A/N: All these characters are originals from the campaigns that I play with
my friends on Friday nights. Please do not steal them. Thanks. Enjoy! This
fic is also based on all the adventures my group has played with these
characters. I will eventually have a prologue or a quick time line written
out so people can get more into this world and story.
Blessed Champions - Chapter 1
"You say you're a mercenary and you're willing to work for me?" The female replied with a nod while the unusually tall elf looked at her once again "You don't seem to be a fighter. From the look of you, you appear to be a weary traveler." She moved her silver hair from her face, smirked and stared deep into the elf's dark green eyes. "I am not all that I appear to be." The sun shone and gave her blue skin a silver appearance. "Haven't you ever heard the saying never judge a book by its cover? Being a commander, you should have this knowledge. Am I right? I am the same, I may look frail but I am fearless, and will fight anything or do anything even if it means my death." Her deep blue eyes stared at him for moments before he grabbed her hand. "Welcome aboard Mrs. Vixa Ambrodel. I have a mission in mind for you."
Vixa and the commander walked down the streets of the Elven camp. Everyone turned to stare at her since her eyes and ears showed that she was elf, yet her skinned said otherwise. They both entered a huge tent; people were practicing their fencing while others were talking about the upcoming battle. Everyone stopped what they were doing once their commander and Vixa entered. Vixa felt extremely awkward at this moment and refused to show it. "Nathanielesta!" A young elf ran over towards them. He was fairly handsome with his light brown hair and green eyes. He didn't smile nor did he show much emotion towards Vixa. She looked at him, smiled and extended her hand. Their commander cleared his throat and they both looked at him. "Alright, Nathanielesta, you and Vixa here, will go to the nearest human town and gather information on their defenses. You must wear a cloak at all times. If you are discovered it will most likely mean death. Understand?" Vixa nodded, Nathanielesta looked a little confused. "Why would Vixa be put to death as well? Her skin is blue, elves don't have blue skin." "Haven't you ever heard the legends of the Dargonesti when you were young? The fabled elves that live under the ocean, also known as sea elves? That is what I am, I am the first to walk upon these dry lands since the beginning of time. We have never dared to come up to the surface. I only came because I have nothing left down there, which is why I am here."
"Tell me Nathanielesta, why are you working in this army?" She asked the question innocently, not knowing what painful memories of the past she just triggered. "When I was a boy, my village was attacked, by a band of humans. They killed my mother and father. My parents sent me off with a few more children. We rode long into the night before this army found us and trained us to be fighters, rangers and archers. Now tell me why you aren't in the ocean, as you should be" She stopped walking and stared at the ground. Not really knowing what to answer. 'Do I tell him the truth? Or simply say my husband framed me to be with another?' Nathanielesta noticed she had stopped and stopped as well a little annoyed that she would delay their mission.
"My. past? That's something I haven't thought of much in the past century. To be honest I tried to put it behind me.. I was forced into marriage with my rival family. We had 2 children together, twins. My husband framed me for a murder that I did not commit, because of that, I have been banished. I dreamed of going back to get my revenge, but never had the chance. Now that you know about me, please, do not tell your commander." Once she was finished telling her story there was silence for a few moments. "Your children.what are their names? ..." "Damia and Damien." With that said Vixa continued walking down the narrow path which led to their destination.
The sun was setting in the distance as the duo entered the outskirts of the town. They pulled their cloaks over their heads and stood close together. They entered the nearest bar they could find and ordered a mug of ale. They would both whisper to each other while listening in to other conversations about the humans' everyday lives. It was fairly quiet until the cleric walked into the bar. He wore no cloak to hide his identity and wore the medallion of Pelor with pride.
"Elf! Get him!" a human shouted, everybody with the exception of Nathanielesta and Vixa ran towards the cleric. The cleric pulled out his rapier and stood his ground well enough as of now no one has dealt too much damage to him. Vixa nodded at Nathanielesta then charged into battle with her bastard sword held firmly in her hand. Nathanielesta pulled out his bow and started shooting some arrows at the humans. Before the town guards came they had managed to kill a fairly large amount of humans.
"That surely was interesting. Wouldn't you guys say so?" Both men turned towards Vixa and glared. "Vixa, we failed our mission and are going to be killed tomorrow at noon in town square and you call this INTERESTING!?!" "In fact, I do. This isn't the worst thing that's happened to me before. Why are you so worried anyway? We can escape." "Vixa, do me the favor and explain how to me. Last I checked they took our equipment, weapons, armor, everything!" "He does have a point Vixa. We stand no chance, unless you have a weapon hidden under your clothing." Once the cleric mentioned that Vixa's face lit up, "I was going to attempt to smash the bars, but you just reminded me of my dagger!" She started to loosen her pants with the dismay of the cleric and archer. She undid the buckles of her pants and noticed the expression on their faces then started to laugh. "Relax, I'm not getting undressed, it just so happens that they didn't feel for any hidden weapons and I have one on my leg. Let me explain, before I became a mercenary I worked as a barmaid. In order to protect myself from drunks I had a dagger underneath my skirt in the exact area. So now it's there in case I get thrown into jail." She reached in and then pulled out a small dagger, showed it to the guys and grinned.
While Vixa worked on trying to break the lock the cleric attempted to make conversation with the Nathanielesta. "I never got your name. Mine is Aramil Galanodel." The cleric smiled at brightly while Nathanielesta looked away. "My name is Nathanielesta." Nathan answered Aramil without looking at him, instead he concentrated on the moons outside and the stars. "As you can see I am a cleric of Pelor. I walk human lands without a cloak because I come from a place where humans and elves worked together and my goal is to bring peace amongst both races. Tell me, are you two. married?" Nathan's eyes nearly budged out of their sockets. "Of course not! I could never marry her; I haven't even known her for more than a week."
Just then Vixa stopped fiddling with the lock, punched it, and then yelled in pain. Both men looked over at her with confusion. She paced the cell for a quick minute before throwing her dagger hard into the dirt floor.
"Sorry guys I can't get it, nor do I have the patience to continue to try." She sighed loudly grabbed her dagger and sat in a corner and stared out of the small window. The moons were shinning bright and illuminated the room nicely. She noticed something run by the window. Just then the guard standing outside of the room fell to the ground, dead. A small halfling ran into the room and started fiddling with the lock.
"I have no time to explain right now. Hurry up and get out. Before you ask, my name is Asham." The halfling told the trio. He urged them to hurry, but Aramil insisted that he and Nathan grabbed some bones that were lying around and use them as clubs.
Blessed Champions - Chapter 1
"You say you're a mercenary and you're willing to work for me?" The female replied with a nod while the unusually tall elf looked at her once again "You don't seem to be a fighter. From the look of you, you appear to be a weary traveler." She moved her silver hair from her face, smirked and stared deep into the elf's dark green eyes. "I am not all that I appear to be." The sun shone and gave her blue skin a silver appearance. "Haven't you ever heard the saying never judge a book by its cover? Being a commander, you should have this knowledge. Am I right? I am the same, I may look frail but I am fearless, and will fight anything or do anything even if it means my death." Her deep blue eyes stared at him for moments before he grabbed her hand. "Welcome aboard Mrs. Vixa Ambrodel. I have a mission in mind for you."
Vixa and the commander walked down the streets of the Elven camp. Everyone turned to stare at her since her eyes and ears showed that she was elf, yet her skinned said otherwise. They both entered a huge tent; people were practicing their fencing while others were talking about the upcoming battle. Everyone stopped what they were doing once their commander and Vixa entered. Vixa felt extremely awkward at this moment and refused to show it. "Nathanielesta!" A young elf ran over towards them. He was fairly handsome with his light brown hair and green eyes. He didn't smile nor did he show much emotion towards Vixa. She looked at him, smiled and extended her hand. Their commander cleared his throat and they both looked at him. "Alright, Nathanielesta, you and Vixa here, will go to the nearest human town and gather information on their defenses. You must wear a cloak at all times. If you are discovered it will most likely mean death. Understand?" Vixa nodded, Nathanielesta looked a little confused. "Why would Vixa be put to death as well? Her skin is blue, elves don't have blue skin." "Haven't you ever heard the legends of the Dargonesti when you were young? The fabled elves that live under the ocean, also known as sea elves? That is what I am, I am the first to walk upon these dry lands since the beginning of time. We have never dared to come up to the surface. I only came because I have nothing left down there, which is why I am here."
"Tell me Nathanielesta, why are you working in this army?" She asked the question innocently, not knowing what painful memories of the past she just triggered. "When I was a boy, my village was attacked, by a band of humans. They killed my mother and father. My parents sent me off with a few more children. We rode long into the night before this army found us and trained us to be fighters, rangers and archers. Now tell me why you aren't in the ocean, as you should be" She stopped walking and stared at the ground. Not really knowing what to answer. 'Do I tell him the truth? Or simply say my husband framed me to be with another?' Nathanielesta noticed she had stopped and stopped as well a little annoyed that she would delay their mission.
"My. past? That's something I haven't thought of much in the past century. To be honest I tried to put it behind me.. I was forced into marriage with my rival family. We had 2 children together, twins. My husband framed me for a murder that I did not commit, because of that, I have been banished. I dreamed of going back to get my revenge, but never had the chance. Now that you know about me, please, do not tell your commander." Once she was finished telling her story there was silence for a few moments. "Your children.what are their names? ..." "Damia and Damien." With that said Vixa continued walking down the narrow path which led to their destination.
The sun was setting in the distance as the duo entered the outskirts of the town. They pulled their cloaks over their heads and stood close together. They entered the nearest bar they could find and ordered a mug of ale. They would both whisper to each other while listening in to other conversations about the humans' everyday lives. It was fairly quiet until the cleric walked into the bar. He wore no cloak to hide his identity and wore the medallion of Pelor with pride.
"Elf! Get him!" a human shouted, everybody with the exception of Nathanielesta and Vixa ran towards the cleric. The cleric pulled out his rapier and stood his ground well enough as of now no one has dealt too much damage to him. Vixa nodded at Nathanielesta then charged into battle with her bastard sword held firmly in her hand. Nathanielesta pulled out his bow and started shooting some arrows at the humans. Before the town guards came they had managed to kill a fairly large amount of humans.
"That surely was interesting. Wouldn't you guys say so?" Both men turned towards Vixa and glared. "Vixa, we failed our mission and are going to be killed tomorrow at noon in town square and you call this INTERESTING!?!" "In fact, I do. This isn't the worst thing that's happened to me before. Why are you so worried anyway? We can escape." "Vixa, do me the favor and explain how to me. Last I checked they took our equipment, weapons, armor, everything!" "He does have a point Vixa. We stand no chance, unless you have a weapon hidden under your clothing." Once the cleric mentioned that Vixa's face lit up, "I was going to attempt to smash the bars, but you just reminded me of my dagger!" She started to loosen her pants with the dismay of the cleric and archer. She undid the buckles of her pants and noticed the expression on their faces then started to laugh. "Relax, I'm not getting undressed, it just so happens that they didn't feel for any hidden weapons and I have one on my leg. Let me explain, before I became a mercenary I worked as a barmaid. In order to protect myself from drunks I had a dagger underneath my skirt in the exact area. So now it's there in case I get thrown into jail." She reached in and then pulled out a small dagger, showed it to the guys and grinned.
While Vixa worked on trying to break the lock the cleric attempted to make conversation with the Nathanielesta. "I never got your name. Mine is Aramil Galanodel." The cleric smiled at brightly while Nathanielesta looked away. "My name is Nathanielesta." Nathan answered Aramil without looking at him, instead he concentrated on the moons outside and the stars. "As you can see I am a cleric of Pelor. I walk human lands without a cloak because I come from a place where humans and elves worked together and my goal is to bring peace amongst both races. Tell me, are you two. married?" Nathan's eyes nearly budged out of their sockets. "Of course not! I could never marry her; I haven't even known her for more than a week."
Just then Vixa stopped fiddling with the lock, punched it, and then yelled in pain. Both men looked over at her with confusion. She paced the cell for a quick minute before throwing her dagger hard into the dirt floor.
"Sorry guys I can't get it, nor do I have the patience to continue to try." She sighed loudly grabbed her dagger and sat in a corner and stared out of the small window. The moons were shinning bright and illuminated the room nicely. She noticed something run by the window. Just then the guard standing outside of the room fell to the ground, dead. A small halfling ran into the room and started fiddling with the lock.
"I have no time to explain right now. Hurry up and get out. Before you ask, my name is Asham." The halfling told the trio. He urged them to hurry, but Aramil insisted that he and Nathan grabbed some bones that were lying around and use them as clubs.