Art by DestoRose.
Corey Larsco.
Yuzas al The Iron Company.
Height: 6,1.
Eyes: Deep blue.
Skin: Tanned.
Hair: Black.
Yuzas al The Iron Company.
Height: 6,1.
Eyes: Deep blue.
Skin: Tanned.
Hair: Black.
"Shêtän." He said to me as I was wiping his forehead with a soaked piece of cloth... I stood up and watched him reach for my hand, the brittle old figure on the bed next to me was clearly getting worse, he knew it, I knew it... I took his hand and I was not ready to hear his last lesson for me. "Shêtân." The words pierced my heart, I knew this could be the last time he spoke to me. He had been sleeping for over a day now, the thought of losing him had clouded my mind for so long now, was this it? Would he leave me? My thoughts were interrupted as he slowly pulled me closer. "Shêtân." There it was again, but this time I no thoughts clouded my mind, I was ready to listen. "In these years you have stayed with me, at my side, loved me like a father and I, you, like a son. I have taught you all I know, and now it is time for you to go out on your own, but before I leave this world I have one last lesson for you and its simple." This was the moment I had been dreading for all this time, not his lesson, not going out on my own, but losing him. "Shêtân, be the man you would want your future daughter to marry." As the last word escaped his lips his hand went limp in mine his breathing came to an end and he laid there with his eyes open, just staring at me.
Maya, my dear Cousin, my best friend, my most trusted ally, after I raised you from the pits where you sought your redemption and peace, you have become one that I will always count to have my back, one that I will never doubt as you stand beside me, protecting those less fortunate from the hordes of evil.
Gareth, an unlikely friend for a man like me, but nevertheless a good and trusted friend, there are very few people I trust as much as I trust this man, but he has earned it over and over again both as an advisor but also as a man to pull me out of the thick when it gets too crazy.
Grock, it is hard to not like Grock, sure he is not the smartest of us all, or anyone really, but his loyalty is unmatched, he always listens, even when he gets distracted by his love for tails... Especially tiefling tails, its actually quite disturbing when you think about it. I suppose no one is perfect.
Zahira, she does what she does out of the good in her heart, I do not agree with her methods, but I can not help but respect it either. Her beliefs and ideals drive her, and that is something that deserves respect. I really hate it when she just appears though.
Ser Fenwick, the old man is an honorable and good-hearted fellow. I have quickly come to enjoy his company and can not help but think back to the days where I was still with my mentor. Ser Fenwick has become a sort of grandfatherly figure for both Maya and me.
Linetheil, the Seer, her who sees but does not get seen. She helped me through a grave pain within myself, and I can never thank her enough for that. Since that, we have become close friends, I think the poem she recited to be is the best way to finish this little bit off.
Gareth, an unlikely friend for a man like me, but nevertheless a good and trusted friend, there are very few people I trust as much as I trust this man, but he has earned it over and over again both as an advisor but also as a man to pull me out of the thick when it gets too crazy.
Grock, it is hard to not like Grock, sure he is not the smartest of us all, or anyone really, but his loyalty is unmatched, he always listens, even when he gets distracted by his love for tails... Especially tiefling tails, its actually quite disturbing when you think about it. I suppose no one is perfect.
Zahira, she does what she does out of the good in her heart, I do not agree with her methods, but I can not help but respect it either. Her beliefs and ideals drive her, and that is something that deserves respect. I really hate it when she just appears though.
Ser Fenwick, the old man is an honorable and good-hearted fellow. I have quickly come to enjoy his company and can not help but think back to the days where I was still with my mentor. Ser Fenwick has become a sort of grandfatherly figure for both Maya and me.
Linetheil, the Seer, her who sees but does not get seen. She helped me through a grave pain within myself, and I can never thank her enough for that. Since that, we have become close friends, I think the poem she recited to be is the best way to finish this little bit off.
I look upon you
I see you.
And I promise, to protect you
From anything you see is worth fearing.
As there is no such darkness,
That exists,
Which my hand cannot ward off.
I see you.
And I promise, to protect you
From anything you see is worth fearing.
As there is no such darkness,
That exists,
Which my hand cannot ward off.