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Kelth McEwan, warrior poët

Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 12:00 am
by *Mausman
Kelth......t'is time fer ye ta leave yer past behind lad.....burn all them bridges behind ye.....do something.....people would never have guessed ye would do.....rumour has it a portal has emerged near the trees of the forest of wyrd....them ones in circle....where tha druid kin meet.....rumour has it it leads ta sigil......why not go fer that lad?

*And so....Kelth ventured.....only taking with him his trusted two hander....wits....performing art... and skills as swordscrafter.....in search of ways to set himself free from that past.....*

Name: Kelth McEwan

Height: about 2m10

Hair: long and black

Build: Broad, muscular, toned.

Favored drink: Rashemi Firewine and Mead, allthough is known to drink dark ale as well.

Favored food: as long as it is nutritious and provides his tall, muscular body with all required to keep fit and in shape

Facial features: Handsome man, big scar over right eye which rather adds something to his features than to make him less attractive (but might startle some) (charisma total will be around 20 for effect), neatly trimmed beard

Body features: Markings (tatoos) a big celtic like cross on left arm and a smaller one on the right, the smaller one having six barbs coming out of the circle around the cross....each with a small rune above the barb. When met before battle...he tends to smell pleasantly...taking care of himself it seems...as battles progress during the day.....drops of sweat are seen on his torso....and would smell of `man´

General: Is known to worship The Morrigan and does so with great determination. Friendly most of the time but has little patience for other men trying to compete, is likely to start with witty remarks in return but does not shun to run someone through if words are not helping, and especially when injustice is involved.

Tends to flirt and not hide his obvious fascination for the female forms. the more extravagant, the more interesting to him. Also tends to like wordplay and powerstruggles, anything that has potential for nice play time between him and a woman...be it words or other things but also enjoys normal conversation or exchanging of deeper matters once friendship allows such.

// ofcourse, some things could not be known IC unless learned IC, just a little info on the char to get him to come across :)

The Morrigan:



Kelth McEwan, warrior poët

Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 12:00 am
by *Mausman
*Kelth sat at the table in his room in the inn....writing with a grin every now and then....*

T´is been a few days I´ve been wandrin´ aroound this ´ere place called Sigil....will take me some time ta get used too....what wiv all them beings wanderin´ aboout like t´is normal.....

I´ve met some pleasant folk so far...and one less pleasant...but that one ended as a carcass swiftly.....pathetic foe...not even worth of me effort and not worthy ta please The Morrigan....but t´was not ta be avoided.....a shame Naya allready had ta see me side of conflict so soon....but at least she knows now she can count on me.....a bit....shy she is...but she came through fer me......tending ta me withoout asking....and those eyes.....ye gods....she´s a fine one.....but like me...still tryin´ ta find her place....interested in being a sensate as I am....I promised ta craft her a fine scythe....t´is been some time fer me ta have forged.....but I will make her one.....a fine one....one worthy of them soft yet determined hands ta wield....

Deri.....another lovely lass...if a bit strange what with them two different shoes....but t´is her sincereness and fire that seems ta spark even in sadness that manages ta keep me interested in this lass.....and ta think she nearly went fer her death because..my words.....seemed good and right ta her.....maybe one day...hmh....nae.....t´is her path ta walk....I can merely try ta speak with her aboout mine....and learn of hers....she was keen enough ta dig in me past......The Morrigan only knows why I chose ta open up ta her.....

The warrior with....magical traits....´is name....t´is a hard one fer me ta pronounce....at ferst...thought him ta be a greenskin.....but t´is a...different race.....

´is heart be a proud one...and strong one...I´ve seen it....and he had me back....he...reminded me of Hal.....swiftness wise.....The Morrigan willing....I hope ta call him brother in arms one day...should we get ta know eachother better....one like him...I can only learn from and perhaps teach in turn.....

Marius.....t´is strange ta talk to a mask all the time...but the lad has vast knowledge.....one ta respect fer sure.....but no dooubt ´as his own agenda.....not keen fer them lads ´iding their face.....but he has been friendly so far....

Nastasia.....YE GODS!....that one made me guts tingle right away.....them curves...that walk......she reminded me of me sinfull life.......and I must admit....I would sin gladly with her.....she teased me aboout luring me and feast on me flesh.....despite her clear heritage...and the fact there might be truth in them words.....I would take me chance.....no strings attached though.....just a proper night......or maybe more if she would fancy....discrete ofcerse....bah..who am I kidding....I...doubt I could...she was nice enough ta show me aroound in tha hall.....and....her lovely arse...fer with -that- walk....how could I not stare? ...but only to feel that heavy burden of guilt again....there is no way out for me no more....bedding another will be a pleasant distraction for my mind...but brief....the vengeance of guilt will wreck the experience sevenfold.....haunted is what I am....haunted is my fate.....

Untill my heart is cold...every breath of mine is yours...

That was my promise to her....t´is been ten long years ago.....and it feels as if she keeps me to it for eternity....not allowing me to be free....to start anew....or is it me own mind...playing tricks on me fer making that vow? ....if only.....someone could....I can not.....myself...... *written in half sentences clearly writing his thoughts only*


Right...I best leave it ta this fer noow.....time ta clean and sharpen me trusted claymore again.....work ta be done....

Kelth McEwan, warrior poët

Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 12:00 am
by *Mausman
*Kelth sat in his inn room again, towel around his waist after washing himself up*

Shyte!!!.....I got me a hammer and material......the feeling comin´ back ta me....but I need be swinging this ´ere hammer a couple a´ times more fer this ´ere scythe ta be finished.....slow progress.....but...a promise is a promise.....and she be quite lovely the lass.....even if shy.....somehoow....there´s more ta her....I can see tha´ in them lavender eyes of her....time will reveal....

I took some time alone ta bathe near the gymnasium.....nice place tha´!

Caught up on the Bazaar with this lad called Dante....apparantely....rumor aboout me prowess spreads? fer he was offerin´ me coin ta venture wiv ´im and join in battle. Ta the coin, I said nae....t´would insult the Morrigan if I´d do that....every chance at battle is one ta grab with both me arms!
A dwarven lad tagged along...and not that much later...this..sneaky lad also came along.....the dwarf seemed a wee bit dissapointed I dinnae left any greenskins fer him ta whack at.....´ere noow! cannae expect me ta lessen me swings! once The Morrigan stirs me blood.....no stoppin´ me claymore then......but I tried ta leave some fer him.....poor stunt needs ´is swingin´ practice just as well...


Met up later wiv this new lass aroound, named Cat. Pleasant lass....flirty....interesting story.....seems ta have cat-like behaviour in her....she still has ta tell me how that came ta be.....I showed her aroound a bit in Sigil....ended up in a sauna visit at the gymnasium...interesting....parted ways after tha´ ...and noow writin´ ´ere in me room...after washin´ up.....ye gods the heat in tha´ place.....relaxing....but....the HEAT! ...

Kelth McEwan, warrior poët

Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 12:00 am
by *Mausman
*Kelth yawned... it was late.....he could hear the footsteps of those in other rooms in the inn...shuffling...all making their way to their beds no doubt...as he dipped his pen into the vial of ink on the table*

Ye Gods....what a day.....met up with Naya and Cat...just my luck ta ´ave twa lasses ta venture wiv....Naya bein´ her reserved self....and Cat the flirtatious dancer she be....agile that one is....

We cleared them fields filled with tha walkin´ dead....quite well I´d say....t´all be feelin´ natural ta me again...cleavin´ tha ranks...like I did b´fore....

T´was funny ta hear Cat talk aboout tha joys of a good beddin´ ta Naya...Naya....seems ta have had a bad experience...fer she asked if that was possible....poor lass.....one ought ta show her how ta treat a lady ´tween the sheets....proper.....honorable....enough o´ this....she ´as her oown path ta walk...

This...strange ghost like being attacked us....managed ta put it doown....soon ta discover a collection of goods scattered aroound.....a book on the Sensates among them as well!! ...but....t´was then I discovered the corpse of a young lad.....and quickly understood them goods were ´is.

Cat found a note on ´is body.....from ´is lover.....poor lad and lass.....me heart stung....fer if there be anythin´ that cuts me deeper than any blade made....t´would be love torn assunder by death coming tae soon...

I made up me mind quickly, ordered the lasses ta take ´is belongin´s and cover me arse as I dragged the wee lad on me shoulder tae the portal...the morgue....

t´was there, we learned aboout Godsmen....ne´er heard of em.....had ta glare quite often tae them ghouls and zombies....wanting ta eat tha corpse.....and this thug wanted ta bud in, told him ta stuff ´is gob as well.....fecking gobsheens aroound ´ere...meddlin´ aboout. I still got me talent t´seems....fer all of ´em cowered from me....good....saves runnin´ em doown wiv me Claymore...and I nae like fightin´ wiv one hand.....could do it...but nae enough swing then....

Them dustmen are a strange lot....but one of ´em was kind enough ta point us ta the bazaar...ta find a Godsman....we foound one....an´ after some discussin´ of coin...he went ta work.....doing a ruddy dance.....cannae believe tha´ta be part of them rituals....but..t´worked....

The wee lad came back ta us....amazed ´e was when he foound oout what happened ta him...had him promise me ta take good care of his lass and ne´er ta go ta such places on ´is oown.....stubborn loghead....remindin´ me of m´self ´e did......job well done.....

Went ta take a nice bath after....Naya....dinnae join.....she seems ta be....t´is not shy.....nae....I noticed them humps a couple o´times.....she be ´iding them....I can see it when she straightens her clothes.....I have my thought´s aboout it....but...should I ask? would hate ta offend ´er......she ´as a reason ta ´ide....´tever she ´ides. T´matters not....she be a kind soul....I like her....soon I will finish tha´ scythe....no more sickle fer the lass....t´is nae fitting ´er.....

Cat....opened up quite some in tha´ pool......confronted me on my loss in life....told me she saw it in me eyes back in tha fields......asked me....what her name was......I told her....she told me she lost twa loved ones.....t´was an exchange of losses......her heart be strong...but she ´ad tears.....had ta comfort ´er....poor lass.....sent ta this place by ´er nemesis.....somehow feel a bit responsible fer her.....not that she cannae take care o´herself....but...not sure....somehow so far, feel tha need ta look after both them lasses, with each in my own way...fitting ta the person......

Hope tha´ there won´t be talkin´ aboout Kelth in toown after savin´ tha wee lad.....
The lasses gettin´ credit, fine, but I dinnae want ta much renoown.....t´is not what I seek......

Morrigan......today´s battles were in yer honor, may ye smile upon me.....and bless my thirst fer battle.....watch o´er me as I rest me eyes......ta awake with new vigor ta serve ye.....

Kelth McEwan, warrior poët

Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 12:00 am
by *Mausman
*Exhausted, Kelth slumped into the chair at the desk, rubbed his face and took the pen, dipping it in ink...as he began to write*

Finally....I finished the scythe I had planned an'promised fer Naya.....t'was nae easy ta have her watchin' me.....and them questions......but she be a friendly lass.....and I enjoy talkin' wiv 'er....

her words stirred me....nae because of anythin' weird, but she stirred the past in her oown way.....memories as I was hammerin' the red hot steel on tha anvil... a soound I nae hear fer a long, long time....

I was pleased wiv me results! and once done, quickly wrapped it ta assemble in tha festhall.....thoough, sadly, I took away the scythe's virginity a bit with me own blood....blade be sharper than I had thoought!

t'is a heavy one, t'is a proper one....one made fer battle....one made fer a lass ta stand her oown on tha field, bringin' foes ta their demise with ease.

T'was a delight ta see tha look on 'er face.....she muttered -Glorious- and tha made me day.

Fer a wee moment, t'was as if she 'ad her dooubts regarding the size, but when she took it and made a swing wiv it.....aye....I could see it.....t'was meant ta be.....

Promised her ta train her in the arts of battle....like I did some years ago with militia's at toowns I lived in fer a bit.

I can see us becomin' friends aye......three souls I dare ta say so far I see as friend here.....even be it in early stages.....Naya....Cat....and that Dante lad.....ye gods had some rough battles wiv 'im along me side.....

Jade...a petite halfling lass...fiesty she be and a stout heart....cheeky as well! but...I could ne'er make any more advancement nor flirting towards her....would be mean.....sheer difference in size.....ye gods....poor lass....hope fer her sake another halfling, male and brave, appears soon.....must be lonely fer her. Agreed ta fight alongside 'er more often thoough! she be an excellent warrior!

Elrik...also potential ta become a good friend, I be seein' a glint of kinship in 'is eyes....nae think he be understandin' me codes of battle...he be tryin' ta talk me into armer....heh....ne'er ever.....but 'is heart be at the good place...

Salazar.....I knoow 'is type, heh, fantastic lad ta battle along wiv, 'as a healthy apetite fer the lasses as well.....needs a bit of tact thoough in 'is approach.....but ta each 'is oown I guess.....

Cat was friendly enough ta look after me arm after I pulled a muscle in battle....ye gods....tha was dangeroous with Jade.....them undead......Morrigan be praised fer not claimin' us.
Cat asked aboout me birthplace....I asked aboout hers....t'was a pleasant exchange of them things ye want ta know when yer sincerely interested in tha other person.....her past be sad....withoout parents at young age....sold....experimented upon....on the run.....aye...she be worthy of a bit o'care...she be a strong one ta the eye...but we all 'ave oour tender side....and so does she.

Hope ta get ta know Naya better in time as well, she be with honor...and if I am ta train her.....must know her as well!

....and Dante.....and.....well...most of 'em are interestin' lads an lasses....

Morrigan watch o'er me....

-Kelth



Kelth McEwan, warrior poët

Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 12:00 am
by *Mausman
*Kelth lay in his bed, awake, still taking it all in, thoughts racing this time*

Shall nae write aboout this.....cannae risk ta document it.....she..trusts me.....I trust 'er....cannae believe she revealed......train 'er with all me knowledge I will.....t'is important she can knock o'er deadbeats and lowlifes......Saw it in 'er eyes I did.....the lass has untapped potential......training 'er will be an honor fer me....sharing oour experiences....aye....potential of a nice friendship.....
T'was 'ard ta be open at ferst....but....in a way....t'was relieving.....I can be m'self wiv 'er as well....hope she understood she can be wiv me as well.....t'morrow, we train...

Kelth McEwan, warrior poët

Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 12:00 am
by *Mausman
*Kelth sat at his new found favorite spot talking to himself, most likely, for one observing him would see no one but him*

*he sighed* Ye gods....Naya got me a'thinkin' .... nae meant tae offend Nastasia....but....greenskins.....*shaking his head* bahh....I'll look 'er up an' apologise tae her....nae 'er fault I be 'ating greens....nae me place tae judge her on tha' .... simply will avoid if she be in company of one....fer the best tha 'is......t'is been ten years.....ten....and t'is still weighin' doown upon me.....I want tae moove on....but...hoow? hoooow? *grabbing a rock and throwing it towards the water, making it skid the surface a couple of times before sinking* Ye Gods Daneira....will ye e'er stop hauntin' me? why be ye callin' oout tae me nearly e'ery night? why do I have tae see ye dyin' in me arms when ye appear in me dreams? why cannae ye appear tae me hoow I remember ye when we were happy? why....cannae I let ye go...why? WHY??! I want tae let ye go.....*he sobbed willingly* I fokkin' want tae let ye go.....*he burried his head between his knees, having his legs bent up as he sat there, not caring about his surroundings....he softly cried*


// if anyone would like to rp their char to have seen him (being able IC to get to the waterfall at beastlands), by all means, you are welcome ^_^ open to pretty much anything.


Kelth McEwan, warrior poët

Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 12:00 am
by *Mausman
*Kelth smiled to himself as he placed the leather strappings in which his Claymore rested on the chest at the end of his bed, he calmly walked up to the desk and sat on the chair, cracking his fingers...taking the pen and opened his journal, dipping the pen in ink as he began to write*

Wha´ a day, wha´ a day.... soought oout Nastasia.....ye gods...cannae re´ember when I felt tha´ small in a conversation.....but t´had tae be done...

She was hurt....or so she told me....and I believe ´er....one like ´erself ´as tae deal with negativity nearly each day....nae ´er fault I be ´atin greens fer what they are.....nae me right tae judge her if she chooses tae ´ang wiv em.

Sincere I was.....oopen I was......she revealed she saw me as a friend? b´for I pulled the shyte on ´er I did on tha field....ye gods....´ad I known.....

She was pleased t´seems wiv tha rapier I made fer her.....always a compliment when tha craft be appreciated.

She....tried ´avin me in different ooutfits.....foound one....but....at the end of the day.....I rathered me trousers...will have tae look into it another time.....

Bumped into Cat...agreed tae go excercisin´ wiv ´er but she ´ad ta go real quick b´fer we managed tae....ah well....see ´er soon enough I guess..Nastasia had tae go as well...I be thankfull fer the lessons she taught me.....seems I can learn from these...I befriend.....all in their oown way....nice.....mayhap....I will have a group tae do battle alongside wiv like I used tae....but....different this time.....we´ll see....

Met up wiv me good friend, aye....she be a good friend...Naya....told ´er I spotted Piri...the cheeky flying imp indeed.....an´ speakin´ o´tha devil, she appeared!
Was good tae see Naya relax when tha twa met up. Gladdened me heart it did.

After some ruckus wiv this ´ere dwarven lad, Firtraad, fer he brought me dear friend in embarassment, apologies were made and a group formed, Naya and me, Jade....heh....the sassy lass, fun tae be aroound wiv, she be understandin´ tha game..went along. Firtraad did.....Karath....even Masked lad Marius did....and this ´ere rookie.....

Glorious battle it was! hah! like them days of oold. T´was....fer a moment....as if....the Bold Fenian men were there again.....runnin´ o´er the grass....

Naya....ye gods the scythe be more fittin´ fer her than I had thought! aye....she will be a potent one....I will train her, giving me all.....
We paused tagether....I told her I learned from ´er...regarding Nastasia...and told ´er what I did.....told me tha´ it likely was fer tha best I did what I did.....and...I agree....

She....struck me when she asked if t´was them greens who killed Daneira....oour eyes locked and t´was if she stared into me very sooul....I told ´er......an´....she...she touched me.....gently....she wiped that one tear away.....offered tae pray fer me.......tae provide some support in me way tae break free from tha past......

I welcomed it I did......nae harm in a friend doin´ tha.....and I....will have tae do the rest m´self I guess.....

Tired is me mind noow....weary me body.....I best lay my pen doown noow.....time tae surrender m´self tae the lady o´battle tae watch o´er me as I rest.....

this day....the beginnin´ o´ me path tae freedom? .......

Kelth McEwan, warrior poët

Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 12:00 am
by *Mausman
`ere noow journal, a wee one fer t´day....fer me ´ead be hurtin´ like after a maypole celebration dance!

Naya ´n me were trodding through tha beastlands, ye god I love tha place....

Untill them siren lasses went all soour! ye gods....they kept a´ comin´! back tae back we fought ´em, and we fought like t ´was years ago.....aye...aye....Naya ´as it.....a true warrior be in ´er...she just nae be knowin´ it yet.....

after we thought tae be done....a dark, menacing dryad came fer us.....seemingly ´aving her knickers in twist fer endin´ her sisters and wild beasts....I could feel The Morrigan aroound us! waitin fer the battle tae unleash on tha soaked field!

Cat came a ´walkin´ rrrrooit in time tae join us. Fierce battle tha......leaped at ´er I did....gave her a fell taste o´me steel and knocked her dooown....but the wench blasted me wiv lightnin´! ye gods...flew backwards I did.....only tae see Naya swing tha´ scythe of ´ers tae lop off tha´ dryads ´ead! amazin´! such a nice sweep! took me breath away while a´groanin´.....

Cat...took a rather nasty beatin´ as well.....t´was good fer her an me tha Naya was there....withoout her.....rather nae think o´the results.....

Cat...nae look tha good....appeared tae be cursed.....´ad tae drag ´er off....an´ Naya took the rear.....first time and last thoough! ne´er again! was worried sick, starin´ at tha portal waitin´ fer her.....

Got Cat cured in the end.....luckily....poor lass.....glad I kneew tha magic wielder at tha bazaar....´e be a nasty coin grabbin´ git....but ´e knows ´is stuff.....

Need a rest I do......but ferst...a whiskey tae bring me intae slumber.....

Kelth McEwan, warrior poët

Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 12:00 am
by *Mausman
Hoow would it be..tae...perform again? proper tha´ is?

I cannae deny tha´ I feel this ´ere urge tae sing an´ play again..... *he strummed his Bizouki, sitting outside of the tavern, playing a dreamy tune, thinking himself to be alone, and started singing*

T´was doown by the Glenside, that I met an old woman....
And pluckin´ young nettles, she ne´er saw me comin´
I listened...a while...tae tha song, she was hummin´....
Glory oh....Glory oh....tae the bold Fenian men.....

T´is many long years, since I saw tha moon beamin´
On strong manly forms, their eyes with hope gleamin´
I´ll see them again, through all me sad dreamin´
Glory oh....Glory oh....tae the bold Fenian men.....

Some died by the Glenside and some died...with a stranger...
And wise men have told us...that their cause...t´was a failure...
But they loved their old hamlets...and they ne´er feared danger...
Glory oh....Glory oh....tae the bold Fenian men.....

I passed on me way...Gods be praised tha´ I met ´er
Be life long or short...I´ll ne´er ferget her....
We may have brave men...but we´ll ne´er have better....
Glory oh....Glory oh....tae the bold Fenian men.....

Glory oh....Glory oh....tae the bold Fenian men.....

*Kelth slowly stopped playing and opened up his eyes whispering to himself*

Ed...Hal....Vin.....Daneira.......William...yer nae good fer nothin´ .....

each in yer oown way....ye be missed....

*he inhaled deeply, taking the pint from the table next to him and swigged*