Better than Thyne
Desmond
spent several hours of the moonlight scanning over the parchment found upon the
deceased sorcerer’s attire. After deciphering the note he sat pondering
the meaning and implications of the scroll eventually sinking into sleep. In
the wicker chair at his study, his dreams malformed to Shamus and his
condescending tones and expressions. Moments of the interaction repeated,
each time the expressions increased in intensity. The animosity built to
anger with the passage of the dream loop, and was accompanied by a dark voice.
"In ashes, retribution in ashes," the draconic voice repeated
over and over.
The burning light of the morning sun cast upon
Desmond. He awoke unaware of the
dreamscape of the previous night with an overwhelming desire to pursue Shamus. He tried to ignore the urges deciding to
visit a local engineer to inquire about the workings of the local town
elevator. His visit was short and
unsatisfying as the Dwarven Engineer shrugged him off with distain.
He became overwhelmed with the urges and
soon found himself at the foothills of the Keep silently watching Shamus at his
post. Hidden in a nearby tree line he
spied until Shamus retired from his post and journeyed home. Night loomed upon the guard’s cottage. Desmond sat in silence until whispers of a dark
draconic voice enveloped him, again piercing his thoughts, “IN ASHES,
RETRIBUTION IN ASHES.” Fire leapt from
fingers setting the doorstep ablaze. The
fire pirouetted across the homestead filling the sky with black smoke.
In that moment he was shifted into his
distant memories. His childhood cottage burning, and the fire crackling across
the dry grass field. He felt
remorse. Again, the draconic voice
echoed through his mind, “Retribution.” He
could feel his body morph; he had become the Thynian coin master. As he stepped out of the shadows he could see
several town folk running toward the cottage.
They began to yell at him as Desmond turned and ran into the forest to
hide.
That night, at Ringo Jacks, Desmond lye in
his bed awake. The images of fire burnt
through his mind. Visions of his
mother’s murder and his burning cottage plagued him as well. His body ached with feelings of loss and remorse. Against his better judgment he decided he would
meet with the famous vampire hunter in town and query of the desolation. With
the bombardment of emotions and images from the night before Desmond felt
compelled to pursue answers.
Walking into Sir Ganstan’s chambers
Desmond promptly regretted the decision.
Ganstan could sense his undead half and aggressively began interrogating
the Dhampir. Desmond was taken off guard
and stumbled across his words. Something
compelled him to speak truth of his origins and of his past, which he had never
spoken to anyone. Sir Ganstan advanced
to then accost him and beguile him by calling him an abomination. Telling him he we need to atone for his very existence. Desmond was stunned and speechless, he knew
that he had walked into a perilous situation.
He proceeded to agree to prove himself of value to the paladin by completing
a mission at Sir Ganstan’s beckon.
Great job man!
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