Post by Dungeon Master on Aug 5, 2006 19:36:46 GMT -5
The Nightwolf
By the DM
Created by DCR
You live. Your back was broken at the end of the War of Souls and found yourself taken by your party members to the Isle of Schallsea to the Citadel of Light to stay for months. A Cleric approaches you and identifies herself as revered sister Karee Silvercloud.
That afternoon, she has healed you in the name of Mishakal, the White Lady.
You seen her, in your fever dreams, the white lady. Long have you been told the stories when you were with the Tribe, of the healing hand of Mishakal and the golden disks that your adopted grandmother, Goldmoon of the Que-Shu, it is now that you have seen a true glimpse of the White lady, but how she differs from your memories of the stories. She is armed with a sword at her back in the Ergothian way. The blade has not been drawn; a silken tether connects the hilt with the scabbard.
Her husband is gone, the darkness grasps for full control, she will not ever let that happen again.
“Mingan, you are one that I seek. I want you to travel to Darken Wood when you are ready, that is where you will find others of your kind, the Bündesphar. I need champions Mingan, you have followed the trail of your destiny all along and did not know it, though your teacher Catchstar knew. Your true parents where good people that were slain one night, camping near Darken Wood on their way from Haven where you where born. An exiled dwarf named Broc and Killer Griff took you in and raised you until the Forest Master directed them to take you to Wolfgaard where you would be raised among your own kind.
The Forest Master knew you would not stay there. When you where seven years old, you escaped and ran from the orphanage and got out of the walled Fortress by hiding in a wagon. You get out on the plains and head south.
That night, riders approached you. They were Barbarians of Plains, this one, their chief was Moonsong. He brought you to the Que-Shu where you met Brightdawn, the surviving daughter of Riverwind and Goldmoon, both Heroes of the Lance.
Catchstar waited for this day; for he was told long ago that this boy would come, that you would come to live among the Que-Shu.
Today Mingan, I ask you to by way champion against the evils that rise, even as we speak. My son Habbakuk will lend you many strengths, as will I. She reaches behind her white flowing gown and hands out to you a sword in a scabbard, with a shoulder strap.
In your mind you know it is a sword of sharpness, with + abilities.
You return to your plane and back onto your bed, and see a revered daughter kneeing beside your bed, praying.
You are no longer hurt, you can move your limbs, as yesterday, you could not.
You look onto your chest and blanket and the sword of the white lady from your fever dream.
By the DM
Created by DCR
You live. Your back was broken at the end of the War of Souls and found yourself taken by your party members to the Isle of Schallsea to the Citadel of Light to stay for months. A Cleric approaches you and identifies herself as revered sister Karee Silvercloud.
That afternoon, she has healed you in the name of Mishakal, the White Lady.
You seen her, in your fever dreams, the white lady. Long have you been told the stories when you were with the Tribe, of the healing hand of Mishakal and the golden disks that your adopted grandmother, Goldmoon of the Que-Shu, it is now that you have seen a true glimpse of the White lady, but how she differs from your memories of the stories. She is armed with a sword at her back in the Ergothian way. The blade has not been drawn; a silken tether connects the hilt with the scabbard.
Her husband is gone, the darkness grasps for full control, she will not ever let that happen again.
“Mingan, you are one that I seek. I want you to travel to Darken Wood when you are ready, that is where you will find others of your kind, the Bündesphar. I need champions Mingan, you have followed the trail of your destiny all along and did not know it, though your teacher Catchstar knew. Your true parents where good people that were slain one night, camping near Darken Wood on their way from Haven where you where born. An exiled dwarf named Broc and Killer Griff took you in and raised you until the Forest Master directed them to take you to Wolfgaard where you would be raised among your own kind.
The Forest Master knew you would not stay there. When you where seven years old, you escaped and ran from the orphanage and got out of the walled Fortress by hiding in a wagon. You get out on the plains and head south.
That night, riders approached you. They were Barbarians of Plains, this one, their chief was Moonsong. He brought you to the Que-Shu where you met Brightdawn, the surviving daughter of Riverwind and Goldmoon, both Heroes of the Lance.
Catchstar waited for this day; for he was told long ago that this boy would come, that you would come to live among the Que-Shu.
Today Mingan, I ask you to by way champion against the evils that rise, even as we speak. My son Habbakuk will lend you many strengths, as will I. She reaches behind her white flowing gown and hands out to you a sword in a scabbard, with a shoulder strap.
In your mind you know it is a sword of sharpness, with + abilities.
You return to your plane and back onto your bed, and see a revered daughter kneeing beside your bed, praying.
You are no longer hurt, you can move your limbs, as yesterday, you could not.
You look onto your chest and blanket and the sword of the white lady from your fever dream.