Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

OOC: hey everybody just a note to all who know zach and wonder where i am im taking a temporary leave from bg cause schools back up and its my senior year and its do or die here so ill be focusing on my work to get good grades. i will be back when things have settled down probably at the end of the semester or something but i will be back if anyone needs a reason as to why zachs not around he went on a journy to find himself(of course what that means will be revealed later one day *

anyway ill be going now but expect me back some day again im not dead just focusing on real life stuff and we all know that comes first before anything else :OOC

"Galentine" shivers as a gust of wind blows through the cave. The damp air making his skin clammy stops him for settling in any comfort. He looks out in some longing down the corridor for someone to show up.
Finally a man in a skeletal mask and with a wicked scythe appears from the shadows. He crackles with electricity.

"Galentine" sighed
"Never on time. He's been properly dealt with then?"
The Figure scoffed
" If you're late again with the pay again you can join you're little obsession in the grave."
"Galentine" chuckled...
"You rearranged his quarters too right? And -properly- disposed of the body? Your half-arsed work nearly cost me my head last time. Oh and the book?"
The figure began walking towards the entrance turning back towards "Galentine"
"He's hidden the book..but hey Zacham's away travelling-indefinitely- boss. Look towards the future..."
With that the figure turned a corner and dissapeared into the shadows. "Galentine" gave chase to add in a final word but the man was gone. With that
"Galentine" promised to drink himself silly that night. One less problem to worry about.

*A hooded figure sits in the elfsong and sips at his wine before adding a small drop of some unknown liquid to his drink and downing it. He looks about taking in the familiar surroundings and smirks as he stands and walks out tipping the owner and giving her a wink*

"Never thought id miss this place but...guess after a few travels it is good to be back"

*he walks down more to a room in one of the many inns in the city and settles down to sleep after setting his usual traps and keeps his hand on his dagger. It was good to be back even if people still want him dead*

Zach*currently calling himself Katar Black to avoid any assassians from anyone who still wants him dead after he left and then returned to the gate* sighed as he thought of his life...all his actions his findings and powers...he knew a great many things from his past and his current field of battle and power but no one to teach or reveal it to...and he had no family of his blood no son or daughter to pass on his legacy when he dies.

"Hmm Mir might be a possible canidate she has some very fine hips that are just perfect for children...but then again...hmm"

As he pondered within his dark twisted and at a few times half insane mind trying to decide if he should take a risk he remembers that meri has a whole building full of orphans all being schooled for a new life...why not do his share and teach a little toddler a thing or two of knife fights or sharpshooting do his part for the cummunity.

"Plus i wont have to risk getting maimed or injured in anyway....least not yet"

He chuckles and stretches and begins to plan out a way to find his new apprentice

A small child runs as fast as his little legs can carry him to the Elf song Tavern where our friend Katar*aka Zach in disguise* is enjoying a fine ale. Upon enter said establishment and bothering the thief and cleric Katar takes the note and reads it over once twice....ten times looking for any sort of clue as to give him some insight into who the writer might be and if he decides to meet him any type of advantage.

"Good job son you earned your gold..now ill pay you to bring this message to him*gives the kid a few silvers and a gold coin to make sure he does the job* make sure it gets to him and if you try to cheat me out of this money.....bad things will happen now go"

The child eager to get his pay...and to get away from Katar runs off to take the reply to the requested recepient

Zacham Taylor, former wielder of hellfire, Co-founder of Wretched Hymn, Former Mage, Former Cleric of Ilmater, Bounty Hunter, and Thief.

Aliases: Katar Black, Jarek Frost, Jimmy Flint, and a few others

Zacham sat on his bed in his safe house and thought of the days gone by. Got cursed by a lizard folk curse then have it removed after saving a collection of lizardfolk babies..at the expense that one of his aliases to be wanted and not in a good way and killing off a few Iron Throne soldiers but...well that wasnt much of an expense when it comes to Zach in fact it could be seen as a bonus.

He sighs recalling the few times he revealed who he is...always at candlekeep and at one time infront of Siger, Rith or as he liked to call her Miss Explosive, Siomir and Joan.

"they havent changed much...still so damned annoying and violent and that one elf..bah i dont have time to be bitter best to just avoid them. To many things can go wrong if people find out im alive im in danger...probably in danger anyway. I just got to work fast and hard to get tough enough to survive."

Zach gets up and stretches and checks his supplies of Black Lotus, Blades bane and a few other poisons he likes to keep on hand should he need them.

"Mental note locate Luc and get some information, then find out who posted that hit on me after that....eh ill improvise a third task"

Once he has checked all his supplies he heads back to bed, and after setting the usual traps, allows himself to sleep and to dream. For dreams are one of the few things he has left

Zacham looked at the dagger as the blood dripped down its edge. The low lighting of his lamp gave the blood a certain shine to it. Blood....his blood...blood is both life and death...a thing of multiple purposes and meanings and strange how..hypnotic it is on a sharp blade.

Looking down at his hand he tried to remember what brought him to stabbing his own hand in the first place.

"...oh ya killing this Iron Throne soldiers."

Yes he had killed the men of the Throne and so what...he hated them they sent assassians after him many times and even after killing the one behind it he still held a great deal of hatred to them.

"Assassians are one thing...but telling me to kill children..even if they are lizardfolk kids...aint right by my code of honor."

True he could have handled the situation better....but really...a small part of him was glad they died...only bad part were those damned paladins that had to show up and act all goody goody. Still..none of this was reason to why he would stab his own hand. He thought on it as he set to healing his injury.

"...My purpose and being...my hatreds...im angery at myself.....that is why is it not" He asked looking around his empty room...empty...as his heart...as was his soul...empty

No one to stand by him..to give him comfort...true he had allies but...he was ever alone...allies are good but one is truely alone when one has no one to love....

"It is for the best....i should be dead and yet i survive many things...i will watch the shadows..i will watch those who seek to do harm and i will fight and kill to keep that which i desire safe away from harm...and thus i can say that...i am already dead"

Death...a thing we dread...and yet thinking on it Zacham did not fear it...in fact he had thought of many ways he could die in his line of work...Intrigue assassination and backstabbing..all lead to some very interesting ways to die...

"who would miss me...when im gone.....probably no one...i am a shadow and like shadows...we fade from the mind when its gone..........alone.....alone.....I am Alone."

Zacham turns to his lamp and softly blows the light out and engulfs himself in the quite darkness...He was alone...and yet...something said he wasnt....but then again...when did he ever listen to positive things....

In a unnamed bar down in the cellar the sounds of rough and drunk sailors cheering and screaming for some blood as two men one overly muscular that looks like he has some orc in him fighting with a small lightly muscled man inside a small arena surrounded by a wooden wall. Each man is bare chested and only wearing some light long wool pants. The ground it self is slightly muddy since dirt and sweat and at times spilled beer tend to make that

"GET HIM HIT HIM" Shouts one patron as he chugs his ale down with a loud burp. This fellow looks like he hasnt bathed in a week but then most dock hands are like that

The big muscle man lunged at his smaller opponet with a wild right hook. But Zacham easily dodged it and stuck with a nice chop to the neck causing the big man to tumble a bit form the strike before turning and grabbing zacham's arm and pulling him into a crushing bear hug before smashing him against the wall and then tossing him to the ground.

Zacham shook his head to get the dizzyness out and stood lefting his hands and turning a bit as if to show im alright this is nothing before turning his attention back to his opponet and dodging a full on bull charge and giving a few whacks at the head. The Big man seemed to foresee this attack and turned swiflty to give Zach a hard punch to the face causing the thief to fly off his feet and fly head first into the wall and hit the ground with a thump breathless and dazed. Zacham grabs the railing to help him up only to get punched again while his back is turned. Zacham's eyes are spinning as he is now seeing two Big Men but gets back on his feet and grabs a nearby cloth to wipe the sweat from his brow. Having had enough fun for the day Zacham starts to head to the gate

"Thats it tall dark and ugly...you won congrats"

"Oi we aint done" and with that the Big man spits at the back of zachs head causing him to stop in his tracks and stare for a moment.

'This will not register to an emotional level' Zach things as he turns and walks around the big man wiping the spit from the back of his head with the cloth. Before tossing it a tthe man causing him to throw a blind jab at Zach which he easily blocks before going into a number of swift attacks shattering the mans jaw and cracking a few of his ribs before giving him a heel kick to the solarplexis and sending the man through the gate and leave him unconcious on the ground to which his buddies attempt to help him up.

Zacham walks to the small bar that is set downstairs for the fighters and snags a bottle of some Luskan Black and pops the cork tossing it aside and downs the drink from the bottle as he walsk up the stairs and out of the tavern.

////Just some music i thought suited Zacham.

First his drunk brawling song




And now just some random songs that go with his moods





///i will add more when i find some more hopefully i got this right

///More songs

Zacham delved deep within the mines of the Cloakwood silently making his way past the roaming Batiri and other lonesome creature that enjoyed the dark place...dark...a concept he knew well for his line of work involved the darkness in all aspects the good and bad. Darkness such a misunderstood concept just as good and evil were misinterputed.

"They dont see with eyes as mine and my brother see as a few others see. The darkness is not something to be feared, hated or distrusted it is something to accept and take within yourself and accept it as part of your heart and soul as part of your very being."

Zacham finished slicing a roaming Batiri scout a new mouth somewhere near its voice box and stopped for a moment to bask in the solitude of the shadows taking in all that he was and what made him both the good and the bad. The light and the dark and there was alot of darkness to him.

"No one is free from the shadows of our being...not Meri, not Jonas or Ivaris. Rith maybe but she is to controlled by her emotions to be of any use in the grander schemes and plots of the world. Siomir....a hapless fool who cant understand that no matter how great you are...death is the inevitable destination..that there will be someone to take control of the world we forge.

///continuing the previous post

Zacham delved deeper into the mines helping himself to the gold and other loot as well as ending the lives of a few cave dwellers before returning to the surface.

"They are blind...blind in their peace....there can be no peace in this world..there is only the calm before the storm...they are strong but one day they will face an enemy that cannot be fought with blade and spell. No doubt that enemy is moving past their closed eyes. Vichane....a dangerous one indeed his powers no doubt have grown to full levels of strength...he is cunning...ruthless and smart something they have never fought before...He is perhaps the most deadly villian that lurks within the shadows..."

Stepping out into the night and looking up at the storm clouds that gathered Zacham smirked

"they are blind but i am not...My eyes see what others cannot..that the storm is coming...the tides of Doom are approaching...the rains of fire are falling...soon this entire coast will one day be engulfed by rage...and all will die in the flames"

Zacham looked off to the stars and his smirk faded as he stalked and vanished into the shadows

///darn i lost my song oh well here it is again another song for zacham