((Well recently in our Anima campaign my friend is Gming we decided to have a year long time skip, this is a short story of my character, Adrassil what he did during that time. It's my friend's own world he's been making and he has ripped off many, many sources, the place we're based in is basically A Game of Thrones Westeros and a story arc we just completed was a rip off of Berserk, with the Hawks and Griffith. Adrassil is basically a Loki clone, scheming, manipulating and brilliant and for all intents and purposes, a villain if this was D&D his alignment would most likely be neutral evil. I'm having a brilliant time roleplaying him.
Here are his stats
Name: Adrassil
Class: Shadow
Hair/eyes: Brown/hazel.
Level: 3
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Weight/height: 60kg/1.75m.
Appearance: 9
Size: 14.
AGI: 11 (+20)
CON: 6 (+5)
DEX: 10 (+15)
STR: 8 (+10)
INT: 9 (+10)
PER: 9/10 (+10/15)
POW: 9 (+10)
WP: 7 (+5)
Life points: 100
Fatigue: 6
Movement: 11
Attack: 100, Dodge: 160, Wear Armour: 10
Armour: +5 complete leather
Weapon: +5 long sword.
Initiative: unarmed: 125/with long sword: 115
Advantages
Re-roll: appearance 1
Jack of all trades 2
Starting wealth 1
Quick reflexes 1
Acute senses 1
Disadvantages
Addiction: smoking
will not hurt a child
Slow learner.
Special abilities/modules
Training: longsword and training Rapier.
Martial arts: Jeet Kune Do (just has same as Kung Fu in the core book)
Secondary skills
Acrobatics: 45
Athleticism: 65
Climb: 40
Jump: 30
Ride: 30
Swim: 30
Composure: 25
Feats of str: 20
Withstand pain: 30
Notice: 80
Search: 80
Track: 20
Intellectual all skills are 20 except for navigation which is 30
Intimidate: 15
Leadership: 40
Persuasion: 40
Style: 30
Disguise: 45
Hide: 50
Lock picking: 25
Poisons: 20
Theft: 25
Stealth: 70
Trap Lore: 20
Art: 30
Dance: 30
Forging: 25
Music: 20
Sl. of hand: 40
Here's a picture I drew of him.
As after the events of the story here is his Ki abilities
(he also gained a level in Martial Mastery because of his training in that year's time)
Use of Ki
Ki control
Presence Extrusion
Aura extension
Use of necessary energy
Ki concealment level 88
Elimination of necessities
Physical Dominion
Age Control
Here's what I've written so far, enjoy!))
Delreg paused as he walked the corridor, glancing over his shoulder as he heard a cry from further inside the house.
Giggling, the boy Benjamin appeared from around the corner, running with reckless abandon toward Delreg, following him was one of the house servants, Salmi.
“Come back, Ben!” yelled Salmi while she attempted to lung and grab him, but missed.
“Can’t catch me!” laughed Benjamin and Delreg couldn’t help but smile, somehow the boy had acclimatised to his new environment already, much to his surprise. He was a good kid, well mannered and nice. Sure he played up but that was expected, with one so young.
“Ben!” Salmi growled. “Get back here!”
“Nya! Nya! Nyan!” Ben said back.
“Benjamin!” bellowed Delreg, causing the boy to slide to a stop suddenly.
Ben looked up at Delreg, eyes wide, Delreg towered over the boy, standing at a bit over two metres tall, Delreg was a monster in half plate and would have been ugly even before he received the numerous scars on his face as he glared down at Ben, who quaked in fear.
“Y-yes mr Delreg!” stammered Benjamin.
“I am sorry master Delreg!” cried Salmi.
Delreg didn’t reply he just looked grimly down at Ben.
“Good job young, Benjamin,” said Delreg as a big grin split his face. “Keep out manoeuvring her and one day you might just me!”
Suddenly Delreg’s arms shot out and he grabbed Ben, who let out a high pitched yell as Delreg lifted him up and handed him to Salmi.
“He is too quick for you, I see,” said Delreg.
“He is too quick for all of us servants, milord, my sorries. M-may I ask you a question milord?” said Salmi.
Delreg nodded.
“W-why did the master take him here?” she asked, as Ben tried to struggle against her grip.
Delreg smiled, she must have spent a week trying to gain the courage to ask him that. “I cannot tell you much Salmi, but I can tell you this…”
“W-what milord?”
“Guilt,” he answered bluntly.
“G-guilt?”
“Guilt, young Selmi, that is why. Take the boy back to the lounge, we will take him out for a walk later today.”
“Yaay! A walk!” cried Benjamin. “B-but mr Delreg, has mr Adrassil found my dad yet?”
“No, I’m sorry, young Benjamin.”
“Ohh! I like it here, but I miss my dad.”
“I know you do, he will find your dad, don’t you worry.”
“I hope so.”
“Let’s head back, Ben!” said Selmi as she turned back and walked down the corridor.
“Bye mr Delreg!” yelled Ben.
Delreg waved goodbye, turned and entered through the door into the house’s porch area, it was summer midday in Kingsley and the sun was pouring through the windows.
Young Jallac sat guard and as he turned to see Delreg enter, was now standing.
“Ser Delreg!” he yelled.
“At ease, Jallac,” said Delreg, Jallac was a plain faced eighteen year old and the newest addition to Adrassil’s little mercenary group. Armed with a simple spear and shield and wearing leather armour. The boy was enthusiastic and idealistic, a bit overly so in Delreg’s opinion he also worshipped the floor which Delreg walked. Jallac had once worshipped Adrassil, but their leader was barely ever at the house and when he was, he usually had very little to do with his guards. Well, except for Elandria, Adrassil was always having everything to do with her.
Delreg couldn’t help shrug to himself, and with that fine piece of ass working under him, who can blame Adrassil, really?
“Sir Delreg?”
“Sorry, Jarrac, was just thinking, about stuff.”
“Of course, sir” said Jarrac, shrugging slightly. “What is on the agenda today, sir?”
Delreg sighed, “the usual, as I’m sure you know Adrassil and Elandria have wandered off somewhere, don’t know where, he never tells me anything, anymore, chasing one of his “errands.” I think Rotasia is following our guest and our other guest is in the attic meditating. You and Fevost just need to keep guard like you always do. Hopefully Adrassil will come back soon and have something else for us all to do.”
“May I speak frankly, sir?”
“Go ahead, Jarrac.”
“I-I have found it interesting the guests we have had lately, the first oriental with that utterly magnificent sword. Then that lord sir, Rob. That archer with that beautiful bow, who was from beyond the wall. The Benjamin child and now that second oriental who practises martial arts like sir Adrassil. All of them are so strange, so interesting. All so incredibly strong.”
“Yes, what is your point, Jarrac?”
“I was wondering, why so many under our roof? For what purpose?”
“Why do you think? We’ve made many, many enemies over the past week or so, they are there simply for protection and to cover the more subtle talents us simple guards do not possess.”
“Do you think we can trust them?”
“No,” said Delreg without hesitation.
I do not even think we can trust Adrassil anymore,
thought Delreg,
he is just getting more and more paranoid, he may even start distrusting Elandria, soon.
The sudden knock on the door caused Delreg and Jarrac to start.
Jarrac answered it, “hello, how may I help you?”
Immediately, Delreg saw the person at the door was no one to mess with, he wore a black long cloak and was as pale as Adrassil was. His long black hair was tied back into a ponytail. He was handsome with thin, feminine features and grinning a disturbing, bright white grin that seemed permanently plastered there.
“I wish to meet with the head of the household, please,” said the man, his voice almost sickeningly lispy.
“I’m afraid that he isn’t here at this point in time,” said Delreg, trying to sound not too antagonistic, something about the pretty boy just rubbed him the wrong way.
“Oh, that is a shame a true, true shame, indeed. I was truly wishing to finally meet the infamous Adrassil first hand. I have heard he was directly responsible for the death of Griffith, the legendary leader of the Hawks, is that true?”
Delreg barely held back his shock and Jarrac glanced at Delreg, wide eyed.
“No, no that isn’t true, that is a lie,” said Delreg, after clearing his throat, they had done their best to cover up their responsibility in Griffith’s assassination and the destruction of his mercenary company directly after. Adrassil was determined to allow the Hand of the King that glory, how did this freak know the truth?
“What is it that you want?” managed Delreg. “We can take a message or you may return later when he is here.”
“Oh, oh that is no matter,” said the man. “I did not think he would be here in the first place, in fact I knew he would not be here, just please would you give him this…”
The man took a small envelope from inside his cloak and handed it through the door to Delreg while Jarrac visibly stiffened.
Delreg, not taking his eyes off the man took the envelope and quickly examined it, there were no discernible markings, nothing, which did not surprise him at all.
“So, you are finally calling him in, I see” said Delreg.
“Indeed,” said the man. “I see you are indeed smarter than you look.”
Delreg smiled, though it held no warmth, “I get that a lot, I take it as quite the compliment.”
The man smirked and nodded, “fair thee well, Delreg, Jarrac.”
Then he turned and walked away.
At times like this Delreg wished Adrassil kept at least one person skilled in the stealth arts here so he could have had that strange man followed, but he doubted even Adrassil could have tracked him.
“Who was that?” stammered Jarrac. “How did he know our names?”
“That man, works for them,” said Delreg, seeing that the boy had a thousand other questions boiling to the surface and was glad that Jarrac refrained from asking them.
“Who?”
“Our real employers,” answered Delreg, shaking his head, Jarrac was not the brightest of the bunch.
“The Blackreach Company.”
They were now, according to her very rough calculations, about a kilometre underneath the capital, Kingsley. The instructions on the envelope had led them deep into the lower east slums, to an old abandoned building and a secret entrance in its basement. Which led to a staircase which just seemed to descend and descend until they found this long, wide dark dank tunnel which also seemed endless.
Adrassil stopped, sighed, slid a cigarette from the pocket in his jacket and slipped it between his teeth, lighting it with his flint and tinder with one swift, practised movement.
“What? Is that the tenth since you received that summons?” said Elandria, the attractive redhead walked alongside him, her arms folded across her chest and a slight smile on her full lips.
“Hmm perhaps, I have not bothered to keep count,” said Adrassil. “I have better things to do with my time.”
“Well, apparently I do not, and I can assure you that is your tenth, nervous are we?” said Elandria slyly.
“Hmm, now I know you can tell that just from my Ki aura, Elandria,” said Adrassil, smiling slightly as he clasped his hands behind his back. “But sure, I will admit it, I am, a little.”
“They are the elders, Ad. Amongst the highest leaders of the company, you are right to be nervous,” said Elandria. “Have you ever met them before?”
“No,” said Adrassil. “I have not, El. When I was under master Glaitis, she would meet them on many occasion but I never accompanied her, she never allowed me to.”
“Unlike you, allowing me?” said Elandria. “Why I am oh so honoured. Do you think they will approve of our exploits?”
“I am not sure,” said Adrassil as he started to walk again and their footsteps began to echo through the cavernous corridor. “Griffith was very much a potential threat to us and the organisation, but as far as I know, he had no contract out on him at the time and they may have had an agenda for him already. So your guess is as good as mine, El.”
Elandria sighed, “Griffith was a huge threat, easily the strongest Ki aura I have ever encountered I am just glad your plan worked out so well.”
Adrassil grinned broadly, “as am I, El. As am I. As Glaitis once taught me; ‘sometimes the most simple of plans, are the best of plans,’ and that was an example of that.”
Elandria nodded, over the past few days her and Adrassil had searched all over Kingsley for any remaining members of Griffith’s army. In particular were his lieutenants; Judeau and Pippin, who had both gone unaccounted for during the massacre. So far they had found nothing, much to Adrassil’s choler.
He wouldn’t even assume their deaths until he saw their bodies, or at least their severed heads
They both knew killing Griffith and especially in such an extremely dishonourable way had potentially made them many enemies. They had fought their way out of the camp and escaped but still a few of the guards who witnessed the murder, could have survived to spread word of it.
They also knew that the five hundred man force Griffith had camped outside the city was only a third of his total force, there were another thousand or so spread all over the country. That were a thousand potential angry, vengeance seeking enemies for them to contend with.
The thrill of his victory was gone for Adrassil, now replaced with rampant fear and paranoia.
As they walked Elandria discreetly eyed Adrassil sidelong, he was a very handsome man, his jawline strong and his red lips contrasted strongly against his extremely pale skin. His long, brown hair was always slicked back and although being twenty four, he still looked in his late teens. Only his grim ‘seen it all’ gaze gave away his true age. He wore brown, green with gold trim masterwork leather armour and slung over his shoulder was his long sword, which was of simplistic design but of extraordinary make. He had spared no expense on his armaments.
Elandria admired him, respected him, he had ambition, true ambition and she truly believed he had the ruthlessness, strength and intellect to see it through.
“Yes Elandria?” he said without looking, while slipping out his cigarette between index finger and thumb then exhaled smoke. “What is it?”
Elandria smiled and shook her head, “nothing, nothing.”
His instincts were almost as sharp as hers, despite not knowing any Ki techniques.
“Uh huh,” he muttered. “Check our surroundings, please.”
“As you wish,” she said, inhaled strongly and extended her Ki sight outwards. Ignoring Adrassil’s strong Ki presence she gazed further down the corridor than normal sight could ever see.
“I see two quite strong Ki signatures at the corridors end,” she whispered in his ear. “The guards to the elder’s sanctuary, by the looks of things, they seem relaxed, but ready.”
“Stronger than you and I?” asked Adrassil, placing his cigarette back in his mouth and again clasping his hands behind his back.
“Not from what I can see, their strengths seems to rank that of the average soldier.”
“Hmm,” murmured Adrassil, musing his finger and thumb on his thin chin. “They may be hiding their true strength, I doubt the elders would have anything less than the strongest guarding them and we both know of the organisation’s aptitude in Ki abilities.”
Elandria nodded, she knew of the Blackreach Company’s affinity for Ki techniques was far more advanced than any other organisation this side of the sea, it was used more in the oriental lands to the east. Yet, she had not learned her martial knowledge from them, but from her father when they used to hunt for food together in the northlands. Her father was self taught and had taken decades to learn what he had now. Elandria wondered how he was, she had not seen him since she had left south, five years ago now.
“Can you see anything further?” Adrassil whispered. “See any more auras beyond them?”
“No, nothing,” she said.
“Hmm interesting, keep an eye out, see if you see anything more once we get closer, although I doubt you will.”
“As you wish,” she said and they continued on in silence.
They approached the large, lit black stone double doors, every so often Adrassil would glance over his shoulder at her and each time Elandria would shake her head. She also kept an eye on the two Ki auras on each side of the doors, who stayed completely silent and still.
Only once they came about four metres from the end of the tunnel, did the two guards choose to emerge from the shadows to greet them. Both wore ornate, black, half plate armour with silver trim, their faces hidden beneath silver, disturbingly detailed death masks and held scythes.
Adrassil and Elandria shared a glance. Adrassil smirking, shaking his head and rolling his eyes in contempt, which caused Elandria to grin widely.
“What are the words?” said one of the skull masks, although Elandria could not tell which one. His extraordinarily deep voice echoed unnaturally in the dark, dank tunnel.
Adrassil bashed his chest with his fist and said, “none escape the reach of our wrath.”
“You are Adrassil,” one stated, although it seemed to Elandria now they were both speaking as one.
“I am,” said Adrassil, his soft voice practically silent compared to the guards’. “And I have been…”
He paused and grimaced very slightly.
“Summoned…by the elders, to meet them at this location, time and date.”
“You have,” the skull masks confirmed and both their heads then swiveled slowly to Elandria, “and you are Elandria, Adrassil’s allowed confidant to this meeting and lover.”
Elandria despite herself found felt her face flush red.
“W-well I uhh.”
“She is,” said Adrassil, clenching his jaw in annoyance.
They both looked back to Adrassil, making him flinch in discomfort under their black eyed scrutinization and Elandria could not help but wonder: were they actually masks?
“She is,” they said. “You are allowed entry.”
“Thank you,” said Adrassil, glaring at them under a hooded brow. “Thank you ever so much.”
Then Adrassil began to approach the doors, but was forced to stop as their scythes suddenly crossed together in front of his face.
“Remember, you are about to stand upon sacred ground,” they said. “If you even think of spilling blood, no force in this universe nor any other can save you from our wrath.”
Adrassil grinned and shook his head, “that is the thing though, nothing in this universe nor the next is sacred, not you, nor I, and especially not this s**t hole and you are a fool to believe otherwise.”
For a good few seconds, the two skulls just stared at him impassively before eventually withdrawing their scythes.
“You have been warned.”
“Threatened more like,” corrected Adrassil as the doors began to grind open, seemingly on their own. “Come Elandria, we have withered old fools to humour.”