Lord Zee

The Hero has betrayed us

Haha, yeah I tend to do that if I find something interesting.

Edit: Oh yeah, for those that served the Demon lord prior or know of those who helped the Hero, feel free to recognize Garen.

The Hero has betrayed us

Garen "The Arrow" Trask

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Race: Elven

Personality: More of a bitter individual due to the recent times. With the world in certain peril, he's not very optimistic about the future anymore. At times, he can be nice but mostly cold.

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Class: Ranger

Equipment/powers: Being the good ranger that he is, he couldn't go anywhere without his trusty bow and other weapons hes picked up on his adventures. It's in his nature to be equipped for survival.
He carries;
Etched Mahogany Bow
Steel arrows in a leather quiver
Two enchanted short swords - one blessed by light and the other touched by darkness. Both deal a respectable amount of damage to beings on the opposite side.
One vial of poison

History: His parents always told him that their home burned down when the Demon Lord came. He and his people were forced to wander in a nomadic fashion for a time, living off the land and keeping each other safe. Garen grew up with the notion that if he made himself the best that he could be, he would be able to find his people a place they could call home again. His father and uncle taught him the ways of the wild, and it took him years of practice to be able to use a bow as an extension of himself. To be able to feel the pull of the string and release with the accuracy of the ancients was a gift passed down generation to generation. His people had their share of hard times, from the occasion demon to humans who wouldn't leave them alone, but they made the best of what they could.

Then one day things changed, and Garen met Sven. His first impressions of the hero were much different then when they would part ways. Here he saw a boy ready to take on the Demon King and bring peace back to the land. It would take time, and a great amount of effort but Garen saw hope for a future free of tyranny and he pledged himself to Heavensward. In the beginning, things were good and he even taught Sven the ways of his people. He did not see Sven as a hero, but as a good friend, something that was even more important to him. Time and time again, Sven and his allies brought down demons, monsters and those who were corrupted and all the while Garen helped to the best of his abilities. He was offered many items of power but only took the two swords that he wields now. He didn't want to look flashy, that was never him and the swords suited his personality. After all the time on the road, Garen began to see a change in Sven. It was subtle, now that he thought about it, Sven's cocky attitude became bigger then himself, playing with his foes before killing them and fading away from the promises in the beginning. Then the fateful day that shattered Garen's hope for a better future finally came.

He was wounded to say the least, and some of his clothes were blackened from soot and fire when he watched with great pride, as Sven killed the Demon King. Finally, after all this time, he could find a home for his people without fear of tyranny. To his horror, Sven sat on the throne and an malicious smile crossed his lips. Garen tried to dissuade him from his course of action, pleaded with him to do the right thing, but the Sven he knew was gone. His 'friend' turned into an even bigger threat then that which he had just killed. Sven asked him in return if he would join him in the new world but Garen stood tall and boldly exclaimed, "No."

Sven smiled, and charged him, blade drawn poised to strike him down. But Garen had anticipated him to attack, and just like that the ranger was gone. It was a fancy bit of magic, he had picked it up in a dungeon in his early days with Sven, never really finding a use for it until now. It allowed the user to teleport to a specific location just once, and Garen had chosen to return to the last place his people had been at. It didn't phase him to see the place empty, they were nomads and probably would be forever now. He fell to his knees realizing that the world was about to become a whole lot worse, for now there was little hope for a better future. Only the certainty of war.

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The Faraway Land

"Morefindiel Vanarys. Call me Fin. You the leader or something? You carry yourself like one." Which was a much nicer way of putting it than what she really wanted to say.

Tiberius stretched out his own hand and grasped the elf's hand gently, but not without giving a proper handshake. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Morefindiel Vanarys." He paused taken aback when he uttered her last name. He had almost forgotten about his mysterious elven figure, Druth Vanarys and now here was his name. He let his hand fall away slowly as he felt his heart skip a beat in mix of excitement and curiosity. This day was just getting stranger and stranger by the minute. He had so many questions for this woman now but a quick glance made him realize he must look like a fool, having completely dropped the conversation.

He attempted to save himself from her stares as he fumbled over his words, "Moref- I mean Fin, I... I would say I'm the leader. No! I mean I'm not really in charge, that would be Xen but I uh. Posture. Yes, I'm a knight so its something I do. That was very vague, what I really meant to say was that I was raised to have perfect posture anything less would have been a disgrace. So, umm, how are you?"

Tiberius felt flustered, why exactly was he so nervous? Here was a elf that could help him tie the gap between Druth and the Warlock but why was he so hesitant to actually say anything. His first impression upon her probably sealed the deal that he was an idiot. He tried to avoid her gaze for the moment, looking over at his companions, then the fire, then back to his companions. Gorman and Kaite had joined them at the fire, while the Storyteller and Vert looked like they were having a moment. The deer was still being prepared and Zenovia was still sleeping.

Everyone still looked slightly dazed, maybe even shocked about what had just happened to them and the revelations that they had uncovered. Hopefully by the morning, they would be better, but for now, food and Fin had his attention.

The Faraway Land

@rush99999 Yeah, I enjoyed it a lot. I like to think I'm Tiberius when I play. Now I guess there's an open beta running 9-12 this month, just two days before it releases.

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Still here! Just got caught up in the For Honor beta over the weekend. I'll try to post something today or tomorrow.

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Tiberius sat down on a log, looking at the empty fire pit they had created earlier. The battle must have snuffed it out of course, so when Laina went to go gather kindling the knight got up as well. He didn't want to make it completely obvious but he watched her leave into the forest. He grimaced thinking of all the wrong doings that could happen to a girl in the wilds but remembered that a little bit a go she had killed a deer and brought it back by herself. He relaxed only slightly, none of them could afford any unneeded risks. He sighed in relief when she came back with sticks.

She dropped them in front of the fire, then invited anyone to actually start it. "Fear not, I shall have a fire going momentarily."

Tiberius grabbed the kindling and placed it over the remains of the previous fire, then grabbed a flint and his knife. He began hitting them together, trying to get some sparks going. Every time the stone and blade collided, sparks flew in small dazzling array of lights before abruptly being silenced forever. At long last, his attempts at starting the fire were successful when the smallest of sparks managed to ignite some dry grass. Smoke began to billow upwards and Tiberius began to blow ever so gently, coaxing the small flame into taking the shape of the fire they needed. He set it down in the middle of the larger sticks and before long, a fire began to burn. They would need more firewood eventually, but it could wait for now.

After successfully creating the fire, Tiberius sat back and watched the flames take shape. He took thought for a moment, his eyes only reflecting the fire. It flickered up into the darkness, wanting to touch the one thing it could not. Like a lover scorned, it only wanted to give the moon it’s tender warmth, but the moon was indifferent. It simply did not care about the fire.

A lovely voice brought him back from his moment of thought and he looked over to see the woman from earlier was sitting next to Zenovia. So she had decided to stay after all, good. Had he been a bit excessive with her, probably but it was for the good of the group and he was in charge of protecting them after all.

He looked at her and said, "Forgive me, I don't think I ever asked you what your name was? I'm Tiberius Longshadow. The girl you are sitting next to is Zenovia."

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The question I'm having is should I wait for @ineffable and @Darkmoon Angel? It might have slipped past a few of you, but they didn't go last round and if Tiberius is to interact with their characters, i'd be nice if I had something to work with. If not, I guess I can do something different.

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Tiberius frowned, shaking his head when all of the hidden weapons came into view from the elven woman. He already knew that everything she had said was a lie even before the contents of the satchel proved it. He had recognized Gorman instantly, seldom do you forget those who humble you in moments of anger. Besides, he hadn't really met any other orcs besides this brute of one, before him.

He looked at Gorman and spoke with a soft smile, "Fear not Gorman, I knew it was you the moment you came into the clearing. I just found it amusing that you let a elven girl steal from you." He gave a small chuckle after that before continuing, "No one is going to die tonight. Not you, or her. Tiberius finished, looking down at the woman again. He only felt pity for those whose livelihoods were based upon stealing from others, for often the not, their stories were a tragic one. He slowly retracted his blade, dropping it from her neck.

A small sigh escaped his frowning lips. Sure he pitied her, but Tiberius was also very tired and just wanted to get on with the night in peace. Plus he had a new letter to read. He crouched down to her level and spoke softly, "Listen to me, back where I come from do you know what they do to thieves? They slice of their dominant hand, letting everyone who sees you know exactly what you are. That is, if you survive from the blood loss. But, we aren't there and like I said before, I only want peace. So you have two choices, one being that you leave now and don't come back or you can stay for the night and eat with us. Both options are now up on the table, same for you Gorman. Either choice is a wise one, just know that the Warlock's agents are prowling the forest this night."

With that said he got up, taking the satchel and reaching in to find the contents. He gave the envelope to Vert and said, "You're not so bad after all. Thank you."

Tiberius then grabbed the letter, handing the satchel back to Gorman. He opened it, not really expecting what he would find. Once again, it was addressed to all of them, and since he didn't want to pry any further into what was addressed to his companions, he found his entry and read it.

When he finished, he let the parchment fall to his side as Tiberius looked at Laina. She and Ivan were busy skinning the deer, their meal for the night. His "old friend" was asking something of him he didn't really know how to do, since forever ago. But if everything that these letters were saying ended up to be true, he would give it his best. He wouldn't let her become Dionaea Sycamore, he swore it. He could never let that happen, to her or to anyone of his companions ever again.

He passed the letter to Kaite as he began walking away, over to Laina.

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