Soul Reaver

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Only dedicated roleplayers join this thread.I hope we'll have a long story and that this story will fascinate you and we'll create new chapters for it.
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I am the Soul Reaver.I was created by the devil to serve in his army in the times of divine wars.After the war I plagued the land of Arcanum for a long time until some elven council sealed me.But now the seal was broken.
I was free again.It was the time of vengeance.
I went up in to the burning sun of the Vendigroth Wastes.My black platemail shined.But that light wasn't like the light of the sun.It was dark.Deadly.Evil...My armor covered in ancient runes which were shining a blood red colour.My whole equipment was made of an ancient metal.The Devil's Steel it was called.
I felt that I was imprisoned for a long time.Arcanum has changed a lot.But still few of my enemies remained.First I had to find a victim so I would new what has changed in this world.I saw a distant caravan.But I was still too weak to teleport so I started running towards it.In half an hour I was near it.It seamed the caravan was made up of magicians and warriors.I unsheated my huge black battle-axe.Then I charged.I sliced about half a dozen of them until they understood what was happening and armed themselves.There was only four of them left.One of the magician pushed me back with his spell.A warrior charged but I eluded his hit.I swing my axe at him but he protected himself with his shield.I saw two more warriors running towards me and the magician was casting some defensive spells.The first warrior tried to hit me again but I repeled his hit.He was stunned for a moment and that was all I needed.One hit and his anoying head was on the ground.I turned to meet the other two warriors and was hit in the chest by a mace.I fell back butI wasn't hurt.This mace was too weak for that.I quickly jumped on my feet and sliced ,the warrior which was aiming to hit me in the head,in half.The last warrior started running but I leaped towards him and hit him in the back.He fell to the ground.Blood was slowly flowing.The magician now had a clear hit at me so he started assaulting me with his weak atack spells.I quickly pulled out my round shield and I almost didn't feel the hits.The mage was exausted.I ran towards him and swinged my axe but the bastard repeled my atack with his staff.We both were blown away by his magic.I slowly stood up.I was still weak.The mage was almost dead.I walked up to him and wringed his neck.Now was the time to feed.I sheated my axe and stood still.The souls started flying towards me.I started shouting.I was alive again!Black clouds gathered above me.Whole caravan was blown away by magic.
From the souls I came to know all the new happenings.I took form of one of the human warriors.I covered my armor with a black wizard's coat.I also took a steel sword.I wasn't ready to reveal my indentity.Yet...
Then I started walking.Walking towards Tarant,the new center of Arcanum.

After a few weeks I was there.Tarant was quite big.There were lots of food here.Damn I was hungry.During my journey I only fed in animal souls.
I stepped in.Probably nobody noticed it but all the ground,trees and mountains in Arcanum shivered...

I WAS BACK

 

Look at my name and you'll see that I'm the real soul reaver :smile:

 

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I only borrowed the name and the main idea from that game but my soul reaver is quite different.
And please no more unrelated posts here.
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I was watching the Sour Reaver tear stuff apart.I was the one who set the Soul Revear free.I am a dark elf. About 5 feet tall and 120 pounds.I have silver hair and I am wearing a golden cape and some scale mail armor.I used most of my magic to fight off the gardians of the Soul Reaver so I could not help him with the caravan.I am holding a magic gem that once held the Soul Reaver so if he turns against me I could just throw it at him and he will be right back where he was.

"So what are we to do here in Tarant?"

 

They call me Daedelus. I won't bore you with the all details of my past. Let's just say that with the miracle of modern technology, even a blown off arm can be replaced.

So what was I doing in Tarant, you ask? Well, quit frankly, I had gotten sick of Payne. Yeah, you heard me right. Payne, as in Franklin Payne, the most well-known adventurer in all of Arcanum? HA!

Half of what he boasts he did wouldn't have been possible if it weren't for me. But of course that glory-hog took all the credit for himself. But anyway, enough of my rambling. I am sure you don't want to hear it anyway. I am an adventurer too. Just like the bastard Payne.

Only problem is, I was getting low on cash. That's why I am here. Big city like this, something is bound to happen soon. And when it does, someone is going to be more than willing to part with a little bit of reward money for their problems being fixed. It was only a matter of time before things went wrong....

 

"I came here to feed.Then I'll go to Quintara to kill that granny Silver Lady and all the other elves there.After the granny comes the turn of the grandpa hahahahahahahahahahaha!You probably don't know but Nasrudin is still alive.I feel him.Well first I need to kill some technologists so I could understand technology.If you have some money let's go to the inn.We'll wait for the night"I started slowly walking towards the inn.There were lots of people in the streets but they all tried to avoid me,doing a big curve around me.Hell,it was good to be alive again.

 

Sitting at an inn close to Tarants Dockside I finished another mug of ale. And the barkeep poured up another. I was finally of that blasted boat.

"Aye, We dwarves aint built for the water ye know."

I said to the barkeep who didn't seem very interested in my statement.
As just stated, I be a dwarf. Kalgor be mi' name, Son of Argyle Frostbeard and prince of the Hammer Clan.
If ye for some strange reason haven't heard of the Hammer Clan, ye're either two rocks short of a full wheel barrow or deaf. We dwarves of the Hammer Clan are the fiercest of our kin. Dwarves of the Hammer Clan are always in search of battle and bloodshed.

I myself was acually doing just that, searching for battle and bloodshed that is. I had travelled from our ancient clan home in the frost covered mountans east of Caladon to Tarant in search of adventure, So that I might return home and be a worthy successor to mi' father as Clan leader of all those who wear the banner of the Hammer.

The ride on the ship from Caladon had been hard on mi' guts. Dwarves are not the type of people who enjoy not having solid ground under their feet, and I had thrown up several times during my voyage.

But now I was finally here, and my search for battle could begin. After finishing this last mug of ale I was going to start my search.

Looking out the window I suddenly saw two strangers walking towards the inn, One was clearly an elf (Blasted tree lovers) The other was more mysterius. I desided to be on mi' guard, these fellows looked like they could be trouble. I checked to see that mi' fine rune covered war hammer was where it was suopose to be and then turned back towards the bar, pondering what to do if things got ugly.

 

We wanted to step through the door but two stinking orcs blocked our way.
"You have to pay a toll!"one shouted in an ugly voice.They didn't seem worthy of being the doormen here so I decided to kill them.
"And what if we don't pay?"I smiled.
They got startled by my behaviour.
"Then you can't pass!"
"Oh really?"I grabbed one of the orcs and threw him to the wall.He fell down to the ground with a busted skull.The other one started running but I unsheated my sword and sliced his head off.I saw that the orc with a now broken skull had a money bag.There was about 100 coins in it.
"Hmmmm...that might come in handy" I thought to myself.
I came through the door,sat down next to a dwarf and said."Two ale"

 

Alright, so I am just walking along the street, minding my own business, really. When I see this dude 'take care' of a couple of guards in front of a building. As I muttered to myself, I wondered why there was never a city guard around when you truely needed one.

Well, I did say it was only a matter of time before something went wrong, didn't I? Looks like I was right, as always.

Putting the hood up on my robes, trying to look indescrete, I walked up to the door. Without those two orc guards, I didn't have to pay to get in either. A gloved hand reached out, taking hold of the door handle, and opening it...

 

I faced to turn the new guest.Nothing interesting.I continued on sipping my ale.
"So how much for a room?"I asked.
"As for you mighty warrior it'll be 10 coins"
"Hmm...it seems I am going to like this place."I dropped the coins on the counter.
"Bartender one more ale!"I finished my ale and started looking around for powerful souls.

 

"Ach, I knew things where gonna get ugly with this chap."

I said to myself, looking at the stranger now sitting beside me.

The new guest that was now entering the Inn seemed somewhat familiar. After all, one does not forget a man with a mechanical arm. Quite a fine piese of techniligy, at least for a non dwarven craftsman.
I desided to wait, And see how things where going to turn out.

 

So, I saw the orc-killer get a room. Well, I ain't the type to rush headfirst into things without knowing whats going on. Made a mental note of which room that guy had gotten.

So I slipped some coins from the pouch attached to my belt. Enough for the room and a bit more, just to make sure the innkeeper would see to it that I had "coincidentaly" gotten the room right next to his.

 

"I am going to slip out for the night.I have some un finished busness with someone.It is my biggest enemy that I have not been able to kill yet, and no I do not need your help."

I left the inn only to run into 5 guards.

"Hey you stop right there!People say you helped kill these 2 orcs."

"And what if I did?"
They then grabbed my arms and took me away.

 

I saw that stupid getting arested but I couldn't leave him because he had the gem.
I ran after him.I slipped through inside.The moron was guarded by two soldiers.They saw me and charged.I unsheated my sword and stabbed it in to one of the guard's heart.The other one hit me in the chest but I was only stunned a little.The guard whispered:"What are you...?"
"I am the death incarnate"I ansewered and sliced his head off.I sucked their souls out and regained my powers.The bars were reinforced with some powerful spell.I started took off my coat, threw down the sword,took out my battle-axe and started conjuring,whispering ancient incanations.The runes on my armor strated glowling brigther and the bars blazed in flame for a moment and then I sucked the spell.
"Mmmmmmmm...that was good."I ripped out the bars,quickly leaped at the stupid elf,knocked him down and took away the gem.
"Know that you are only alive because you freed me."I sheated my axe,took the sword, put the coat back on and silently as before slipped out.I started slowly walking towards the inn.

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Quethim,your posts are short and you show up here rearly and as I said before "only dedicated roleplayers join this thread" so either you get serious or don't participate in the story.Please...
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Alright, so I knew thats this guy had to be up to something. When he left to go save his friend, thats when I made my move. I slipped into my room at the inn. The one conveniently next to this mysterious man's. On the wall separating the two rooms, I rigged up a quick little device that would allow me to peek in there, and listen in on the goings on in the other room without being noticed.

 

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Sorry guys, But I'm going away for about a week, as such I'm not going to be able to contribute to this anymore. Therefor I'm taking my character out of the thread.
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After finishing my last mug of ale I payed the barkeep with 2 dwarven coins of the finest copper.

"There ye are laddy, Now don't ye be going spending all that at ones ye hear?!"

The barkeep looked kinda mad, but took the coins and stuffed them in his pocket.

I desided to retire to my room, and get a good nights sleep before heading out in search of adventure.

* 8 hours pass *

Rising from my slumber I quickly got dressed.I was going to head north. Maybe visit the home of the wheel clan. As I left the Inn, I turned around and shouted for everyone to hear:

"Take care now, Ye bleedin' gutternappers! This ain't the last ye've seen of Kalgor Frostbeard!"

I turned around and shut the door behind me and walked in to the morning sun, and out of this thread.


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"Hey! Give me back that gem! You do not have a clue who I am do you? Well in that case I will tell you. I am the great sorcerer Kingar Bloodbane. I was bannished to the void thousands of years ago and just recently broke out. At my time I was known as the most evil creature alive. Said to beable to beat even you in a batlle. But the void took a lot of my power away from me and I wish to gain it all back and finish what I was going to do before I was bannished. That is why I freed you."

I revealed my hooded face. On my face it showed dark eyes and a dark scar shaped like a star.

"This scar was the sign of my power. It was a lot darken before I was bannished but now it looks like what it did when I first studied the dark powers. I want that gem to help me gain my power back. And I freed you because you were inside the gem and I could only use the power if you were not in it. Or else you could have taken me over."

 

I appeared in front of the master mage.
"So you think that was funny do you?Aiming straight for my scar.Ha!"
At that instant I put my hand to his for head.
"Now I will show you the true power of a sorcerer."
I waited.
"Mabey you would be nice enough to tell me who told you to do that to me?"
I pulled out a dark blade.
"If not you will see this blade coming out of you with your brain on it."