Rego - Story of a Summoner
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Charecter name: Rego
Forum/NWN Login: DavidnwnGhostwise halflings keep themselves to themselves, this is the understanding Rego had of his clan. The clan, as most ghostwise do, had a territory based around an object, in this case, a long stone, pointing from the ground, twenty feet high but only two metres across. They were friendly to outsiders yet kept themselves secluded. Rego was bought up, friendly, cheerful and understanding. Nothing ever intruded more than it should, which seemed curious as the lands they lived in lands surrounded by bandits.
His farther was different, a very serious man. Was always attending meetings about the well being of the clan, was stern and strict. Yet he had a good heart, or so was Regos impression.
His farther often get angry with Rego, for things he did not understand. When something fell off a shelf or something slightly strange would happen, Rego got the blame. Yet this did not dampen his spirits.
This calm, tranquil situation changed in one night at the age of 13. The night was cold. Bitterly so. The door lay ajar as Rego slept by the remains of the fire. He awoke with a shiver, and could feel a strange tingling over his body he could not explain. Almost as if he could sense something, whatever it was, it felt dark.
He heard a strange noise from outside, not quite a scream, but what sounded like a muffled cry. A strange light shone through the trees in the dark.
It may have been the worst decision of Regos life, or at the same time, a blessing with a dark mask but it took his attention and was intrigued to see what was happening, the hin blood ran thick in his veins.
He wrapped his cloak around him, and walked off towards the village centre, the strange red light seemed to be emerging from the clan rock.
As he approached he saw a circle of hooded figures, chanting in a low voice. His mother had told him of magic, yet he had not known what it looked like or had ever experienced it.
The circle of hins had a red energy surrounding them, as Rego neared he saw a strange design on the floor. A five pointed star.
Was it this magic he sensed? How could he, was was not a mage? Regos mind raced, was all the strange things that happened around him.. him? Did he cause them? He couldn't.. could he?
Flames erupted from the stone, fire swirled around it and the glow intensified. The flames turned from orange to a deep red colour as they reached the top of the sotne, before they struck down towards the centre.
As the glare from the fire faded, a dark figure stood still, 9 feet high. For a few moments it was vaguely human shaped, until large bat like wings unfolded at its sides.
A voice spoke out, one which Rego knew well
"We need to talk Devil" His farther stepped forward.
"What is it this time?"
"Bandits got almost to the village. They were turned away but it was close. What has made this lapse? None are to come into our territory. At all."
"I have other things to do, than just do your bidding hin" It snarled the last word.
"You remember our deal do you not? None come close, as long as we give our.. ahem.. tribute."
"I tire of this, you and your clan are beneth me" The devil flicked its tongue out, giving a small smirk.
"Do not use cheek with us beast! You are at our bidding, and in our summoning circle!"
The devil did nothing for a few seconds just stared. Its wings twitched. The glow around it faded.
"Is that so?"
The circle of halflings stepped back. None of them spoke out loud, yet telepathy is a useful tool.
All, acting as one, cast magic missile spells directly at it knocking the devil back against the rock, giving an ear piercing scream.
It righted itself and grinned, spreading its wings which ignited into a foul flame.
One by one the hins turned and fled. Yet none of them made it. As they each turned, shots of flame hit them forward onto the floor. Dead.
The last standing was the speaker, who had not moved.
"This is our clan! Our home! Our deal… is clearly at an end. But spare us! I have a son! A wife! A home!"
"A home.. Where?" The devil gave a malicious grin.
Rego glanced back towards his house through the trees. He could only make out what he saw. Fire. Fire all over the village. It had set it all alight.
The devil took steps forward, heading straight for the still cowled figure.
" You… You fiend!"
"Quite"
Rego turned and ran. Ran far as he could.
A few weeks later, the small hin sat in a huddle in a wood. His mind had stayed dormant for a few days. Not dareing to think about what he saw.
His farther had summoned a creature from the hells. He spoke to it, knew it.
More weeks past. He had been walking the roads. Stealing what he needed from travellers and traders. He explored his magical talents. If he could harness such power he could take the fight to the devil that killed his farther. His village, and burnt his home.
He got lucky and found a small human village which had a library. At first, he stole nothing, he had no need to. He sat for days reading on magic, first learning how to shape a magical shield over himself.
Yet the thing he really wanted to know, inspired by his farther, was how to bring forth a being of power, something which could do the fighting for him. Summoning.
This required somewhere else to practice the art, he took the book from the library
Many days later, a small Ghostwise hin was seen travelling the roads towards Peltarch. A small angry and unwilling looking imp flapping along behind him.
This summoner was going to use evil beings to fight evil…. Why waste good creatures?
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