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Name: The Scarred King

Race: Human

Occupation: Rightful heir to the throne of Varyon & leader of the Fangs, the most powerful rebel group opposed to Dagon, which operates in the wilderness of Varyon, amid the vast forests and vales of the Godsfang Mountains.

Religion: A nominal worshipper of the Little Sisters, the trio of goddesses whose cult was widely followed in Varyon before the coming of Dagon. They were taken to be patrons of the Varyonite Monarchy.

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H a r s i i l S e e k e r O f H e a r t s




Oh, but you must travel through the woods again and again, and you must be lucky to avoid the Niifal every time.

But the Niifal… the Niifal only needs to find you
once






R a c e




N i i f a l
N i g h t T r o l l

The Niifal, otherwise known in the Human tongue as the Night Trolls are a clandestine and loose collection of highly specialised predators. In their formative years the Night Trolls had gained a somewhat legendary reputation among human populations of Aldebaran (and perhaps Kingdoms further afield) as creatures of the night who would stalk the darkest recesses of lonely villages, waiting for days for the perfect time to strike; the result often led to entire communities being silently eradicated before the signal for help could be sounded. However, the prime of the Night Trolls has long since passed, and as communities of Humans grew larger, more complex, and better organised, the Niifal have subsequently been pushed back further into the remote areas of Aldebaran. Some scholars consider this once proud -and universally frightening- race to be statistically extinct, with no reported cases of their attacks upon population centres since the inauguration of Dagon IV. Most equate this to the systematic culling of the hunters in recent years to nullify the threat that they pose to isolated communities.
Since the Red Night began and the lands of Aldebaran have begun to twist and deform to the will of the Demon Emperor and his Perfecti, those few who still survive have had to stalk the noxious bogs and decrepit forests of the once-proud Aldebaran, subsisting not on the flesh of Men, but the decaying forms of the otherworldly beasts that have taken residence in the deepest corners of this dying land.

Night Trolls are terrifying to behold by the standards of Humans, and are often seen as animalistic, primal creatures. On average, they stand at eight feet tall reared to full height, with the tallest recorded individuals reaching dizzying heights of eleven feet. That said, they do not often stand to full height, nor do they walk bipedally in most cases. It is much more comfortable and efficient for these creatures to move on all fours, affording them a greater running speed and a much lower profile: perfect for hunting.
Niifal are adapted for hunting in the same sense that a wild predator is adapted for the kill; they are immensely strong, dexterous, and are infamous for the lack of sound they produce even during the most intense chase. It seems as though every aspect of a Niifal's physiology is precision engineered for the sole purpose of stalking man and his ilk, and making the absolute most of the physical advantages that such a creature wields.

...At least once they were proud hunters of man. Now, they face extinction; man is no longer the focus of their wrath. Survival is now the priority, and they will forge alliances where they had once never expected in order to stand against the Demon Emperor for perhaps a few more years, postponing the inevitable...



N a t i o n a l i t y




A s i r i i
A n c e s t o r ' s T r i b e

The Asirii is the collective name for the last known community of Night Trolls left extant in the world. Their ancestral home was the sprawling Nightlock Forest due North of Kuranes. It was here that their influence was at it's most extreme, with even armed and prepared contingents of soldiers refusing to march within a hundred miles of it's border for fear of incurring the wrath of the Niifal watching from within. Now, though, given the systematic culling of their species and the bastardisation of Aldebaran by dark forces from the South, there is little left of this influence. The Asirii represents perhaps a hundred individuals, though such a number is declining daily, leaving the Night Trolls no choice but to venture forward into the rotten domain of Dagon to carve their place in this new world by force.
Each member of the Asirii hunts alone, stalking the dead forests and fens of Aldebaran and giving the inhuman beasts that wander something new to fear. They strike fast, and they strike with fury, cleansing the lands one monster at a time. The Niifal know that these corporeal intruders are not the top of the food chain, that they are not the apex, for that honour lies with the Niifal alone. The Night Trolls know that they are doomed, and they will fight until every last one of them has been slain in order to prove their dominion of this dying land.



R e l i g i o n




The Night Trolls do not subscribe to any of the Human religions of the land, if their spiritual nature can even be called religious. While they do not worship an anthropomorphised deity of any kind, they do revere the stars and their patterns, and attribute certain natural phenomena to the movement of the constellations across seasons and years. It is often believed within the Asirii that births that align with powerful constellations will yield powerful Niifal, leading influential and glorious lives.
It has been said, but never truly confirmed by Human scholars, that the Niifal use the stars to guide themselves to their next targets, following a favoured star for weeks until they find a suitable population of their favourite targets -humans- to prey upon. Apparently a Niifal will honour the stars with a kill by draining the blood of the last victim in a hunt and drawing the symbol of the leading star into the dirt with it.

All Night Trolls aspire to one thing: to be the Apex of the World, to be the greatest predator the world has ever seen.

So it is said, anyway...



A p p e a r a n c e




Harsiil is somewhat typical of the Night Trolls in appearance alone; ten feet tall, ragged fur as dark as the night, a fearsome set of jagged horns angled back away from his head, and vicious teeth lining his mouth in droves. He speaks his native tongue in tones reminiscent of thunder, dons plates of darkened steel over vital areas, and gazes out of jet black eyes punctuated with a pinprick pure white pupil nestled within. Such a creature instills fear not just in men, but in beasts and demons alike as though they were his prey of years gone.



P e r s o n a l i t y




Harsiil's unusual nature belies his nearly standard appearance; this hunter wishes to prove the dominance of his near-dead people, but not through fighting until the last. From a young age, he has been time and time again proven to be nothing short of ingenious, out-hunting even his most experienced peers with apparently minimal effort. He sees alternatives to the pervasive idea that he must die fighting for the glory of his ancestors; news of the rebellion of the Scarred King spreads fast, conveying a message strong enough to stir his mind and heart into joining the number who desire the same as he: to dethrone the Demon Emperor and take back the land from the darkness. This is his goal, his utter imperative, but such an honourable goal is studded with sheer impatience and contempt at the Humans who lead the revolution.
It was they that culled his people in days of old, fuelling a feud that has lasted generations. He feels somewhat superior to any Human peers he may encounter, naturally seeing them as prey and not as allies; leading to heated encounters and occasionally brutal fights that leave him with fewer allies than before.
He is a solitary creature, and such social commands are alien to him; while he tries to adhere to the Human code of honour whilst in their presence as a mere courtesy, he often undermines command and respect to further his own goals, whether they be shared by the collective or not.



B i o g r a p h y




It is said that every Niifal's life is determined by the position of stars upon the night of their birth; for some reason unknown to human scholars, Niifal cannot be birthed on clouded nights where such positions cannot be determined by any reasonable means. Any gentle-mannered Night Troll (as rare as they come and as loose this term may be) will tell you that this is due to the fact that the soul of the Niifal comes from the cosmic realm itself, their primal souls projected from the stars and embedded within their bodies prior to birth.

There is, however, apparently one exception to this near-mythical rule. Upon one darkened night exactly one full cycle before the inauguration of Dagon IV -roughly sixty six years- there was recorded a storm with clouds so black that no stars could be seen, but that scintillated the darkness with flashes of lightning as blue as the ocean itself. It was during this legendary deluge that a rogue, runaway Niifal and a Star Shaman of the Asirii clan witnessed the birth of their firstborn whilst being pursued by a specialised contingent of elite Night Troll hunters from the South, intent on putting down the heavily pregnant rogue. It was in a small clearing in the sodden forest that the first starless Niifal was born, and it was here that the thirty pursing soldiers were encircled by a pack of Niifal loyal to the Shaman and his newborn and consequently slain to the last.

It was not until many years later that this newborn earned a name through the hunt.

The legend of the Unkillable Man was one that has stayed with the Niifal for many generations, and referred to an undying human of considerable might who found solace within a fearsome dungeon of ice in the far Northern reaches of the land. Many Night Trolls had attempted and failed, for some reason, to successfully hunt this most dangerous of Men.
The young and unnamed, starless Niifal, perhaps in a brash display of confidence, heard this tale and solemnly travelled North for sixty six days. It was within the icy reaches of the blizzard-raged land that he found the ancient dungeon.
He descended.

Many considered the starless Niifal to be dead as months passed with no word of success. His self-appointed task was nearly forgotten about by his clan.

But, on the clearest night of the generation, where every star could be seen with astounding clarity, the Niifal returned, the heart of the unkillable man lashed into an amulet and worn around his neck. The blood had long since dried on the long journey back, but upon presenting it to the Asirii, they burned the heart upon a bonfire and six years of clear nights followed. The hunter earned himself a name: the Seeker of Hearts.

In the native Niifal tongue, this is pronounced 'Harsiil'.



E q u i p m e n t




M o r t a n i i s T h e M o r t a l F a n g

Mortaniis is Harsiil's favoured weapon for close-to-mid range fighting, or rather, hunting. It is a nine-foot long pole arm weapon that resembles a fearsome spear; a shaft of blackened steel with a straight Niifal horn -an object of incredible natural strength and keen sharpness- fused to the end. It is both aerodynamic and balanced, allowing for a combination of striking and slashing attacks to be performed by a skilled user such as Harsiil; though he is rarely forced to engage in such brash actions, as the first attack tends to be a killing blow upon unsuspecting victims.

It is said that this weapon has been dipped in the blood of the mythical Niifal immortals, granting it a deadly touch, inflicting wounds that simply do not heal. The validity of such claims, however, err on the side of hearsay as nearly all notable cases of attack from various holders of this weapon through the ages have unanimously been fatal.
A spear of this kind allows one to kill silently, and from great distance. Coupled with the immense strength of the Niifal in general, Mortaniis is simply an extension of the brutality of the Night Trolls.

K a r n i i s C o w a r d ' s L a m e n t

If the classic description of a Night Troll Greatbow could be given form, it would take the exact image of Karniis (The Niifal native term for Coward's Lament). Closer to a ballista than a bow, this savage weapon is larger than a fully grown human, and requires the immense strength only held by the Night Trolls to even lift, let alone draw with any accuracy. However, the effectiveness of such a construct cannot be denied once it is seen functionally in action. Firing huge, weighty greatarrows across vast distances, a well aimed shot can split a man in half from a hundred yards, pin him to a tree from five hundred yards, and kill him reliably at a thousand. Truly a weapon to be feared by any known to be in the sights of the Night Troll hunters. However, it is rare to see Greatbows being used, as the impact from the arrows cause such deafening impact sounds that they can be heard from across valleys, resembling the sound of thunder striking; this eliminates the advantage of the element of surprise - they are also cumbersome to draw, and the arrows are so heavy that very few can be easily carried at any moment, even for an experienced Night Troll hunter.



S k i l l s




T e r r i f y i n g

Night Trolls are gigantic beasts, to say the least. They stand occasionally at twice the height of fully grown men, have muscles many orders of magnitudes larger than the aforementioned, are lined with innumerable teeth, don fur as black as the deepest night, and Harsiil is no different. It is entirely natural for weak-willed men and mer to be entirely and instinctively terrified by the mere sight of a Night Troll, and for the stout and steadfast of them to be uneasy at best. It may be due to appearance alone, or the booming tones of their voices and warcries, or perhaps the way they slink and skulk through the shadows and the trees without a single sound that makes them so universally an object of contempt and fear in the domains of men.

This can often be an advantage, sometimes a disadvantage, but never inconseqeuntial.

P r e d a t o r

In every single aspect, Harsiil and his kin are highly evolved predators; the stuff of nightmares. Despite his size, he is capable of moving extremely quickly on all fours, and is highly dexterous to boot. Part of his exceptional hunting ability stems from his ability to reposition rapidly, and with almost no restriction. His powerful arms and claws allow him to climb walls, towers, trees, and almost any obstacle quickly and gain height, or perhaps give chase where no other predator could. This lends him an exceptional advantage over traditional fighters who excel in prolonged combat. He is capable of breaking off when compromised and reappearing once more where he is least expected.

The other part of his exceptional hunting ability is due to his natural stealthy tendencies, especially during the night and in darkened areas. He can move undetected to even the most astute listeners; move subtly but extremely quickly, and close distances with enough speed to catch any planned target seemingly without any prior warning. Once he has found a target and engaged from the safety of his target's blindness, it is simply a matter of the kill; the easiest thing in the world for a beast of this ilk.

U n r e l e n t i n g

Harsiil is more animal than civil, and does not let a simple wound or trap slow his progress. Pain by human standards is but a scratch for such a gigantic creature, and even more severe injuries can be shrugged off at least for a while until they can be treated.

...And treated they can be. Combined with incredible resilience, a Night Troll knows the fauna of the land well enough that primitive herbal remedies can be concocted on the fly, allowing for minor symptoms to be stemmed. Bleeding can be stopped, healing can be quickened, and otherwise fatal injuries can be stemmed just long enough for survival.



M o t i v a t i o n




Revenge? Glory? Necessity? Perhaps all of these factor in to Harsiil's decision to attach himself to the Scarred King's rebellion. Perhaps it is true that if he simply allows the reign of the Demon Emperor to continue then he, his clan, and alas the entire world either bend the knee or die. For such a proud member of such a proud species, this is simply not an option.
If he must ally himself with his natural prey, and generational enemies, so be it. The world will not be the plaything of Dagon, he shall not be the Apex of the World; such an honour should lie with Harsiil and no other.
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