3. Stories of Kanen Hightower

Stories of Kanen Hightower


  • END GAME (Part I)

    It began with terrible news. It seemed some of the other Red Wizards of Thay had not been pleased with Devon and his plans. They had struck at Devon's elite unit of minotaurs from the skies, obliterating the elite unit…and it seemed, the woman who had led them. Seven was believed to be dead, slain in the attack. This black news had been brought to Kanen by Sir Maduin, who had come to collect them at last, for their journey to Thay.

    Sir Maduin had horses ready, and fresh horses along the way, to speed their journey. So the group mounted and rode hard, as time was slipping away, Devon's plans were almost complete. Kanen, Wilhelm, Kara, and Reginald. This was the band. They had been unable to contact Hugh before the time to leave had come. They would have to be enough. Along the way, Kara had spoken with Kanen, telling him not to give up hope, that Seven still might live, and the paladin refused to believe that she was gone forever.

    The journey had taken a few days. Their steeds were swift, and changed for fresh regularly along the way. Finally, they had arrived at the encampment, met by forces of House Zweiander, the Royal House. They were challenged and met by the brave soldiers, who seemed to be very grateful that the group had come. It seemed this was a sign of how bleak things were, that the hopes of the troops were bolstered that the ones from Narfell had arrived, slim chance of victory that they actually represented.

    King Raleigh himself had met with the group. He was tall, regal grey haired man of obvious strength and wisdom. He looked at each member of the band, almost seeming to look through them, judging them in some way. When the King had looked directly at Kanen, Kanen had felt something, a measurement of himself being made, and the king seemed satisfied with what he found, and moved on. He thanked them again for coming, for willing to risk themselves to save a people so far removed from their own. When Kanen asked of any sign of Seven, King Raleigh shook he head saying no further sign had been heard of her, or of his own son for that matter, as the the pain the king felt, showed briefly on his face.

    King Raleigh then laid out the plan. He informed the group that they were now south of Devon's keep, although close. He spoke of how a vast army of Paladin would be striking Devon's keep in a frontal assault from the north, an assault doomed to failure. Yet their sacrifice was for a reason. An entrance had been found near where they were now, along the southern face of Devon's keep, and through this they were to enter, and find a way into the heart of the wizard's fortress. There were only rumors that Devon had some item, some thing that was the source of his power. This would have to be found and destroyed, and soon.

    The king began to leave, but then turned and told the group that he had gathered magical items together for this one purpose. That he had found weapons, armor, and other items that were the finest that could be found, to give them some chance of victory. This news was unexpected but welcome for the group. The king then turned and left, wishing that Torm be with them, as Kanen returned with his hope that Helm would guard them all in this time of peril.

    The king had not lied when he said the items were the finest in the lands. Full plate armor of amazing power was brought forward for Kanen and Kara. When donning this armor, Kanen felt stronger and hardier than he ever had before, like a hero of old. The suit formed itself to his frame, seeming much lighter than any armor he had ever worn before. Also a helm and shield, both of great magical power were brought to both Kara and Kanen. Wilhelm and Reginald also seemed very pleased with the armor and clothing brought to them, though Kanen was unsure of what properties they contained, as he stared again at the ancient armor he now wore, feeling very strong, indeed.

    Then he given a magical sword encased in a golden sheath. Holding the sheath, Kanen drew the sword, almost fell to the ground as he felt the power of the blade. A white light played up and down the blade as he grasped it, and Kanen now knew he held a true Holy blade in his hand. A sword of Righteous power. A weapon of legend. Awestruck, the young Paladin swung the longsword about, marveling at the perfect balance, how it truly felt like an extension of his hand, and of his will.

    Each member received weapons of great power, but again, Kanen didn't notice many details, mesmorized by the weapon he now wielded in his hand. Kanen knelt on the ground and thanked his Lord Helm for allowing him to be tested here, and for supplying such tools of legend to aid them in their quest.

    Kanen felt imbued with Holy might. He was now truly a weapon of Helm. With these weapons, with this armor, with the gods themselves favoring their quest, they would now attempt to stop Devon and hopefully free their friends. Saying a few final words to each other, the group headed north, led by a guide of House Zweiander.

    As they approached the southern outskirts of Devon's keep, the group encountered groups of minotaurs. Yet the group were able to cut through the bull men. They had all heard stories from the other soldiers how the minotaurs had savaged many Paladin. Kanen took an almost feral glee in slaying each of the beasts as they approached him. Each of the group had success against the beasts, and as they worked as a team, they slowly made their way northward. First through the ranks of minotaurs, then through almost numberless throngs of undead.

    The group started to pass a crypt when Kara seemed to hear a voice. It was Yohan, the mysterious voice who sometimes had helped Kara, though one time servant of Devon. He wanted them to enter the crypt for some reason. Slowly they moved, clearing the way of the hordes of undead, but finally were able to enter the mausoleum. Inside they found animated statues of metal, which they had to fight and destroy, before they reached a large open room.

    In the room was a raised dais. On the dais was a glowing ball of light. The light began to speak...the light was Yohan himself. Yohan told them of how the 'man in black was the answer' and how 'the dragon was the key'. Yohan told them that they must continue on and make their way into Devon's keep, but that he would be with them when needed. The group then made their way back out of the crypt, and continued north, searching for the entrance to Devon's keep. This is where the real battle would begin.


  • FOCUS

    Deep within the Alliance headquarters, in his private room, Kanen sat. He was sharpening his sword and making sure his armor, helm, and shield were well oiled. Each day now, he spent hours in prayer to his Lord Helm. Praying for the strength and wisdom that he would need when the time came. Keeping his mind and body pure, keeping his mind and will focused on his goal. Kanen would see Steele, Jade, and Seven restored to their former lives. He would see Devon defeated. He would see these things or would spend his last breath in attempting to make them so.

    In the last few days Kanen believed he had received a sign from his Lord. Helm had seen fit to grant the young paladin more strength, a stronger bond with his Lord, and even the gift of being able to call more on Helm's divine power when Kanen needed it. When Kanen thought of this, he smiled, but with his head bowed. Smiling that his Lord had found favor in him, but bowing his head as this additional strength would mean more responsibility for him. Kanen took this as a sign from Helm that He knew the paladin would have great need very soon, and that Helm would allow him victory in this quest.

    And a quest it was. A great holy quest. A quest to end the tyranny of a mad wizard who would be a god. A quest to restore a land savaged by the wizard and his forces. And a quest to restore his friends to themselves, that they would no longer be used as pawns by the mad wizard.

    Friends. Kanen would have been lying to himself if he claimed he only felt as friends toward Seven. The journal entry sent from Sir Maduin Escatur, that he had recently received played in his mind again and again. That a woman of such uncommon beauty and grace could care and have such feelings for a thick headed, clumsy man such as he…. Kanen smiled happily at the thought, allowing himself a few moments to think of her, and how he hoped they could come together and find a way to put all the bad that had happened behind them, and move together into the future, two warriors of faith, side by side.

    Turning his mind back to his preperations, Kanen continued to sharpen his blade, and to pray, and to wait. Kara, Wilhelm, and Reginald had all agreed to acompany him in this quest. Only Hugh remained needing to be contacted before the party was complete. The time would be soon. They would be ready. They would find a way to defeat the wizard. They would return their friends...Helm willing.


  • ((OOC - Okay, NOW I see why you wanted me to log in Kara instead of Tindra. :shock: ))


  • THE PLAN

    He stood in the darkness, outside the south west gate of Peltarch. Kanen was with his long time friends Fishel, Adam, Lucia, and a new friend named Orock. The friends spoke of striking out against the evil around them, perhaps trying again to free the homestead from the lizard men or perhaps challenging the giants and learn more about where they were coming from and the number of their forces. A part of Kanen's mind realized that he was continuing to throw himself against more and more difficult foes in a attempt to deal his frustrations in another matter, that by striking at a foe that he could see, he could try to cope with not being able to harm a foe that had remained unseen.

    Just then, two more of Kanen's friends, Jenna and Robyn arrived from the south, saying that they needed to speak to Kanen alone about something they had learned in the crypt in Jiyyd. Kanen was about to reply to them when a young boy ran up to him with a note. Absently, Kanen gave a few coins to the boy and sent him on his way, as he opened the note.

    The note was from a 'Sir Maduin Escatur', Kanen read. Thinking a moment, the name meant nothing to him, he could not ever remembering hearing that name before. Reading further, the note said that Sir Escatur was in the gypsy camp, and was requesting to speak with Kanen, about…
    Kanen blinked and reread the note, but still it spoke of wanting to speak to him about information concerning Seven Ecksetter-Dai and the Paladin Steele Zweiander.

    His friends noticed that Kanen seemed bothered by the note and asked it's contents. He only replied that it was personal, not wanting to involve others in the web of evil that the wizard Devon spun about himself. Devon would trap any who learned of his plots, and punish and torment any who thought they could alter them.

    So the somber paladin listened while Robyn and Jenna told of what they had found in the crypt in Jiyyd, of a grey wizard who was searching for a book on necromancy. It seemed both had hoped this information might help Kanen with whatever they saw continued to trouble him so. Thanking them both, his mind already planning the short journey ahead, Kanen told all his companions that he had personal business that he had to attend to and must now leave. Moving quickly, he made his way through the Nars Pass to the gypsy camp.

    Now the paladin moved cautiously, sensing for any nearby evil presence, mentally preparing himself for any ambush. Kanen moved slowly into the camp, scanning the gypsies around him, yet saw no sign of anything amiss. The only person who looked out of place was a dark haired dwarf who was sitting near the fire, yet also seemed to be looking Kanen's way as though waiting for something, or someone.

    So, Kanen walked up to the dwarf and greeted him. The dwarf seemed to be glad to see Kanen, chuckling affably and explained that he was indeed Maduin Escatur, and that he wished to speak to Kanen privately concerning what was in the note. The paladin quietly followed the dwarf, and they both made their way to an abandoned tent and went inside.

    Sir Maduin explained that he was from the paladin Order of Zweiander, and had been sent by Steele's father, the king. The dwarf spoke in a friendly way, but of how things were faring poorly in southern Thay for he and his king, of how Steele had recently disappeared without a trace. Sir Maduin also spoke of something very strange.

    An elite unit of Minotaurs had been wreaking great havok with sound militiary tactics and discipline. He also spoke of the woman who led these Minotaurs, an apparent military strategist and tactician of some skill and ability. He said how this unit had been very successful against his king's forces. He also related how they had finally been able to strike back at this unit of minotaurs, attacking their camp and forcing the woman to flee. However, the woman had left behind a book, a diary actually.
    Sir Maduin finally said the diary apparently had belonged to a Seven Ecksetter-Dai.

    Kanen sat heavily, bowing his head, thinking of how Devon must be laughing to use a woman who only served the Law and Goodness in such an evil fashion, yet another reason Devon had to be defeated, and soon. Seeing the young paladin's distress, Sir Maduin stopped a moment, passing a waterskin to Kanen, who drank from it and returned it. The dwarf said that the diary had spoken of her father, of a man named Jubei, and of Kanen himself. Sir Maduin now said that the reason why he had come all this way was both in tracking Seven, and to find those in Narfell who knew of Devon's foul plot. Ones that Steele had talked about, and who were mentioned in Seven's diary.

    Finally Sir Maduin laid out the plan that his king had crafted. A plan that was very risky, and that would require great sacrifice. This plan called for a great frontal assault on Devon's keep, where it was thought a huge army of undead were being summoned or created. This assault would be of a vast force of paladins, yet their attack was a sacrifice that would be a diversion for the real attack. A small force would be magically transported into Devon's keep. This force would search for some way to stop the wizard's plans, and hopefully find a way to kill the wizard.

    The people being asked to comprise this force were Kanen, Wilhelm, Kara, Hugh, and Reginald. Each person though, had to make this choice knowing that they may well not return. Kanen told Sir Maduin that he would contact each of these, his friends, to see if they were willing to go off to their likely deaths in order to stop Devon and hopefully somehow save Steele, Jade, and Seven. Kanen also added that if no one else was willing, he would go alone, if needed as he had sworn to see Devon fall and have the three restored to themselves, or die in the attempt. Again chuckling affably, the dwarf complimented Kanen on his dedication and willingness to die for his friends.

    Now after a few questions Kanen decided to trust Sir Maduin with the knowledge of the 'dream journeys' that he, Kara, and Wil and been having, of how he had seen Devon take Seven's soul there, and of how Devon spoke of having Seven, Jade, and even Steele under his control. The dwarf paled at this news, saying that he needed to return to his king to give him this information, as quickly as possible. Finally, Kanen asked when they would know it was time to set out for Thay, on this mission that would probably leave them all dead, and the dwarf cryptically replied that they would know when the time had come.

    Saying their farewells, both men parted. Sir Manduin headed back to his king with both having successfully having contacted Kanen and through him, Steele's friends, and the dire information on the fate of Steele and the other two. Kanen left, now searching for each of his friends, trying to determine what words to use, how he could tell them that they were needed on a mission against Devon that would probably end up a fool's quest. Frowning, Kanen dismissed such thoughts. Helm would see him and his friends to victory, or not. Kanen could only be ready to do His will, whether that would be to defeat Devon, or die in the attempt.

    Leaving the camp now, Kanen's thoughts turned back to Seven. Even if she could be restored, could she live with herself after learning what evil she had been part of? Would she and Kanen be able to look past all this, and remain friends? Or would it develop further as Kanen still hoped...yet these thoughts were inconsequential, the paladin realized. First, the party must be gathered, and they must prepare. Then they would strike. What happened after that, would take care of itself or no longer matter. The paladin left the gypsy camp far behind and continued out into the night, focusing on his new goal and mission.


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    ((Dude….you have worse luck with women than Mel Gibson in the Lethal Weapon movies...his only died...if only you had it that easy. Heh.))


  • Addendum

    Later that evening, while traveling through the Nars, Kanen heard the cry of a familiar bird and saw Seven's messenger falcon, as it landed roughly near him. The bird was bleeding and obviously injured. After spending some time getting the bird to trust him through it's pain, Kanen laid his hands on the falcon and healed it. What he noticed next was that there was no message attached to the bird…and it didn't seem to wish to fly away. Kanen allowed the falcon to perch on his armored shoulder, as he continued through the Nars, now quite worried about it's master, and what fate was now befalling her...and them all.


  • DENIAL

    The evening had began at the Boar's Head. Kanen was eating a quiet meal at a table in the corner of the inn. He heard many voices, much laughter, some of the voices familiar, some not, yet didn't really listen to anything that was being said. His thoughts and prayers were of what he would need to say when he would be meeting Seven…later this evening.

    He was so engrossed with his thoughts that he didn't even see Jenna Joydancer until she was standing right next to him at his table, smiling her almost ever present smile and Kanen realized, she seemed to be asking him what was wrong. Kanen marveled at times how Jenna could always stay so up-beat and boisterous. She seemed to sense bad moods from a distance, as if seeing some signal, and she would work to change that as she could. She and Adam made a good couple, Kanen thought. This evening, her attempts at humor and wit were lost on Kanen, however. Seeing this, she turned more serious asking what was wrong, but Kanen simply continued to reply that he could not tell her, because by telling her, it could put her at the same risks that he himself and his friends faced. Finally realizing she would get nowhere with the paladin, Jenna left, saying that if he needed to talk she was there...Kanen only nodded in reply.

    Kanen finished his now cold meal and left the bar. As he looked around the town, he saw many happy, smiling faces. There was a festival being planned within the next couple of weeks, many seemed to be good spirits because of this. Kanen strode through the town quietly, finally setting himself down at a bench by the well, now waiting for Seven to arrive.

    Praying silently yet again for the wisdom to know what to say and how to say it, Kanen waited with both dread and anticipation. Soon, Seven entered the north gates, dressed in her silver plate armor from her journey. Kanen quietly watched as she came and sat down next to him on the bench, and noticed her bright smile. Forcing a smile that he didn't really feel, he greeted her, saying that they needed to talk about a very important matter. Her smile slowly faded and she agreed. They decided to go to the Friar's where they could have some privacy from the noisy town. Seven led the way and Kanen followed. Men watched as Seven passed, seeing her beauty, though she seemed not to notice.

    They entered the Friar's and went upstairs to a private room, where they could speak without fear of interruption. Kanen began, telling Seven perhaps she should sit down, yet Seven replied that she needed to get out of her armor, as it was uncomfortable, asking Kanen to turn around so that she could. Somewhat abashed, Kanen agreed, turned and looked at the wall as he heard her movements, as she removed her armor. Staring at the wall, Kanen noticed that her silhouette could be seen on the wall, and he saw her shadow leaning over, stepping out of her heavy armor, before he closed his eyes.

    After she had finished changing, she sat on the stool and Kanen turned again to look at her. She was beautiful, he saw yet again, as he looked down at her. She was sitting, looking somewhat nervously up at him. Kanen sat himself down next to her, looking into her eyes. He asked her how she had felt. She told him of how she had not been well the past few days, that she was always cold and could not seem to get warm, as she then shivered. Kanen drew a cloak from his pack and settled it on her shoulders. He then reached for and took her hand in his, as he looked into her eyes, as though searching for something...or the lack of something.

    Kanen finally told Seven of what had transpired in the 'dream realm', how he had watched in horror as Devon had removed Seven's soul while he had been forced to watch, he told her also of how Steele and Jade had been so foully robbed as well. At first she seemed frightened, squeezing Kanen's hand as he tearfully told her the details, yet slowly, she seemed to become more and more angry...at Kanen. She stood up and told him to stop saying such lies, asking why he wanted to hurt her now. Kanen only replied that he was telling the truth, as he always did, being a Paladin. Kanen tried to move to hold Seven, yet she pushed him away.

    Seven became more heated and suddenly Kanen felt a burning on his cheek, as the woman had slapped him hard, telling him to stop saying such things, that he had been tricked somehow, that he didn't know what he was talking about. Seven then opened the door, seemingly to leave, as Kanen continued to try to make her see reason, saying that what he said was truth, but that he would see her...and the others, restored or die in the attempt. Seven seemed to become more angry when Kanen suggested they find Kara or Wilhelm to confirm what Kanen was claiming, as she picked up the candelabra in the corner swinging it and throwing it across the hall. Kanen, trying to stay out of the range of her swing, stepped back and stumbled on the carpet, and fell heavily.

    Kanen slowly stood back up, as Seven looked at him, her eyes somewhat strange, as she told him this conversation had never happened, just as what he claimed had never happened. Kanen called to her yet she then left, leaving him standing in the hall, alone again with his thoughts, his emotions left in turmoil as a single tear slid down his cheek. Once again, Kanen vowed to Helm that Devon would pay. Seven, Jade, and Steele would be restored or Kanen would die trying....he could not continue to live with this pain. He would, however, continue until any opportunity showed itself to save Seven and the others, no matter the risk to his own life.


  • EMPTY

    The man walked through the graveyard, slowly striding to the entrance to the crypt. Saying a prayer to his Lord, he opened the door and confidently walked down the steps into the house of the dead. The fetid stench of rotting and rotted flesh no longer caused him to feel as though he would gag…like it had that first time.

    The shining light from his armor showed him a few zombies as he entered the main chamber, but they were soon cut down without causing him to even breath hard. He remembered his first sight of them, that night long ago now. While he had felt no fear then, he remembered feeling the wrongness of their existence and remembered her explaining how best to send them back to their rest, her voice clear and strong and her faith unwavering.

    Forcing his thoughts back to the present, he made his way deeper into the crypts, killing what zombies or rotting skeletons animated with unholy life that stood in his way with practiced efficiency. He made his way to the steps that led to the lower level, again remembering her warning words to never travel past this point alone. He smiled wryly now at her words as he continued down the stairs into the depths of the crypt.

    Now the combat began for real. He encountered more zombies, but also foul clerics of some forgotten god, animated beyond death. Also there were mages whose lust for power had only gained them this existence of undeath. No single one of them were any match for the armored man, his sword swinging back and forth, cutting them down with practice and ease, yet he could not block every strike, and some spells were able to burn him slightly before he could destroy the caster. The undead mob slowly drained him of strength, their cuts shallow...but many.

    Breathing hard now, the armored man continued his practiced movements, slowly killing all in his path, though now with obvious effort. Once or twice he had even been frozen by dark magic for a few moments, unable to stop the slow but steady attacks against him, as the living dead continued to claw at him, opening more shallow wounds. In the back of his mind there was a thought "Why didn't he just..." shaking his head, he forced the unwanted thought back and continued to force his way forward, though the mass of animated rotted flesh.

    Finally, he looked around and saw only bodies and pieces of bodies lying around him. His wounds were many, yet each only bleeding little and not noticed at all by the man. Breathing hard, his sword arm now heavy, he continued to the gate to the main chamber.

    Through the gate he could feel them, a small army of deathless minions, their hatred of him and their evil radiating from them in waves. Again, a voice in the back of his mind tried to bring the wounds to his concious attention, trying to remind him that he had healing and should use it or..., but again the man shook his head violently, and unlocked the gate to the main chamber and strode in, wading into the deathless throng, sword swinging, a humorless smile on his lips behind his helm. There was now undead with foul poisonous vapors emanating from them mixed into the small army surging against him, and he again remembered her warnings to stay away from these, as their poison could weaken a warrior quickly.

    Straining, struggling, the man made it into the main chamber, now surrounded on all sides by the undead masses, some moving slowly, some grinning at him with faceless grins, all wanting only to end his life, to take from him what they would never have again, and perhaps to feed on his flesh. He swung his blade as fast as he could, using his shield to block what blows he could, yet he knew the end was soon. His strength was almost gone, and his blood was making the floor slippery to stand on, as his vision seemed to be dimming. Now the voice from before was screaming for him to act, that it was almost too late, but perhaps not...

    At the very edge of death, the man dropped his sword to the floor of the crypt, as it could not save him now. Almost fighting himself he instead grabbed the symbol of his Lord, and held it in his hand. As his knees began to weaken from the pain and exhaustion from all he had endured, he looked up to the ceiling of the crypt, yet not seeing it. In a voice loud and clear, and filled with power he cried "IN THE NAME OF HELM I ABJURE THEE!" Suddenly, the house of the dead was filled with a holy light, suddenly the dead knew dread and fear and hopelessness as their bodies were turned to dust from the power of the man's faith in his Lord, as he now dropped to his knees in the cloying dusty air. Muttering a quiet prayer the man finally healed himself, at least enough to stop his many wounds from bleeding freely, he slowly stood back up, his head bowed as he shook.

    Kanen slowly made his way to the steps that led up to the Norwick family coffins and urns and sat heavily, still shaking from the effort and more. He placed his head in his hands, looking at nothing, only thinking of what had brought him here, had brought him close to allowing the crypt to finally claim him.

    She had given him the answer he had hoped for. Seven was willing to see what would happen between them. Kanen had been somewhat stunned, though happily, at her words as they sat together at the Mermaid. As he saw her smile, though, he saw some worry and trepidation in her eyes. He had vowed to himself he would prove to her that her new trust in him was well founded, and told her that they would move slowly, and see what happened, that there was no pressure and that he only wanted to see her happy, whatever it turned out to be to make her so. So they had later left the inn, each with duties to perform, off in separate directions, yet Kanen was very happy and hoped Seven felt the same.

    Later that night, Kanen returned to the Mermaid, looked but didn't see Seven about so made his way to his room, and fell asleep soon in exhausted slumber, yet he would get no rest this night. Caleb had called to him, and Wilhelm was with him. Kanen and Wil soon found themselves in Caleb's 'dream realm' as the paladin thought of it, not the first time, but always an unsettling, though seemingly safe experience.

    But not this time. This time, in Caleb's realm, they had to fight undead, and other creatures. They made their way into the place, when Kanen heard a sound filling him with dread, Seven yelling for help. Kanen and Wil had run to the edge of the cliff where Seven was seen being held trapped by some sort of magical light, yet they could find no way to release her. Finally Devon himself had appeared, and with Kanen unable to do anything to stop him had taken Seven's soul from her, laughing all the while. Devon explained that she would not realize this, as the paladin Steele did not, but that he had taken it from her, to further his own aims. Kanen had tried to attack the wizard, to no effect, and the dream turned nightmare had ended.

    Hoping it had been a simple nightmare, Kanen had contacted Wil, but learned that Wil remembered everything he had...that what the paladin had hoped was his imagination had actually occurred.

    So now here he was. Sitting at the bottom of the crypt, he had almost allowed his own life to be ended in his feelings of despair and hopelessness. Kanen knew he would be seeing Seven soon, and was at a loss to do about it. He didn't think she would know what had happened to her, but he was unsure of what to do...should he tell her? Should he act as if nothing was amiss and try to act the same with her as before? Whatever he decided, Kanen now knelt on the dusty floor, and vowed to Helm and himself that he would see her restored or die in the attempt, nothing would stop him except a final death.

    Slowly, the paladin picked up his fallen sword, and made his way through the crypts and out, filled with his resolve and new hope. He would see her saved or he would be dead, either would be an answer he would accept.

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    Kanen that is an INCREDIBLE tale, certainly worth reading. Nice twists! You actually kissed that vampy?!

    Didnt understand this part tho:

    "Braeth then returned, saying that Jubei would now be hunted for his crimes of kidnapping, and attempted murder, which would probably end in his execution. On hearing this, Seven away calling Jubei's name. The three men then ran after her, but lost her after leaving the mine. Kanen walked woodenly now, listening to Wil argue with Braeth about not killing Jubei, or at least giving his remains to Wil after word"

    Spelling error maybe?

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  • DEATH AND REBIRTH

    Kanen looked at Salina, whose blood flowed freely from half a dozen wounds he had already inflicted, and looked into her eyes, her insane smile still pasted on her lips as blood poured through them, yet her rapier still raised in defense. With a final move, Kanen buried his sword into her heart and her body fell lifeless at his feet.

    She had asked for this duel. Kanen had meditated and prayed on what his answer should be. He knew he should be able to easily defeat her, and barring some ambush, the outcome should be her death with little risk to himself. He weighed this fact of almost certain victory vs. the chance to remove an evil from the world, and being able to do it with honor and in the performance of his duty to Helm.

    He had finally accepted, seeing the removal of her evil being the greatest priority. She was the prime suspect in the murder in Peltarch, and according to the bard Adam Bromley, she had threatened the life of the bard Meril, and had planned on killing him the next day. She had also openly admitted being a servant of Bane, Kanen remembered. In the end, there could have only been one choice, acceptance of her challenge.

    Kanen had arrived in front of the Temple of Tyr with Patrick and Jorg as his seconds, wary for a trap, yet Salina stood alone. Others had also gathered, apparently wishing to witness the duel…or perhaps just wanting to see bloodshed. Kanen had offered repeatedly that she may withdraw the challenge, yet she would not. They had thought to have the duel there, in the streets of Peltarch, but Lucia, Kanen's friend and city guard, informed them that duels were not allowed on the city streets and to take it beyond the city walls.

    So they did. The entire group of people went out the south east gate. Looking around Kanen saw Lucia, Adam, Braeth, Balin, Coin, his seconds Patrick and Jorg, and others. Kanen and Salina stood facing each other, after each prayed to their respective deities. Donning his helm, shield and sword in hand, Kanen approached Salina. Salina stood in her leather armor, rapier drawn, with that grin that spoke of dark hidden knowledge. "Salina, may you have eternal rest" Kanen spoke from behind his helm. Salina answered "There is no rest for one such as me." The Paladin raised his blade as each saluted the other. Kanen said finally "Attack me then, if you wish to die this day." Salina replied "This day is as good as any other." and struck at Kanen, who easily parried, and the duel had begun.

    Now with her lifeless body at his feet, her blood on his sword, Kanen prayed to Helm to thank him for the victory and to ask for Salina to have eternal rest. Yet, almost in mockery of this, her body suddenly disappeared, as a foul and evil sense was in the air. A voice in his head seemed to be thanking him for something, but Kanen shook his head and the voice was gone.

    Kanen cleaned his blade, Lucia had offered oil and stone to allow him to properly treat the blade, and he and Lucia had gone back into the city. The crowd slowly broke up, arguing about what exactly they had witnessed. Lucia needed to make her rounds as city guard, and Kanen, his emotions and thoughts in turmoil had decided to acompany her, his expression a stony mask and his movements somewhat wooden.

    Walking along the streets of Peltarch, Lucia said to Kanen, looking at him in concern "You broke no laws in your duel. Are you okay?" Kanen replied without emotion "I did my duty. I did what needed to be done. I will bear this burden as Helm has willed." Kanen thought back, now long ago, on his first duel, with the dragon spawn, and how then, too, he had felt a burden from killing Darkrune, even though that death had been deserved as well.

    Lucia had been gone for a month, gone back to her village and had but recently returned, so Kanen made himself tell his friend of what news there were since she had left, and he had listened as Lucia told of her trip back home, slowly getting his mind away from the events that had been put in motion before him, that had led to his killing a woman.

    They walked the streets of Peltarch for some time, without incident. Finally, Lucia needed to return to the guard outpost and Kanen turned to Lucia and thanked her for her helping him once again, as she always seemed to do, with his problems and helping him work through them. Then the knight left Peltarch, as Lucia went into the guard house, and went south. Kanen thought perhaps by helping those in Norwick, he could more easily get past the regret of being forced by duty and her own wishes to kill Salina. As he left the city, Celest, a healer, asked to join him, as she needed escort to Norwick. Nodding in agreement, Kanen headed south, Celest behind him.

    Moving south, nearing to where the road to Jiyyd began, Kanen heard the sound of bows and suddenly there were arrows being shot into the ground around him...but not normal arrows, these arrows were of fire and of ice. Looking up to see the source of these missles, a flaming arrow sunk into Kanen's thigh. Hissing in pain, Kanen continued south, telling Celest to move quickly, just as she took an arrow of ice to her shoulder. They ran into some young ones moving north. Both groups seemed to have already realized there was a new menace as each warned the other to beware.

    The arrows of the archers began to rain down on them, each arrow capable of doing considerable damage if not out right death, Kanen ordered all to head south, which they slowly did. They fought bandits along the way, yet were able to make their way almost within visual distance of Norwick when more archers struck from the flank. Kanen ordered all to continue south, yet another group was also now heading north.

    Kanen saw the young adventurers Figan, Falcon, and Robyn and others. Telling them to turn and run back to town, they fought their way south, yet Robyn was struck repeatedly by the same archer and fell to the dusty road, quickly bleeding to death. Kanen tried to make his way to the young girl in time, but his healing power that he was allowed had been used for this day, and as he reached for healing herbs and bandages, the life left the young girl's body. Yelling her name, Kanen roughly picked up her body and threw it over his shoulder, now moving slowly but steadily back to town. Falcon was yelling something to him about carrying, but Kanen had no time. Yelling over his shoulder for someone to get her things, he carried her body south. All of them, seeing Robyn dead, fled with him south, back to the town gates.

    As he approached the gates, Kanen saw Jenna and others. Jenna asked whose body he carried and Kanen told her. The group made their way into town and to the Friar's. Kanen laid the dead girl's body down and began asking Kia to bring her back...that she was a young girl who didn't deserve to die like this. Kia agreed and soon Robyn was alive again, running into the arms of Falcon. Smiling quietly, Kanen thanked Kia, and started to think of resting for the night, when someone ran into the Friar's saying the town was under attack by the bandits now! Sighing, Kanen drew back on his helm, picked up his shield and went to the north gate to see more archers, bandits in plate armor, and other bandits all outside of the north gate, already in melee with the town's defenders.

    With a silent prayer to Helm, Kanen joined them, and looking about saw the small but powerful Pip was there, as well. The Paladin was glad to see Pip, as most of the other defenders seemed quite young and inexperienced. Some fell dead, others were wounded badly, yet finally they were able to drive the bandits away.

    Collapsing now against the town wall, Kanen thought on the events of the day, and was glad Helm had led him to the town in time to aid it, and the burden of Salina's death seemed to have eased somewhat. His Lord might require acts Kanen did not wish to perform, but He also allowed him the strength and power to be able to assist in the defense of the town, saving innocent lives and protecting the town Kanen still considered his real home. The Paladin relaxed at last, knowing he had done his Duty this day.


  • THE RESCUE REVISITED

    The rain was pouring down. The darkness was broken only by brief flashes of lightning, the sound of the thunder rolling across the skies was the only sound to break his movements as Kanen headed north to follow the trail of the bard Adam Bromley who had almost demanded his assistance shortly before, at the inn, where Kanen had been talking with Seven. Apologizing to Seven, Kanen left and had followed after the bard, who had already left and was seen running fast back north.

    Musing to himself at the humor of a bard ordering a paladin to do anything, Kanen almost didn't notice the person ahead. A man was traveling south, as Kanen was moving north. Squinting in the rain, Kanen tried to see if he knew this man. He did. It was Jubei.

    Jubei had not yet recognized Kanen, as Kanen wore a full helm. Kanen spoke the man's name aloud, barely above a whisper "Jubei." The knight felt the conflicting emotions on seeing his former enemy and even rival. Jubei gave a simple greeting to the man moving north, not recognizing Kanen. Kanen removed his helm slowly, letting the rain beat down on his head.

    Eyes widening a bit, Jubei now knew who approached him and replied with "Kanen". The two man looked at one another for a time, each appraising the other, waiting for some sign that would decide how this meeting would end. Kanen finally broke the silence with a sigh saying "Jubei, I am not hunting you. Last I heard you were released from Norwick's jail". Instead of replying, however, Jubei looked past Kanen, to another figure approaching. The figure of Seven was stopped some distance behind Kanen, seemingly frozen in watching the scene between Kanen and Jubei.

    While Kanen was distracted, Jubei started to move off the road, and put some distance between himself and the paladin. He now had open ground behind him, and seemed ready to take off at almost any moment. As Kanen turned back to Jubei, now noticing his movements Jubei said simply "Kanen, I do not want to fight you". Kanen replied with "I am not challenging you, Jubei". Putting aside his personal feelings toward Jubei, Kanen knew he had no real reason to duel the killer, Jubei wasn't even of evil, as far as Kanen had ever sensed.

    Kanen looked back and forth between Jubei and Seven, not sure what her reaction would be to Jubei's presence. Seven walked toward and past Kanen, putting herself between the two men, and looked back and forth between them. Finally Kanen asked "Seven, what is going on here?" Seven looked at Jubei, was bleeding some from a wound that Kanen hadn't noticed before, and healed him.

    Jubei's next words shocked Kanen even more than Seven healing the killer instead of attacking him. Quietly in a subdued voice Jubei simply said "Thank you master." Kanen was now quite confused and wondering just what was going on here. Turning toward Kanen, but speaking over her shoulder, Seven spoke an obvious command for Jubei to leave them. Jubei hesitated only a moment, before complying. Seven looked down at the ground instead of looking directly at Kanen and said "Kanen, this is not how it appears. I need you to trust me about this. I will explain to you at another time." Kanen, though concered, realized he had no reason to doubt Seven as she had never given him one, and said as much. Seven now looked in Kanen's eyes and thanked him, seemingly relieved that he would, and that he was not pressing for an explanation now.

    After saying their goodbyes, Kanen continued north, though turned and watched as Seven followed in the direction Jubei had gone. Firmly resetting his helm, Kanen turned and continued north, and thought of another night that had seemed to end in a similar way, yet he had been wrong then. This time he would trust.


  • NEW DAY

    It had been weeks now since Cila had finally admitted that everything had occurred between them had been a lie. Each day had gotten a bit easier, as he moved on with his life. It had seemed it would be impossible at first, but with prayer and meditation he had found the strength he needed.

    One thought, one name, would not leave his mind, no matter much he tried to put it behind him. Seven. He had thought at first this was simply his wanting to forget about Cila and think about someone else, but each day, he thought of Seven more and more. Finally one day, thinking she would quickly make it clear that she rather not spend time with him, Kanen contacted Seven, and they had dinner, and it had been a very nice evening. Seven told him more about her childhood, her family, and her life before coming to Norwick. They parted that evening on friendly terms, with no hostility that Kanen had almost expected would come up.

    Days later, Kanen again contacted Seven asking to see her. He was quite excited, almost bursting with happiness and was proud of the new armor the Order had received from Killthorn, and of the news of what was occurring at the temple of Tyr. Seven seemed very happy for Kanen and they spoke about the Order for a bit before Seven became quiet. And asked the question. The question that Kanen hoped would not come up, not yet, but she asked. She wanted to know what his intentions were…towards her.

    Kanen slowly admitted that he felt something for Seven, something made stronger for the fact that the decision he had made concerning Seven and Cila had been manipulated by Cila, he had been played as a fool. He reminded Seven that even while he was with Cila, he had sworn to protect Seven and Kara from Devon, and swore to give his life if necessary. So they spoke of this at some length, again Kanen waited for Seven to simply say no, and he had even told her that was all she had to do, to say leave her alone and he would...but she did not. Instead they seemed to come to an agreement that they would spend some time together, and see what happened. Perhaps it would simply strengthen their friendship, perhaps more. Only time would tell.


  • Well done mate. You put Alannia's response much more eloquently than I managed to! 😄


  • Well done Kanen, it is nice to see the pain I inflict upon you is working well 😉 Ah, who says being evil is boring…though I must say Cila played a class act.... very nasty.


  • ((OOC on))

    Glad you posted this. I was really curious OOC why Kanen was so down last night. Too bad my character just doesn't give a damn anymore. 😉

    The fact that you wandered to the temple of Tyr intrigues me though…


  • BETRAYAL

    Every day, each day, for weeks now he had searched for her. The gypsy camp, Norwick, Jiyyd, Peltarch, and all the surrounding areas he daily searched, always to no avail….she seemed gone. Kanen remembered their last conversation, where he had told Cila of how he had learned of threats against his life, and how he thought they should at least consider separating, to keep her from facing the risks he now faced. Her reply had been to say she wanted time to think about what she thought...but that had been weeks ago.

    The tent she used while staying at the camp had been missing for some time now. Kanen had even searched the graveyard and any bodies he found, hoping then that he didn't find her...which he had not. So, this day, like many other days before it, Kanen entered the gypsy camp, his eyes tracking those he saw, yet seeing no one he knew as he entered the main campfire area.

    Then, there she was. Sitting with her back to him, along with Coin and a girl that Kanen did not know. Walking up to Cila, with a mixture of anger and relief at seeing her safe, he greeted her simply. Cila looked up at him, her face seeming without emotion and told the knight that they needed to talk privately...now. Keeping his frustration and worry in check, he simply nodded and Kanen and Cila walked away from the campfire, to a quiet corner of the camp.

    Once alone, Kanen began with feeling "Cila...where have you been?!? I've searched everywhere for you, you left no word or message..I have been worried sick!" Cila had her back to Kanen as she seemed to ignore his words with her own reply, "Kanen, I find I have no further use for you. You asked if we should separate, my answer is yes. The risk being with you is now too great." Kanen dropped to the ground from where he stood, his mouth open in shock and disbelief.

    With effort he managed to ask "What..what do you mean no further use for me? If you think we need to separate that is fine, but why do you speak like this? " Cila slowly turned, her face a haughty, cruel mask that Kanen had never seen before. Sighing, Cila replied "Kanen. You have been so gullible. While Vinessa lived I told her of my plan to get close to you, she seemed to think it a good idea." Her voice going hard, yet never looking directly at him, she added, "But with Vinessa's death I still decided to use you..for protection...although I've never been the fragile, emotional woman you thought I was. You were a tool I used for my purposes."

    Reeling inside, Kanen slowly stood. Cila, watching him with her face a cold mask added "I wish I could speak with Vinessa now, tell her of what I accomplished." Kanen forced out, his voice raw with emotion "I helped burn her body to ashes...as you have now done to my heart". Cila looked at Kanen, and laughed. "Oh, does this hurt you Kanen? Did you really think I loved you?" she went on, her voice seeming full of dark humor, yet also with something else.

    Steeling himself, Kanen said finally to Cila "I...I see. You've used me and are now done with me....even as fool such as I can understand that, when you make it so plain. I will trouble you never again, Cila." Kanen woodenly turned and moved away from Cila, as he heard her running away in the opposite direction.

    Awash in his emotions, his soul feeling torn in two, the wounded knight left the gypsy camp. He moved without thought, his face a stony mask, ignoring all he passed, without any words spoken to them. At times a bandit appeared before him, and his years of training and combat experienced saved him, felling each opponent without conscious thought. He travelled north, without knowing why, and entered Peltarch. Kanen made his way past strangers and those he knew, who looked at the knight strangely, his face a stony mask, yet seeming pale and bloodless.

    Kanen entered the temple of Tyr and then found a place and sat heavily. His mind seeming empty, simply staring at nothing. The priestess and her assistants saw him, but after looking at his eyes said nothing to him. For some time, Kanen only sat, unmoving barely showing any signs of life at all. Then the temple doors opened and in walked the leader of the Paladin Order Alannia Diams and behind her the young paladin Patrick.

    Alannia and Patrick had heard strange stories of a man looking like Kanen, yet acting very strange, or with some illness or injury headed north. Kanen had said he would meet them at the gypsy camp, that they would travel to Peltarch together. At the camp, Alannia heard that Kanen and Cila seemed to have some sort of argument, yet no details. After traveling north to Peltarch, Alannia had asked around the city when they arrived and heard of a pale faced knight who had gone directly into the temple of Tyr some hours ago.

    Alannia, seeing Kanen sitting in a dark corner of the near empty temple murmured to Patrick that he should leave them alone, that Alannia would speak to Kanen privately. Patrick nodded, and went back out the door of the temple, taking Rith who had just arrived and had tried unsuccessfully to speak with Kanen.

    Softly, Alannia asked "Kanen..what happened? I've heard you and Cila had words..." Alannia's voice brought Kanen back, at least somewhat to his senses. He replied in monotone "Cila. She used me as a tool for her purposes. She spoke of having worked for Vinessa and that she never really cared for me...I have been nothing but a fool." Alannia closed her eyes in momentary shock at this revelation yet seemed to quickly recover, drawing on her own inner strength. "Kanen, then I too, am a fool. I've known Cila longer than anyone in Norwick, I considered her a close friend. You know I rooted for Cila when you came to me asking what you should do concerning Cila and Seven, who I never knew..." Kanen raised his head and looked at Alannia. "Seven....I hurt her and gave up what we might have had....for a lie. A lie from an actress playing a role..." Kanen buried his head in his hands, shaking.

    Alannia seeing him thus, spoke sharply "Kanen, get up on your feet. Now." Slowly Kanen rose and stood before Alannia. Sighing Alannia now said "Kanen Hightower, you are the strongest of our Order, but if I see you waste another moment or tear on that woman, I will knock you flat." Kanen looked at Alannia in disbelief and said "What? What would you have me do? I need time..." Shaking her head firmly, Alannia returned "No. I want you to be the Paladin you are, not the wounded lover you seem to want to be."

    Nodding slowly, Kanen answered "Alannia, you are right. However, I've found I know nothing of people or emotions. I've made my life a total mess, accusing innocent of things they had not done, hurting those that cared about me...from now on I will follow what you say. All of my theories and worries about certain people are probably false." Shaking her head again, Alannia said "Kanen, we will see about your theories. You must move on, and not let this cripple you, or you will be letting her win."

    Looking around, Alannia now asked, why here? Why did you come to the temple of Tyr? Looking around at his surroundings, Kanen only shrugged, saying "I do not know. This is where my steps led me." Leading him by his arm, Alannia said "Kanen, let's go. We should leave and allow these people to their work" With a sigh Alannia added "I must leave. I have an appointment to keep that I cannot miss. Kanen listen to what I have told you, and do not let this stop you from being what you are."

    Kanen only nodded, and slowly headed toward the piers. Alannia watched him, shaking her head and saying a quiet prayer for him, turned and left on her way to her appointment. Kanen walked out onto the docks, staring at the water, listening to the birds and water lapping against the shores, a prayer on his lips seeking strength in his time of need, that he might heal from this terrible wound, even though it had left no visible mark on him.

    From somewhere, Kanen thought he heard the laughter of a woman, yet wasn't sure.


  • THE LETTER

    A man sits in a chair before a fireplace, the flames providing the light he uses to see the parchment before him in the early dawn hours, a sombre expression on his face. He writes for a while on the parchment, seems to pause in thought, then continues writing. This process continues for a few minutes until the man finally puts down the quill and silently reads the message a final time to himself. The message reads:

    Alannia,

    I’m headed north on Alliance council business, but wanted to give this information to you before I left. I will see you later this day or in the next few to discuss some very disturbing news I have received. I dare not write them down, yet I wanted to warn you to stay on guard at all times until we have a chance to speak. Evil is moving against us.

    The other matter I wished to discuss with you is to let you know there is no longer reason to worry if there is some ‘foul geas’ placed on Cila. Although I am ashamed to admit it, a few days ago, I deceived Cila. I lied to her very face, saying that we needed to go to Norwick and to the Friar’s because you had an important message for me.

    Unbeknownst to Cila, I had previously arranged with the Friar to be waiting for us. I had told him the story of how I was concerned Cila was under a geas by the witch Aspera Chillwind, and he generously agreed to examine Cila and remove any foul magic he might find. I had warned him that Cila would not know that we were coming, as she did not wish to be examined by the Friar at all, she had made very clear to me.

    We arrived, the Friar meeting us at the door, and after we both entered, the Friar locked the door, as he and I had both agreed to do, keeping Cila against her will. Once we had entered and pleasantly greeted each other, I then turned serious and told the Friar of my concerns, the Aspera Chillwind was now controlling Cila, through the power of a geas, and that I wanted to see it removed immediately. Cila became quite upset at this, and at me for the deception, yet my only reply was that I was doing what I had to do, as I would not see her as a puppet to a witch.

    Friar Fred was very kindly toward Cila, asking her to please allow him to use a spell on her, that it would be like healing magic and wouldn’t harm her at all. Cila replied she didn’t wish any spell cast on her, as there was nothing wrong with her, and I was being foolish and perhaps not acting like myself lately.

    The Friar, saying that he would try any way, due more to my status as a Paladin and defender of the town, and said he hoped Cila would understand. He then used a spell to remove any curses, something that Chaelvin had told me should remove any type of geas. I had spoken earlier to him, while I planned this act of deception against one who trusted and loved me. However, the Friar found no controlling magic on Cila at all, leaving me speechless…I had been so sure. I numbly thanked the Friar for his efforts, apologizing for troubling him, as Cila and I left in an awkward silence.

    We left Norwick, beginning the journey back to Cila’s home at the gypsy camp. We stopped along the way to rest for the evening, barely a word passing between us. Finally I took Cila’s hands in mine and asked her if she was angry with me for lying to her so, which she said she was. But she added that she had already forgiven me, and we embraced. When I later asked her why she had at first claimed that some spell might be on her, she made me understand it was part of a plan Cila had to get closer to Chillwind to better keep an eye on her, which now of course makes sense.

    While I will not be apologizing to the witch Chiillwind, it seems she did nothing to Cila at all. Cila and I then returned to the gypsy camp and put my lies and deception behind us…and yet I had told her before I would never lie to her. So much for the words of a paladin meaning truth. I can’t remove all concern from my mind that something still might be wrong with Cila, though I have no idea what it could be. Her sleep is sometimes troubled, tossing and turning, and she seems to not really be fully rested in the morning. This could be simply her weakness from her recent death, yet something nags at me that it is something more.

    I see now that while trying to follow my heart and be a man, I have caused much harm to others, ones I had tried to care for and protect. First Ana, I allowed myself to get too close to her, and now when she needs me most to give her final release from the twisted undead thing she has become, my heart has stayed my sword more than once. Then Seven. The pain and suffering I have caused such a shining light of Law and Good will always weigh on my soul, though I will not speak further of it. Now, Cila. In my pride I thought I could protect her from those who wished her harm, it was one of the things that drew me to her, her need of protection. Yet now I see I have opened her to attack from those that wish me ill will. What solution there is to this, I spend many hours in meditation and prayer on. I have yet to reach an answer. As you have gently hinted, I realize now I must be a Paladin first and a man second.

    In atonement for my lies to Cila, I will be spending more time in the north wood, aiding those new ones who need it, supplying gear and healing as I can. I hope in these acts of charity to erase my sin of lying to one who only trusted and believed in me, but this will weigh on my soul as well.

    See you soon my sister,

    Kanen

    After nodding in acceptance of his words, the man then rose from the chair, taking the note and folding it and made his way to Alannia's door. He then slipped the note beneath the door. Kanen then left the Friar's and headed north, a stony expression on his face as he loosened the sword in his sheath as he exited the northen gates of Norwick.