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RoccanIronclad
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6 yrs ago
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adults are fine, it all depends on when you started to display your powers
Honestly we have already gotten started anyone that comes in later can catch up. post ad nauseum
true...true....
Fendren Thraas
Fendren stalked the man down a few streets until they found themselves in a relatively empty one, the shot was perfect, the man had his back turned, no witnesses, nothing to stop him. Fendren held up his left hand and from pointed with his first two fingers, from his hand mana began to build and soon spread into the shape of a bow, he drew back on the coursing flow of magical energy and what looked to be an arrow drew back with it. Fendren aimed for the top of the mans back, a quick and clean shot, not wanting the man to have a moment to respond, but just as he planned to fire, a woman darts out of a nearby inn, the man turns to look at the commotion and Fendren is forced to drop his bow, the weapon merely dissipating into the air.
To avoid being noticed himself and drawing attention, all Fendren could do was duck into a nearby shop. Fendren stepped through the doorway and got out of sight of the street quickly, if the man had seen him it was only a glimpse and not a threatening one. The surroundings he found himself in now however was not a great one either, he just walked into what appeared to be a potion shop, potions of which, do nothing to him. Not only that but there were others here, a man and a woman, seemingly distracted by each other Fendren tried to look like he was browsing while he waited for the street to calm hopefully he would be able to get back on the mages tail.
@BrightSteel
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Thanks it seems I will need it
That's cool Fendren won't be asking his name
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Nope that's all player discretion
Fendren Thraas
Agartha... This city reeked, the stench of magic was permeating throughout, and so this was to be the next battlefield. Fendren knew that there were many mages here that would be unable to bear the idea of hiding their cruel talents, they would throw lights and flame, float and chant, the more that he thought about this the angrier he became. The snow that fell was cold so Fendren pulled the hood of his dark cloak over his head and sank into it a bit further, as he walked the main thoroughfare he watched for any sign of magic, a street trick, a small display anything to give away a mage apart from just a robe wearing idiot.
This city was bustling and Fendren was starting to become overwhelmed, there were people chatting in every doorway and many of them looked normal, they always look normal, but he had to be vigilant. This was when he saw it, a man in a gaudy purple robe and cloak, the man set his hand over a small firepit and cast a spell lighting it aflame, a couple of people, seemingly poorer folk, huddling around the flame thanking the man vehemently. Fendren had to bite back sympathy, this mage tends to the poor today, tomorrow he enslaves them, this was his target. Fendren ducked into a nearby alley, he hope to keep a distance, he needed a clear shot with minimal witnesses, a higher vantage wouldn't hurt either, his time with Duncan had taught him well and he would serve Duncans purpose.
Name: Fendren Thraas
Age: 23
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Unsure
Looks:
Personality: Fendren is surprisingly sweet despite the stoic and unwavering cynicism, life itself means more to him than he lets on, he wants to preserve life at its finest, yet he also wants to trim the fat of the world that poisons and corrupts it. As long as you are a friend to him he has no issue helping you with what you need, but he will hold a grudge and tends to react violently towards anyone that he has one against.
Background: As a child, Fendren was kidnapped from his home, a cult of dark mages, trying to perform some form of ritual, Fendren wasn't sure what they intended to do with him, but it seemed that it would not be pleasant. The mages tortured him mercilessly, casting constant spells, carving runes and sigils into him and pressing the magic into his very core. It was weeks, weeks that had gone by with nothing but the pain and torture of this magic, all he wanted was to make it end, just for someone to get him out of this place and make them stop.
One morning Fendren awoke to something landing on top of him, he looked to see one of the mages, bleeding and beaten he looked to Fendren and for the first time one of them spoke directly to him, "Hear me boy, everything we did, all your suffering, was to make you great, something perfect, but this will be the best we get." And the man pulled a knife and began to carve into him again, Fendren didn't scream, the pain had long sense began to feel empty, but with an incantation, the scars of the runes began to glow, and the mage looked at him, "What a weapon you would have been." Fendren feared for a moment that whatever the man had done was going to kill him, hide the experiments, but the man laughed his last and slumped to the ground and still Fendren remained, bound and helpless until a man in a bright blue robe came in. The man walked over to the table where Fendren laid, he untied him and sat him up, "Do not worry I bear the dawns light." He held out a hand and divine energy poured from it, but it did nothing to Fendren, the man was visibly concerned, he checked Fendren for a pulse fearing he was undead, but no, he was alive.
Fendren learned over time what the mages had been doing, they were building him into a weapon against the old clerics order, infusing him with magics and wards, the wards had been strong enough that it took a week of rest and bandages just to restore the boys strength. The old Cleric, Duncan, told him much of the men that held him, wizards, seeking power by what ever means they could, during the short travels he had with Duncan, Fendren learned many things including how to wield some of the magic that had been forced upon him, he became proficient with conjuring a spectral bow and arrow with which he practiced often. However it was upon Duncans death that Fendren found purpose, as Duncan and he struck against the evils of magic, Duncan was dealt a fatal blow, Fendren was unable to stop the bleeding all he could do was defend his friend to the end. When the last mage fell, Fendren looked to Duncan, his life had faded some time ago, and now he was alone, left to this purpose, remove the scourge of magic from the world.
Weapons: Fendren is capable of summoning a spectral bow.
Abilities:
- Weapon summoning
- Warded body, Fendren absorbs most minor magical effects, however more powerful spells can wear away the wards.
- Skilled Archer
Weaknesses:
- Distrustful of mages and can become very aggressive or combative with them
- Warded body, Fendren absorbs most minor magical effects, however this means that he cannot be healed by magical means spell or potion.
Age: 23
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Unsure
Looks:
Personality: Fendren is surprisingly sweet despite the stoic and unwavering cynicism, life itself means more to him than he lets on, he wants to preserve life at its finest, yet he also wants to trim the fat of the world that poisons and corrupts it. As long as you are a friend to him he has no issue helping you with what you need, but he will hold a grudge and tends to react violently towards anyone that he has one against.
Background: As a child, Fendren was kidnapped from his home, a cult of dark mages, trying to perform some form of ritual, Fendren wasn't sure what they intended to do with him, but it seemed that it would not be pleasant. The mages tortured him mercilessly, casting constant spells, carving runes and sigils into him and pressing the magic into his very core. It was weeks, weeks that had gone by with nothing but the pain and torture of this magic, all he wanted was to make it end, just for someone to get him out of this place and make them stop.
One morning Fendren awoke to something landing on top of him, he looked to see one of the mages, bleeding and beaten he looked to Fendren and for the first time one of them spoke directly to him, "Hear me boy, everything we did, all your suffering, was to make you great, something perfect, but this will be the best we get." And the man pulled a knife and began to carve into him again, Fendren didn't scream, the pain had long sense began to feel empty, but with an incantation, the scars of the runes began to glow, and the mage looked at him, "What a weapon you would have been." Fendren feared for a moment that whatever the man had done was going to kill him, hide the experiments, but the man laughed his last and slumped to the ground and still Fendren remained, bound and helpless until a man in a bright blue robe came in. The man walked over to the table where Fendren laid, he untied him and sat him up, "Do not worry I bear the dawns light." He held out a hand and divine energy poured from it, but it did nothing to Fendren, the man was visibly concerned, he checked Fendren for a pulse fearing he was undead, but no, he was alive.
Fendren learned over time what the mages had been doing, they were building him into a weapon against the old clerics order, infusing him with magics and wards, the wards had been strong enough that it took a week of rest and bandages just to restore the boys strength. The old Cleric, Duncan, told him much of the men that held him, wizards, seeking power by what ever means they could, during the short travels he had with Duncan, Fendren learned many things including how to wield some of the magic that had been forced upon him, he became proficient with conjuring a spectral bow and arrow with which he practiced often. However it was upon Duncans death that Fendren found purpose, as Duncan and he struck against the evils of magic, Duncan was dealt a fatal blow, Fendren was unable to stop the bleeding all he could do was defend his friend to the end. When the last mage fell, Fendren looked to Duncan, his life had faded some time ago, and now he was alone, left to this purpose, remove the scourge of magic from the world.
Weapons: Fendren is capable of summoning a spectral bow.
Abilities:
- Weapon summoning
- Warded body, Fendren absorbs most minor magical effects, however more powerful spells can wear away the wards.
- Skilled Archer
Weaknesses:
- Distrustful of mages and can become very aggressive or combative with them
- Warded body, Fendren absorbs most minor magical effects, however this means that he cannot be healed by magical means spell or potion.
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