RavenStormclaw
04-04-2007, 11:16 PM
300 years ago Delmaran Shadowshine was banished from his home in the elven nation of Nirvandia that borders the Cerullean Hills. His crime treason.
Take a few moments to relive his last moments:
The rythmic thumping of booted feet lolled Delmaran into a deep trance. The acrid smoke of buring oil lamps took him back to just a few days ago. He was a captain of the royal gurad of King Elverst as his father and his father's father had been for a thousand years. He was standing one of the few night watches he still did to keep his senses sharp. The night was crisp and cold. The air was still. Little puffs of white hung in the air with every breath. Without warning, a low shrill whislte was followed by a thunderous explosion as a boulder slammed into the castle wall.
Within moments the ground outside the caslte were crawling with a hoard of orcs. Their gutteral grunts could be heard as they through themselves at the castle gate while some shot arrows up to the wall above them. Within moments of the attack the highly trained guard began the counter attack. Trumpets blared to rouse the rest of the castle. General Damarth appeared and shouted "Shadowshine take command of the north tower."
Delmaran spun and began sprinting toward the north tower. Almost insticntively, he dropped to the ground as a huge fireball screamed over his head and slammed into the wall of the north tower. As he got up the backwave of heat and flame illuminated the wall below him, what he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. Climbing the wall...the wall that should have been unclimbable, were three ogres. They were headed for the only place they could go, The open window high on the wall. The window that led to the nursery. The nursery where even now King Elverst's children Ragon and Rhyne would be taking refuge.
Without thinking Delmaran change course and moments later burst thorugh the nursery room door. Burst thorugh just and the first ogere clered the window. Delmaran dropped his bow and drew his sword and charged across the room. The next several minustes were a blur, dodge, slash, dodge. Withing in five minutes all three ogres lay dead. The children were in shock but unharmed. The sounds of fighting outside had fallen silent. Delmaran staggered out the door. Within moments he came upon General Damarth. The general shouted "grab the traitor and throw him in the dungeon." Delmaran was bound and gagged so quickly he could not even get a word out.
The sudden silence brougth Delmaran back to reality. General Damarth spoke in a gruff formal tone "Delmaran Shadowshine you were ordered to command the defense of the north tower. You neve arrived. The lack of leadership caused the defense of the tower to fail and a breach occured. During that breach the foul spell of an assasin slew our king. The punishment for your crime is death. However, you strayed from your course to save the king's children. They were helpless and you went to their aid. Neither your crime nor your deed can be ignored. Thus your death sentence is commuted and your and your entire family are banished forever."
300 years later the Shadowshine clan lives the gypsy life. Welcomed nowhere, shunned at times, always feeling they are being hunted they have learned to survive in the shadows. However, living up to the family name some have shown brite from the shadows. Every young Shadowshine learns the arts of the rouge for pure survival reasons. However, some rise above that to become great hereos. Clerics, bards, wizards, paladins, and rangers have all come out the Shadowshine clan. The greatest of them all was Worton Shadowshine. A cleric of great power. A man of great deeds. He single handedly slew several vampires and numerous mummies. He even did battle with a great balor of the abyss. 2 years ago he came to Stormreach in search of the wizard, now a lich, that instigated the attack 300 years ago that got his family banished. He has not been heard from since.
Recently his children have flocked to Stormreach in search of thier father and his fate. The first to arrive was Skolan Shadowshine. The bow was always his favorite weapon. Some say he could hit a humming bird in full flight at 50 paces. He was last seen entering a place called the butcher's path.
Next to arrive was Dancia. She is the youngest and the smartest. She always loves the magical arts. She has made a minor name for herself in the company of a dwarven cleric named Tyn Noog. They recently rescued a young man from deep in the sewers of Stormreach.
The last to arrive was Zergrad Shadowshine. He is pure of heart, the gods answer his prayers and yet his swordarm swings strong and true. He was last seen recovering Guard Jung's badge.
As their legends grow so shall this tale.
Sincerely,
Ravenhook Stormclaw student Worton Shadowshine
Take a few moments to relive his last moments:
The rythmic thumping of booted feet lolled Delmaran into a deep trance. The acrid smoke of buring oil lamps took him back to just a few days ago. He was a captain of the royal gurad of King Elverst as his father and his father's father had been for a thousand years. He was standing one of the few night watches he still did to keep his senses sharp. The night was crisp and cold. The air was still. Little puffs of white hung in the air with every breath. Without warning, a low shrill whislte was followed by a thunderous explosion as a boulder slammed into the castle wall.
Within moments the ground outside the caslte were crawling with a hoard of orcs. Their gutteral grunts could be heard as they through themselves at the castle gate while some shot arrows up to the wall above them. Within moments of the attack the highly trained guard began the counter attack. Trumpets blared to rouse the rest of the castle. General Damarth appeared and shouted "Shadowshine take command of the north tower."
Delmaran spun and began sprinting toward the north tower. Almost insticntively, he dropped to the ground as a huge fireball screamed over his head and slammed into the wall of the north tower. As he got up the backwave of heat and flame illuminated the wall below him, what he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. Climbing the wall...the wall that should have been unclimbable, were three ogres. They were headed for the only place they could go, The open window high on the wall. The window that led to the nursery. The nursery where even now King Elverst's children Ragon and Rhyne would be taking refuge.
Without thinking Delmaran change course and moments later burst thorugh the nursery room door. Burst thorugh just and the first ogere clered the window. Delmaran dropped his bow and drew his sword and charged across the room. The next several minustes were a blur, dodge, slash, dodge. Withing in five minutes all three ogres lay dead. The children were in shock but unharmed. The sounds of fighting outside had fallen silent. Delmaran staggered out the door. Within moments he came upon General Damarth. The general shouted "grab the traitor and throw him in the dungeon." Delmaran was bound and gagged so quickly he could not even get a word out.
The sudden silence brougth Delmaran back to reality. General Damarth spoke in a gruff formal tone "Delmaran Shadowshine you were ordered to command the defense of the north tower. You neve arrived. The lack of leadership caused the defense of the tower to fail and a breach occured. During that breach the foul spell of an assasin slew our king. The punishment for your crime is death. However, you strayed from your course to save the king's children. They were helpless and you went to their aid. Neither your crime nor your deed can be ignored. Thus your death sentence is commuted and your and your entire family are banished forever."
300 years later the Shadowshine clan lives the gypsy life. Welcomed nowhere, shunned at times, always feeling they are being hunted they have learned to survive in the shadows. However, living up to the family name some have shown brite from the shadows. Every young Shadowshine learns the arts of the rouge for pure survival reasons. However, some rise above that to become great hereos. Clerics, bards, wizards, paladins, and rangers have all come out the Shadowshine clan. The greatest of them all was Worton Shadowshine. A cleric of great power. A man of great deeds. He single handedly slew several vampires and numerous mummies. He even did battle with a great balor of the abyss. 2 years ago he came to Stormreach in search of the wizard, now a lich, that instigated the attack 300 years ago that got his family banished. He has not been heard from since.
Recently his children have flocked to Stormreach in search of thier father and his fate. The first to arrive was Skolan Shadowshine. The bow was always his favorite weapon. Some say he could hit a humming bird in full flight at 50 paces. He was last seen entering a place called the butcher's path.
Next to arrive was Dancia. She is the youngest and the smartest. She always loves the magical arts. She has made a minor name for herself in the company of a dwarven cleric named Tyn Noog. They recently rescued a young man from deep in the sewers of Stormreach.
The last to arrive was Zergrad Shadowshine. He is pure of heart, the gods answer his prayers and yet his swordarm swings strong and true. He was last seen recovering Guard Jung's badge.
As their legends grow so shall this tale.
Sincerely,
Ravenhook Stormclaw student Worton Shadowshine