[center][h1][color=violet][b][u]An Origin Story[/u][/b][/color][/h1][/center] [hr] After merging with the fragment of a god, Konrad would have thought that his life would drastically change. But… it didn't. He continued to work in the smithy, going about his everyday life, with his divine passenger asking him questions about his job, his village, and humanity in general. He did his best to answer, offering his own opinions as a humble village coppersmith. The village of Thyma was a small and prosperous village, owing to the local copper mine in the nearby mountain, which was the village's main livelihood. It was this copper they traded with other nearby settlements, in exchange for crops and other goods. They were just outside the range of Ketrefa's raiding parties, only seeing two incidents in living memory; both of which happened before Konrad was born. Thyma was situated on a small hill, at the base of a mountain. From its mountainous position, the village appeared to well-protected by a wooden palisade, constructed after a raid in order to deter potential attackers. A local militia had also been assembled, to protect the community from threats. So far, they had managed to remain independent from any larger settlement. As for the nature of humanity itself, Konrad was a smith. He was not a philis... a philas... a... whatever those 'intellectuals' in the more 'orderly' areas of the Highlands called themselves. Yet Mekellos was not deterred, and from the back of Konrad's mind began asking more questions. How he felt about certain things. Why his neighbour acted a certain way. Some of those questions were of matters that Konrad had never thought of before, and soon he found himself thinking more broadly of the world and his place in it. The conversations, while tedious at first, eventually became enjoyable. In the meantime, the smith underwent a change. He had always been hairy and large-bellied; not what one would consider attractive, and desirable only because of his occupation. Yet as time went on, his body grew slimmer, the more excessive patches of body-hair began to recede. After a year, he woke up and his hair was white, which was something of a shock. Mekellos claimed he had only been making 'improvements.' But the hair was the final straw. One morning, a dozen militiamen had assembled outside his house, with torches in hand. Both the village chieftain and the priest stood at their head. "Konrad! What is the meaning of this?" Chieftain Brundt demanded. He was in his late thirties, his beard long and his hair lined with streaks of grey. [color=purple]"The meaning of what?"[/color] Konrad questioned nervously, rubbing the last bit of sleep from his eyes. "Your appearance!" the Chieftain snapped angrily. "Were you ever going to explain why your eyes changed? Why your hair is a different colour? What has happened to your body?" [color=purple]"I... I have been blessed by Cadien,"[/color] Konrad answered nervously. The priest's eyes narrowed. He was an old, bitter man, with a bald head and a harsh face. "If you were blessed by Cadien, I think I of all people would know!" he snapped. [color=violet][i]Mmmmmmmmmm.... no. I don't think you would,[/i][/color] a baritone voice echoed in their minds. Everyone instinctively looked around to see who had spoken. Only Konrad remained still, frozen in shock, as he instinctively knew who the voice was. "Who... who said that?" Brundt asked in a quiet voice. [color=violet][i]'twas I, Cadien, and that 'priest' does not speak for me.[/i][/color] The priest, who had been just as shocked as everyone else, suddenly paled, as all eyes turned to him. [color=violet][i]But this smith... Konrad, his name is, does. He is the host of my avatar for the time being. And I will be quite furious if you run him out of this town.[/i][/color] Now the Chieftain paled. He pointed a shaking finger at the priest. "Thr-throw him out!" he shouted frantically. Three guards immediately moved to comply, grabbing the weak, protesting priest and hurriedly carrying him toward the gates. The Chieftain and the guards who still remained knelt before Konrad, who was both astonished and mollified by how this had all turned out. [hr] Things quickly changed after that. Cadien never spoke to the village again, but he did not need to. Konrad had suddenly become the most important man in the community, with the chieftain constantly deferring to him for advice. It was a role he would never imagined himself occupying, but one he turned out to be well-suited for; his conversations with Mekellos had sharpened his mind like a blade on a whetstone. He could no longer dedicate as much time to his smithing duties, but one of the nearby villages had an excess coppersmith who was willing to take over his duties. Konrad became the village's new spiritual guide, and soon found himself preaching Cadien's ideals to the village. To work hard, to always strive to better oneself, to bask in both your own glory and that of others, but to not take it for granted or become complacent. Although this particular village had put equal stock in the five so-called Patrons of Humanity - Cadien, Evandra, Tekret, Oraelia, and Neiya - worship of Cadien soon became the most prominent, for his avatar walked among them and guided them daily. Travelers from neighbouring communities came far and wide to hear Konrad speak. He took the Chieftain's daughter - Lucia - as a wife. She was named after a wandering healer from legend. On his new wife, he sired four children. Karn was the first, born three years after Mekellos's arrival. Then came Evette, Alys, and Brundt, the latter being named for the village chieftain. The four children, carrying the blood of a divine, soon proved to be remarkable. Most of them had inherited their father's pure white hair and violet eyes. They were all beautiful, fit, and bright, yet each had a particular aspect which they were supernaturally skilled in. Karn would scrape his knee or suffer a bruise, only for his body to mend itself mere minutes later, and he never seemed to suffer any rashes or blemishes. Evette was extraordinarily fast, and had lightning swift reflexes, sometimes seeming to react to things before they could even occur. Alys possessed an unnatural beauty, and there was no doubt she would grow up to be the heartthrob of the entire village. However… she had a dark secret, Mekellos revealed to him one day. There was great power inside her, mighty and unstable. She would be a threat to everyone around her, including her own siblings. But according to Mekellos, there was a way to stop it. The power was tied to her emotions, so if they subdued her emotion, they would subdue her power. It broke Konrad’s heart, but if it was necessary to protect his home, and the rest of his family… then so be it. Then there was Brundt, who was always unnaturally strong, capable of hoisting large objects - even other children - above his head with ease. Yet his own strength scared him at times, so he became quiet and withdrawn. He had black hair like his mother. If not for his violet eyes, some might have accused her of adultery. There could be no doubt that these four children, blessed and gifted as they were, were capable of great things. [hr] Mekellos had never intended to stay. It was never meant to remain in one place for a remarkably long period of time. A few years in one body, then a few years in another, learning a bit here and there, and spreading Cadien's teachings, before moving on. That had been its intended purpose. Yet it felt drawn to its first host, and the life he had built. It was reluctant to walk away. But it had to, for eventually Cadien decreed it. So, three years after the birth of Brundt, the Spirit of Perfection reluctantly withdrew from Konrad. Konrad had been distraught, barely eating, and never speaking to anyone - not even his own wife or children - for weeks. Although the village did not know of Mekellos's departure, they too became fearful, worrying that Cadien had abandoned them, or that Konrad had foreseen some great doom they were hopeless against. Konrad snapped out of it, however. One morning he realized his perfect body was going to waste. Then he looked upon his crying children. And he realized he had been a fool. He may no longer had Mekellos's power, but he had the Spirit's wisdom, its gifts, and most importantly, his responsibilities. Although he no longer received Mekellos's guidance, he realized he no longer needed it, for he could recall it all by heart. And so, he threw himself back into the role of father and spiritual leader, and in good time too; the village chieftain died the next year, and Konrad as the natural replacement. He soon proved himself to be an effective leader. [hr] Time passed. Konrad's children continued to grow. Karn was thirteen years old. Evette was eleven. Alys was nine. Brundt was eight. From the door of the village longhouse, Konrad smiled while watching Karn and Brundt chase each other across the village, whilst Evette and Alys watched, talking and laughing amongst each other. And with his siblings by his side, none would surpass him... if they didn't go on to marry into and take control of nearby tribes, which was also a possibility. His wife was nearby. He smiled contentedly and wrapped an arm around her waist. He thought of his breakdown five years earlier, and was glad he had not squandered all that lay before him. He thought back to the tales he had heard in the following weeks. Tales of a savage tribe, a thousand strong, butchering all in their path, and supposedly heading this way. Konrad prayed those rumours were false, and that if they weren’t, that these marauders would miss his village. The village’s life was the mine; they could not afford to simply get up and abandon it. His family had heard these rumours too, and even if some of them were too young to truly understand the danger, they knew something terrible might be coming. Their evening meal later that night was quiet. Konrad had taken precautions. He had doubled the gate guards and had scouts patrolling the woods. More weapons were forged, and more time was dedicated to training. An evacuation plan was devised, in case the worst came to pass and the village fell. He just hoped it would be enough. It wasn’t. [hr] The attack came in the afternoon, when most of the village workers were toiling in the mine or the fields. They came from the woods. Hundreds of them. Clad in furs, wielding weapons of bronze and copper, and screaming savage battlecries. Their faces were painted with the designs of an unknown tribe. There had been patrols stationed in the woods, meant to give a pre-emptive warning. Their heads now adorned spears carried by warriors at the rear. The sentries atop the platform next to the south gate, half asleep, jolted to attention and shouted an alarm. A few arrows flew from the platform, but they might as well have been loosed into the ocean, for all the good they did. One or two attackers fell, but none were deterred. They came to a stop just before the gate. A robed figure stepped forth from the crowd, and lowered his hood, to reveal a pale face with dark hair. He made a series of gestures, followed by a pushing motion toward the gate. Then there was a great splintering sound, as the gate quite literally fell over. The mage nodded to another warrior - a big brute of a man, with orange hair, a bushy beard, a crooked nose, and a scar across his cheek. He hefted an axe over his shoulder, which he pointed at the opening his spellcaster had just created. “Go forth, my warriors, and show no mercy!” he roared, before he began charging, with hundreds of angry men and women at his heels. They spilled into the village like tide, rampaging inward. Some warriors split off to ransack houses, while the majority followed their leader toward the village center. There, the last of the village’s resistance awaited. The attack had taken Konrad by surprise. There had been no time to don his armour. Now he stood in the village center, with fewer than two dozen fighters standing by his side, most of them old men. He gripped his sword more tightly, and glanced off to the east, where the village’s civilians fled toward the north gate, his family among them. The best he could do now was buy them enough time to reach the mine, where they could join with the workers and flee. With grim determination, he turned to face his attackers, ready to receive their charge… Only for the enemy leader to call his men to a halt. “I am Dalkar, of the Kolaris Tribe!” he shouted. “Who would you be?” “Konrad, of Thyma Village!” Konrad shouted back. He did not know why these words were being exchanged now, but they seemed to be buying time. Dalkar grinned. The buildings behind him were already beginning to catch fire. “In the name of the Five, I challenge you to single-combat!” Konrad took a few moments to think the offer over. At face value it seemed to be disproportionately in his favour; there was no hope that his paltry group of defenders could successfully hold off the attack. If he faced this ‘Dalkar’ in single combat and won, not only would he deprive the raiders of their leader, but he would also both demoralize and delay them in one fell swoop. He would not win the battle, but the rest of his tribe would survive. “I accept,” Konrad declared, wondering if there was some sort of trick but realizing he was doomed either way. With weapons in hand, the two warriors strode forth to meet one another. Dalkar reared his axe back for a swing… [hr] Karn was scared. He had always wanted to be a warrior. To march into battle. To protect the innocent. To vanquish evil. He thought he would relish the day that he would one day be allowed to raise a spear in his village’s defense. But now his village was under attack, and he was nothing more than a scared and frightened boy. They were fleeing with the rest of the crowd, positioned near the front. Brundt and Alys each held one of their mother’s hands. Brundt and Alys’s other hands were held by Karn and Evette respectively. “What about father?” Brundt asked. “Your father is keeping us safe,” their mother said, holding back tears. “Just… st-stay close to me. Keep moving.” They were approaching the northern gate, where they would follow the road to the mine. A pair of guards hastily opened it just in time to let the refugees free, and they surged out onto the open road. “NO!” Evette suddenly screamed, and just as she did, dozens of arrows flew forth from the forest to the east, striking the crowd in their flank. Their mother fell, an arrow lodged in her throat. The rest of the refugees panicked. Some turned and fled back into the village, only to be blocked by those still trying to get out, who were oblivious to the danger. Others decided to take their chances, and fled toward the woods to the west. [hr] Alys broke free from Evette’s grip, and rushed back toward the village. Evette attempted to stop her, but the crowd suddenly got in her way. She was pushed left and right despite her best attempts to dodge, and she could see neither her mother nor her siblings anymore. Then someone seized her by the waist and attempted to flee west, perhaps trying to save her by taking her with them. There were archers to the west as well. The man fell, struck in the chest. Evette tumbled from his grip, rolling through the dirt. She rose to her feet, and looked west where she could now see the concealed archers. Then looked east, where the crowd still struggled, and there was no sign of her siblings. Gulping, the girl turned and continued running north. Many arrows flew her way, but somehow, she was able to dodge each one. She could see the miners emerging, shouting frantic cries as they raised their shovels and pickaxes, rushing to the aid of the village. Evette wanted to have hope, but then she looked back at the carnage outside the gate, and the smoke beyond the wall, and she knew they would fail. Instead of seeking safety among her number, she broke off to the west - she had made it past the line of archers. And just like that, Evette the Deft disappeared into the forest. [hr] “Alys!” Karn shouted, seeing his younger sister flee toward the village. In that moment Brundt broke free from his own grip, and the younger boy crouched next to their wounded mother, still holding her hand. Tears formed in Karn’s eyes, but as more and more villagers fell to the arrows, he knew they could not stay. He grabbed his brother’s shoulder. “Brun… we have to go…” Karn whispered. No response. “We have to go now, Brun!” Karn shouted, finding his voice. Still nothing. Karn tugged harder on Brundt’s shoulder, only to be shrugged off. Then, an arrow almost found its mark, grazing his arm. He could not stay. He glanced back to the village. The crowd had thinned out significantly. He could make it… search for Alys, then find a way out. He hoped. “I’m sorry,” he whispered to his brother, before fleeing back through the gate. [hr] When Alys’s mother had died, something had felt… off. There was an odd sensation around her heart, and one of her eyes began to water. She could not explain it. She had not been injured, and as far as she knew, she was not sick. Then she heard the screams as more villagers died, and a new sensation appeared, accompanied by an urge to get out of there. So she gave in, shaking free of Evette’s grip and fleeing back into the village. She heard Karn call her name, and felt a new desire - to go back - but she ignored this one. All these conflicting feelings… That was what they were. Feelings. The things other people experienced, but never her. Why was she suddenly experiencing them now? Then the village’s main square came within sight… [hr] “Taking too long…” Dalkar grunted as he and Konrad circled one another. Konrad attempted a lunge, but Dalkar batted the blade aside, and swung out with his own weapon. Konrad narrowly avoided having his guts spilled as he leapt backward. Dalkar followed up with another swing, which Konrad dodged, before lashing out with his sword to score a shallow cut across the raid leader’s shoulder. Dalkar staggered, and Konrad brought his blade back for another lunge, when suddenly… “Father!” It was Alys. Instinctively, Konrad’s head turned, and that was all Dalkar needed. The flat of Dalkar’s axe collided with Konrad’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Then the bandit leader raised it into the air and swung it down, striking Konrad between shoulder and neck. Konrad, once a lowly coppersmith, later the Avatar of Cadien, and now a Chieftain, looked at his killer in astonishment. Then blood began to gurgle from his mouth. Dalkar gripped the axe more tightly, then gave Konrad a savage kick in the chest, ripping the axe out in the process. Konrad fell backward, his blood spilling out onto the dirt. The village militia who watched the fight gasped, broke, and ran. Dalkar laughed. “FATHER!” Alys shrieked. [hr] Although Alys had not felt any emotion ever since Mekellos placed the binding on her, that did not mean the emotions were not there, buried under the surface. She had loved her family and feared death, even if she had never felt either of those things. And although the binding was strong, it was not foolproof, for Mekellos had never predicted such traumatic circumstances. Her mother’s death had been the first crack. Her father’s death was the last. She screamed. Like a dam, the binding broke. All those years of suppressed emotion suddenly surged to the surface. And with those emotions came power. The fire had consumed much of the village huts, and now, it turned on those who ignited it. They latched onto the raiders in the village streets like tendrils, ignited their furs and leathers, and sending them into fits of agony. It did not stop there, for the village’s inhabitants suffered the fiery wrath too, burning alive in their hiding places. The hooded man, the same mage who had broken down the gate in the first place, rushed to his chieftain’s side. Calling upon his mastery over mana, he formed a barrier around him and his chieftain, shielding them both from the attack. Meanwhile, Alys continued to scream, and the warriors of the Kolaris Tribe continued to burn. Karn had witnessed both his father’s death and his sister’s outburst with wide eyes, and could only stare in stunned silence. Finally, the boy composed himself. “Alys!” he called out, taking a step forward… only for a tendril of flame to lash at from a nearby building, setting his clothes alight. Karn screamed, ran, tripped, and fell into a nearby trough of water. Eventually, the inferno ended. The mage collapsed, gasping for breath, and Dalkar placed a concerned hand on his shoulder. Alys breathed heavily, in shock at what she had just done, but still in a state of deep confusion as new emotions - fear, despair, hatred - surged through her. The young girl looked at her father’s killer, whose protector was exhausted and spent, and in one final burst of rage attempted to finish him off. But no power came. Her arcane strength was spent. So instead, a more practical emotion took hold. She turned and ran down a scorched alleyway. [hr] And while all this had happened, Brundt had remained by his mother’s side, even after the life passed from her eyes. Even when he was the only living person still on the road. The miners, who had made a desperate charge to save the village, had either died or fled. The archers emerged from the woods, and slowly surrounded him, but not with the intent to kill - they stared in awe at the destruction behind him. They remained like that for some time, not speaking a word or even appearing to notice the distraught boy, who in turn did not appear to notice them. Finally, the flames died down, and Dalkar stepped out of the village, the mage leaning on him for support. “What… what happened…?” one of the archers asked in a fearful tone. The mage coughed. “We have offended Evandra,” he whispered. “Quickly, we must give her a sacrifice. To make it right.” Their eyes settled on Brundt. A few moments passed, then one of them seized the initiative and stepped forward to place their hands upon the boy. That was the moment Brundt finally moved. Rising to his feet, the child swung his fist up into the archer’s gut, doubling the larger man over. Two more archers came to grab him, only for Brundt to fend them off. Then more came, until finally Brundt was overpowered. Three different men carried him toward the village, and began shoving him toward a flame on one of the burning buildings. He did his best to resist, but even with his divine strength, he was but a child, and there were too many. His face inched closer and closer to the flame, which began to sear and burn his cheek. Ironically, the boy began praying to the very goddess they intended to sacrifice him to, begging for mercy. “Evandra, please accept our offering and forgive us for whatever offense we may have caused you,” the mage prayed behind them, as Brundt began to scream. The men pushing him smiled. To them, this was more an act of cruelty than piety. With a final push, Brundt fell into the fire… Or at least he should’ve. Before he could hit the ground, the fires parted as if avoiding him. “What…?” The mage let the words out in surprise. The fires circled around Brundt and joined together in front of the men who had pushed him, making them back off in panic. The fire grew unnaturally into a large pillar and the men shielded their faces from the heat and the brightness. When they looked back the pillar had disappeared, in its place was left the shape of a woman the colour of fire. Her face was devoid of any features save a pair of white slits where the eyes should be, and they narrowed upon seeing the raiders. “Evandra…” Dalkar whispered the name then he and the mage fell to their knees. The other men soon followed. “Goddess Evandra, forgive us for angering you! Please accept the boy as a sacrifice!” [color=ed1c24]“And why would I accept it? Of all the things you’ve done today, hurting this boy was by far the greatest afront to me. For he’s a child of Cadien, your progenitor.”[/color] Her voice boomed, but did not deafen. Dalkar and the mage brought their heads to the ground. “We did not know, Goddess! Please forgive us!” [color=ed1c24]“I will pardon you lot this once out of your ignorance. But should you, or any of your men, lay a finger with malicious intent on any of His children…”[/color] She raised a finger towards Dalkar. [color=ed1c24]“You. Will. Die.”[/color] “Thank you… For showing mercy, Goddess…” [color=ed1c24]“Now leave this place. You already lost the Sun’s favor, you lot ill need make yet another God angry.”[/color] With those final words Evandra’s shade dissipated along with the fire that made it. Then there was a silence, broken only by Brundt’s weak childlike sobbing and the collapse of the village’s few remainingh huts. No one dared move or say anything. Then, slowly, they began to filter out of the ruins, leaving the boy behind. Clutching his ruined face, Brundt continued to weep. He began dragging himself along the ground, toward the gate. When he reached the corpse of his mother, he embraced her, lying in a pool of her dried blood. He wept some more. Then, slowly, he rose to his feet, and began to aimlessly stumble off in a random direction. [hr] Back in the village, Karn’s eyes fluttered open. But he couldn’t breathe, for the smoke had been too thick. Taking to his feet, he began stumbling toward where he believed the gate should be, rasping and hacking all the way. When he finally made it free of the smoke, he saw Brundt stumbling away. He attempted to call out, but the lack of oxygen finally overtook him, and he instead collapsed onto the dirt. [hr] [hider=Post Summary] Konrad settles into his new life as Mekellos’s host. Not much changes, with Mekellos content to just observe his everyday life and engage in philosophical conversation. In the meantime, the Avatar begins to make improvements to his body, which the rest of the village notices. They confront him, he claims to be Cadien’s avatar. Just as the priest is about to brand him a heretic, Cadien speaks into their minds and tells them to shut the hell up. Suddenly the priest is the heretic. Anyhow, now that his “divine avatar host” status is public, Konrad quickly becomes the pillar of the community. He advises the chieftain, takes a wife, and has four children, who are all born with supernatural abilities. There is Karn, who can regenerate from any beauty disfiguring wound. Evette, who has lightning-quick reflexes. Alys, who is supernaturally beautiful and secretly a witch (Mekellos placed a curse on her which dulled her emotion, and therefore suppressed her spellcasting capabilities.) Lastly, there is also Brundt, who is remarkably strong. Eventually Mekellos has to leave though, because he’s only supposed to hang around with a mortal for a few years. So he does. Konrad is depressed but eventually gets over it, because he still gets to enjoy everything Mekellos left behind. He becomes the next Chieftain and is actually a decent leader. Fast forward to about fifteen-ish years after Mekellos and Konrad first met. The village is under attack. Konrad attempts to hold the attackers off while the women, children, and elders get to safety. The leader of the raiders, Dalkar, challenges Konrad to single combat. Meanwhile, the civilians blunder into an ambush. Konrad’s wife is killed. His children all narrowly survive. Evette flees into the woods. Brundt won’t leave his mother’s side. Alys runs back into town, and Karn follows her. Alys reaches the village center and accidentally distracts Konrad, getting him killed. His death breaks her. Under the weight of all the emotion accumulated over that one night as well as the years since she was a toddler surge to the surface, along with all the magical abilities she had been suppressing. She lashes out with her power, turning the raiders into cinders, except for Dalkar and a mage who shielded him. Karn is also hit, but luckily he falls into a trough of water. Her power exhausted, Alys is unable to finish off Dalkar, and runs away. Not understanding what just happened, Dalkar and the mage assume the incident was in some way connected to the Goddess Evandra. Fearing that they angered her, they decide to sacrifice the first person they can find… which happened to be Brundt. They attempt to throw him into a fire, but then Evandra herself manifests in the flame (as an illusion) and saves him. It’s a very brief occurrence, she was being prayed to at the time, and it was thematic, so no might needs to be spent in this particular case. She basically tells them that they are idiots; she had nothing to do with Alys’s power, and the kid they just tried to murder is technically Cadien’s son (sort of.) She says that if they attempt to harm one of Cadien’s children again, they will die. Then she leaves. The post ends on a pretty depressing note. Konrad is dead, his wife is dead, his village is destroyed, and his children are scattered to the winds. You could say it is... tragic. [/hider] [hider=Might Summary] [u]Cadien[/u] [b]Beginning MP:[/b] 5 [b]Beginning DP:[/b] 4 -1DP (discounted to 0) to grant Karn the “Regenerating Beauty I” title. -1DP (discounted to 0) to grant Karn the “Regenerating Beauty II” title. -1DP to grant Evette the title: “the Deft I.” -1DP to grant Evette the title: “the Deft II.” -1DP (discounted to 0) to grant Alys the title: “the Alluring I.” -1DP (discounted to 0) to grant Alys the title: “the Alluring II.” -1DP to grant Brundt the title: “the Strong I.” -1DP to grant Brundt the title: “the Enduring I.” -1MP to temporarily suppress Alys’s emotions, resulting in the village-destroying explosion. This is an extraordinary occurrence and is unlikely to be repeated without additional MP or Prestige expenditure. [b]Ending MP:[/b] 4 [b]Ending DP:[/b] 0 [u]Evandra[/u] -1DP to curse the surviving members of the Kolaris Tribe so that they will burst into flames if they ever harm one of Cadien’s children. [/hider] [hider=Title Definitions] Regenerative Beauty II - Karn can regenerate from any beauty-disfiguring wound within minutes. The Deft II - Evette has exceptional reflexes, with time seeming to slow down when they need to act quickly. The Alluring II - Alys has an enchanting beauty, capable of stopping people in their tracks even if they are not physically attracted to them. The Strong I - Brundt unnaturally strong, capable of performing impressive feats of strength beyond what any mundane human is capable of. The Enduring I - Brundt’s skin is unnaturally resilient and pain tolerant. [/hider] [hider=Prestige Summary] [u]Karn[/u] [b]Beginning Prestige:[/b] 0 +5 [b]Ending Prestige:[/b] 5 [u]Evette[/u] [b]Beginning Prestige:[/b] 0 +5 [b]Ending Prestige:[/b] 5 [u]Alys[/u] [b]Beginning Prestige:[/b] 0 +5 [b]Ending Prestige:[/b] 5 [u]Brundt[/u] [b]Beginning Prestige:[/b] 0 +5 [b]Ending Prestige:[/b] 5 [/hider]