Kelth McEwan, warrior poët

[*Mausman]

The Tale of Revenge continues

* Kelth, Nastasia and Aur'yn arrived at the cemetary he had agreed to meet the Durthan he had sought out during the days Nastasia was recovering...It was during the ritual Kelth had learned of this place...reading old tomes describing the anvil of Bogard*

*A dark robed woman awaited them there, a staff made of bone in hand, various ominous trinkets around her neck and feathers of ravens adorned her shoulders*

"So...it is Kelth McEwan...who stands before me now...once again...you have brought your payment yes? or do you wish to pay in...flesh? "

*She tilted her head, a wicked grin forming on her lips*

Nae...I bring ye tribute in tha form o' demonic blood...should be more than 'noough vials tae bring interestin' research an' poowers tae ye an' ye sisters...

*Kelth offered her a bag filled with vials of blood, harvested from his conquests in the Abyss*

*The Durthan pouted, moving her mask aside*

" But I did tell you I prefer other payment...come now...we both are...attractive persons...only good can come from it? " *She grinned*

...take the vials...or I will seek guidance elsewhere...t'is tha' simple...Durthan...

"Fine!" *She snapped at Kelth and grabbed the bag he offered, placing her mask back in front of her face...she indeed was hauntingly attractive, but it did not affect Kelth at all, his goal meant everything to him, she was but a means to get there*

*As they entered the forest...the Durthan hummed a chant, repeating it...time after time. The forest consisted out of trees, with claw like branches and disfigured faces...some of them rumbled and growled...clearly filled with angered spirits...the Durthan kept them at bay...their claws withdrawing as she kept humming her eerie chant...*

*Finally...they reached a clearing...which had a ruin in it's centre...lit torches adorning the outer walls, seeming as if they were lit recently...but that would be madness...no soul would want to reside there willingly...not in -this- forest*

* Kelth recognised the ruin and made effort to walk faster, entering the ruin with the three women following him*

* Inside...a forge excisted...adorned with pagan symbols...dried bloodstains on the floor and anvil...solemn reminder of the tributes once paid to it*

" The anvil...is yours to use...Kelth McEwan...pay tribute to it and you will be granted to create a unique weapon your skill allows you to create...think well before you start...you only get one attempt granted..."

*Kelth calmly, without any word spoken, took out two blades he had saved, they would come in handy in this creation...his vengefull mind already had thought of this the moment he learned of the anvil's excistance*

*Aeollian and the Singing Sword lay ready, as Kelth assorted his tools and took out his dagger from the sheath strapped on his right calf*

*Making a deep cut in the palm of his hand, he spilled his own blood upon the Anvil, looking at it, bitterness in his facial expression*

Bogard...loathed smith o' yore...creator o' forbidden weaponry...dreaded battlemaster o' tha rogue clans...I come before ye...spillin' me own blood tae sate yer thirst...requestin' permission tae craft a final weapon...a weapon o' vengeance...fittin' fer me, he who takes on tha role o' bein' a nemesis....

*The alter glowed, it was adorned with a skull of a deer...it's hollow eyesockets began to glow an eerie green...*

" You have been...granted your craft...Kelth McEwan...you better get to it" *The Durthan spoke*

* Kelth thus, began his craft...making the furnace roar...for he began melting Aeoillian first, to distill it's Adamantine and essence...followed by the stripping of the Singing Sword, mixing it's essence with Aeollian's*

*He then, began to forge a new claymore out of those two blades...the blade becoming dark, long and horribly sharp...the tip of the blade became serrated...Kelth focusing on that detail...for that tip was meant to bring grave wounds, grinning as he visualized the trauma it would bring to his foes*

* The handle, he adorned with a skull, for this blade was meant for one thing, death to his enemies...vengeance...and it was the personification of all his rage...hatred and bitterness towards those of ill intent in the multiverse...*

* Staring at the blade, he then glanced at the Durthan*

I will pay ye in flesh if ye grant me one wish...Durthan...

*The Durthan arched a brow under her mask, emitting a soft chuckle*

" Oh? do pray tell, my handsome warrior...what made you change your mind so quickly? mhm? "

Poower...simple as tha' ...poower...I want ye tae infuse part o' -me- intae this blade...shoow me if tha stories 'boout tha Durthan are truth...an' nae old man's tales...

*He gave her a daring grin and wink*

" Ahh...the warrior wants to infuse himself into the blade mhm? this I can do...but it will cost you more than just one simple night...dear warrior...I fear your two friends will have to do without you for some time...I do have sisters who...surely would like me to share such a spoil as yourself..."

*She slowly walked up to Kelth, tracing a finger along his jawline*

" Do tell...my fierce warrior...exactly -what- part do you wish to infuse in it?"

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*The group found themselves at the graveyard again...Kelth's new forged blade strapped to his back in it's black, leather sheathe*

" Now then...Kelth McEwan...say your goodbyes to your friends...time to fullfill your part of the bargain, mhm?" *She tugged Kelth's hair possessively for a moment, then released him again*

*Kelth hugged Nastasia and then Aur'yn, giving both a sly wink before turning...Aur'yn would recognise his ways by now...no way Kelth was going to make payment...Aur'yn nudged Nastasia, taking her with, walking a bit further where they waited, out of sight*

*Kelth then walked with the Durthan, giving her his most sultriest of glances, being the actor he was, she would not have a single clue of his true intent*

May I dedicate a poem tae ye? Durthan?

"Ohhhhh! for -me?- but ofcourse...such good effort to get me in the mood! " *She chuckled softly under her mask*

ye honor me...Durthan...*Kelth inclined his head, smiling*

When all tha world... 'as gone tae sleep
Tha 'unters tae tha forest creep
From oout tha wild wood comes tha call:
"Tha hunt is life ... tha hunt is all ..."

An ancient forest beckons me
Tae run skyclad amongst tha trees
My lusty blade, it cannae wait
Tha beautiful Durthan tae penetrate...

* The Durthan grinned, mistaking his poem for innuendo, only to emit a loud yelp of pain as she felt the full length of his newly forged blade run her through...it's dark coloured steel drenched in her blood, he placed his right boot on her stomach and kicked her backwards while pulling the blade out, causing bloodloss to start...rapidly, the Durthan had but a short gasping moment, before she died in the dirt, her staff beside her...clattering to the ground as she slumped to the ground herself*

*Kelth met up with Nastasia and Aur'yn, making their way back to his old hamlet, preparing for his final phase before he could return...*



// Info on Durthans: http://forgottenrealms.wikia.com/wiki/Durthan

Track that inspired this rp post long, long ago: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9ubITLQDuA

[*Mausman]

The splitting of the two souls, Kelth's point of view, part 3

*Kelth made his way to Nastasia...awaking in her new body after a nerve wrecking wait...regarding her from up close, gently helping her up, then took her in a caring embrace, mindfull of her hurting*

I'm sorry it ended up like this...Stas...

[*Mausman]

The Tale of Revenge continues


Stas...Aur'yn... *Kelth glanced at both of them, it was strange to see Nastasia in this new form...a fierce Rashemi woman now..*

I'm goin' tae need yer aid...

*Kelth had taken both of them to an abandoned homestead, a couple of days after the splitting... the roof was leaking as the rain poured down from the heavens, strangely, the sound was very much soothing...*

* Kelth revealed a map where he had marked two locations in particular*

Ferst...I will need tae go...-here- *He tapped the first spot*

Thar be a relic thar I need an' a fokkin' Thayan magi circle 'as taken residence in tha' ruin... ye twa fit 'noough tae put up a fight?

[*Mausman]

The Tale of Revenge continues

* Kelth noticed Nastasia's look of disbelief in her eyes*

She d'served it...Durthan's be traitors tae Rashemen...seekin' tae o'erthroow tha pure Wytches...


*As they sat around the central fire of the town, during the night, Kelth was swigging pint after pint...his feline like hazels scanned the black book he was holding like mad...the contents of his pints not being Ale...but potions of speed, Kelth desired to consume it's knowledge faster than normal and had arranged a large supply of the potions*

*As daylight came, many hours, much food later and many runs to the local toilet due to the hastening of his metabolism, Nastasia and Aur'yn started to wake up, noticing Kelth hadn't slept at all but still was going on those potions*

* After another few hours, Kelth closed the book and began writing a letter to Piri, in which he explained all that had happened...the letter was later given to a runner at the poorhouse in the Hive Ward along with a bag...the bag being magically warded, so that only Piri or someone with the knowledge of wards could open it, only to be done after his final task*

*Another letter was written, to Naya'il...also to be delivered by the same runner*

"My dear, dear beloved wife...

I write this letter, feeling so many things...but I can not help feeling hatred and anger to the ones that brought this upon us the most...

I find it hard to write the words I desire to reach your eyes...and in time...ears...for I have failed you in a way beyond knowing...I have betrayed you in a manner most foul...even if it was -he- who steered my hand...if I can not guarantee your safety...then who can?

I feel I am not worthy of you...I feel I am not worthy of anything but to inflict harm upon those with ill intent in hopes that I might restore honor...but I can not undo that which I have done...I am not worthy to be given a child from your womb...however, I will return home...that we might speak, the first signs of my return surely will reach your ears...

I love you...Naya'il McEwan...I shall come to face you and beg forgiveness...soon"

*Kelth crawled up, feeling lightheaded due to the lack of sleep and excessive abuse of the speed-potions...grabbing his head and grunting softly, the dark lines under his eyes evidence of his fatigue*

Alrooight...I'll bring ye twa back tae Sigil...I need tae do one more thing after...ye twa will knoow it when I return...untill then...keep low profile or sommat...this final place I am goin' tae...nae be fer yer eyes tae see...fer it will nae be pretty at all...

*Nastasia giving him a frown and slight protest at first, but eventually allowed him to bring them back, only to see him open up another portal near the Morgue...*

*It seemed as if an orb of shadow opened up and took him in an embrace, pulling him in slowly and closing after Kelth fully went through*


*Kelth found himself in a dark place, knowing he was where he needed to be, kneeling down on both knees, taking out the tome he had found...it's title shown... "The Darker arts of Bardic Weave, Dru'galda's complete notes" *

* Kelth drew a circle in the ground around him, a smaller one, as Mordechai had instructed during that teaching, using North, South, East and West to mark with Rogue stones and Radiant Fire essences, positioning himself in the middle, as he opened the tome and started to repeat a hymn that was written there, to invoke and recognise shadow as a manifested power to fuel his Bardic Weave...cutting the palm of his hand and spilling his own blood on a page meant for such in the tome...*

In order to defeat darkness...one has to understand darkness and not shun it...

*Kelth lost consciousness then...finding himself awakening in the alleys of Hive Ward..struggling to get on his feet, he proceeded to the poorhouse...*[/i]

[*Mausman]

Punishment


* A man, dressed in black clothes, hooded and cowled, stood on top of a few crates in one of the many alleys of the hive ward...in front of him...about ten males were tied together with rope, whimpering, glancing up at this person standing on the crates in this nightly hour*

*The man produced a violin...nigh virgin like to the eye...not a single scratch upon it, from his back and assumed playing position, speaking to them in a crystal clear common tongue, without any trace of accent*

I greet you...murderers...extorters...usurpers...and those who's deeds I shall not mention since they are atrocities to all living beings...

I am -so- happy that I have your attention now...

You are gathered here...to listen to a final tune...dedicated to you! *The man spoke in an entertaining manner, as if this would be a merry event*

Your names were to be found on the wanted board inside the harmonium barracks...including quite accurate descriptions...I am sorry I was not able to send invitations up front...but I am sure you all are happy to be here now as well...took me quite some effort to gather and link your together!

" Please! Ser...whot is da meanin' o'Dis? let us go? we do not fancy music...at least... I don't! " *One of the men spoke*

Ahhhh, but that is the point! I do not exactly care about what you fancy or not...I care about what you have done and how you live your wicked lives! doing wrong upon others...for your own pleasure...or personal gain...

You are not mere petty thieves...your deeds inflicted harm on the lives of others...those left behind...wondering whatever happened to their loved ones...causing fear with your extortions...and all the other deeds that you have done...

Apparantly...you all thought you had escaped the arm of the law...and -I- am here...to make you realise...that there are far, far worse fates than being caught by Hardheads...

" By playing a wee violin for us? " *One of them burst into laughter*

" C'mon chap, leggo o' us eh? we kin sort sommat out...give ya moneys?"

*The dark clothed man give them all a glare, filled with hatred, as he began the first tones of his dark tune, inspired in a dirge like style*

* At first, the men became silent...and as the dark clothed man began to play wilder and wilder...they felt their own temperature rising...mostly in their faces...*

*Some of them began to groan...and one of them frowned as he glanced down to his chest, seeing a blue stone, flickering, that hung from his neck...*

*Soon, the alley was filled with agonized screams, pleading for mercy, some of them howling in sheer pain...as their faces...began to melt*

*The dark clothed man walked up to the corpses, snatching the blue, flickering stone with his gloved hands and placed it on the ground next to the pile of corpses after making a slight alteration to it*

*The stone would be recognised as a sensory stone...devoid of any fingerprints...the only traces upon it, would be drops of blood and molten skin from the victim that had to wear it...the contents of the sensory stone...would be a horrible song, composed out of the dying screams of these criminals and images of their faces before this end result*

*The dark clothed man went on his way, using the sewer to cover his retreat..his own voice ringing in his mind*

C'mon Pelor...after all tha' 'as 'appened...I am asking you why...

Why are the innocent dead an' tha guilty alive?

Where is justice? Where is punishment?

Or have ye already answered? away from my 'earin?

Have ye already said tae tha multiverse...'ere is justice....'ere is punishment...

'ere.....in -me-....

*Pelor's symbol was missing from his neck...tucked away in a pouch on his belt*

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[*Mausman]

*Kelth rammed his right fist into the wall of their room, the sheer force of it making the wooden board covering it crack*

Ye took me unborn son...ye fokkin' wretch...ye did 'xactly wha' ye told me ye woould do...


Noow...I will keep my promise I made in me mind at tha' 'xact moment...an' will rip oout yer 'eart an' eat it...an' drink yer fokkin' blood...as I will wiv all those who side wiv ye...

*Kelth glanced at the wrecked room...he had paid Muriel a vast sum of gold coin...she wasn't pleased to say the least, but took pity on Kelth when he told her the story...effectively not kicking him out, she did tell him that he would be without lodging for a while since she was fully booked and the repairs would take time*

*He took his belongings and went for the streets of Sigil...wandering alone during the night, seeking a safe spot to exchange his outfit*

*Passing one of the litter bins, he tossed his smithing hammer into it*

Ne'er again will I craft 'nother blade...or armer fer 'nother sooul...I be done wiv it...

*He flipped his hood on and placed cowl in front of his mouth and nose*

Heh...Vex may think she be safe...but I'm goin' tae pay Raife a weee visit soon...

He'll 'elp me...willingly or nae...but she -will- die...

*Kelth had made a list for himself, containing names of those who would die soon, or at least descriptions*

- Marius
- Nallia
- The woman with altered voice and mask
- Arvolexia
- And any....who dare to stand in my way...

[*Mausman]

* Kelth wandered the rainy Hive Ward...after glancing up to the darkened skybox, he returned his glance in front of him, just in time to notice a dark clothed winged creature taking a turn into an alleyway, followed by three hoodlums*


*Kelth's feline hazels widened and he took the the roofs, crawling over them, keeping his gaze upon the four*

*Watching closely...he recognised the person he had hoped to see...his beloved wife...Naya'il...though his stomach squeezed together and nearly made him vomit as he watched her put herself on display for the males...invoking more rage than already was coursing through him already*

*As the scene unfolded, causing him to blink in disbelief...he had to sort out his mind for a moment as the third culprit disarmed his wife...making a go to finish what was started*

*Kelth gritted his teeth and his eyes became filled with fury, having him come down from the roofs and walk up behind the third...*

*The third one glanced over his shoulder as the "fourth" slowly arrived*

" Ahh...steppin' up ta the plate eh? wait yer turn...all yers when I am done! Hah!"

*His wicked grin forming as he returned to glance at Naya'il*

* The "fourth" reached over his right shoulder, and the sound of singing steel was heard as he unsheathed a beast of a sword, humming with dark red and white runes lighting up the alley...covered by a mystical aura of dread. The "fourth" proceeded to grab the third by his shoulder and pulled him back, making him turn slightly*

" HEY! I told ya's ta wait yer tu..." * The eerie sound of crushing bones, pierced flesh and blood splattering the cobblestone was to be heard, along with a pained moan*

* The "fourth" leaned in closer to the third*

I think I find myself already quite sated with the penetration of your body...you make a very good fit for the length of it...my man... *As he made effort to shove the blade further through up to the hilt*

See? slides in real easy...

* The third groaned and streams of blood started to run down both his stomach, back and from his mouth*

* The "fourth" withdrew the large blade in one swift pull, splattering more blood upon the floor, watching the third slump to the ground, followed by a single yelp as he spun the blade and finished off the crying one on the floor by stabbing the serrated tip into his heart*

*The dark clothed man pulled the blade out from the corpse and glanced up at the winged woman in front of him...*

[*Mausman]

* As the scythe came thundering down, the dark clothed man grabbed the huge sword with both hands and used it to block her strike, the sound of steel clashing on steel as the two of them were locked together, his left arm began to tremble as his right moved to bring down his cowl, followed by pulling back his hood, resuming the two-handed grip after*

* Feline like hazels regarded the woman he loved so dearly, sorrow and pain had filled them, and the hold of his weapon became weak...letting her scythe slowly come nearer*

Ye got all rooight in tha multiverse tae do this...Naya'il...I nae am worthy o'yer love...nor tae be yer 'usband...

*His sword fell to the ground, as he did on his knees, hanging his head*

[*Mausman]

* As she guided his chin up to face her, ahearing her words, he nodded slowly, reaching out to grab the blade he dropped, that touch of hers at least meant there was still foundation...and his heart found new strength to at least pick himself up and follow her, flipping his hood back on*

*As he joined at her side, he followed to where she would lead him, remaining silent as they walked, leaving the massacre behind*

[*Mausman]

* Sorrow...bitterness...both had changed yet their love remained strong...perhaps even stronger since the very Gods and Goddesses were exiled from it...leaving only two, now damaged, souls in their unison.

She had felt -his- favour diminishing...having Kelth hiss...for it was in -these- times that they would question their "father" and now was the bloody time for him to show his care...but no...instead he chose to withdraw favour from his loved one...his teachings about forgiving...were discarded...

Passion still excisted...after both speaking the words that were weighing on both mind and heart, they had kissed and held eachother. A secret livingquarters was provided by Kelth...offering not two, but four souls refuge now...*