw and if it bothered him he didn't show it for he didn't stop, hesitate or change course. He was intent on killing this boy, this ...thing. He thought he would do just that as his sword fell but it stopped and he felt his wrist break as Daniel grasped it and twisted driving the man to his knees. The warrior looked up into the face of the Storm and the bellowing fury he saw there chilled his very soul. He could not break the grip and therefore not escape. He called for his men to help and like obedient dogs who didn't know better they rushed forward. In Daniel's other hand a large shaft of lightning appeared and he swung it in a circle, dragging the warlord with him by the broken wrist and then he ended his spin by driving the bolt into the ground. Lightning reached out through he ground and all of those warriors coming to the aid of the leader suddenly were helped in getting to him quicker as the storm grabbed them and pulled them to Daniel. With another twisting circle of his bolt Daniel beheaded the now electrified bodies of his enemies men. Their bodies fell to the ground shortly after their heads did. Daniel looked down at the Warlord who didnt look much like a lord anymore. He saw the same fear helplessness he saw in his father's eyes but none of the love, only a selfish sense of preservation and disregard even for the men who just sacrificed their lives in his name. Daniel felt no pity for this man and he bent down to whisper into the man's ear, "I claim your soul in the name of Thrym Thundersoul. Never again will you cause pain and anguish to innocents. You took from me those I loved most so I will take from you everything. I only pray that my Father will allow me to torment your soul further when I ascend." Daniel whipped the man around by the severally broken wrist and flung him as if he was a small stick. Before he could fall to the ground though several lightning bolts struck him and held him suspended upright. He began to descend to the ground and when the bolt penetrated his backside he first thought it was another jolt of lightning but as the bolt pierced him deeper he knew what was happening. The bolt slid deeper and he could feel it slide past his organs and deeper until it escaped through the skin of his neck. He was still alive when Daniel found the last of his marauders hiding and dragged him before the helpless warlord so that he could watch the last of his men die. "Its time for you to go now" Daniel said and he dismissed the bolt that was holding the man upright and consequently the man's blood as well. He fell to his knees and bleed out in pain and agony. Sera didn't know what to think. She watched her brother turn into a thundercloud and slay the men who killed her parents and burned her village. Those that had hidden from the marauders had come out and they didn't know what to think of Daniel either. They did know that they were grateful for their lives, or what was left of it. When Daniel released the storm and returned to his normal form he collapsed and cried. His anger had sustained him long enough to exact retribution on those that deserved it but now he was left with dealing with the passing of his mother and father as well as the well being of his sister. It was all so much to handle. Sera was surprisingly understanding when he told her of his meeting with Thyrm. She accepted it as if she had known all along. When he told her he had to leave she didn't though and begged him to stay. He told her that he made the bargain and his choice allowed him to save the village but that meant he had to leave and follow his destiny. he left that night and whether it was fate or chance, a thunderstorm rolled in and battered the small village. It was one of the fiercest any of the survivors could remember. When they emerged the next morning they expected to see the devastation from the day before plus the damage from such a powerful storm. What they saw and couldn't explain was that there were no bodies but those of their kin. The rain had washed away the pools of blood that had gathered all across the village. It was as if the storm had taken any remnants of the attack. On each door of every building was a mark. A lightning bolt that showed everyone that their village was under the protection of Thrym Thundersoul and somewhere out in the wilderness was his champion and their savior, Daniel Shaper.



Don't worry, he won't be that big until paragon.