Tawmis wrote: ↑Mon Jul 08, 2019 8:31 pm
They say there is a perpetual war between the Heavens and the Planes of Hell.
A war of gods and angels, devils and demons – for reasons, long lost through the sands of time. This war has bled out into the mortal world – where Aasimar – like myself were born, where the angels and gods tampered with our bloodline. On the other side, there were Cambions – which were plane-touched by a demon or devil. All so their petty war could spill into the land of Mortals.
I was one of those Holy Warriors – I fought in their Wars, until I saw that’s all it was. An endless cycle of fighting, where the gods and devils squabbled for reasons long lost. When I had asked what the fighting was about – it was simply, “They are evil. We are good. They want we have and we can’t allow it.” Asking what it was “we had” that “they wanted” – none could answer.
So the one who requested this replied:
Originally Posted by DevilMcam View Post
This is pretty awesome,
Actually Maybe à little to awesome for What I expected. to me Aasimar are like TIEFLING, they most lakely have never seen the planes.
For lvl 1 character I expected est less heroic behavior (for example we swap lucy with mayla in the first part : lucy get kidnapped, rescue party comme to save her, and vampire crumble to dust when they arrive, lucy is now à héro that did nothing)
Man the music though, totally on point
So I wrote two more versions - keeping most of it the same, but going more with what was clarified...
http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsing ... stcount=64
Modified, per the above... just ended up writing it this morning (keeping most of it and change it up so it matched more with what you mentioned above)...
Hopefully it hits closer to the mark! If not, do please let me know!
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They say there is a perpetual war between the Heavens and the Planes of Hell.
A war of gods and angels, devils and demons – for reasons, long lost through the sands of time. This war has bled out into the mortal world – where Aasimar – like myself were born, where the angels and gods tampered with our bloodline. On the other side, there were Cambions – which were plane-touched by a demon or devil. All so their petty war could spill into the land of Mortals.
But that wasn’t me. I turned my back upon the gods, the angels, the demons and the devils and learned to live among the mortals.
My name is Lucy Briarthorn. I am a weapon of the heavens, who now lived a simple life in the small town of Fall’s Edge.
My family owned a Luthier shop called “The Sound of Fall’s Edge.” It was named after the waterfalls of Fall’s Edge and the sound that the nearby waterfall created.
Several bamboo-like trees known as ‘strenbows’ grew through the stones of the waterfall at different lengths and widths – which generated the sounds of musical pipes. The strenbow were notoriously strong – withstanding the power and pressure of the waterfall – and the vines of the strenbow were slung between the branches and often created a haunting melody, sounding like someone furiously strumming a harp.
I enjoyed living in Fall’s Edge – here, the people treated me with respect. I knew what I was doing – I knew why I got up every morning, and why I was exhausted when I went to bed (though, admittedly my endurance surpassed most humans, due to the bloodline).
A few years ago, the peaceful town of Fall’s Edge was changed. People had begun to vanish. My adopted father, one night, when a young girl had gone missing, turned to me, and said, “Lucy, I know you don’t want to – but Mayla has gone missing. She’s just five years old. You have to do something.”
“Me?” I asked, somewhat in shock. “I’ve never really been one for fighting…”
“Everyone else,” my father gestured around the table, but I knew he was encompassing the whole village, “are just simple folk. You,” he placed his hand on my shoulder, “my dear Lucy, were born to be special.”
“I don’t want to be special,” I retorted. “I want to be normal. Just like everyone else,” I added, mimicking my father’s gesture.
“Lucy, you were born to be something more,” he said, shaking me slightly with his hand on my shoulder. “The blood in you is holy. You’ve been touched by the gods. This may be the passage to your destiny.”
“I want my destiny to be here,” I replied, shaking myself free of my father’s hand. “To build harps and lutes and guitars, and play them near the waterfalls, and make music,” I pleaded.
My father’s face looked both proud and sad at the same time. “I wish that were the case. These disappearances have been happening for weeks. This is the first time someone so young has gone missing. It will keep happening until something happens. You are the something that needs to happen,” he pleaded. “After all, it will only be a matter of time before myself, your mother, or,” he looked at my two younger brothers and sisters, “they, disappear.”
Guilt. It was an arrow through my heart. My father never used guilt against me. He truly wanted me to find out what was going on.
I took in a deep breath, and sighed. “Fine, I will look into this.”
I walked out of the house and headed to the barn in the back. A cool breeze blew my hair and sent shivers down my spine. I spun around, feeling as if though I was being watched – but as my eyes pierced the darkness, I could see no one… but my heart was beating unusually fast.
My father had kept his armor here – old and beaten up as it was – from the years he had worked in the Militia before setting down, getting married, and moving to Fall’s Edge. Next to the armor was a beaten up sword – his – also from his days at the militia. It was rusty, and the armor was tight – not being made for a woman of my figure. I slid on the armor and clenched my sword and walked over to the home of Mayla, where I asked her sobering mother and father, where they had last seen her.
They explained she had been playing near the Mill. I began my search there, where I found a young boy who had been hiding in the tree. It took a moment but I recognized him. “Var, what are you doing up there?”
“Hiding from the shadow-man,” the young boy replied.
“The Shadow Man?” I asked. “Wait, did you see what happened to Mayla?”
“The Shadow Man came,” Var explained as he climbed down. “We were playing – we made little boats and put them in the stream… and then the Shadow Man came… He looked into Mayla’s eyes… and it was like she couldn’t hear me anymore. She took his hand… and they … turned to smoke.”
“Turned to smoke?” I had asked.
“Like fog,” Var corrected. “Cold.”
“Did they go a certain way?” I asked.
“Yes,” he pointed to the west.
A long time ago, just west of Fall’s Edge, there was a human who built a large manor – a blemish, the people of Fall’s Edge thought – compared to the rest of the land, that had been small homes. The people were fearful that this would attract others here to build larger homes and destroy the natural beauty that surrounded Fall’s Edge.
The old man was rarely seen – and he only ventured out at night to get food from the small shops in Fall’s Edge. This of course, led to rumors and speculation that he was a mad wizard, creating horrible experiments deep in his basement.
So was it some wizard abducting people and doing experiments on people in his basement after all?
I escorted Var back to his home – called for an alarm through the city for everyone to keep their doors locked. I raced over to the home of Ansun Marebreaker and pleaded for her fastest horse. I rode hard for an hour, never resting. When I arrived at the manor I could feel it again – the same feeling I had when I had walked to the barn.
As I walked into the foyer, at the top of the grand stairs, stood a tall figure. He was slender, but very handsome. Besides him, a young girl – Mayla!
“When I saw you,” he said, his voice, thick, rich, accented. “You… took my breath away. Your hair, golden like the sun… the sun I’ve not seen… for so… very … long. And your eyes, ice blue, like the cool spring waters. But you never ventured out of your home at night… and I am bound by the curse to never enter a home I am not invited to. I sensed power in you… You were different… I knew you would come for me, eventually.”
He released his hold on Mayla. “The little girl can go free now that you’re here.”
Mayla quickly ran down the stairs. As she ran by me, I told her to get on the horse – it would ride back to Fall’s Edge.
He seemed to glide down the stairs. “You remind me of someone I lost… long ago…”
His words were soothing. I could feel my arms going limp. The urge to run my sword through his heart had seeped away with each word he spoke.
Before I knew it, he was standing in front of me. As he suddenly lunged forward, I could see his fangs – and just before they sank into my flesh.
I screamed as his fangs bore deep into my skin.
I could feel the warmth of my blood running down my neck as he slowly pulled back and looked deep into my eyes.
I wanted to run away – but I couldn’t. When he saw, deep in my soul, I had wanted to resist but could not – he smiled.
He had enthralled me.
For over a week, I was bound to him.
Until the day came, where adventurers had kicked down the door and began storming the house. I tried to defend the Vampire, but they had easily shoved me aside, made their way to the basement and put a stake through his heart.
That action had slain the vampire – and in the process – freed me from being enthralled, but the pain to my chest seemed to be shared by whatever the Vampire had felt. I was left gasping for breath. The adventurers, ran past me and began rummaging through the house.
They seemed to care very little about my well-being. I grabbed the one that looked like a fighter, “Who sent you?” Suspecting that it might have been my father.
“We’ve been tracking Darnak Bloodmoore for weeks now,” the fighter explained as he helped me stand. “He has kept relocating. But when news of people vanishing began appearing, we knew we were on his trail again. This is the first time, we’ve actually managed to track him down inside his home during daylight."
It took me a day to recover, taking shelter in the manor, after the adventurers had pillaged it of any valuables that they could carry.
I walked back to Fall’s Edge and was greeted by cheers.
Mayla had told them what happened – or what she thought happened. That I had come and rescued her. It wasn’t the truth, and as much as I tried to tell the others the truth, they all twisted it, that I had held off the vampire until help came.
This isn’t what I wanted. I wanted a simple life.
I’d never have that again here.
They’d always look at me differently.
I sighed and thanked everyone as I walked towards my home.
That night at dinner, I told my family, I was leaving, and that perhaps one day I would return to Fall’s Edge to visit…
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http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsing ... stcount=68
And here's the "less than courageous" version...
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They say there is a perpetual war between the Heavens and the Planes of Hell.
A war of gods and angels, devils and demons – for reasons, long lost through the sands of time. This war has bled out into the mortal world – where Aasimar – like myself were born, where the angels and gods tampered with our bloodline. On the other side, there were Cambions – which were plane-touched by a demon or devil. All so their petty war could spill into the land of Mortals.
But that wasn’t me. I turned my back upon the gods, the angels, the demons and the devils and learned to live among the mortals.
My name is Lucy Briarthorn. I am a weapon of the heavens, who now lived a simple life in the small town of Fall’s Edge.
My family owned a Luthier shop called “The Sound of Fall’s Edge.” It was named after the waterfalls of Fall’s Edge and the sound that the nearby waterfall created.
Several bamboo-like trees known as ‘strenbows’ grew through the stones of the waterfall at different lengths and widths – which generated the sounds of musical pipes. The strenbow were notoriously strong – withstanding the power and pressure of the waterfall – and the vines of the strenbow were slung between the branches and often created a haunting melody, sounding like someone furiously strumming a harp.
I enjoyed living in Fall’s Edge – here, the people treated me with respect. I knew what I was doing – I knew why I got up every morning, and why I was exhausted when I went to bed (though, admittedly my endurance surpassed most humans, due to the bloodline).
A few years ago, the peaceful town of Fall’s Edge was changed. People had begun to vanish. My adopted father, one night, when a young girl had gone missing, turned to me, and said, “Lucy, I know you don’t want to – but Mayla has gone missing. She’s just five years old. You have to do something.”
“Me?” I asked, somewhat in shock. “I’ve never really been one for fighting…”
“Everyone else,” my father gestured around the table, but I knew he was encompassing the whole village, “are just simple folk. You,” he placed his hand on my shoulder, “my dear Lucy, were born to be special.”
“I don’t want to be special,” I retorted. “I want to be normal. Just like everyone else,” I added, mimicking my father’s gesture.
“Lucy, you were born to be something more,” he said, shaking me slightly with his hand on my shoulder. “The blood in you is holy. You’ve been touched by the gods. This may be the passage to your destiny.”
“I want my destiny to be here,” I replied, shaking myself free of my father’s hand. “To build harps and lutes and guitars, and play them near the waterfalls, and make music,” I pleaded.
My father’s face looked both proud and sad at the same time. “I wish that were the case. These disappearances have been happening for weeks. This is the first time someone so young has gone missing. It will keep happening until something happens. You are the something that needs to happen,” he pleaded. “After all, it will only be a matter of time before myself, your mother, or,” he looked at my two younger brothers and sisters, “they, disappear.”
Guilt. It was an arrow through my heart. My father never used guilt against me. He truly wanted me to find out what was going on.
“Father, I can’t,” I cried. Feeling the pressure, I ran outside and sat outside of the barn. It was night, but not far away, I could see someone in the tree. Perhaps it was Mayla?
But instead I found a young boy that lived a few farms down from our home. “Var, what are you doing up there?”
“Hiding from the shadow-man,” the young boy replied.
“The Shadow Man?” I asked. “Wait, did you see what happened to Mayla?”
“The Shadow Man came,” Var explained as he climbed down. “We were playing – we made little boats and put them in the stream… and then the Shadow Man came… He looked into Mayla’s eyes… and it was like she couldn’t hear me anymore. She took his hand… and they … turned to smoke.”
“Turned to smoke?” I had asked.
“Like fog,” Var corrected. “Cold.”
“Did they go a certain way?” I asked.
“Yes,” he pointed to the west.
A long time ago, just west of Fall’s Edge, there was a human who built a large manor – a blemish, the people of Fall’s Edge thought – compared to the rest of the land, that had been small homes. The people were fearful that this would attract others here to build larger homes and destroy the natural beauty that surrounded Fall’s Edge.
The old man was rarely seen – and he only ventured out at night to get food from the small shops in Fall’s Edge. This of course, led to rumors and speculation that he was a mad wizard, creating horrible experiments deep in his basement.
So was it some wizard abducting people and doing experiments on people in his basement after all?
I escorted Var back to his home – called for an alarm through the city for everyone to keep their doors locked. As I walked home – I saw him walking towards me – the man from the manor. My heart stopped. I wanted to run and turn the other way.
His words were like velvet. Even from here, it was like he was speaking into my mind… my soul.
“When I saw you,” he said, his voice, thick, rich, accented. “You… took my breath away. Your hair, golden like the sun… the sun I’ve not seen… for so… very … long. And your eyes, ice blue, like the cool spring waters. But you never ventured out of your home at night… and I am bound by the curse to never enter a home I am not invited to. I sensed power in you… You were different… I knew you would come for me, eventually.”
He seemed to glide towards me. “You remind me of someone I lost… long ago…”
He wrapped his cloak around me, and the world went dark.
I awoke and we were in his manor. “I will need you to guard me. I sense a power in you. I’ve had some trouble… but you, you can protect me.”
As he suddenly lunged forward, I could see his fangs – and just before they sank into my flesh.
I screamed as his fangs bore deep into my skin.
I could feel the warmth of my blood running down my neck as he slowly pulled back and looked deep into my eyes.
I wanted to run away – but I couldn’t. When he saw, deep in my soul, I had wanted to resist but could not – he smiled.
He had enthralled me.
For over a week, I was bound to him.
Until the day came, where adventurers had kicked down the door and began storming the house. I tried to defend the Vampire, but they had easily shoved me aside, made their way to the basement and put a stake through his heart.
That action had slain the vampire – and in the process – freed me from being enthralled, but the pain to my chest seemed to be shared by whatever the Vampire had felt. I was left gasping for breath. The adventurers, ran past me and began rummaging through the house.
They seemed to care very little about my well-being. I grabbed the one that looked like a fighter, “Who sent you?” Suspecting that it might have been my father.
“We’ve been tracking Darnak Bloodmoore for weeks now,” the fighter explained as he helped me stand. “He has kept relocating. But when news of people vanishing began appearing, we knew we were on his trail again. This is the first time, we’ve actually managed to track him down inside his home during daylight."
It took me a day to recover, taking shelter in the manor, after the adventurers had pillaged it of any valuables that they could carry.
I walked back to Fall’s Edge and was greeted by cheers.
Mayla had told them what happened – or what she thought happened. That I had come and rescued her. It wasn’t the truth, and as much as I tried to tell the others the truth, they all twisted it, that I had held off the vampire until help came.
This isn’t what I wanted. I wanted a simple life.
I’d never have that again here.
They’d always look at me differently.
I sighed and thanked everyone as I walked towards my home.
That night at dinner, I told my family, I was leaving, and that perhaps one day I would return to Fall’s Edge to visit…