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Gurr'Kha - The Dead World

Actual divine message, or severe concussion? You decide!

Gurr'Kha - The Dead World

She awoke, but the place was not the same. She stood to her feet and looked around. She was in a field, much like those from which she had grown up in, surrounded by neck-high golden rolling fields. She held her hand out, noting how the mail and armour she normally wore was absent, replaced by a simple white dress, bound at the waist with a silver band. She looked up, the wheat parting neatly as a figure strode towards her. They were radiant... They glowed with beauty, majesty and power. She gasped and averted her gaze, looking down as her patron paced towards her with grace. She felt delicate hands underneath her chin, lifting her up to see her goddess in her eyes.

"Hello little one." Said the goddess, quietly. Radiant did not do this woman justice. Every inch of her hurt Galdari's eyes, so beautiful was she.

"My lady," the paladin said, very uncomfortable with the position that she was in, staring so deep into her lady's eyes. "How may I be of assistance, humble as I am?" She twitched a little as the hand adjusted, squeezing her cheeks in a matronly way. The goddess gestured outwards with her arm, towards the rolling fields.

"I'm afraid that the fields are not as they once were little one." The goddess spoke now with more than a touch of sadness in her voice. Sighing, the woman's hand slipped down to Galdari's shoulder, squeezing it tightly. Then, the fields seemed to fall away. Left instead was brown earth and stunted growths, each one of them sickly. She was a farm girl, she knew what that was. Blight. In the fields of her lady.

"My lady... How is this... How is this possible?" The paladin gasped, slack jaw in horror and revulsion as she looked at the poor display in front of her. This was unheard of. No, not unheard of. Impossible. How could divine crops ever be corrupted by blight? The woman shuddered a little and looked up at her mistress. "Is it possible to be cleansed?" The woman stared up at the goddess, who looked down sadly.

"The Golden Fields show the truth of the mortal world. This is what the world you live in is like. Little one, this is not the natural order of things, but it can be set straight. The man who offered you a job, he is an indirect artifact of my will. Through him you will be able to purge the blight from the world, and the Golden Fields at the same time. The people you're with, as strange as they seem, they will be needed to be my instrument.

The woman in front of her held up her hand, and a golden sickle materialised. "Your armour, blessed as it is, will not be needed any more my child. Go in the barest needed, my light is with you." The flat of the sickle gently touched the Galadari's shoulders, and she stiffeded. Was the goddess.. Knighting her? No, that was not possible, truly?

"All of those I am with, my lady?"

"All of those that you are with. The orc, the dragon, the strange and the peculiar. They are channels through which you will flow. Your flame will grace the land, and it will leave it as pure as the day that we formed it from the shapeless nothing. Do this, and you will be venerated forever, by mortals and immortals alike."

"My lady... I cannot say anything..." If she had been slack-jacked before, that was nothing compared to what she was now. Nothing made sense to her, but her heart burned fereverntly with an unquenchable faith.

"Say nothing then little one. My grace, my light will be with you, to guide you in troubling times. You must only worry about the destruction of the problems that plagues your world, not of the protection of your own blessed body. Farewell, little one." The woman let the sickle vanish once more, and Galdari could feel herself being pulled away from the Golden Fields. With head bowed in reverence, she felt herself return to her mortal body.

"Owwwwwwwwww..." She groaned, rolling over to her back and placing a hand to her bruised head.

Returning from a long absence. Like, really long...

@Night Owl

Hello good sir and welcome back!

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Sinclare D'Etinn

Brettonian Human- Questing Knight Errant

Sinclaire fights as all questing knights do. With sword in hand and courage in heart! A force on the battlefield whose bravado has yet to be matched by any individual, he fights purely for one reason and one reason only- glory. For this reason, it means he actually fits in rather well with the dwarves, some of which who have even given him the honour of calling him 'Dwari'

Clad in thick plate and a layer underneath of mail, and festooned in his knightly colours (blue and gold, of course, anything else would be only befitting of peasantry,) Sinclaire can cleave skaven by the dozen with his greatsword, but falters much more against anyone who actually matches up to him in strength, forcing him to rely on his skill and training in order to best them.

As would be expected from a questing knight of Bretonnia, Sinclaire is a large individual. He stands taller than most other humans, even matching up to some smaller orc specimens- in fact, were it not for his armour and air, he could quite easily be mistaken for a northlander. He carries several sets of weaponry, or rather, his long suffering mount Giltswift does. These include his longsword, a mace, a shield and an arming sword. As would be expected from a proper Breton, he shuns any form of ranged weapon- wading into melee is the only proper way a warrior fights.

Apart from his battle equipment, the Breton carries little. Knights errant do not have the luxury of squires and retainers to carry their gear, and as such he must remain somewhat light. A few changes of clothes, some fine Breton wine and a rather large coin purse is all the man carries with him.

Sinclaire's life is unextraordinary- should one consider being a Bretonnian nobleman unextrodinary. Born into house D'Ettin, a noble-born son then trains almost from birth in the way of the blade. Well trained, he departed on his errant quest almost as soon as he was a fully grown man, and has been on the road for several years since.

In his time, Sinclaire has seen and fought much. Skaven, goblins, the occasional orc and in one particularly nasty case, a necromantic witch have fallen to his blade. As any questing knight would be, his trials and tribulations have not taught him how to temper his spirit, and the man is as wild an untamed as a stallion most of the time. That being said, he does have a... Somewhat capable head on his shoulders, if only since he's managed to avoid having the whole thing taken off.

His travels eventually lead him towards the dwarflands. He was unsure of exactly what he was going to slay there, but when he saw the first sallies into the mines of Karak, he saw his opportunity. Riches! Dwarven weaponry! Fame! Glory! All waiting to be grasped.

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@Andronicus23

Warp, warp warp, warp warp warp warp. Warp.

Gurr'Kha - The Dead World

Waits.

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Sinclare D'Etinn

Brettonian Human- Questing Knight Errant

Sinclaire fights as all questing knights do. With sword in hand and courage in heart! A force on the battlefield whose bravado has yet to be matched by any individual, he fights purely for one reason and one reason only- glory. For this reason, it means he actually fits in rather well with the dwarves, some of which who have even given him the honour of calling him 'Dwari'

Clad in thick plate and a layer underneath of mail, and festooned in his knightly colours (blue and gold, of course, anything else would be only befitting of peasantry,) Sinclaire can cleave skaven by the dozen with his greatsword, but falters much more against anyone who actually matches up to him in strength, forcing him to rely on his skill and training in order to best them.

As would be expected from a questing knight of Bretonnia, Sinclaire is a large individual. He stands taller than most other humans, even matching up to some smaller orc specimens- in fact, were it not for his armour and air, he could quite easily be mistaken for a northlander. He carries several sets of weaponry, or rather, his long suffering mount Giltswift does. These include his longsword, a mace, a shield and an arming sword. As would be expected from a proper Breton, he shuns any form of ranged weapon- wading into melee is the only proper way a warrior fights.

Apart from his battle equipment, the Breton carries little. Knights errant do not have the luxury of squires and retainers to carry their gear, and as such he must remain somewhat light. A few changes of clothes, some fine Breton wine and a rather large coin purse is all the man carries with him.

Sinclaire's life is unextraordinary- should one consider being a Bretonnian nobleman unextrodinary. Born into house D'Ettin, a noble-born son then trains almost from birth in the way of the blade. Well trained, he departed on his errant quest almost as soon as he was a fully grown man, and has been on the road for several years since.

In his time, Sinclaire has seen and fought much. Skaven, goblins, the occasional orc and in one particularly nasty case, a necromantic witch have fallen to his blade. As any questing knight would be, his trials and tribulations have not taught him how to temper his spirit, and the man is as wild an untamed as a stallion most of the time. That being said, he does have a... Somewhat capable head on his shoulders, if only since he's managed to avoid having the whole thing taken off.

His travels eventually lead him towards the dwarflands. He was unsure of exactly what he was going to slay there, but when he saw the first sallies into the mines of Karak, he saw his opportunity. Riches! Dwarven weaponry! Fame! Glory! All waiting to be grasped.

If you're wondering why he's 'Sinclaire D'Ettin' in the hider, but Sinclaire De Ettin in his headline, it's because the font didn't have a "'" sign.

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Elves on the other hand....might be able to work them in as a third party or something. I.e. Not with the Dwarves.

@Andronicus23

Kerillian and Bardin shrug.

"Fair enough I suppose."

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Oh I am interested as hell. Would a questing Bretonnian be ok?