Re: Anderick Goodmane
Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 11:44 pm
by MadSeer
Anderick looked at the letter within his hands with disdain. He was almost nauseated he had just written such. An apology, to the Dukes and to the damnable House Wyndsoul. He would rather meet the elves and their swords for this ridiculous "Tolerance is Treason" campaign and beat some well deserved sense and humility in them, but he wasn't the only one in the balance. His dearest Roxanne was believed to have collaborated with the drow as well. All she did was try to make a better man out of Rysdan, but, in her, everyone was seeing a traitor rather than a good soul. If only, he thought to himself, if only he was the only one depending of this letter of apology. Perhaps he would have a bounty on his head, but he wouldn't be alone. He would be waiting for the bounty hunters and the Wyndsoul with his longtime friend and companion, which held a deep hate for these so-called noble elves, and gladly kicked their butts with might and magic. But he couldn't allow to put another's life at risk. Especially not Roxanne's. Anderick would clear his name, but he would, more importantly, clear his girl's.
Most honourable Dukes of Baldur's Gate,
It is with great humility that I present to you this letter of apology for the unlawful actions I have undertaken in the past. I am fully aware of the predominance and importance of the Tolerance is Treason campaign against the vile drow and those whom collaborate with their kind, and it was not with a light heart that I strayed away from it's righteous path. I wish to explain my reasons so that, perhaps, you might understand why I did such.
You have undoubtedly heard of William, the child Illmater Himself had given to Sister Merielle Williams to protect against the evil church of Bhaal. Several months ago, I had heard of a dark elf that could have access to knowledge that would free the child's soul from a powerful demon, and I took it upon myself to collaborate with this drow so that this innocent boy might be saved from eternal damnation into the Abyss. It is with great regret that I now hear of the repercussions of my actions. I did not wish to tarnish the name of the most noble and honourable House Wyndsoul, which has been unrighteously associated with my unlawful dealings. I give them my sincere apologies, as their righteousness is not deserving of such.
My actions, as unlawful as they were, were posed with only one concern in mind: Saving an innocent soul. In my own defense, I have always strived to protect the Sword Coast from the deadly threats it has faced in past times. In the recent siege against the Bhaalist, I gave my sword and put my life on the line to serve the Sword Coast, Baldur's Gate, my friend, Sir Jonas Rokranon, and the greater good of all. I hope that you might find it in your noble hearts to forgive my transgressions.
My best regards,
Anderick Goodmane.
Re: Anderick Goodmane
Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 8:26 am
by MadSeer
"...What did the necromancer look like ?" At the very moment Anderick turned to face the elven mage following behind, a sudden, powerful burst of negative energy hit him on the back of the head. His aggressor hoped to take him by surprise - and that he did - but Andy wasn't so stupid as to go against a necromancer unprepared. The Finger of Death was entirely absorbed by the magical armour of shadows that protected the Eldritch Knight. Andy quickly turned to face his foe, not wasting anytime and unleashing a Crushing Hand on the warrior. The giant fist pinned Drahano to the ground while pressing downward, Anderick took the opportunity to assess his adversary - one he didn't expect. A warrior, clad in a full plate and wielding a deadly, enchanted bastard sword. Drahano was covered by a Shadow Shield, not unlike his own, but something was amiss. The man he was fighting was no wizard and even less a necromancer, but he would ask questions later; "I'm giving you this one chance; surrender now and I won't kill you." Anderick spoke with confidence, but he didn't expect Drahano to break loose of the spell. The warrior promptly attacked Anderick and the mage responded with a Greater Missile Storm. To his dismay, the spell was in vain as the magical energy was absorbed. The casting left an opened door to the warrior and he swung his bastard sword with all his might. Anderick's Premonition ward saved him from being cleaved in two, but it left an opened wound on his chest. He staggered backwards, almost doubling over from the pain, but he swallowed it and prepared another spell. However, Drahano was already plunging forward and he was faster than Anderick. The spellblade felt a searing pain in his side as the acidic bastard sword pierced through.
What happened next was likely a great surprise to the fighter. His sword had gone through his opponent, tearing through flesh and organs, but the fight wasn't even close to an end. A large, grey hand with leathery skin grasped the blade that was still in Anderick's body and effortlessly yanked it out, shoving Drahano backward with supernatural strength. The gaping wound healed of it's own and, when the warrior looked up, he realized the tide of battle might have suddenly changed in favour of his adversary. He was no longer fighting a wizard, but a ten feet tall Cornugon; a Horned Devil. The shapechanged mage leaped forward, starting to claw down with relentless fury. He was faster, stronger, tougher; he was better. Whenever he received a wound, it promptly regenerated, and his claws and bites dealt devastating damage to Drahano. "You don't have any chance, give up!", Anderick still tried to make the man surrender, to no more avail than his previous attempt. The fight then came to a quick end, Drahano was no match for Andy and he was knocked out cold. *Finally...* Anderick thought to himself *What in the Nine Hells was that about...*. His moment of respite was quickly interrupted, another wizard that had been observing the fight addressed Andy.
"-Good job. You fell my bodyguard - impressive. An elven wizard, fully warded, golf clapped at Anderick's victory.
-Your bodyguard ? Who are you, what is this about ? Anderick inquired.
-Oh, a simple bet. Nothing more.
-Hehe, Vauk said you were good. We made a bet; see if I could end you. Drahano had somewhat recovered and he stated the facts rather ... matter-of-factly."
Anderick barely believed it. A bet. Assassins ? Mercenaries ? He would've understood. But a bet ? They tried to kill him for the sake of a bet. It was by far the most ridiculous thing he had heard of, but it was nothing to laugh about. "But now I have to kill you." These words came from the elven mage. Apparently he wasn't happy his bodyguard had been bested, and he was intent on getting retribution. *And here we go again....* The second "round" started with the elf sending a Bigby's Grasping Hand; not the smartest move. Anderick had little problem shrugging it off and charged, clawing, bitting and swooping with his spiked tail. Pyron was protected by a Premonition, but the Cornugon was slowly wearing it out. The elf's magic bounced off of him, until he decided himself to dispel him. Most of Anderick's magic, including his Shapechange, were forcefully removed by a Mordenkainen's Disjunction, which was quickly followed by another Bigby. The giant hand smashed and hit Anderick repeatedly, but he was a resilient bastard; it did a poor job of stunning him. Andy recovered his shield and showed the wizard why it was called the Mage Blocker. A powerful wave of dispelling hit Pyron, leaving him naked as a worm. The Eldritch Knight smirked as he took his sword, a weapon that sent a chilling cold with each hit and waves of magical bursts to evil creatures. It was Pyron's turn to fall.
He was tired, exhausted, in pain. He just wanted to ... lie down and rest, but still, another fight was waiting for him. Drahano had drunk healing potions, he was up and ready for another shot. Using a magical mask, Anderick was hit by another Finger of Death. His Shadow Shield wasn't there to keep him safe, but he endured the negative energy, not willing to die yet. "Come on, prepare yourself!" Drahano shouted at Anderick. Surprisingly, he gave Andy the time to armour himself; he was either a deranged maniac or just a dangerous merc, but either way it was better if Andy stopped him. Exhausted as he was, he equipped his armour and prepared himself for this third fight. Most of his spells were gone and his own armour and shield wouldn't be enough to stop the attacks, so he chose another route. Drahano rushed, blade high, and Anderick used his last spell. The warrior hit the wizard with each swing, leaving him bleeding and injured, but everytime contact would be made, deadly waves of fire would lash out at him. Ultimately, Andy stood victorious, again, and his enemy was left smoldering on the ground.
Our Lady of Luck, Tymora, had noticed and smiled on Anderick's efforts and courage.
((This is my first try at a longer narrative post. I will appreciate any feedback or comment.))
Re: Anderick Goodmane
Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 7:07 pm
by MadSeer
"Come on, you stupid mule! You haven't stopped whining and crying for three days. Three days!" The man gave a hard smack on the animal's butt, trying to keep it on the move. "I'm carrying more weight than you are, get those legs of yours moving. We're close to Beregost, and I didn't loot that necromancer's lair only to abandon his treasures so close. Get. Your butt. Moving." Giving a final whine, the mule reluctantly started to move forward. "That a boy."
The warrior with a spectacular mane followed close behind his mule, his impressive Red Dragon armour carried behind him on a Tenser's Disk. His trusty longsword dangled from his belt, next to his heavy spellbook. After fighting his way out of a few tight spots, several adventures and a trip to Berdusk, Anderick Goodmane was making his way back to Baldur's Gate.