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Lost Son of Hellstorm

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Basic Information
Name: Kalma Hellstorm (Nowdays Gareut Wolf-Friend)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: He havent counted. Less than 30.
Profession: Wilder, Pirate, Performer and Veteran of the Siege
Languages: Common
Accent: Luskanian

Physical Information
Height: 178 cm
Weight: 79 kg
Body build: Slim
Hair style: Long and tied back
Scars: Smaller ones are all around him, one which gets attention is the one at place which left eyebrow should be
Tattoos: N/A
Hair: Chestnut brown
Eyes: Cheastnut brown (People have said that his eyes are wolf like)
Skin: Northern

STR: 14 / +2
DEX: 22 / +6
CON: 14 / +2
INT: 9 / -1
WIS: 14 / +2
CHA: 12 / +1

Appearance
Gareut is somewhat tall and in all right shape. He has lost his left eyebrow and there is only scar in the place where eyebrow should be. He has also lost his left pinky finger, cut off with a sharp blade. His smell is weird mix; Forest, herbs, ale, wolf, woods, moss and of course his own personal smell.

At his belt hangs; Finely crafted scimitar with chamfer "Hellstorm" on flat of a blade, wands, flute, vials, herb box, coin purse which seems to be half-empty, couple bandage and of course his dagger. At his leather bracelet is painted Unicorn and howling wolf.

Sometimes he can be seen playing with silver ring where are engraved "Gareut." He usually smiles warmly when doing this.

Rest of his stuff are in many small packs around his back.

His appearance reminds you of wolves. Only shining things on him are ruby in the handle tip of his dagger and that weird light in his yellow eyes eyes; Lust for Freedom.
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Behaviour
Friendly, warm and open for those who he know. Rest can find barriers which only friendship can breach. Still he is willing to help those who are in need; Wounded animals get healing prayers from this Wilder. Orcs get dead fast, no need making more pain to this world. Somebody could say that it is "mercy." Peasant women don't usually even get dead fast... Creatures of the nine hells encountered will get this wilder beast on them, no worry for his own life he will try to hack demons down or die trying.

Tales are one of his great interest, he brought many cold and bitter tale with him from the North and is willing to share most of them.

Gareut usually knows when he has lost. If fighting is meaningless he will try to talk or run his way out of situation. Parley with slave traders for his friends lives is something which he can do. He is also willing to lie if job requires it. "Law is only a guide line."

Things which are worth of sharing
"Kill me if I ever follow Gareut again." -Ayla to Tib after wyvern hunting.
"Our fearless leader!" -Tib.
"Oooooh shiny!" -Rose somewhere inside hill ruins.
"Don't let up of your hope!" -Tamara at siege camp.
"Hearties." -Jack.
"And Gareut defies the theory that; nothing good ever came out of Luskan (mental note: do NOT say that to his face!!)" - Hugh
"Wuf?" -Daghala.
"Wolf-Friend" -Cal'onna.
"You haven't right to call yourself as ranger of Mielikki!" -Volo at Nashkel after Gareut was in gargoyle form.
"Comrade." -Randall.
"That was dumb!" -Piper to Gareut at Flaming Fist prison after beating from troops. Later that day they had singing contest down at those cold cells.
"Gareut is the worst drunk what I have seen in my entire life and still he can use his manners when there is need for those!" -Diego at merchant camp.
"Sir Gareut" - Leo.
"27 750 gold coins, your short sword and bottle of finest Luskan Black for this Jacket. Do you have another bottle?" -Kel trading with Gareut (robbing.)
"Hoi hoi." -Scarlet's greetings.
"I could set him on fire?" -Rouge to rest of crew when Gareut were under Dave's influence.
"Hey, Drunken Sailor!" -Trent.
"What is the price of your dreams?" -Blue-Wave Dave to Gareut at merchant camp.
"It will be alright" -Nari.

Big thanks to Rouge, Randall and Simini for typo killing.

Gareut's Merry tune

I am sure that somebody has wondered how that tune would sound? Everybody who has travelled with Gareut has heard this one. Here it is for you rest:

Once when we were returning from a battle and
We got lost in a gloomy forest
in the middle of the woods
we saw an old house
with tired minds we knocked
the door very loudly
Old woman opened the wooden door
She asked us to come in
with kind words
From her pot arose a scent so weird
Stunning and bitter but very summoning

Bring me a magic potion
it will heal my aching wounds
A taste so bitter that makes
my bleeding soul feel so good
It will make us sing and dance
in our endless feast
Or it might even unleash
the beast in me

She filled out pints with that devils beverage
And served another round with an hideous grin
The world was spinning in a new light I saw everything
and everyone was singing this song

With nature, trolls and the spirits of the forest
We are one; let our singing rise up into the stars
The witch's magic drum was still beating hard
When a goblin brought me a new pint and together we roared

Drink and dance!
People of the forest sing with us!
Who wants to brawl with me?
Who can shape a kantele from a pike's jaw?
Like the great one once did

Close your eyes
Calm your mind and drift away from the pain
Beyond dreams
Into the depths of the cauldron
Like a rain it falls
And mirrors nature's healing powers
Surrender this time
And relief you shall find

Catcher of souls
hunter of spirits
Grant us the final drop of the life's elixir
I want to drown all my misery
Into the green trolls blood
And brown swamp drink
Fight against diminishing time
Burden of a solitary warrior's life
Catcher of souls
hunter of spirits
Grant us the final drop of the life's elixir

Bring me a magic potion
it will heal my aching wounds
A taste so bitter that makes
my bleeding soul feel so good
It will make us sing and dance
in our endless feast
Or it might even unleash
the beast in me


Lost son of Hellstorm
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Where could I start? Childhood, yes... Son of prostitute, not even clue who the real dad was. Thank the gods I had fast legs and skilful fingers. Those two things kept me alive in the streets of Luskan. From hand to mouth and beating from "guards" ...Those "Guards" were the purest of bandit groups that I have seen in my entire life! Sometimes some good soul gave ragged clothes or some warm food. Mostly I lived myself by stealing and running messages. I am not proud of some things which I did, but I survived. Local priest Switch blade taught me to write and read, I cant quite remember who he served. Years passed and life weren't life, just pure surviving... Then came Captain Dahmar Hellstorm, commander of small pirate fleet, he claimed that me -Kalma- were his lost son. I did took this change, lust for better life and riches burned my young soul... "Why should I suffer when I can take everything that I want with my Sword!?"

"Father" of mine gave me boots, real leather hat, scimitar and of course a name which gives power; Hellstorm... Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to years, life weren't that bad... I got share of loot, share of foods, share of friendship and still hunger didn't fade. I tried to drown it, didn't work. Even joys of flesh didn't drive it away. I was lost.

Seems like Captain Dahmar did see something in me, perhaps change? He gave me a sloop called Ruby and twenty men to my command, our main job, without the rest of the fleet, was to hunt the nobility's small unarmed vessels. Even -revenge- on -them- didn't give peace to my burned and scared soul.

I was lost, on my own
And I couldn't bear the thought of my life
I was gone, caught in the torturing memories
And they burned like fire
Water can never heal such pain

Can't you believe
Nothing is real
Can't you see
I cannot feel

Take me away
Bury me in the sand
Cause after all these years I am still the same
A sad and bitter man

Crush my hope, grow my hate
There's no home for me
Nothing to give, nothing to say
So tell me it's a dream


And then came that misty day... I am not sure what happened, rumours said that our Flagship; Lady Mayhem did attack against one of the strongest pirate alliance. When I heard those rumours from the right mouths I packed my entire life around me and fled. Slaughter started in the same night that Family Hellstorm did vanish from Luskan, crew members founded wetty crave or new comrades. I changed on the way south my name to Gareut, first time something felt right. After couple harsh months the gold finally ended at Baldur's Gate...

I was in ruins, nowhere to go, no friends, no family, not even right course! I cursed gods and started to make my living with my sword. I didn't want to get the anger of the local thieves guild on me and I headed to farmlands. At the farmlands my feet brought to me lonely farmhouse head yelled "Kill them all, take what you deserve!" Then this clear woman voice whispered; "They need it more than you." Panic did take control and I left that house behind... God? Spirit? Person? Sickness? Months passed at wilds, I learned to listen that calm but strong voice. "If I can be free other should be also." Faith? Maybe, but I had new course for my life. And this felt right.

When I think about mine God I see always faces of Telissa and "Sunshine" Saint Merille. First two who seemed to have this inner peace.... Hard to form it to words. But if the reader knows those souls, they know what I try to write. After them I have encountered so many different tales and lives... Ayla, Tib, Mags, Rose. Tamina, Tamara, Piper, Abby, Telissa, Rouge, Scarlet, Randall, Kel (and if you got these notes to your hands somehow I will take your last eye!) ...Sapphire, Gen, Richo, Lyde, Ivaris, Aethor, Rente, Jack, Yasher, Grunga, Hugh, Selis, Alison, Nari, Diego, Tiberius, Daghala and elf called Cal'onna who gave new name for me; "Wolf-Friend." Just names at paper, but still so much more. On my journey I have learned that there isn't one -great- truth or goodness. Just different colours of grey. I hope that everybody find peace and happiness with their own way...

The end? No... just a start!
Gareut Wolf-Friend
-Tale of Wilder
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Small updates.
Infamous Captain Kalma Hellstorm - Gentleman of Fortune
On our pillage through the Sword Coast, We sail heartless under the flag of Piracy!

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I am them!
Gareut
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The Hunt
It was a warm evening. The others were gathering. Ragged mens, scared wolves, lasses with the hunting flame in their eyes... Wilders, friends, comrades. People who understand us, me. Windrider called us; Time of Hunt. I dont even care what beasts are going to kill, it is just a part of living... The Leader command and we obey.
We complete the ancient rule
Each of us was created to kill
"Hey, Wolf-Friend!" Yells the woman with the bright red hair, from the other group."And I thought that you were dead, beauty?" Gareut smiles and moves closer to the woman."Oh, and I thought that you had some manners?" She aims a punch towards Gareut's side and hits."You damned littl---" Gareut wrap his arms around her hand lifts her up "Good to see you, Sarah."Sahar tries to get away from his hold for a moment, but finaly smiles kindly and mutters "Good to see you too, brother."He looses his grasp and lowers her. "Oi, what the hell is Daghala doing?" She points at something behind Gareut. "Eh?" He turn and Sarah give him a kick to his kneel, laughing warmly. Gareut falls down and grins from pain. She ruffles his hair and walks towards the other wilders. While Gareut rises, something hard hits on his shoulder and he falls down once again. He mutters curses and slowly tries to reach his dagger, Lifestealer, ruby starts to glow at the handletip. A big figure says with a cruel voice " Dont even think that.. you, wolf-lover." The figure picks Gareut up and squeezes him tightly in a bear hug. Gareut sniffs "Heilgren!" Their privacy was just a sweet dream, the pack of wolves comes surround them."From where did those feet-warmers came?" Heilgren smiles and release Gareut so he can catch some air. The wolves sniffed, then asked for small petting and go towards the next fire. The sea wind blows strong, there isn't any light at the abandoned lighthouse."How's Tib fares?" Gareut ask after the wave of furs moves past them."Hrmp, havent seen him. Hopefully he is alright" Gareut nods and start to walk to the nearest campfire where Sarah and a couple of others talks loudly about good sides of elven lovers."You know, Sarah. It's easy to keep them in line. After a couple days they do what ever you want..." A Man with a rusty warhammer says casually, as he punch his own hand with his fist. Heilgren is ready to say a couple -not- so nice comment about Elves but the strong cruel voice cuts the scene. Even the wolves stops to playing and fighting. "Hear me, ready yourself. Hunt starts... Now!" The voice is already running to the south, we kick the fires out as the wolves tries to take the glory of being next to Windrider."Let see what we eat tonight, Brothers and Sisters!" Somebody yells from the distance. Gareut picks up his waterskin, kisses his silver ring and catch up Sarah and Heilgren. Daghala is already in lead, at the wolves endless race.

Somewhat random howling and some wilder songs gives wings to their nightly run.

Through the storm like the wind we ride
Leaving it all far behind
Another war is straight ahead
This fight will give us all
None shall live , they all will fall
When the new dawn arises, we stand tall

Fight! For our new dawn
Ride! Kill them all
Fight! For our new dawn
Rise! And we stand tall

Feel your strength and let it rise
Hear the call of their demise
Let them feel your steel
Have faith my friend, this is not the end
Our time is near, we feel your fear
Because we will...

After a full day running, they stop at the roots of Cloudpeeks Mountains. The day is dark, and at night no moon or stars can be seen.

Gareut sinks his head into the cold mountain pond "Got enough?" Sarah pulls Gareut's head away from pond and toss him aside as she fills his waterskin."Drinking water, weakling?" The grim figure says as he kicks Gareut's side. The yellow eyes dont give any mercy."Grrr... I could cut your stomack open and feed your guts to wolves" The wilder laughs at Gareut's words and spits on him. "You should eat them yourself, wea---" The figure falls down, Heilgren shakes his fist at the others as the wilder falls down, unconscious."Jaft asked it!" The rest of the wilders just smiles at the sight and sips their ales and meads."Keep your bloodly arms off him, he didn't recieve his gift yet!" Gareut rises from his gaze "Gift?" Heilgren smiles "Yeah, Windrider thinks that it is your tim-e--""Am I being granted the pleasure of telling my brother?" Windrider, man of the wilds, living legend, immortal. Chosen one, speaks to us."Nay, but I thought." Heilgren mutters"There is your problem, dont do such foolish things. -You- arent the leader. Leave." Windrider emotes Sarah closer. "Take care of him, show him the gift."Sarah blinks her yellow eyes and nods. Looking down at the exhausted Gareut. "Of course."

The run continues, Gareut doesn't have enough power to sing anymore, Heilgren went to help him at the hard parts of the run. Sarah gives glance at him with sympathy and rest of the pack just ignores him.
They brought us misfortune, but their honor is about to be crushed
My blood flows cold as streams of the North
We'll never let them take our souls
The calling of the howling wind is raging in the North
Creations of ice, rising mighty into the skies
and Treacherous Gods shall fall

The pack stops, finally. Some axe wielding wilders starts to cut young birchs and bring them at the campfire. Gareut finds a soft place to faint. He closes his eyes being sure that the pack keeps him safe.

The smell of meat and weak screams wakes him up. His head rest on Sarah's laps. She pets Gareut's hair. "Good night."Gareut looks straight into her yellow eyes. "What is going on?"She ponders a moment and answers calmly. "Hunt."Gareut tries to rise but she just pushes him back down. "Eh, should we help them? Those screams doesnt sound right."She continues petting Gareut while she speaks. "Can't you hear it? Hunt is already over, we are just... finishing it..."Gareut relaxes on her laps and he forces a smile. "Oh, good. Just wondered. The screams were a bit too high for giants. Usually they just roar."Sarah smiles and nods. "How have you been, Gar?"Gareut tries to find a better position, the scimitar's handle pushes his side. "Me? I am doing just fine. Got a room from Theatre, nay need to stay Sam's Inn anymore. Most of my old friends are doing just fine. And seems that fate have brought this lovelly Fire-Heart to my path, there could be future for us. There is, I know it. How life treats you, beauty?"Sarah stops petting, her yellow eyes glows in low light. "That sounds horrible. Dealing with weaklings, living indoors and you have took this fire... thing as a mate?" She spits. Gareut rises and looks around. Dead townfolks, pierced by arrows, half eated bodies. Yellow eyed wilders covered with blood, drinking and playing with deads and half-deads. One knight is fighting against Heilgren, both of them are unarmed. Somes drunken wilders with yellow eyes surround them. Gareut turns his head away from that sight. "Hunt... What did they do?"An awful sound of a neck, breaking, echoes into the night as the wilders cheers. "They were weaklings. Some of them got away. Winter in the mountains will forge them, new generation of strong people will grow here now."Gareut cant belive what he hears, he shakes his head and looks up at the sky, which is covered by dark clouds. Sarah puts her hand on Gareut shoulder, rubbing his neck. "That doesnt help, Sarah... This is just wrong, you know it---- AARRG!" Sarah pulls Gareut's neck aside and bites his soft meat between his neck and shoulder. What she cant drink flows on his clothes. Gareut falls on his knees. Sarah takes some distance as she swallows a piece of meat and licks her lips."Gift have been given. You are one of us now, truely."Gareut tries to hold the bleeding tight with his left hand while his right hand pulls out his dagger lifestealer ruby, starts to glow its own cold light at handletip. "I will not be one of you damned, Mielikki will guide my steps."Sarah grins "What might unicorn lover think about you now? And your loved friends? Or -your love- ...They all will abandon you. They will hang you if they get even a clue about your true self Gar. Soon the only company that you can find is our kind. We are here for the nature. Dont leave us..." She smiles warmly and comes closer. Gareut aims his dagger to throw it but something hard hits his head and the world goes black for him... again.

"...And I thought that I could slice trought these lizards!"Gareut shakes his head, his eyes feels like two burning gem inside his head. He closes his eyes and listens to thoses speaking around. "Anyways, what are you doing here?" The rude woman voice says. Another, much warmer and calmer answers. "I was just doing bit scouting, heh. Good thing that I found you, miss." Woman says with a bit of relief. "Yeah, who knows how long I could have been here as a damn statue, erh.."Gareut push himself up from high crass, keeping his eye closed. "And who do we have here?" Both of them turns towards Gareut. "Gareut? What are you doing here?" Gareut tries to keep himself calm, his eyes still closed. "I cant quite remember. It is bit blur for me." The rude woman laughs. "Are ye drunk, comrade?" He takes a deep breath. "Nay, I am not." She toss a bottle to Gareut "Well then, drink, comrade." Gareut toss the bottle back. "It's not the right thing to do for me now, comrade." "Suit for yourself. So, anybody ready for looting? That tower is probally filled with gold." The always so gladly voice answers. "Of course, lead the way." Gareut moves near the warm voice as the rude one walks away. "Good to hear your voice, my love." "Are you alright?" Says the fire genasi.He blinks, opening his burning eyes. They are bright yellow. Slowly but surely, the color fades away. "Yeah I am alright." Randall yells from distance. "Are ye two commin', loot awaits, comrades!" Gareut and Fire-Heart start to walk behind Randall towards Durlag's tower...
...They all will abandon you...
A day pass, suppressing the feeling who reside deep inside takes too much effort. Exhausted, Gareut slowly make his way back at the Malarites meeting place. "May I tag along with you a while Comrade?" Randall holds a huge sack which drips troll blood from time to time. "Sure, I have business at the Keep. As ye can see." Gareut eyes him with yelllow eyes and nods. "I have things to settle." Randall looks at him and mutters. "Hopefully it's not -those things-." They depart, Gareut heads to the beach...
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Gareut Wolf-Friend
-Tale of Wilder
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Infamous Captain Kalma Hellstorm - Gentleman of Fortune
On our pillage through the Sword Coast, We sail heartless under the flag of Piracy!

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Gareut
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First post updated.
Daghala

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Basic Information
Name: Daghala
Gender: Male
Race: Gray wolf
Age: 8 years

Physical Information
Height: 129 cm
Weight: 43 kg
Scars: Small ones are all around him.
Fur: Yellow gray
Eyes: Light blue

STR: 21/ +5
DEX: 23/ +6
CON: 15/ +2
INT: 2/ -4
WIS: 12/ +1
CHA: 6/ -2

Behaviour
It is hard to belive that it is more and easier to approach this wolf than Gareut. He is really open and he loves kids of anykind. Elves, orcs, beasts and things which are coverd "unnatural things" like metal and magic are strange to him and he usually just runs away or tries to scare them away, atleast he keeps some distance.

His hunting style have melded with Gareut's street fighter/pirate two weapon fighting style. He always finds right time and place in sword dance to hurt their prey with his canine teeths.

(Tale will come bit later!)
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Infamous Captain Kalma Hellstorm - Gentleman of Fortune
On our pillage through the Sword Coast, We sail heartless under the flag of Piracy!

Krenal Vandree - The Black Wizards
I am them!
Gareut
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Twilight Tavern
"Make ready to settle things with your God." Gareut jumps up and tries to kick burning log from the campfire towards the grim figure. He runs.... Ragged wilder uses magic to speed his escape but that isnt enough. Crushing "hand" hits he to the ground and crim figure finish the twitching Wilder.

He whispers "Fire-Heart... I..." Blood flows out from his body. Gareut dies, yellow eyes wide open and most beautiful words on his lips.
Now I open my eyes and what do I see
A rainbow in the moonlight, pipers calling me
They say don't be afraid and asked me to follow
You've been expected, so forget your sorrow!

Their warrior's souls forever rejoice
TWILIGHT TAVERN!
With our ancestors we raise our horns
TWILIGHT TAVERN!
Their warrior's swords forever shine on
TWILIGHT TAVERN!
Welcoming our brothers at the break of dawn!
TWILIGHT TAVERN!

Life is so short
Oh! son of the north
You'll find your peace
At the end of your journey

Hey! All greet us when we open the door
Familiar faces -- "Brothers, it's been too long"
Beer is flowing, the smell of burning meat
In the morning battle reigns like hell's been unleashed!

As the sun sets behind the mountains peak,
The master of the house shouts: "Drink and feast!"
This feels like it is too good to be true.
The call for the final battle will be here soon...
Gareut Wolf-Friend
-Tale of Wilder
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Infamous Captain Kalma Hellstorm - Gentleman of Fortune
On our pillage through the Sword Coast, We sail heartless under the flag of Piracy!

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New winds
-Part I-
Never to feel joy again was my fate...
Only misery and death, fear and burning hate!
"Fire-Heart... My love... Nari..." Ragged wilder, malnourished and filty kills last of the beasts. Whole generation of goblins; Men, women, pets and kids. All dead. Daghala howls somewhere near by, Gareut joins to its call. Soon he falls on his kneels weeping. "Why!?" He continues talking to himself or to the wolf, for outsider he would look like a maniac. "Why to bring me back if there is nothing for me. God... You wont help me, you dont even have powers to bring Fire-Heart back to me. Or you dont use them. And I dont ask those powers anymore, I despise you!" Coughing take his body under control, the ranger twitches. The wolf comes closer and licks salty tears off from his face. "My only true friend..." Gareut wraps his arms around the wolf's neck. "...Does this pain never ends?"

Warm laughing echoes from the beach just south from the Candlekeep. The Bunch of half-naked people laugh for the grim joke. "Too true, comrade." Wilder finish his rum with one good long pull.
I know of a tavern not far from here
Where you can get some mighty fine beer
The company's true and the wenches are pretty

It's the greatest damn place in the whole of the town
If you're looking for crewmates, you'll sure find 'em there
Cutthroats and lowlifes and worse I should dare

So come take a drink and drown your sorrows
And all of our fears will be gone till tomorrow
We'll have no regrets and live for the day
Mostly of the drunks sing along with Gareut, clapping and the wave of a lifted bottles come after the short song, which would fit for any tavern there to Luskan. Drinking keeps pain away. Drugs bring some light in to this endless darkness. Warm curves of the lass some joy. The life cant be that bad, can it?

"I will cut your manhood and feed it to you!" Quite short elven woman shouts to Gareut. Powerfull magic strickes the wilder down, burns it way through his cheast. He screams. A group of people watch how the elf woman slash and hack the laying wilder, smirking and smiling. A couple pair of eyes watch the act with some interest from the shadows. No one helps the wilder which even didnt rise his hand againt the elf woman. He tried just to cover himself pulling kneels to his chin. Remembing the words of the horned paladin; Triel. "I will find out the truth, dont do anything impulsive, Gareut." Her smile was so warm and understanding, smile which is worth of dying for. -No! It is not, she lied. All of them lied. Nothing will be alright.- Gareut have fallen in to a some sort dark place, he ignores taunts of the people and a words of the elven woman. His mouth forms words but only blood flows out;
Vengeance is mine
Neither sweet nor kind
Vengeance is mine

No longer am I held responsible
For the error of your ways
Later that day a couple good souls pick up his body from the trade road and bring it to the orphanage, Gareut looks like he would have gone through hte meatgrinder, Kaltyra heals his deep wounds. Sunshine almost have to carry the exhausted wilder to the shrine to get some rest.

-Amaliel, What I feel towards her? Just another small resting spot on my path? Mayby more. Does she want more? Do I want more? Amaliel, she have become close for me. What I have to loose? Nothing, everything? Fire-Heart, I miss her so damned much...New comrades, Meh... It is good to have some drinking company and backup. Old comrade, Randall... He... She... It? Nay, must be he. He have saved my life too many times. He is like a brother to me. Can people be bounded by mind? What you have between the crotches doenst make the difference? Too many mixed feelinds towards him. Hate, sure... Envy, of course... Friendship, he is my comrade....Lov- Gareuts wandering in his own thoughs stops suddenly as the graceful woman leans forward, just a inch away from his lips...
I let loose reality one more time
In the dark it's so easy to hide
I driftaway and see you
Coming into my life
Bringing back this guiding light
And all the grey is fading away


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Gareut Wolf-Friend
-Tale of Wilder
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Infamous Captain Kalma Hellstorm - Gentleman of Fortune
On our pillage through the Sword Coast, We sail heartless under the flag of Piracy!

Krenal Vandree - The Black Wizards
I am them!
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New winds
-Part II-
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At the time of sundown
Nature bathes in colours
In silence it waits
For the approaching force
At the time of sundown

In the halls of sea
The true Queen of dark waters
Lurks with her mistress
And a mob of a sea creatures

At the shores of a Balduran land
Pray mortal men
Destruction for the arrogant fools
A Reward for his humble soul
The great lurker of the seas
Is pleased of the sacrifice
The waters are calm
Today no storm shall rise!

Under the waves of a blue Sea
Dwells the mighty Umberlee!
Sailors praise the glorious name
Of the ruler of tides; Umberlee!

Foreign ship filled with infidels
They didn't listen to the northern men
From a dead calm storm will rise
And they'll face the wrath of the sea
Take care that your heir
Don't turn out too proud
Or your bloodline will drown
Into a vast ocean...
"She will gives what I need!" Gareut's yells do barely penerate his rooms heavy door in the White Mask Theatre. He gathers his gears quite quikly and runs away from the theatre after filling his waterskin with rum. "They will pay... All of them!" Grim look on his face he storms out of the city. Comrades greet him at the campfire. Soon bottles start to change owners and their usually good willing smack talk starts... The elf arrives. He is the one who pulls the blade out from the sheat. He and one of the wilder's comrades runs to the near by woods. Gareut stands up and asks blessing from his new God. "Oi, sit down. It is one against one!" Steady dwarf yells. "Nay, I wont... Not this time." Wilder and Diego follows the pair of tracks and soon they find them. His comrade, Kalek, lays on ground bleeding badly. Gareut charges against the taunting elf; "Oh, you two next? Come on Gareut!" Stab, slash, dodge, kick to the cheast and stab... Hellstorm is free, finaly. With a some sort of miracle Gareut stands, the elf just lays on ground, half-dead.

Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months. Gareut hides his hate well, under the cruel jokes and drinking. In moments of soberty he goes through his feelings. -What more I need? I got already a treasure? Few lasses... God, I still want my revenge. And mayby couple new shiney stones in the progress.-
I think of the times past when I had it all
I toyed with men's wives and their daughters
And in my pursuit of this ill-gotten wealth
I stabbed and I slashed and I slaughtered.
"What in the name of nine hells?" The old pirate hunter runs past Gareut, bleeding badly. "Meh... Nay my problem." The black cloaked fist soldier runs after the wounded man firing bolts towards him. Seems like the cunning hunter know how to out run the fister. As Gareut sees this something snaps inside him "Oi, if you need help with that bastard I am more than happy to help, fella!" The ragged wilder greets the old hunter. "Heh he, thanks. Lets teach to him how the sailors handle these things, aye!?" Gareut simply nods.
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the Colors high.
Heave ho,
thieves and beggars,
never shall we die...
The kick hits to Gareut's chin. "That was a bad mistake!" Yells the bloody fist solder which was the target of sailors blades. Wilder shakes his head and looks around... "What the hells? I..." He spits some blood and eyes his shackles. "Oh..." His gaze slides to the pirate hunter which is also on the ground and the shackles on. "Seems like your magic stuff werent that strong, eh? Hopefully you have enough coins for ransom..." The armored man comes and kicks them once more. "Up you two!" The old hunter answers. "Oi, you have to say please like you say to the lasses, aye?" Gareut nods and continues his talk with hunter without really worrying about group of the fisters around. "Aye. These fellas have nay manners. Parley?" Another kick. The armored man starts to drag them towards the city and the Flaming Fist headquarters.
Ten of the crew had the murder mark!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
The Guard drops the rum bottle and note to Gareut's cell. The wilder reads; "No entry allowed, I will try everyday," the cinnamon bar falls down from the note. "Amaliel..." The wilder eyes the rum bottle warily -Coud be poison.- He yells down to the hallway "If in here is poison, I KNEW it!" He lifts his shoulders and pulls the cork away with his white teeth. "Still... I cant waste a good drink." He takes a long good pull and continues his lonely singing. The fist soldiers took the old hunter, he is probally already dead...

The ragged wilder walks around in the small cell. "God... I have to tell her how I feel." He falls sitting and pulls his sleeve up, eyeing wounds on his wrist. "It cant end like this. There must be something else for me. I have still time to find my revenge..." Gareut falls into the land of sleep. He have bad nightmares about how his few trusted friend leave him, how fisters slay his soul companion Daghala and himself die in halls of the Blue-Wave Dave.
Into a wolf's dream
I soon may fall again...
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Gareut Wolf-Friend
-Tale of Wilder
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Infamous Captain Kalma Hellstorm - Gentleman of Fortune
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Slave
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"Kalma... Wake up! They are close. An enemy... They bring fire and pain. More pain than man can handle. Wake and fight! DIE!" The ragged wilder's reflexes take control. He slept with the old wolf which was curled at his side, warming each other. Even that Daghala is an old one, he doesnt need any extra time to wake up from wolf's sleep and be ready for a fight... Which didnt come. Near by area is empty. Not even a simple rat. "Bleh... Damned nightmares. Mayby some rum when we are awake, old friend?" Gareut says and gives a apologise smile for the wolf. Daghala turns his nose up for such offer. The man which wakes up the pack leader without a good reason should get, that what those two legs do for each other on their ships; Keelhauling, yes. Daghala goes back to sleeping. "Aaaah, good. You are awake, my dear Kalma." This time the voice comes when Gareut is full awake. His gaze sweeps over the beach, nobody there. "What is this madness. Magic? Come out and die you lowlife!" Scared by that somebody knows his old name from days when he was in Luskan Gareut tried to reach his sword."Awww... A scary little boy, like you have always been." The grim voice laughs coldly in Gareut's mind. The voice... Sings?
He defies the trust in marriage and god.
For there are bloodstains on the captain's log.
I stand for greed, lust and the willpower to defeat.
The mask I wear is kind, with a distorted face underneath.
I believe in bliss through violence and suppression.
Take, rob and rape!
Don't let these filthy foreigners escape.
On our pillage through the Sword Coast, we sail heartless under the flag of piracy.
Ravish and ruin their lives.
Execute their children right before their eyes.
My treasure chambers, teeming with the riches I adore.
I call it passion, not a sin, to kill for more and more!

Once he sailed the course of trade and righteousness.
A stern, yet stout, master of the sea.
Now his soul drowns in condescension.
His mind corrupted and martyred by greed.
Bloodstains on the captain's log!
"Nay!" Gareut yells to the ocean. "You cant run away from me... You cant hide from me... I am part of you. -You- paid the price, Captain Kalma."

"YOU PAID - YOU PAID - YOU PAID - YOU PAID - YOU PAID - YOU PAID - YOU PAID - YOU PAID - YOU PAID - YOU PAID - YOU PAID - YOU PAID.... you paid... Hah, for what? For a freak of nature, for so called -friends.- You are in here with me now... The hunger, you feel it too!? Good, find those who stole me, kill them. Take what is yours. The death is worse than the deal between -us- Dont forget it, Captain."
Gareut Wolf-Friend
-Tale of Wilder
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Infamous Captain Kalma Hellstorm - Gentleman of Fortune
On our pillage through the Sword Coast, We sail heartless under the flag of Piracy!

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Sisters
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Family, pack, crew? Do I finaly have one? Have I asked anything else? The Great Lurker knows that deep inside, from my birth, I havent asked anything else. First time in my life I have felt that... I have roots? People which are -close?-

I coughs blood, I bite my lips
You claim there is nothing new
This time I feel...
Something hovering above my head
The opportunity to change direction

Walk beside me, show light
Please do not let the shadow fall on my footsteps
Keep me on your lap, protect the body
Do not let the freezing wind reach the bones

I think I know what I miss
I want the day and night know each other
I am not afraid to wander alone, yet I appreciate your company
...My sisters...

"Kalma... The death waits, time to hunt!" "Comrade... I asked her to marry me." The Beast smiles, joy in eyes. Kalma, Gareut, outlaw... Too many names. He triest to crush the will and bound of Lifestealer. No effect. "Your only true comrade, hah! He is she... Lass, wench, freak of nature... Not even Myrkul want's -it.- You would do a service for all what is good if you would hack that smiling thing down, Kalma! If it isnt -our- meatshield anymore, it is useless. We both know that. Cant risk anything... It knows too much, it is dumb like a boot, but it can still talk." The ragged wilder and the beast, old comrades, change friendly words. They depart, both smiling. "Did I just loose a comrade, old Friend? Or gain a sister, heh?" The wilder winks at the lazy wolf which is quite busy to eat a rabbit.

The merchant camp, so long it was a home for this exhausted man. Now he risks his life to go in there and meet one of his oldest -friends.- Sound of laughing and clapping echoes in a night. The blind bard, blessed with godlike beauty, entertains the crowd. Some have said that it is a curse that some looses her vision, a curse from the Gods, I think that she sees way more than any of us. "Gareut, what have happened to you?" She asks with sadness in her voice. "Hah ahahahha! You have to be jesting, right? This weakling doesnt even have working eyes!? Throw her on ground, take her if you please, after your choice crush that small head under your boot. Let the blood flow!" Gareut shivers as she touches his hand, shocked by thoughts of Lifestealer. He coughs and says with dry voice; "Erh... Mayby I thing or two too much, eh?" Somehow her company relaxes the ragged wilder, he even smiles fainty.

"Alison... When did we meet first time? It feels that lifetime has gone past." The Jester answers, quite merrily like always, as the outlaw drinks his ale. The grim voice pushes reality way and assaults the wilder mind once again. "Aaaah, this once. We can use this pretty one... Yes, she knows the might. Still like a kid, easy to take control. Prehaps we sell her to Thay, when -we- are done." "...Do you still want that cursed dagger?" Gareut shakes his trying to clear his head. "Aye, I paid the prise." The jester starts to get frustrated with this stubborn pirate. "What if I give something after you get cured, Gareut? Let us help." He smirks. "What might that something be, you dont have anything which I want?" She leans closer and whispers things which would make a sailor blush into his ear, she waggle her eyebrows as she leans back to her seat. A faint red color spreads on his face. Gareuts voice breaks as he says; "W-Where did you learn such things?" The smirking jester lifts her shoulders. "I read books." "So... Even your closest frind is a simple wench. You, dear Kalma have choice your friends well... But, when you think it. She havent talk such things never before. Mayby she wants to get rid of that elf pet of hers? Mayby this is another trap from those damned knife ears, mayby even knights? Norther friends have paid for her? Dont fall in to the pitt filled with spikes...." They throw angry words to each other, The wilder and the Jester. She rushes out from the tavern yelling: " I will save you! Then you will regret that you didnt take my offer!" The wilder says as the door is closing. "...Farewell my sister."
Gareut Wolf-Friend
-Tale of Wilder
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Infamous Captain Kalma Hellstorm - Gentleman of Fortune
On our pillage through the Sword Coast, We sail heartless under the flag of Piracy!

Krenal Vandree - The Black Wizards
I am them!
Gareut
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Knife on the throat
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You hold me up
I am freezing
You try to smile
I am too tired to try
Only yesterday I swore
I do not believe in death
Today, I am afraid of it
I am asking
I ask for more time

Hand into hand...
Then it will be good
I do not notice the touch
I'm numb
This moment is beautiful
And the last
That is what I fear
I am begging
I beg for more time

I know I can not see the spring
I cant surive over the Winter
I just want a moment of warm
A moment of your embrace
I do not want anything more
Only one beautiful memory
I am not going to see the spring
I do not live over the Winter

Even if I met you
I do not regret it
Even a small moment with you is
Priceless
I would have wanted to know
More from you
Somewhere it was decided otherwise
I am demanding
I demand more time!
Gareut Wolf-Friend
-Tale of Wilder
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Infamous Captain Kalma Hellstorm - Gentleman of Fortune
On our pillage through the Sword Coast, We sail heartless under the flag of Piracy!

Krenal Vandree - The Black Wizards
I am them!
Gareut
Posts: 470
Joined: Sat May 08, 2010 2:17 pm
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Re: Lost Son of Hellstorm

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"He's a man who ran away from his past, met the love of his life who, in the end, wasn't fit for a life with him. He got hurt more than everyone would think, of it, and since then he's searching for a reason to live, using the crew as a life support, until something, or someone, heal his bleeding heart."
-Randall talking about Gareut.
End of this tale.

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