Fedar
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Fedar, on leave, stumbles upon a slightly less than savory fellow from his past
Fedar walked casually across the docks in his home town, intent on returning to Peltarch. As he walked towards the ship, he realized that there was a slight disturbance. Quietly stepping behind him, a cloaked man forcing a dagger to his throat.
"Well well, if it isn't Fedar Arly," the man whispered.
"The 'ells, I believed I was rid o' ye!" Fedar replied, attempting to turn around, yet the man pressed his blade further into his neck, preventing his movement.
"Damn, what's next? Are ye finishin' the job or what, eh?"
"I had something more dramatic in mind, but yes, hin, I'll finish you as I did your family"
Five armed thugs appeared from the shadows. Fedar, acting quickly, disarmed the shadowed figure and attempted to run towards the ship. Three half orcs arrived, preventing his escape. As he nimbly turned around, he noticed a club crashing into his skull. Fedar toppled to the ground, his body looted by the thugs.
Fire, blood, and steel. He was dreaming once again. The charred remains of his house, the mutilated corpses of his family and traitorous shipmates. Fedar shuddered. The cloaked man strode towards him in his dream, lifting the hood that concealed him. He was an old associate, responsible for the murder of his family. The night of the destruction of his home and family, this man escaped, prior to the subsequent deaths of his former captain and first mate. Fedar was drenched in a foul-smelling liquid. The hooded man grinned, and moved towards him with a torch. Fedar was immoblized, incapable of movement as he was immolated by this man who did similarly to his family.
The hin awoke, groggy and disoriented in unfamiliar surroundings. He was clean and dressed, apparently within the local healer's house. He failed to recall what occurred that night, or any event prior to it, except his name. Stumbling outside, he was directed by a local to the road. He began on walking towards a town named Jiyyd, which was, inexplicably familiar to him. With a set of clothes and around a hundred gold, he set out on a journey to discover his purpose in the desolate land of Narfell.
//cue dramatic music After this, I will occasionally update it with journal entries and other abysmal writing. I intend on beginning him in a new direction, rather than recreate a similar character.
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Entry One
Bah, I've decided on writing in a journal, so that me thoughts may be recorded on paper, in the event that I'm mugged for a second time. The Sails appear to be decent employers, an' I may as well function as a member
as long as it benefits me. The captain immediately assigned me to a relatively difficult task involving thieves. I have received one response from a potential ally, yet I doubt I will progress on it any further as I recouperate.
Another assignment is to identified who mugged me, which will require the assistance of a priest, and Tymora if my bloody fortune remains. The agony in me neck has receded, yet occasionally it returns at inopportune moments. Anyways, I will compile a list of the Sails members I've encountered here, in the event that I'm mugged..again.The Captain-Deacon Sterr-Regarded as a fool by a few of the members, yet appears to be competent.
Drelan-Second in Command-Direct superior to meself, quiet an' authoritative. Should receive more respect.
Bub-Fighting gnome, enjoys ale, reliable.
Grak-Impetuous, a bit arrogant addicted to gold from my first impression.
Corana-High Priest of Umberlee-Supports the others, unyielding, deadly with a greataxe.
Space remains for other crew members
Apparently the Dolvaks are interested in a housebreaking operation. I would prefer other hin, yet if they're cooperative, I may offer 'em a chance to join up. I'm beginning to understand what occurred to me, and am developing quickly with regard to combat. I've yet to sight Drelan in quite a period of time. I would be intrigued by his advice and opinions on my project and the Dolvaks. I will add more as new developments arise.
