The Legend of Spaten Masten
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The Adventures of the Regal Whore Phantom
//This is to be the tale of Spaten Masten// First post will be a repeat of his original Character discription to start everyone off on the same foot/page/poop.//
Twenty years ago a very loving Hin mother cradles her newborn son, as a shadow slips out the door of her house. She gets lost in her baby’s face, not noticing the man disappear from her side. Staring at her child she fell in love with him forever, not even noticing that the only people left in the room was a mid wife, her son, and herself. It wasn’t until she asked if the name Spaten sounded good that she realized the baby’s father had slipped off.
Damn.. She thought as she stared at the midwife. What did I expect? Did I expect him to stay and marry me? To raise his son, along with four children that aren’t his? Spaten it is, and I could never regret having him.Lilia Bremen, A very loving Hin, now watching her three boys playing in her yard. Five years after his birth and Spaten seems fine to her, a normal little half-ling. He is bit shy, but what can be expected by how his brother’s treat him. He was the youngest, 5 years younger then Icarus, and 11 years younger then Khirra who is the oldest. Now the brothers Icarus and Cyn seemed to live to pick on Spaten. Cyn was almost ten when Lilia met Spaten’s father, and he wasn’t a stupid child. He knew that Spaten was only a half brother, and he hated him for it. Not because they weren’t fully related, but because their mother always seemed to favor Spaten more, and he missed his father greatly. The family had been without a husband for 10 years, and during that time Lilia took up one lover, and only as long as she was pregnant with Spaten.
Lilia watched now as Cyn coaxed Icarus into tying up Spaten so he could do whatever plan he came up with today. She ran outside to put a stop to it. Five more years pass, Spaten is now almost 10. Cyn is now 19 His dislike for Spaten had only grew over the years and his meanness grew with it. Icarus the youngest still follows in his Shadow but leaves Spaten alone because Cyn had been in Peltarch training in the fighter’s college with hopes of joining the guards after. Icarus would have liked to go with him but being only 14 couldn’t join for at least four more years. Khirra had been gone for four years in a wizard academy, she writes their mother every now and then but other then that.. Spaten’s other sister Anna was always the nicest to him, she understood him the best. But Spaten still preferred to be alone most of the time, which is how he explored most of the valley and parts of Jiyyd. His mother warned him and all her children when they were young to never visit the town for she felt it was cursed because of it’s constant attacks and battles. Being his father’s son he of course did what his was told not to, especially when it came to an adventure, his favorite game was to play adventurer. So at the age of nine, the last day of normal life Spaten started with a plan to explore Jiyyd and watch the real adventurers in action.
Spaten had just gone his furthest into the town when he realized he was in trouble. He looked around and saw people running around, borrowing arrows, sharpening swords, buying potions, sweating, worrying, stringing bow and looking out for some onslaught which had come so fast he was in shock. Spaten stayed shocked a little too long because by the time he tried to run for the valley the biggest things he had ever seen move were upon Jiyyd and were smashing everything to bits. He dashed and dived trying to stay alive, not many spotted the young hin running for his life and those who did were too busy fighting giants to be of much help. Spaten dove under one of the benches surrounding the fire and prayed he would be spared. Then he looks about him and he swears he has gone blind. He can see nothing, except a total enveloping darkness.
Boom.
A blinding flash of light pierces the magical darkness that surrounds him and Spaten feels his very skin burning. One of the cleric giants called down a sunbeam which nailed Spaten’s hiding spot. He screams but only for a second as he blacks out from the pain.Spaten comes to and is in the most agonizing pain imaginable, it feels as if his very skin could flake off at any moment. He takes a look at his arm, he sees a charred brown thing which it hurts to move, reminds him a lot of scales from the lizards in the area. Spaten lays there, afraid to move, and in too much pain to. He begins to whimper.
“Can you hear that?” asks a silver clad elf, “Sounds like crying almost, where is it coming from?” A worried face pops up in front of Spaten as the Elf sitting above him squats down to take a closer look at him.
“Oh Fark! This half-ling looks like he’s about to die, calm down little guy, I’m gunna help you.” Spoke the Elf as he reached out and gently grabbed Spaten. He pulled Spaten out into the setting sunlight and instantly Spaten let out a horrible scream and kicked until he was free. His body was on fire again and all he wanted to do was put it out. He ran as fast as he could in such a way that made it obvious he was having troubles seeing. Spaten crashed into the small creek just past The Regal Whore, and rolled under the bridge onto a bank. There Spaten slipped in and out of consciousness, even more burnt then before and no longer whimpering, he knew he was dying but couldn’t do anything to help himself.
A small grey mouse appeared in front of Spaten and sniffed him. Spaten couldn’t tell if it was real but watched as best he could anyways. The mouse looked him over it seemed then swam across the creek effortlessly, it then turn around to face him.
Poof.Now sitting across from him was a grinning older hin, dressed in grey leather, wearing a grey cap with a long feather sticking out of it. He sat quite comfortably and waited a second until Spaten fully came around until he began to speak.
“Hello there young man, you’re not doing so well down here, I will explain soon enough but for right now just try to relax.” Spaten blinked. Snap. He opened his eyes and was shocked to find himself in a dark room lit by candles, lying on a rather large bed staring again, at this grey clad man wearing a feathered cap and a slight grin.
“Where.. Where am I?” asked Spaten as he realized he was not longer in pain, and the smell of cooked flesh had left his nostrils.
“I’ll get to that I’ll get to that but for now just listen, there is quite a bit you need to hear first. Your alive, your now fine and your wounds are as healed as they are going to get, mostly. What you see now is how you will look for the most part for the rest of your life.” Spaten felt his face and he turn over, it was rough, almost scaly, and he was a bit confused before he found the mirror next to him. He saw a once handsome hin, with cracked almost scale-like skin. His hair was no longer what it used to be and had been replaced with a short mangy mess in charcoal black color. Spaten continued to stare at himself as the other man started talking again.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it any better but it’s beyond my power to reverse the actions of this other god’s.” Brandobaris looked the boy up and down. “Your skin is that way because of those giants, you were hit with one of their spell indirectly, and it seems to be have worked correctly, but was taking time instead of instantaneously killing you.”
“But why – “ Spaten stared but the hin continued without interruption.
“You are alive, you are well and you are in a forgotten room at the top of the regal whore. This room has been here a long time, and has been forgotten about for almost at long. Not quite a room as there is no doors, but there is a trap door at the top of that latter. You cannot go out in sun light.”
Spaten belted out what was confusing him the most, “Who are you sir? And how did you save me?”
The grey clad hin sat back and took a deep breath and started, “I am the god Brandobaris, the king of cunning, wit, charm, and luck. I saved to because I could, and I felt I could do it without messing with the balance of this plane”.
“But why have you saved me? I don’t understand when I am here, if you are going to save me, cure me of this monster I have for a body and take me home!”
“Well”, answered Brandobaris, “let me explain. I knew your father, your real father. He was a follower of mine, went by the name of Masten. And I happened to have thought very highly of that rapscallion. Quite the swashbuckler he was. He’d have liked to see you live, and I want you to discover who your father was. Now as to why your not at home sleeping off a bad dream there are several reasons, the first being you are not a follower of mine, neither is your mom raising you to be so I shouldn’t have gotten involved in the first place. I could have possibly cured you completely. I don’t believe what has happened to you is out of my range power but it is probably near the limit.” Brandobaris stared at Spaten as he waited for the child.
“Then why did you leave me like this!? What have I done to deserve this fate you have dealt me? I don’t deserve this I don’t I don’t I don’t!” And Spaten stood up in a rage and felt an anger he had just discovered and it frightened him a little.
“Don’t deserve it? I agree you don’t deserve this, you should be dead. I have saved you this day, gone out of my way and all you do to repay me is ask why I haven’t helped you more.” Brandobaris replied as he raised himself to full height. “Do you not appreciate what I have done? Would you rather have died in that creek today? Would you rather me just put you out of your misery?” Spaten looked at the ground and sat down softly.
“No.. No I thank you sir. Brandobaris master I am grateful of your sparing my life.” Spaten took a knee and bowed his head. “I am most appreciative. I thank you and swear to follow-“ Brandobaris cut him off quickly at this point.
“Spaten you need not pledge your dedication to me. You are in no debt to me what-so ever. And I’d rather it be this way. If you are to become a member of my church, a misadventure, I rather you do it on your own will. I have left you a stranger even to yourself, half of what you were. We are even and I desire nothing of you.” Spaten nodded, not fully understanding why the god had saved him if he did want to be worshipped.
“I leave you now to your own path in this new life you are to live. Before I go I should point out a few things that are less obvious then you appearance.
:Chuckles
There is this bag here on the table.” Spaten took notice of a largish grey sack sitting on the table for the first time. “I know you will find its contents extremely useful. There are a few things in there that will be very useful. There is a trap door in this corner behind me, which leads to the roof, along with a few other places I believe. I cannot stay any longer or I will have aided you too much to be fair.” The god smiled and winked as he placed a grey cloak from his bag on a chair. Before Spaten could ask just one more question. Poof! Brandobaris was gone and a small grey mouse was scurrying across the floor to a hole in the wall.
Spaten stared for a bit and laid down, hoping he would awake from
most horrible nightmare he had ever endured.
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Spaten Masten, seen moving about freely and in a state of awe in Oscura. having moved there recently and discovered it's constant darkness enjoys his day trying to understand the city and it's people. Having run out of gold in the first week of residence he has sought for with the local Black Sails Guild. His pay little as his usefulness is limited until he finds a solution to his aliment. There very same hin that was ran out of the Regal, has now started to live freely among other people.
I was a strange feeling that caused Spaten to reassess his situation as he left Oscura inn. He thought he was happy with what ever life kept him from feeling the pain he had been feeling his whole life. He was alittle skeptical about his well being and work so far. But he had made it almost half a year without too much trouble. He began to look about suspiciously as if he thought someone was watching him. As he looked about he felt he was safe enough inside the bar below what is his only home for the time. He waited about alittle longer to see if Drelan might happen in for a cold one. Spaten felt pretty useless at his work. Being limited to a half day's capability of being out of this massive underground heaven he has found. He stared ahead of himself as he sat on a bench surrounding the soul well. He searched deep into himself trying to understand what was bothering him. Was is this new home? Was it the restriction to exploring that he now felt. He felt less of the love he once felt from the bond he had with nature. He shook his head, no it was this damn well! Spaten chuckled to himself and return to the Bar, hoping the pasty drunk elf wasn't there drowding his sorrows and telling all his problems to him.
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A small hin leaves Jiyyd, cloaked and under the cover of darkness, few notice his leaving and even fewer know who he is.
Spaten reflects on the events that have happened to him these last few years. He heart feeling darkened, an a anger stir there as well and he didn't mind it. He had grown accompanied to it, and embraced it in combat.