Post by Vex Amastacia on May 11, 2017 9:21:54 GMT -5
Yeah don't worry, Vex is easier to remember than the elvish for "Thirteenth Silver Son of the Starflower". Well what can I say? I come from a Hamlet west of Cinderfall called Misthaven. You've well. . . you've likely never heard of it. My father, Kaelris Fohrmorian Amastacia, was the Huntsmaster and my mother, Nylari Karienne Amastacia, was the town Oracle. I learned everything I could from my dad, while my little sister learned from our Mom.
The Amastacias, my father's side of the bloodline, are monster hunters. For more than 20 generations they have hunted monsters twisted and corrupted by magic as members of the Urthgard. It's who we are.
Hrmm? Why am I here in this literal hellmouth we call home? Well that's where things get. . . not so fun. My father and his two hunting companions were tracking a beast that had been killing livestock, and well. . . it turned out to be a werewolf. My father's companions were killed and he. . . he turned. If you ever wonder why I get a little crazy when I square off with abberant beasties that's why. I hate them. I've been studying them for three years now, tracking my father the whole time. The trail lead me here, and now this whole business with the Black Rose dirtbags and their werewolf leaders. . . I'm getting closer I'm sure of it.
I'm going to find Vulgin, and beat whatever answers I can out of his smug damnable face. Whoever or whatever the hell this Lykara thing is. There HAS to be a connection. . . right?
Huh? Oh yeah, My dad. . . I don't know how far gone he is now, but if I can, I'm going to save him. If I can't. . . I'll put him to rest, send him to the Great Hunt to be with our ancestors in the Great Hunt. . . My father was a good man, and for a man like him a life as one of those F***ing monsters is no way to live.
Yes. I'm sure I'll be able to do it if it comes to that. If my father is so far gone that he must die, then I will be the one to end his suffering. I steeled my nerve to that fact a long time ago. If I couldn't do that, I would have failed him not only as his apprentice but his SON.
Though I don't think I'll be able to do it alone. . .
Sorry, I-uh. I got off track, haha, I think I need some fresh air. . . We'll talk more later. . .
Vex stands from the table, dons his cloak and his blades, and walks outside, looking pensive.
The Amastacias, my father's side of the bloodline, are monster hunters. For more than 20 generations they have hunted monsters twisted and corrupted by magic as members of the Urthgard. It's who we are.
Hrmm? Why am I here in this literal hellmouth we call home? Well that's where things get. . . not so fun. My father and his two hunting companions were tracking a beast that had been killing livestock, and well. . . it turned out to be a werewolf. My father's companions were killed and he. . . he turned. If you ever wonder why I get a little crazy when I square off with abberant beasties that's why. I hate them. I've been studying them for three years now, tracking my father the whole time. The trail lead me here, and now this whole business with the Black Rose dirtbags and their werewolf leaders. . . I'm getting closer I'm sure of it.
I'm going to find Vulgin, and beat whatever answers I can out of his smug damnable face. Whoever or whatever the hell this Lykara thing is. There HAS to be a connection. . . right?
Huh? Oh yeah, My dad. . . I don't know how far gone he is now, but if I can, I'm going to save him. If I can't. . . I'll put him to rest, send him to the Great Hunt to be with our ancestors in the Great Hunt. . . My father was a good man, and for a man like him a life as one of those F***ing monsters is no way to live.
Yes. I'm sure I'll be able to do it if it comes to that. If my father is so far gone that he must die, then I will be the one to end his suffering. I steeled my nerve to that fact a long time ago. If I couldn't do that, I would have failed him not only as his apprentice but his SON.
Though I don't think I'll be able to do it alone. . .
Sorry, I-uh. I got off track, haha, I think I need some fresh air. . . We'll talk more later. . .
Vex stands from the table, dons his cloak and his blades, and walks outside, looking pensive.