3. Damien Malaise' History

Damien Malaise' History


  • Damien was born in the slums Of Zhentill Keep on the moonsea. He grew up under the Iron hand of his father. A blackgaurd in the Church of Bane.
    From an early age he was taught discipline and unwavering loyalty to the Black Hand. As he grew older he was destined to become his fathers lesser, and joined the army as a soldier. The Zhents sent his batalion to Vasaa to aquire a load of slaves into service. This is where the story begins.

    Damien held his dagger firmly in his hands trcing shallow cuts accross his forearms, He'd been a masochist for years ever since his only mistake in the Keep. He had said cross words a Commander in a bar when he was twelve. His sharp tongue caused him Fourteen weeks of endless torture where they healed him when he was close to death. His father was the only thing that kept him from being executed on the spot. In fact it was his father's to the form of punishment. Ever scince he hasn't been comfortable without some sort of pain.

    Damien resheathed the dagger and stood. His battalion was resting for a time. After 50 wheels of cold marshes, and endless drear they were almost to their destination. Damien wasn;t too sure of thier orders though, he knew they were to raid the city of Darmshall and capture as many slaves as possible. All fine and good to him orders were orders and he was sure there would be plenty of killing to boot.

    He wandered away from camp to relieve himself and stood looking over the bog. A wavery figure floted in the air fifty feet away from him. Shocked to see something out here in the wilderness he stood dumb for a moment before realizing what it was.

    "Ah a wraith, Commander Dashoon should like to hear of this" he muttered to himself. The commander always had an affinity for the undead. He always wanted to speak with any the battalion came accross. No one knew exactly why, but any soldier who brought him the information recived a good amount of gold.

    He turned away and headed back to the camp. As he neared he headed straight to the Commanders tent in the center. Two gaurds outside the opening halted him as he aproached.

    "Damien," says the first gaurd. Damien was always pleased when the gaurd knew his name, it was one of the many benefits of having a Malvolent father. "what message can I give the Commander, he is resting"

    "There is a wraith outside of the camp about fifty yards, sir."

    "Aye, he will like to hear this, let me wake him." The gaurd disappeared into the tent for a minute then reappeared, and motioned Damien inside.

    The Tent was smallish but large enough to hold a table and a bed. Interestingly enough it was quite portable. When needed the entire structure could be brought down in fifteen minutes and stored in two large bags that reduced the considerable weight of the furniture to almost nothing.

    Damien stood at attention on the oppisite side of the table to the Commander. "Spit it Damien." Dashoon Barked.

    "Sir there is a Wraith Fifty feet from the camp, sir." He still stood at attention as he spoke.

    "At ease soldier." Dashoon said. Damien imeadiately relaxed his stance but did not move. "Go fetch me Dreadgaurd Flaus and return with him quickly. Dissmissed"

    "Yes sir!" Damien left the tent and went to get Flaus. He returned shortly and resumed his at attention stance.

    "Commander," Flaus said flatly. " I trust you have good reason to bring me here so late in the evening."

    "Damien yu are dismissed." Dashoon said.

    Damien promptly left and went back to his bedroll. He sat picking scabs from his leg for about a while when he noticed. Commander Dashoon And Flaus heading into the bog. He went back to picking his scabs.

    Soon the pair returned and Damien watched as they headed back towards the Commanders tent. He exhaled slowly and decided he'd get some rest. No sooner had he dozed when he was awoken sharply from his rest by the first gaurd at the door of the tent.

    "Damien the commander will see you."

    Damien rose purposely excited that he was going to get some gold, but he thought it strange that the commander wouldn't wait till morning, still orders were orders. The Gaurd lead him into the tent. He noticed that a group of several others including Lt. Commander Greck were huddled uncomfortably inside.

    "Damien," The Commander started. "You will go with this group and scout the lands to the west. Lt. Grck will fill you in as you march. Dissmissed' He waved them out.

    As they marched westward Greck explained that a small force of Illmatarians an artifact of power from a tomb. The Mission was to let the Illmatarians wear down there defenses and then ambush them as they came out, eradicate them and take the artifact from their cold dead hands.

    THey reached the tomb and waited outside for the Illmatarians. They waited till almost dawn before they emerged. Two Zhent soldiers stood on either side of the door as the Illmatarians came out. Two were caught totally off gaurd and fell quickly. As the others in the rear realized their plight, a great wind blew out the door to the tomb. Both Zehnts were sent flying accroos the bog where they landed in the earth and were swallowed up in its bottomlessness.

    Two soldiers in heavy armor carrrying greatswords burst from the door. The rushed in and met with Two more Zhents, both fell quickly at the smiting blows delt by the Illmatarians.

    "Paladins!" Greck Shouted

    The Paladins Chrged the four remaining Zehts. Lt Greck quickly called for a fall back. Damien complied and narrowly tumbled out of the way of another smiting blow. Greck Lossed his longbow and an arrow caught a kink in of the Palidins armor and his neck was opened. He fell to the ground obviously dead.

    "Form up." Greck ordered. The Zhents and Damien got in position two front two back Lt. Middle. As they did an Ilmatarian came up from the tomb. She had blazing bright full plate on and holy symbol around her necks. Greck Noticed her casting. He recognized the spell.

    "Scatter." He shouted.

    Before they could comply great bales of fire blasted from the sky and struck right down the middle of the group. Damien was able to get out of the way in time but still suffered a good smoldering on his arse he smiled at the pain. the other three soldiers were less lucky thier scorched bodies lay in blackend heaps on the ground.

    Just then one of the Paladins rose his greatsword and engaged Lt. Greck.
    Damien tried to run to them but was held in place, he couldn't move. Held fast he watched on as the two fought furiously. each landed small blows here and there mostly dinging up their enchanted armor. Finally the last blow was struck and Greck went down. The left half of his face missing.

    The Paladin looked back at his comrades and pointed to Damien. "What do we do with that one." he said.

    "Jonathan, obviously he just was following orders. We take Him with back to Heliogablus and set him free."

    "Crystal, he is obviously evil. Illmater has shown me so, besides his tatoos alone show he is a Banite we can not let him cause more suffering."

    "He is but a product of his enviroment, perhaps we can convert him."

    Damien watched on as the two talked strangly he could not hear any words, but their mouths were moving.

    "Perhaps, but what of Micale, Darius and Allister." He said pointing to the two dead by the tomb door and the Paladin with an arrow in his neck. "Will their deaths go unavenged then?"

    "The two that killed them are drowned in the bog and you smote half of thier leaders head off with your greatsword, darling." Crystall said kindly. "it is unfortunate that they have passed, but we will get them raised when we get home anyway, Lets bind him and take him back then."

    Jonathan Pulled a rope from his pack and bound Damien. The hold spell was still in effect and he was helpless to resist. Cryatall went to each of the fallen and bent over each she cut the ears off of them and gathered up their belongings.

    As they journeyed, Jonathan and Crystal each took turns watching him as the other slept. After a few moons they reached Heliogabalus.

    As they enterend the gate Jonathan fianlly released Damien. "Damien he said we have traveled together now for a while I do not belive you will change your ways. My beloved wife seems to think otherwise and it is only by her good graces that we set you free. If you leave Heliograbalus I will find you. I suggest you get a job smithing or something and do not cause any trouble. Your Dark Lord does not hold sway here. And Like I said Banite I will find you if you leave. You are Confined here. Untill you can forswear your God and live in the ways of good." He contiued to lead him to the Temple and when they entered he was put in a room a locked behind.

    Every day he prayed to Bane to smite the Illmatarians, each day Crystal asked him to forswear Bane. He never relented. He never denied his God. After tenday. They grew impatient and tried a different method. They gave him a room and let him have free rein of the temple, they also got him a job at the smithy. Still they asked him to foreswear. He never did.

    One day at work, he was approached by a man in dark armor. He noticed the Tatoos.

    "I am suprised smithy, that they would allow one of your faith here."

    "I am not here willingly they have me imprisoned." Damien snapped not looking up from the stove. "Do not mock my god."

    "I was not mocking, tell me what is your name."

    "Damien Mailase' if you must know. Leave me be I am working." He continued to stoe the fires.

    "Is your father Roland?" The man said brightly.

    Suprised to hear his fathers name he turned from his work. "And If he is?"

    :Then I may be able to help you, I am Reginald Forcen." He whispered. "I served with your father many seasons ago."

    Whispering Damien replied "How would you be able to help me?"

    "Like this of course." Quickly scanning the room to make sure no one was here no one was. He pulled a potion from his pack. "Take this when you are unobserved, no one will see you and you can walk right out the gates."

    "Thank you Reginald, when I leave where should I go?"

    "Meet me Five Wheels north and I will take you Peltarch a small city in Narfell. There is a church there and you will find a place in the order again."

    Later that evening Damien got his chance he downed the potion and was instantly invisible. He passed by the gaurds at the gate with no trouble at all. Then met Reginald at the determind spot and the traveled together to Narfell.


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