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VagrantStory ..................................................................................................................................................................... 3
Prologue ........................................................................................................................................................................ 3
§1 Loosing the Hunting Dogs into an Unknown World................................................................................................. 5
§2 The Sealed Memories of a Warrior .......................................................................................................................... 7
§3 Steel Fangs, Fragile Soul ........................................................................................................................................... 9
§4 Souls that Cannot Die-- Hell in the Waking World ................................................................................................ 11
§5 A Quickening Within the Dark's Ancient Capitol.................................................................................................... 13
§6 To a Realm Beyond the World of Human Knowledge ........................................................................................... 15
Epilogue: Shouldering the World-- A Vagrant’s Story Begins ..................................................................................... 17
PERSONAGENS ........................................................................................................................................................ 19
ASHLEY .................................................................................................................................................................... 19
SYDNEY .................................................................................................................................................................... 20
GUILDSTERN ............................................................................................................................................................ 21
CALLO MERLOSE...................................................................................................................................................... 22
ROSECRANTZ ........................................................................................................................................................... 22
JOHN HARDIN.......................................................................................................................................................... 23
JOSHUA ................................................................................................................................................................... 23
DUKE BARDORBA .................................................................................................................................................... 24
Tia Riot .................................................................................................................................................................... 24
Marco Riot............................................................................................................................................................... 24
Commander Duane ................................................................................................................................................. 24
Commander Grissom .............................................................................................................................................. 24
Commander Samantha ........................................................................................................................................... 25
Commander Neesa.................................................................................................................................................. 25
Commander Tieger ................................................................................................................................................. 25
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VagrantStory Ashley Riot.
Prologue
Ashley Riot -- Just Another Swordsman About all anyone really knows about him is that he
was once a member of the Kingsguard, voluntarily forsaking
Riskbreaker. Charged with protecting country and that post and falling into the lightless world of the
citizens, the VKP (Valendian Knights of the Peace) agents Riskbreakers. To the VKP, he is the perfect "fang". Even the
skilled enough to earn that name are few. Together, they most difficult missions--- the majority of which involve acting
form the Dangerous Criminal Task Force, apprehending or as a "protector of the law", quietly silencing anti-
sometimes just secretly "dealing with" major felons. government factions--- he brings to a flawless close with an
Consequently, Riskbreakers must have two things; well iron will, coming back safely time and time again.
above normal fighting prowess and the ability to make
lightening quick judgment calls on when to use their given Since being assigned there, he has "handled" over
right to murder. Of course, those skills are only for use in 100 cases. While the vast majority of other Riskbreakers
cases of national interest. have either lost their lives or lost their nerve at the incessant
slaughter, consequently being stricken from all records,
In other words, a Riskbreaker is not his own man. Ashley continues to complete missions with unshakable
indifference, raising neither complaint nor question.
Were the Parliament, Valendia’s ruling body, and all
the organizations it commands assembled together into one An impossible, incomparable warrior. A perfectly
gargantuan living organism, the Riskbreakers would be that loyal servant. The impartial law made into living flesh. Ashley
huge monster’s fangs. An individual "fang" cannot act of its Riot is truly the "unbreakable fang", the "unscratchable
own will. It must act as the "brain" dictates, biting into the blade". All humanity forfeited, all ties of companionship
game at which it is aimed, ripping and chewing the flesh so severed it is easy to believe that he has ground even his heart
that all parts of the creature may gain nourishment. In that into a polished sword.
great beast that is national authority the Riskbreakers are
the piece aimed at its enemies, the "fangs" disposing of them Ashley Riot, the most reliable of all the VKP’s
with a few quick snaps. Riskbreakers is now the prime suspect in the murder of Duke
Bardorba. Two months have already passed since the search
Such a system leaves no room for individuality. A for him commenced, yet not a single trace of his
Riskbreaker’s thoughts must center around his loyalty to whereabouts has been uncovered. Within the VKP, it is
Parliament, all his actions on preserving Parliament’s widely believed, though unofficially so, that learning the
authority. He follows orders in blind faith, unknowing of all truth behind the whole mystery is impossible.
the reasons behind them. It is not for a simple "fang" to
delineate between "right" and "wrong". One week prior to the murder, a single event creates
a tie between Ashley Riot and Duke Bardorba. The
Yet no matter how willing a man is to kill off his "self", Mullenkamp Cult, under the orders of their young leader,
being human, it is incredibly difficult for him purely to act as one Sydney Losstarot, assaulted and infiltrated the Duke’s
a "fang". True "fangs" must squash their humanity into near Manor, and it was Ashley who was ordered to remedy the
non-existence, yet they must also raise their will to survive situation.
to its uppermost limits. If a man simply focuses on honing
the physical skills necessary, shoving the awareness of his However, the number of suspicious points is far
humanity off to the side, his spirit will dwindle and dwindle larger. Firstly, why was Ashley, an elite member of the
until it dies altogether. Then, no matter how incredible his Dangerous Criminal Task Force, given that assignment
fighting abilities, when faced with true felons, each of whom instead of the Templars, a group specifically created to deal
harbor a spark of chaos in their soul, that man will never with cults? Secondly, it has come to light that the
come back alive. intervention by the Crimson Blades was ordered by the
Cardinal without the consent of Parliament. Thirdly, an
The capability to renounce both individuality and unknown beast was sighted within the manor proper during
humanity, yet retain spirit --- only those who can fulfill that the incident. It’s reported that blows were exchanged, but
conflicting, contradictory requirement have what it takes to those who could further testify to that fact either died during
survive the life of a Riskbreaker. That is what Parliament the incident itself or shortly afterwards under mysterious
expects. Given simpler words, they expect the impossible. circumstances. Word or whereabouts of any other survivors
is as of yet unknown.
In all the years since the official founding of the
Dangerous Criminal Task Force, it has never escaped the
chronic problem of a low average survival rate. Only one
agent breaks that curve, successfully and safely completing
mission after mission---
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In addition, Ashley’s specific assignment was the
pursuit and capture of Sydney Losstarot, not the Duke. Once
he departed for the Manor he vanished completely, only to
resurface once, one week later, as the final visitor received
by the recuperating Duke at his Secondary Residence. He had
no communication with Headquarters at all, completely
unlike any of his previous missions. Hence, we have no
information as to what occurred during that one week
period.
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§1 Loosing the Hunting Dogs into an Unknown Completely disregarding the demand for his
surrender, the young prophet grabbed for his sword, forcing
World a reluctant Ashley to fire his crossbow. The arrow struck
Sydney Losstarot--- leader of the Müllenkamp Cult
dead on with enough power to punch a hole in armor plate,
and manipulative terrorist acting under the supervision of
let alone a bare, scrawny chest. It drove clear through
political powerhouse Duke Bardorba. The moment Ashley
Sydney, cleanly piercing his heart. At least, that's what
received the order to capture that enigmatic man, a curious
Ashley thought.
premonition began to form in his mind.
Barely phased by the crossbow bolt sticking out of
Ostensibly, Ashley was chosen for that mission
him, Sydney stood, and as an incredulous Ashley watched,
because the Cult was recently discovered to be more than
pulled the bothersome thing out. He then proceded to call
simply an extremist religious cult. Accused of being an anti-
forth something even more difficult to swallow than an
government organization that had gone as far as to attempt
immortal, summoning a creature straight out of the world of
regicide, Müllenkamp was deemed dangerous enough to
myth and legend-- a wyvern. The grotesque beast dropped
warrant a Riskbreaker. Or so the official story says. In reality,
in from above on thick, leathery wings, it's long neck snaking
Ashley was deployed on the orders of a small group of
this way and that. The sheer size of the creature more than
politicians plotting to take advantage of the recently-
dwarfed Ashley. However, fresh from feasting on the
snapped secret bond between Sydney and the Duke. Though
Crimson Blades outside, the red painting its teeth and the
officially long since retired from politics because of poor
reek of blood on its breath wre anything but illusional.
health, the Duke retained a firm hold on the hidden goings-
on of Parliament as well as his power as a manipulator of the The wyvern's flaming breath flickering about him,
Dark. Ashley was chosen by those plotters to be certain of Ashley charged forward and rammed his sword into the
completely severing the squabbling Duke and cult leader beast's breast. The sturdy sword cleaved through scale and
from any power. hard muscle, permanently halting the huge heart
underneath. The strange feeling of cutting stronger-than-
Ashley himself had no interest in passing judgement
human flesh still echoing up his arm, Ashley had no time to
on the political maneuvering. He had long ago left all
feel fear before the wyvern died.
decisions on "right" and "just" in the hands of the VKP, not
once thinking on the whys or wherefores of his orders. Once Unfortunately, that small gap was still enough for
a mission begins, his soul is completely sealed off. His brain Sydney to get away. He gathered those of his followers still
is used only to assimilate exterior information and transmit alive and made a clean escape from the chaotic wreck of the
it to his body. A soulless doll acting purely in the best way to Manor.
successfully complete the mission--- that's Ashley's "style".
Ashley then also withdrew. But having seen unkillable
Thus, his spirit is always wrapped in silent darkness. prophets and killable wyverns-- his machine-like coolness
No matter the situation or circumstances, to Ashley it's as if and soulless calm had been cracked to their very
he's watching a story that's unfolding page by page. His foundations.
physical body stands on the stage, disconnected from his
The situation had obviously escalated beyond the
will, following the script of the story to its predetermined
scope of a single agent. The Riskbreaker part of Ashley
end. His soul sits, separate, in a quiet, dark spectator's booth,
wanted to return to VKP Headquarters immediately and
watching his body dance across the stage. Everything
report what little information had been gleaned, and then
external is turned away. Nothing ever reaches as far as the
wait for further orders. The occupation of the Duke's Manor
soul within.
dealt with, the necessity of Sydney's capture became
The darkness wraps thickly around his soul, questionable. Besides, would conventional methods of
coccooning it in a false sense of peace, armoring it from search and capture even work on Sydney, with his strange
Reality. But on the night he broke into the occupied powers?
Bardorba Mansion, from the second he and Sydney met, that
But the rest of Ashley was ensnared by the reality-
armor began to crack. No, perhaps it is better said that the
warping aura of magic that surrounds Sydney like a cloak. His
framework of Reality itself began to crack, things dismissed
decision to pursue the Müllenkamp Cult to Lea Monde was
as mere fantasy by common sense actually happening.
inevitable.
For example, Sydney is immortal.
He went like a hound loosed on a fox. This scent he
would follow with pit-bull tenacity, until his teeth sink into
his prey's neck. And in this particular case, personal interest
has sharpened his sense of smell to blood-hound keenness.
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Yet, just who, or what, it was he chased, Ashley had
no idea; a mystery that was pushing him, the VKP's greatest
Riskbreaker, to bring out his best. The goal of this hunt, then,
was not the capture or kill, but discovery. Ashley wanted to
know the true face of the man who had cracked the armor
around his soul, and even more disturbingly, actually
touched it.
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§2 The Sealed Memories of a Warrior There was going to be a fight. That, he could immerse
Once, Lea Monde boasted the some of the best himself into. His self as a Riskbreaker and Agent of the
wineries and finest wines in all of Valendia. Likely, they were Valendian Parliament could come to the fore, would become
once stored, a rack for each type, in that hall. The cellar is more real. It didn't matter if his opponent be man or
man-made and exceptionally large, the light from the monster, Ashley could shove all unnecessary thoughts and
torches left behind by the Cult followers not enough to chase worries to the back of his mind and bury himself in the fight.
the shadows from all the corners. For at least a little while, he could be simply a weapon,
nothing more. As the death-match with the whatever-it-was
There, with darkness flickering in his peripheral across the hall ticked closer, an odd sense of peace
vision, Ashley felt an involuntary shudder. descended on him.
It was one not caused by Lea Monde, nor its denizens. It wasn't long before the "whatever-it-was" stood
Indeed, the magical creatures that run rampant in the revealed. Another squelching, half-rotted zombie it was not.
blacker spaces of the ancient city, the walking corpses and Flickering torch-light glimmered off a suit of armor. Once, it
ghouls, the uncountable bodiless spirits and all the other must have been custom-designed for a knight of huge
monsters; none of them inspired any terror in Ashley. Even stature, each metal plate painstakingly pounded out and
he himself was mystified at his lack of fear at things that embossed, then assembled into a stunning whole. Well,
would panic a normal man. whole except for a helmet.
No, what scared Ashley to the core was the truth But a helmet wasn't needed. The creature had no
about himself, of which he was just starting to learn. head on which to put it. Nor did the shoulder plates rest on
living shoulders. In fact, there was no flesh at all within the
Was it truly simple darkness hovering about the
thing. Peer through its joints and all you would find is an
edges of his vision? Or was it truly not "darkness" at all but
unmistakably empty cavity.
something cloaked in "Darkness", following him just outside
of his awareness? Since entering the cursed capitol, Ashley The Dark that permeates every inch of Lea Monde
had begun facing off with the unfamiliar foes "doubt" and had seeped into old armors long ago drenched in the blood
"paranoia". of foes, possessing them, giving the dead metal a semblance
of life. So was born the monster "Dullaham." The living
Then Sydney Losstarot began his "game," taking Callo
muscle that once moved its limbs is long since rotted away.
Merlose hostage and luring Ashley ever further into the
No bones support its frame. Instead, the Dark attached
depths of Lea Monde. With every step closer to the city's
marionette's strings to the armor itself, manipulating its
heart he took, the inner unease about himself grew. It felt as
impromptu puppet like a master.
if another Ashley Riot, one different and unknown, was
coming forward from the ruins around him. The "living" armor slowly turned to face Ashley.
Gathering power in the tip of the huge blade in its hand,
That thought struck fear into Ashley like nothing else
Dullaham struck the floor, leaving behind a deep gash in the
could. If that "other" wasn't illusionary, that would
stone. Almost as if it'd been waiting for Ashley, a deep red
make him, the Ashley Riot he had always thought himself to
light began shining from within the cursed metal, more
be, the illusion. All he believed the world to be would turn
power pouring into it from the Dark.
false.
What it did next, no one would have thought possible.
------So just who is Ashley Riot?
Moving several times faster than any living creature of the
Still plagued by doubts that were admittedly illogical, same size, it closed to within two steps of Ashley. A bare
a sudden, high pitched squeal stopped him. A shriek fit to fraction of a second later, its sword, easily longer than a man
send shivers down a man's spine trembled through the air of is tall, swung down like a lightening bolt.
the huge room in which Ashley found himself-- a steel blade
Ashley did manage to block the strike and his shield
being drawn across a stone floor. Soon the deep, hollow
did not crack, but the arm holding it felt on the verge of doing
thud of metal armor joined it, creating a chilling cacophony
so. Numbness shot down his arm, every muscle fiber
that filled the air.
quivering with the stress of the blow.
Ashley had already seen the fallen Crimson Blades
Yet such a massive, sweeping attack left Dullaham
raised as zombies by the Dark. As this new monstrosity
wide open, an opportunity Ashley promptly pounced upon.
began to lurch out of hiding and he felt the extent of its
While the greatsword still swung with the momentum of the
hatred for all living things, he strangely felt his cool
slash, Ashley stepped into the space created, quickly closing
composure returning.
the last two steps. Aiming for the joint in the armor's right
arm, he struck. Steel met steel in a clash that sent sparks
glittering into the dim light.
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Surprisingly, Ashley's attack didn't stop there.
Throwing all his strength into it, he hit the same place again.
Dullaham staggered, unable to bring its sword back into
position to counterattack. Five, six, seven times Ashley's
sword connected with cursed steel, the metal visibly
deteriorating each time, becoming much weaker.
"What am I?"
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§3 Steel Fangs, Fragile Soul Hence the tragedy that struck Lea Monde 25 years
Lea Monde-- a castle town with 2,000 years of history. ago may well have been divine retribution, just from an
At its height, over 5,000 people lived within its walls. imperfect god. But whatever that punishment was, Ashley
However, 25 years ago, a very large, very localized was convinced it wasn't some natural disaster like an
earthquake struck with no warning. In one night a thriving earthquake. Something else set all 5,000-plus inhabitants of
city whose strong walls had never been breached was Lea Monde to standing on the banks of the Styx. Why?
reduced to a ruined haunt of the dead. Because for an earthquake that theoretically killed everyone
in the city, it had left the buildings surprisingly well intact. An
The city's beginnings lay in the Kiltian Age, legend earthquake assuredly had happened, but it wasn't one of a
attributing it's founding to a sorceress of extraordinary great enough scale to annihilate an entire city. Another, far
power named Mullenkamp. The price for fooling with the more abominable disaster had fallen upon the place and
evil magicks she possessed came in the form of a great turned it into a haunted wreck.
earthquake, visited upon her descendents. Ashley
remembered hearing that when he was a young boy. The power to snuff out several thousand lives in an
instant--- no matter how evil that power was, mankind
Young Ashley had thought that a very strange thing to would certainly hold it in awe, naming it the manifestation
say. How could one be punished for using something that of a god's divine might. As for the true reasons for it's use in
didn't exist? the unjust slaughter of a city, others could search for it at
their convenience.
But God existed. Yes, Young Ashley was a very devout
believer in God-- an omniscient, omnipresent, benevolent Perhaps that reason was the otherworldly power of
deity who watched lovingly over the doings of Mankind. That the Dark itself. Whoever could attain it would, in the eyes of
God would not stand for evil magic like that which the superstitious masses, become a god. It would not be a
Mullenkamp supposedly used. That God would have far stretch of the imagination to believe that the Cardinal
destroyed such darkness instantly. Young Ashley absolutely had sent his Crimson Blades, led by Romeo Guildenstern,
would not believe that his God would meet out any into Lea Monde in defiance of the Parliament for just such a
retribution that looked like a "curse". Besides, present Lea reason. Capture the sorcerer Sydney and torture all the
Monde was the heart of the pious Iocus sect. secrets of the Dark out of him, then make its might the
property of the Church. That would make the Church even
Supposing it were true that Mullenkamp existed, then
more powerful than all of Valendia.
the sublime being that lived in Heaven, whose omniscience
the church priests always preached about, would most Of course, the VKP would not just sit idly by and watch
certainly not be omniscient. that happen. Thus they sent Ashley to permanently silence
the voices of all who knew of that plan, down to the last
The guileless Young Ashley who had so fully believed
Crimson Blade.
in a just, kind God had long ago vanished into the realms of
the forgotten. The Ashley who lived with the harshness of In the end, this whole trumped up affair in Lea Monde
Reality didn't believe one whit in god or miracles. He had boiled down to something no different from a normal
understood that both were simply tools by which priests mission; a lethal battle between men. So Ashley thought as
controlled the uneducated masses. In a sense, that made the he examined the battered edge of his sword. He didn't have
clergy similar to Riskbreakers, warriors charged with keeping to listen to Sydney's confusing words or fear the
the peace, albeit they used religion and faith instead of hallucinations of his past. All he had to do was take
swords and bows. sharpened steel to the enemies of the VKP.
Yet now, having stood in Lea Monde and witnessed Discovering the city's buildings intact held an
the magic, the Dark, that permeated every pebble, Ashley unexpected bonus for Ashley. In the residential districts, the
began to think believing in God might be a good idea. Not an Cultists had found and restored several places that were
all-seeing, all-knowing nice God mind you, simply one that indispensable to any militant organization; workshops. With
was a counter-power to the Dark. the fire laid in the forge, the shops' interiors looked almost
as they would have prior to the Great Quake.
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Even the Seventh Heaven's string was stretched to
the point where the crossbow's piercing strength was
severely lessened.
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§4 Souls that Cannot Die-- Hell in the Waking All the other souls bearing the Dark's stain were
assured the other death-- "incomplete death". When a soul
World merges with flesh, the resultant state is called "life". Upon
The Crimson Blades' young priest, Grissom, was
"death", the soul is freed from the flesh, returning to the
beyond a doubt dead.
Other. Likewise, the moment a new flesh is conceived in the
Surrounding Lea Monde like the sea surrounds the womb of a mother, a soul comes out of the Other to merge
island upon which the city sits lies the Snowfly with it. That is the proper cycle for all things of limited life-
Forest. Droves of the white insects that give the forest its span.
name flutter wildly all through out it, a living blizzard. In the
Souls touched by the Dark have been yanked out of
deepest glades Grissom made his stand, intending to show
that cycle. Even after the body has perished, the soul is not
Sydney just how far his skills with the Dark extended. He
allowed the peace of the Other. Bearing the taint marking it
attempted to summon a defender powerful enough to drive
as part of the Dark, it is condemned to walk the world of the
off both the black-clad priest and Ashley, who suddenly
living for eternity. Bodilessness alone brings on
stumbled upon the scene.
indescribable agony for the damned soul-- a soul which
But, as Sydney had warned, Grissom overstepped cannot die. That is "incomplete death". Those bearing that
himself. He called more power than he could handle, being cursed fate slowly go mad, their sense of "self" fraying to
devoured by the very strength he'd hoped would save shreds. Desperately, they seek any suitable body to posess,
him. By summoning a being far exceeding what he had so that they can escape their torment even for a short
imagined, the extra strain on his mind and body likely caused time. A "suitable body" is one which lacks a soul; a corpse.
sudden cardiac arrest. Obviously, the sorcerers the Cardinal
All the zombies and skeletons Ashley had seen
thought to train in secret still had a long road ahead of them
rambling about ever since setting foot within Lea Monde
before they could reach Sydney's level of mastery.
were undoubtedly manifestations of that theory. Long since
Yet Grissom had barely fallen before he stood once having forgotten who they were when they had lived, driven
again, for all appearances completely revived. High on the relentlessly by a jealous hatred of the living, they attack
new life and power the Dark had infused in him, Grissom anyone unfortunate enough to cross their path.
triumphantly raised his voice and called forth a living armor
Once the body they posessed decomposes, or is
greater than Dullaham, this time intent on killing the two
otherwise rendered unusable, the souls are once again
interlopers. Perhaps it was the influx of power from the
forced out bare into the pain of the Waking
portal to the Other Grissom's first summoning had half-
World. Immediately, they begin to search for another flesh
opened that triggered his surprising revival. Or maybe, in the
cage to lock themselves in, fighting others of their kind
second that he died, the Dark already in his system gained
viciously for the chance. And so on, forever.
an opportunity to infect his entire body, morphing into a
different sort of fell strength. That, Ashley thought, was a pretty good picture of
what he'd expect Hell to be like. Grissom failed to achieve
Quickly appraising the situation, Ashley chose to fight
complete immortality. That left only the path of incomplete
with Sydney, an opponent he was only supposed to capture,
death for him to follow.
in order to destroy Grissom and his summoned defender,
who were both actively attempting to kill him. Slamming his Given what Ashley had witnessed thus far, the deeper
sword through Grissom's heart, he felt it still for a second the Dark's stain upon a creature, the faster its body turns to
time. Once again dead, the priest did not rise a third time. dust upon death. In many cases, mere seconds passed
between the striking of the fatal blow and the complete
For those humans stained by the touch of the Dark,
disintegration of the body. Killed by his own summoning,
death means one of two things. One is simple
Grissom should have crumbled to ash within a few moments,
inconvenience, as in Sydney's case. Even with a crossbow
his soul stripped of self and left to prowl the confines of Lea
bolt running straight through his heart, he was capable of
Monde's bespelled walls.
swift and total recovery. In other words, Sydney posessed
"complete immortality". However, not just anyone could Emphasis on should have.
attain it. Ashley was certain there was some other secret to
But he once again found his way into Ashley's path in
it. A secret for which Grissom and all the rest of the
the broken and sunken alleys of Undercity East, far from the
Cardinal's forces were searching. They would have no easy
wild green and dancing white of Snowfly Forest. His body
time finding it, he was sure. Was that missing piece simple
was stone cold and his blood sluggish, but Grissom was still
to attain, the Crimson Blades would not have been able to
unmistakably himself. By some tragic fall of Fate's dice, he'd
hunt the Cultists into near annihilation. Likely, Sydney's
re-posessed his own body. He was completely unaware of
complete immortality was something only one man could
his own death. Wondering at his body's strange
posess at a time.
unresponsiveness, he did not even think to name it what it
was; rigor mortis.
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Then Neesa and Tieger arrived, a pair of the few
surviving Crimson Blades. It wasn't until they-- his sworn
companions and fellow commanders-- told him, that
Grissom realized the truth. As if that revelation was the
trigger, madness erupted within his mind. Voices from
nowhere whispered to him that his "friends" were only after
the hard-won flesh he'd so recently possessed. They were
just another group of condemned souls, the incomplete
dead, and thus just more ways to split the few available
corpses. Grissom's self began to unravel, the coldly polite
priest disappearing under the ravening jealousy of the living
felt by all the undying souls of Lea Monde.
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§5 A Quickening Within the Dark's Ancient Come to think of it, Ashley hadn't so much chased
Sydney to Lea Monde as Sydney had lured Ashley there, but
Capitol for what reason the Riskbreaker had no idea. The blonde
Jan Rozencrantz. A former Riskbreaker, yet a man still
prophet left behind a mile wide trail, and he never ventured
true to himself and his pragmatic machiavellianism. Human
too far ahead of his supposed pursuer. At one point Ashley
to the core, he used everyone and trusted no one in the
even overtook Sydney-- only to be shunted off into the role
pursuit of his desires. Of all the people wandering around
of Sydney's protector against the Dark Crusader. Sydney had
Lea Monde, groping after the Dark's promise of power,
summoned a long parade of monsters to bar Ashley's way,
Rozencrantz's motivation for wanting it was perhaps the
and each was undoubtedly formidable. But not a single one
purest of them all; simple greed.
was so overly terrible that Ashley couldn't defeat it with a bit
So Ashley mused muzzily as he watched the other of work. It was almost as if Sydney could guess how good
Riskbreaker's chest part company with his waist, the two Ashley would be at which place, and then summon a beast
chunks flowering into a black ash that invisible winds that would push that level ever so slightly.
scattered throughout the Chamber of Reason.
Unfathomable behavior on the part of a quarry
But even Rozencrantz, fox-clever and grounded in Ashley in no way understood, until Rosencrantz blurted out
practicality as he was, believed -- impractically, foolishly-- the whole thing. Perhaps thinking Ashley too muddled or
that the Dark couldn't touch him at all. It was a Dark- unconscious, he laid the whole plot in the open during his
enchanted stone blade brought an end to that empty verbal sparring match with Sydney.
fantasy, ushering Rozencrantz's Dark-stained soul down the
So Sydney never had any plans to kill him. No. Maybe
path to incomplete death, but it was that convenient,
it is better said that Sydney was testing Ashley, tossing him
believable lie that first doomed him.
into Lea Monde's monster-infested mazes and watching to
So, given that, could it really be ruled out that see if the Riskbreaker made it out alive or not. Dying, of
Rozencrantz was a brain-washed tool of the VKP? course, meant that he wasn't up to Sydney's
requirements. However, survival meant power. With each
Rozencrantz was a former Riskbreaker. Considering beast he killed his weapons mastery grew and the Dark's
all the top secret and highly sensitive information one roots sunk deeper into his soul. Theoretically, once he
needed to know for missions, would the VKP really let him reached the center of the maze, he would have become
simply retire? Even the idea that he got kicked out and was Sydney's ideal… whatever. Put simply, Sydney
then left to roam loose was hard to swallow. It was very, was training him, using repeated limit-pushing battles to
very likely that Rozencrantz had been brainwashed; twisted force Ashley's potential into a continuous, sharp
so that every idea and action he thought to be purely his own growth. That was the immortal's reasoning, his purpose
was instead precisely what the VKP wanted him to do. A behind the otherwise odd actions he took.
sacrificial pawn sent into the fray to catalyze certain events
to the Parliament's benefit, if you will. And Sydney's ultimate motive: an Heir to the
Dark. He needed a successor to the Wellspring, and Ashley
Ashley's train of thought stuttered to a halt, then was it. The Dark was the last thing Ashley ever wanted, and
backtracked. Wait, perhaps he was only wishing that's what he was sparing in the use of what he did have. Reason
happened-- a convenient, believable lie that would bolster enough, according to Sydney, to give the Riskbreaker power
other thoughts that might just be more convenient, equal to that of a god. Consequently, Ashley-- long since
believable lies… stained black with the Dark's touch-- would receive the only
escape allowed from a gruesome incomplete death. As
Making conscious effort, Ashley gathered wits
Sydney's successor, he would inherit Complete Immortality.
scattered by Rozencrantz's nasty blow to the back of his
head and tried to stand. At the far end of his still-fuzzing Everything Rozencrantz, Guildenstern, the Cardinal
vision he could make out Sydney, near the doors leading out and the VKP were searching so desperately for, and Sydney
of Kiltia's Temple, and off to the side tottered the newly was handing it all to him on a silver platter.
awakened stone goddess.
Ashley didn't want it. Any of it. Was it really possible
"I give you the City, Riskbreaker!" Sydney intoned, for a born human to live and function in a human world once
aiming one slender hagane claw of one empty, eldritch metal he'd become something entirely different? Ashley thought
hand right at Ashley, "All it's power-- all to you! Make not.
haste! Join me! Already your powers are close to
readiness! Come!"
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When he'd lost the only things that let him enjoy a She'd been waiting patiently for the chance to strike,
happy life as nothing more than a man, he'd fallen into a hell body torquing in a strangely snakelike, hypnotic
of desire for that which he could never again have, and there fashion. Three beautiful faces looked out from atop two sets
was no way out. The Dark was no miracle. It couldn't sate of shoulders, the entirety of the Chamber of Reason well
that desire by bringing back his family or the simple, quiet within her field of vision. Four slim arms belied their weak
happiness he'd known. It couldn't even tell him if he'd ever appearance, each holding aloft a huge, wickedly sharp
really had a family and a happy life in the first place. It weapon. One arm swung in wide arcs the great sword that
certainly couldn't change his past as a licensed murderer in had cut Rozencrantz in two. Another held a gargantuan,
the VKP. No, the Dark was a saltwater drought that would forklike sasumata ready to rend. A mace so big that one
parch a throat further for every sip taken. blow would likely smash every bone in his body, and an axe
that could probably slice his shield and his self in half in a
"Where's Merlose?!"
single swipe hung poised in the other two arms, ready to
At least Merlose, he thought. If he could do nothing strike the second an opportunity presented itself. Magic
else, he wanted to bring Callo Merlose safely out of this fairy wound through her twisting, dance-like step, drawing the
tale turned waking nightmare. He'd failed once before to eye and sapping strength.
protect his family, and even if that memory was no more
For all that she was just a stone likeness of the old
than a warped lie it did nothing to change the guilt ridden
goddess, the power of one deified by present day believers
self-loathing that ate at his heart. This time he would not fail.
had been poured into her. She would not be easy to
Almost as if he'd heard the whole of that inner destroy. Not easy, but not impossible either. Sydney would
monologue, Sydney smiled a mysterious little smile and not have given her life if he did not think Ashley capable of
turned his back on the other man. Striding out of the taking it from her. His strength had grown to the point
Chamber, he casually threw over his shoulder; where he could go toe to toe with a god and win--- just as
Sydney knew it would.
"You may be able to save them-- your wife and
child. Should you meet them, repent Ashley, repent!"
A multi-pronged barb driven straight into his deepest In pursuit of the immortal bearing the mark of the
pain, all the blood drained from Ashley's face in a rush. A apostate, the Riskbreaker clashed with the Goddess of
second later, his tired brain finally processed the meaning of Slaughter. Dark slammed against Dark and the air itself
what Sydney had said. trembled, a shockwave rippling through the whole of the
Wellspring like the first contraction of labor, foretelling the
-----he could save Tia and Marco? birth of a new Ashley Riot---------.
He had to know what Sydney really meant by those
words. Shoving himself all the way to his feet, Ashley started
after the blonde's retreating figure. He'd gone no more than
three steps when something interposed itself between him
and his quarry.
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§6 To a Realm Beyond the World of Human He walked into it calm. Any anger he may have felt at
Sydney and the way the other man had provoked
Knowledge him, manipulated him, had evaporated long ago. All of the
The lovely, pale skin of Commander Samantha slipped
eavesdropping on pasts, the prophesying, the warped truths,
from sight, the cold, dawnless black of Lea Monde
even his charismatic façade as the Mullenkamp Cult's leader;
swallowing her whole. One red rose blossomed on her
all of it was part of a meticulously tailored plan to save the
breast, the inked lines of a tattoo, and another --still
ones he loved. But that plan hadn't worked. So he placed
blooming-- blood crimson rose colored her stomach. At it's
that burden on Ashley's shoulders, trusting the Riskbreaker
center glittered the blade of a short dagger, stabbed nearly
as his chosen successor.
to the hilt in her gut. The man she loved and whom she had
believed loved her, the man she trusted completely and It had been a conceited and entirely inconsiderate
never once doubted, had stuck it there. Already mostly thing for Sydney to do. Never mind that Ashley wanted
dead, Samantha fell from the dome of the Great Cathedral nothing to do with the Dark, the now-mortal Sydney had
in a graceful arc, like a flower petal sinking with the rain taunted him with the "hunt", playing on the Riskbreaker's
towards the hard stone ground so far below. fidelity to a mission and buried need to save his family in
order to grind him into the desired form. Despite that
Ashley saw her, in that single second she dropped
callous disregard, Sydney's hidden hopes and desires were
past the Atrium's window. He'd been about to climb the
something Ashley could understand.
stairs leading up from that chamber of secret
sacrifices. Black dust drifted from her body, the Where "law" forms solid pillars that regulate and
disintegration process already begun. Likely, only the dagger stabilize mankind, "emotion" creates the crossbeams that
that killed her would hit the flagstones below. link the pillars together into the latticework called
"society". It was "emotion" -- love for one's parents,
Such was the fate of every Blade Guildenstern led into
affection for one's children, passion for one's spouse, trust
the Dark maelstrom at the heart of Lea Monde.
of one's friends, even the strange "best enemy" respect for
Even after the Commander's corpse past his line of one's eternal opponent-- that held the human world
vision, Ashley was still completely aware of her. When the together. So Ashley believed. In a world without those soft
Dark first touched both their souls, an uncanny connection "emotions" it would be impossible to value human
between their senses opened. Whether it was simply that life. Solemn laws and strict punishments alone lead only to
they had a "like rhythm", or some other unexplained cause cowering fear and stacks of corpses. Guildenstern was
that created the bridge spanning their minds, Ashley didn't looking to create just such a world, binding the admittedly
know. However it happened, it gave him the power to see weakened pillars of law into one hard column and placing
through her eyes and hear with her ears. That link to himself at the very top.
Samantha's mind, and the similar one leading to Callo
Crouching on the rain-drenched Cathedral roof, the
Merlose, provided handy insight into the movements of the
man who would be a god completely ignored Ashley's
enemy's top ranks.
entrance. His back to the Riskbreaker, Ashley got a clear look
Her body dissolving and her soul starting to slip away, at the stolen Blood Sin tacked onto Guildenstern's bare
one last thought ran through Samantha's mind and across back. No, not "tacked". The black-inked swath of skin had
the bridge to Ashley's, where it rang clearly. It wasn't a melded completely onto his back, now as much a part of him
shriek of rage against the betrayal that made her a sacrifice as it had been of Sydney.
for another man's gain, nor was it a wail of regret over her
Amidst the oppressive, evil-tinged, power-drenched
own death. It was fear--- fear of the bleak, blood-drenched
air, Ashley yelled;
future her lover was chaining himself to in his desire for the
power of an ultimate dictator. "Guildenstern!!"
Save him! she cried to Ashley. Her enemy. Her lover's The man who'd unhesitatingly consigned his lover's
enemy. Their only possible savior. soul to an eternity of half-living hell lazily spun around. The
eyes that looked upon Ashley with black glee were nothing
Ashley intended to do so.
but cloudy whites.
He'd already accepted the duty of stopping
"Come, Riskbreaker…"
Guildenstern from Sydney, the blonde prophet's life
bleeding through his fingers from the gaping swath where Elation danced in those foggy orbs, latching onto
the Blood Sin's inked lines once twined. Shouldering both Ashley's eyes with a mad intensity.
pleas, Ashley stepped out into night air saturated with the
"Your death will be my rebirth!"
rain and the Dark, all of Lea Monde stretching out below him.
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With that announcement, the huge mass of Dark the Ashley slapped a 'heal' on the wound before he could
ritual sacrifice of Samantha had called to the top of the dome lose too much blood. The cantrip summoning the power had
suddenly began to condense into Guildenstern's right barely left his mouth when Guildenstern's words echoed
hand. Power flowed into the small area at the pinnacle of through not only his ears, but every nerve in his body.
Lea Monde, almost as if it were soaking in from the entirety
"Well parried, Riskbreaker. You truly are the greatest
of the broken city below. The air became so thick with the
bloodhound --blood-drenched, hell hound-- that the VKP has
heady force of its presence that goose bumps started
ever turned out. But you cannot destroy me. Lea Monde
crawling up Ashley's arms.
is mine. I am a GOD!"
Lightening brightness flared and Ashley instinctively
"……Oh I'll kill you, Guildenstern. You belong in this
protected his sight from the eye burning glare with an
world no longer."
upraised arm. When his vision finally cleared, the being that
stood in front of him was not the Guildenstern who had been As a Riskbreaker, Ashley had made it his mission to
there only seconds before. While there were similarities, the eliminate Guildenstern. Not for Parliament or Valendia
Guildenstern he looked at now was, on some fundamental would he destroy the power-mad creature of the Dark that
level, wrong. the Crimson Blade Commander had become, but for all the
people the world over, so that they could continue to live
Purple bolts of pure energy slithered across skin dyed
peacefully, as people. Shouldering the hope of humanity,
midnight black. It was not a simple case of his skin changing
Ashley brought to bear a power that transcended mortality.
color. Muscle, blood, bone, organs-- every last cell in
Guildenstern's body was drenched in the Dark, it's color In the skies above Lea Monde, two different "Darks"
staining his skin from the inside out. began to intertwine----.
His right hand held a gargantuan sword; a melding of
three blades made into the shape of the Blood Sin. A few
moments before, it had been atop the Cathedral's roof as a
simple decoration in the shape of the Iocus priesthood's
symbol, the Holy Win. But Guildenstern had changed it,
vaporizing the mundane metal and then instantly
recondensing it with ample amounts of Dark mixed in. The
result-- a super-dense, super-tensile alloy called Damascus.
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Epilogue: Shouldering the World-- A Vagrant’s Upon showing Agent Riot in, the Chamberlain did as
the Duke ordered, having every servant within and nearby
Story Begins the Duke’s private apartments, including himself,
Where do Dark-stained souls go when they die?
withdraw. Predictably, of what then happened between the
The mantle of Master of Lea Monde passed to a new two men there was not a single witness.
bearer, and in the process many new souls felt the touch of
Four and a half hours later, the Chamberlain returned
the Dark. All --excepting one, of course-- were sent into the
to the rooms to inquire after the situation. Suspicious at the
arms of an incomplete death.
complete lack of sound from within, he entered without
Before, the spell songs etched into every wall of the waiting for permission. Ashley was nowhere to be seen. The
City would trap them within its bounds, forever confined on Duke’s body, hours dead, lay serenely upon his bed, looking
this side of Oblivion. Insane and vicious, those rotted souls’ more at peace than he had in years.
very presence served to entice more of the Dark into the
The VKP’s reaction to the Duke’s demise was
Wellspring, their hatred and pain feeding it.
swift. Their spies within the residence had barely finished
But Lea Monde burned. Already in ruins before the reporting the death before the Coroner’s Squad was
blaze, the fire-gutted corpse could no longer be called even knocking on the door. Scant minutes later, the Duke’s
a shell of its former self. Unfortunately, those wretched apartments were cordoned off and the autopsy begun. No
souls once stuck within it were not allowed the freedom signs were found of either external injury nor poisons. Given
brought by destruction, though their cage was now gone. So that he had been ill for an extensive period of time, the
where do they all go now? logical conclusion was that he’d finally succumbed to it.
And what will happen to the survivors? That handful Answer enough, as far as the public would be
of people who survived the fires and earthquakes that concerned. Yet there remained the matter of Ashley’s
leveled the old City yet bear the Dark’s taint. What will presence at the time and, unbeknownst to most, his
happen to them when they die? mission. The Riskbreaker may have found it necessary to
assassinate the Duke and, to avoid later troublesome
Ashley knows. investigations, made the murder look like a natural
death. Ashley’s position as the last man to see the Duke alive
A living bridge between the world of the Dark and the
was evidence enough of that possibility.
world of Mankind; successor to pure power, Ashley
Riot knows. The logic of Life, the meaning of Death, and the Were this incident truly an extension of his mission
Fate of those forever trapped in between------- concerning the Mullenkamp attack a week prior, then it had
been Ashley’s judgment that, for the peace and safety of
It was late on a rainy evening, precisely one week
Valendia, its most revered National Hero needed to die. To
after the extremist religious cult “Mullenkamp” staged an
do so for such reasons was well within his rights as a
attack on the estate of Duke Bardorba. In the trading city of
Riskbreaker, so of course he would face no charges. In fact,
The Graylands, at his secondary residence, a lone visitor
the VKP would throw all its might into a coverup, even going
begged an audience with the recuperating Duke. It was
so far as to brainwash any possible witnesses.
hardly an appropriate hour for any visitor, let alone one
requesting personal audience with Duke Aldous Byron Thus, the entire residence was shut down and sealed
Bardorba on his sickbed. Were this visitor anyone other than off, the VKP fully expecting a report from Ashley inside the
who he was, the Chamberlain would have told him politely, hour, informing them of a situation along the lines of their
but coldly, to call again at a more suitable time of day, and supposition.
have him shown out.
Twelve hours later, there was no report. There was
However, this visitor showed the credentials of a VKP no Ashley either, VKP Headquarters realizing it could no
agent. This was not someone the Chamberlain had the longer locate its foremost agent. In that instant, the VKP’s
power to admit or dismiss, he had to ask the Duke himself. attitude towards the situation made a sudden about-
face. Ashley had gone AWOL. It had become more likely that
Thus it was that the visitor --Ashley Riot-- gained
the Duke’s assassination was not for reasons of national
entrance to the Duke’s bedchambers.
security, but for Ashley’s own personal reasons. Given that,
Looking back, all the servants mentioned how the the now former-Riskbreaker’s license to kill was rendered
entire evening had been somewhat odd, an air of vague null and void. His actions were no longer considered the
abnormality suffusing everything. Usually, the Duke was erasure of a national threat, but the premeditated murder of
long asleep by that hour. Yet that night he made no move to a high noble and renowned public figure. The VKP
dim his candles, sitting up the whole evening as if he were immediately assembled and deployed a search-and-capture
waiting for someone he’d long expected to come. team.
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Twenty-four hours after the Duke’s demise an official, Under the black leather trench coat, his destiny inked
public announcement labeled Ashley Riot the foremost fine lines across his back. Shouldering the burdens implicit
suspect in the most foul murder of the beloved Duke Aldous in that contract, Ashley turned away from the now-bustling
Byron Bardorba. residence and began to walk. The rain-drenched alley ran
ahead of him, the beginning of an endless path into a place
Yet, counter to the expectations of the VKP’s top
of eternal twilight, a place unfathomable to the mortal mind;
brass, the dragnet they believed had been set up with
the seam where Reality and Magic melt together.
lightning speed failed to capture even the slightest trace of
Ashley‘s whereabouts. It was almost as if he’d vanished from And so begins the story of the wanderer---- the
the Duke’s bedchambers in a puff of smoke. vagrant.
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PERSONAGENS
Separation of Mind and Soul: In addition to incredible Are the deaths of his wife and son truely the reason
combat ability, Ashley possesses an unshakable composure- he closed his eyes to his past?
- a "perfect Riskbreaker". However, that perfection comes at Were they really killed by "thugs"?
the cost of killing his soul and emotions. Looking from that
different angle, Ashley is an "imperfect human being". Did he even have a wife and son?
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Aloof Charisma: As the most powerful user of the
SYDNEY
Dark within the Müllenkamp Cult, the true extent of what
Müllenkamp Cult
Sydney can do is unknown. Even his best friend Hardin is
unsure of what Sydney is capable. With what power he does
Leader of the Müllenkamp Cult
display, Sydney gathers ever more followers, but at the same
time he ever more hides his true intentions, becoming alone
male
in the midst of a crowd.
unknown (late 20's?) The Greatest Weapon: Only on a very few occasions
does Sydney directly fight another. Why bother? He can
approx. 5'11" easily summon monsters to do the fighting for him. He can
even impose his will on other humans... The Crimson Blades
have found more than a few of their own dead "at their own
Founder and leader of the Müllenkamp Cult. He is hands"-- hands that were influenced by Sydney.
devastatingly handsome, with his silk-fine golden blonde TOP SECRET
hair and porcelain white skin, but somewhere within that
gender-neutral beauty lies a distinct aura of danger. His Neither Sydney's arms nor his legs are living flesh, but
charisma is so alluring that almost anyone who comes into eldrich metal. During his infancy, he spent quite a bit of time
contact with him is instantly captivated. Even amongst the on the edge of life and death. Only at the price of all 4 of his
larger part of his followers-- the self-styled "Keepers of the limbs was his life narrowly saved. Now, Sydney describes
Word"-- Sydney stands out like a butterfly among moths. that event as "giving his limbs to the gods."
CHARACTER ANALYSIS
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Rozencrantz & Guildenstern: Guildenstern has
GUILDSTERN
devoted his life to the single path leading to his Dream.
Order of the Crimson Blades
Rozencrantz, on the other hand, comes and goes like a fickle
breeze, speaking with a silver tongue and eaisly changing his
Leader of the Crimson Blades
stance to fit the situation. Those shifty traits Guildenstern
finds most abominable.
male
TOP SECRET
32 years old
In Lea Monde, Guildenstern witnessed dozens of
approx. 6'0" mysteries, yet he didn't bat an eye. His only focus was
improving his command of the Dark. To the normal Crimson
Blade, Lea Monde gave them their first taste of magic. That
they also could learn to use it's power shocked them terribly.
Leader of the Crimson Blades, he graduated from the However, Guildenstern's previous exposure had long
Academy at the top of his class with a sterling record. It was accustomed him to the Dark and its usage.
not long after that the Cardinal himself heard of his talents
and loyalty, so Guildenstern found himself assigned a Rumor also has it that he is "The Cardinal's Chosen."
generous position. While refined and elegant in manners,
from his speech and habits one can paint a picture of a man
to whom the ends justify the means.
CHARACTER ANALYSIS
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CALLO MERLOSE ROSECRANTZ
Valendia Knights of the Peace Valendia Knights of the Peace(?)
(VKP) (VKP)
Riskbreaker (?)
Inquisitor
male
female
Late 20's
23 years old
approx. 5'7"
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JOHN HARDIN JOSHUA
Müllenkamp Cult Duke Bardorba's Family
29 years old
Sydney's right-hand man, and a key commander of Duke Bardorba's son, conceived in his twilight years.
the Müllenkamp Cult. They led the assault on the Duke's Still an innocent, angelic little boy, he is the Duke's
Manor together, but Harden held the responsibility for irreplaceable child, his "light." During the occupation of the
caring, or not caring, for the hostages. Manor by Müllenkamp, Joshua was taken hostage along with
the mansion's servants and the rest of his family. However,
Unlike the multitudes of Sydney's other followers,
he alone was allowed to live, taken with Sydney to Lea
Hardin did not enter the cult under the spell of the prophet's
Monde. Sydney is no fool. He was well aware of how the
sermons or bewitched by his charisma. Instead, incredibly
Duke values Joshua. Perhaps this is just another step in
distrustful of a world where injustice was commonplace, the
Sydney's plan to force the Duke into a certain course of
former police officer was attracted to the anti-establishment
action.
elements of the Cult.
The shock of the attack on the Manor and the
Both Hardin and Sydney consider each other their
following kidnapping pushed little Joshua into silence,
truest friend. Sydney confides his secrets in Hardin, and in
uttering not a single word since he was first captured.
return Hardin trusts Sydney completely. If doubt or
Strangely, he is very attached to Hardin, the very person who
confusion ever arises between the two, it is never long-lived.
started his traumatic experiences. Not to say Joshua isn't
While Hardin may look intimidating, what with his aware of who kidnapped him. He simply accepts Hardin's
ever-fierce expression and five-o'clock shadow, inside lies a genuine kindness with the guileless sincerity of a child.
warm and personable fellow.
Hardin's Kindness to Joshua: Though the Duke's son Scars on the Heart: Joshua is the one person who
Joshua is technically a hostage, Hardin shows him an holds all of the Duke's love. He knows nothing of his father's
inordinate amount of affection. While that kindness is truly plots, the Dark, Lea Monde or the whole mess surrounding
from the heart, ulterior motives prompt it along. Long ago, all of them.
Hardin lost his younger brother and now he seeks to attone,
Every so often, an illusionary boy looking exactly like
putting Joshua in the dead boy's place.
Joshua appears before Ashley or Callo. The boy is
undoubtedly a reflection of someone's soul, but just who is
unknown.
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DUKE BARDORBA Tia Riot
Duke Bardorba's Family The wife within Ashley's memories. A beautiful and
refined woman, he married her while still assigned to the
The Duke Himself Kingsguard. While all three of them were picnicking one day,
she was murdered by fallen knights.
64 years old
approx. 5'9"
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Commander Samantha
Another Crimson Blade participant in the infiltration
of Lea Monde, Commander Samantha looks like she should
be hunting for wedding dresses, not demons. She earned the
rank of "Commander", but upon walking through the Dark-
drenched streets of Lea Monde, uncertain of what new
monster waits around the corner-- a core of fear and
confusion began to grow within her. In the end, Samantha is
at heart a normal girl.
Commander Neesa
A cordial woman and a commander oft depended on
by Guildenstern. Though she is a woman, she has more than
enough skill to match blades with a man and come out on
top. Her chosen weapon is the Heavy Mace, and she swings
the huge, cumbersome thing like a light stick. She holds no
doubts about her work, and she never questions orders.
Commander Tieger
Yet another commander in the Crimson Blades. A
heavy-set, muscular man, Tieger uses his inborn strength to
swing his Heavy Axe around like a feather, crushing enemies
with a single powerful strike. You wouldn't guess it from
looking at him, but he is an intelligent and quick-witted man,
being very fast on the up-take.
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