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Name: Morgan, Lucius de, "Sword Master"
Race: aristocrat
Class: sage
Age: ~150 years
Appearance:
Brief Summary: Slightly arrogant, lazy, and sometimes even overly familiar, which is untypical for representatives of his race. At first glance in battle, he seems frivolous and vulnerable, but only to those who have not yet had to fight an aristocrat. He never parts with his katana Yuki, which he handles magnificently. There is a known instance where Lucius won an unofficial tournament of the best swordsmen in the capital of Selentit, after which he was given the opportunity to give several lectures to elite imperial warriors; it was here that Lucius made good connections and earned the nickname "Sword Master." He rarely draws Yuki from its scabbard. Only a few have managed to see "naked" Yuki and remain alive. He trains exclusively in solitude. In addition to weaponry, he is interested in history and mathematics and is well-versed in magic, including enchantment.
Yuki: Besides the excellent qualities of the weapon itself, it deals significant cold damage. They say Yuki is a treacherous weapon. Rumor has it that in the hands of a non-aristocrat fighting with it, it can cause harm at the most critical moment of battle. Before Lucius, the katana belonged to Louis Germain de Funès.
Inventory:
Yuki. A small bag with money and jewelry. A set of throwing stars. A sleeping bag. An expedition diary, a set of ink and quill pens. A flint and steel. Small gold mechanical watch with a chain and a cover featuring a small emerald in its center.
Clothing: In cities, he usually wears an expensive luxurious suit (see fig). With the start of new adventures that befell his long life, he changed into richly decorated pale-green chainmail armor of moderate weight with a dark cloak matching the color of Yuki's scabbard, which provides the Sword Master with good mobility.
Biography:
Lucius and Elizabeth were born into a family of poor merchants. Their family lived during a very difficult time for the Empire. The father of the brother and sister, Kyle the moneylender—a known drunkard and troublemaker in their hometown—was not respected among the townspeople. His business barely sufficed to feed the family. One way or another, the attitude toward Lucius and his sister in the small town was quite cold. Despite this, Lucius managed to receive a more or less decent education by local standards. At 18, he opened his own small shop on the other side of town. His sister was less fortunate and remained to help in her father's store. From time to time, Lucius would come and give his family part of his income, mainly because of his sister and old sick mother, rather than for his alcoholic father.
3 years passed. And so, one cold winter evening, just as Lucius was planning to close his shop, an unusual customer entered. The customer—who, as Lucius determined from his words, was an ancient aristocrat named Louis Germain de Funès—needed a travel watch. Lucius was an educated man and knew about aristocrats, but he had never seen a living representative of this special race standing before him. The aristocrat spotted a unique watch with a superb gold cover and a small emerald in its center, which Lucius kept as his most expensive and best item. He had bought it for a considerable sum at the city fair a couple of months ago from a dark elf in a cloak. His father would never have approved of Lucius buying such an expensive watch for subsequent resale, but Lucius knew that his father did not deserve to reproach him about anything for even a second, not to mention that his father, Kyle, would more likely drink away the saved money. Thinking that he could now significantly improve his mediocre material situation, Lucius was ready to sell the watch to the aristocrat. But, to Lucius's great surprise, the aristocrat refused to pay. In anger, Lucius was ready to draw the small sword hanging from his belt, but the aristocrat stopped him with a gesture. The aristocrat said: "I can give you something more than a simple pile of coins, most of which your father will squander in a bar within a month. I can give you immortality, a superb blade, and a patron in my person in exchange for eternal service to me." Lucius seethed at these words but restrained his anger, understanding where Louis was leading. "I know that you have nothing to lose," the aristocrat continued. "I will not take this watch. You shall bring it to me yourself tomorrow evening if you wish to change your life and leave this underdeveloped town. It shall serve as a talisman for your new life. You will find me on the second floor of the Weary Traveler inn." After these words, the aristocrat turned and left, leaving Lucius in confusion. The offer did not appeal to the freedom-loving Lucius. Such prospects had never pleased him. Moreover, tomorrow was dear Elizabeth's birthday. No, such a thing is out of the question. He would rather give the watch to Elizabeth for her 20th birthday. Yes, that is what he will do.
The next day, Lucius closed the shop early, took the gold watch with him, and hurried to his old home. How long had it been since he saw his family? It seemed like 7 months already. Lucius entered his father's store. Horror reflected in his eyes. Instead of a celebration, he saw a nightmare. His mother had been wounded in the stomach by something sharp; covered in bruises and scratches, she lay dead on the floor. His sister was nowhere to be seen. Standing over the mother's corpse was his father with a kitchen knife in his hands—Kyle—and with a mad grimace, he gazed at the entering Lucius. "Hello, son. Well, how is Uncle Louis? Oh, I see you are surprised. The whole town is already talking about your conversation with that... cursed vampire! Why you?! You are just a wet-behind-the-ears boy, incapable of achieving anything in this life on your own! Well, did you accept his offer? A loser who agreed to voluntary slavery! Die, bastard!" With these words, Kyle lunged at his son, swinging the knife. Unarmed, Lucius did not know where he got this strength from. He easily parried Kyle's attack, knocking the knife out of his hand. He threw his no-longer-young father to the floor, quickly picked up the fallen knife, and plunged it into Kyle's heart. His father lay on the floor pierced by a huge kitchen knife. Lucius looked around. He wanted to go look for his sister, but at that moment two more people burst into the store. They were guards, one of them with a dog. Seeing Lucius in blood-stained clothes and two corpses, they raised their spears. Lucius ran. The back exit. Lucius continued to run. Guards. Lucius hated guards. It was implied that guards were keepers of order, but they always looked askance at Lucius and often made cruel jokes about him. He understood that it was all because of his father's well-deserved bad reputation, but he could do nothing about it. Behind him, the barking of dogs and the shouts of the guard did not cease. Lucius was a decent athlete, but he was already starting to run out of breath. His legs carried him on their own, and finally, he stopped. Before him was that very "Weary Traveler." Seeing that guards were pursuing him from behind, and understanding that he had no other choice, he ran into the building and went up to the second floor.
"So you've come; I knew you would," Louis Germain smiled. "Give me the watch," the aristocrat demanded. Lucius reluctantly handed him the watch. "Take your new weapon," said the aristocrat—"This is Yuki, a powerful ice blade. It will serve you well if you serve me well." Lucius took the katana, and the aristocrat began to recite some powerful spell while simultaneously clutching the watch in his left hand. "The sacrifice has been made. I complete the bloody rite"—this was all Lucius could make out of the aristocrat's mumbling. The small room where they were turned crimson by some mystical light. "Done!" roared the aristocrat. At that moment, the door to the room flew open and those same two guards burst in. "Strange," Lucius thought—"I have never seen the city guard perform their duties so fiercely. Probably something is wrong here." The first guard pointed his spear at the aristocrat, while the second drew a crossbow. Louis grabbed a steel staff with sharp decorated ends. "Back, own nothingnesses, it is time for us to leave the city," the aristocrat shouted through laughter. Louis easily parried the lunges of the first guard, knocked him over, and pierced his flimsy leather armor with a sharp tip using his superhuman strength. However, the second one aimed and shot Louis in the knee. The aristocrat screamed in pain and struck the second guard on the head with the blunt side of the staff with all his might. Lucius understood who would win the duel, drew Yuki from its scabbard, and, taking a deep breath, lunged at the aristocrat and pierced him with the katana. The aristocrat fell backward without making a sound. Lucius ran out of the "Traveler." Surprisingly, he no longer felt fatigue; he reached the outskirts of the city, crossed the river by swimming, and disappeared from sight. No one chased him. Soon, several detachments of the Imperial Guard, summoned by the owner of the inn, rushed to the "Traveler." The guards found 3 corpses, two of whom turned out to be half-blood mercenaries in imperial armor (although they were not guards and had not been seen in the city before), and one aristocrat.
Lucius—or as he now called himself, Lucius de Morgan, after the mythical Selentit scholar and hero Morgan—searched for his sister for 40 years. In the end, he completely despaired of finding her. Lucius settled in the capital of the Empire and dedicated himself to perfecting his mastery of the sword and science.
Race: aristocrat
Class: sage
Age: ~150 years
Appearance:
Brief Summary: Slightly arrogant, lazy, and sometimes even overly familiar, which is untypical for representatives of his race. At first glance in battle, he seems frivolous and vulnerable, but only to those who have not yet had to fight an aristocrat. He never parts with his katana Yuki, which he handles magnificently. There is a known instance where Lucius won an unofficial tournament of the best swordsmen in the capital of Selentit, after which he was given the opportunity to give several lectures to elite imperial warriors; it was here that Lucius made good connections and earned the nickname "Sword Master." He rarely draws Yuki from its scabbard. Only a few have managed to see "naked" Yuki and remain alive. He trains exclusively in solitude. In addition to weaponry, he is interested in history and mathematics and is well-versed in magic, including enchantment.
Yuki: Besides the excellent qualities of the weapon itself, it deals significant cold damage. They say Yuki is a treacherous weapon. Rumor has it that in the hands of a non-aristocrat fighting with it, it can cause harm at the most critical moment of battle. Before Lucius, the katana belonged to Louis Germain de Funès.
Inventory:
Yuki. A small bag with money and jewelry. A set of throwing stars. A sleeping bag. An expedition diary, a set of ink and quill pens. A flint and steel. Small gold mechanical watch with a chain and a cover featuring a small emerald in its center.
Clothing: In cities, he usually wears an expensive luxurious suit (see fig). With the start of new adventures that befell his long life, he changed into richly decorated pale-green chainmail armor of moderate weight with a dark cloak matching the color of Yuki's scabbard, which provides the Sword Master with good mobility.
Biography:
Lucius and Elizabeth were born into a family of poor merchants. Their family lived during a very difficult time for the Empire. The father of the brother and sister, Kyle the moneylender—a known drunkard and troublemaker in their hometown—was not respected among the townspeople. His business barely sufficed to feed the family. One way or another, the attitude toward Lucius and his sister in the small town was quite cold. Despite this, Lucius managed to receive a more or less decent education by local standards. At 18, he opened his own small shop on the other side of town. His sister was less fortunate and remained to help in her father's store. From time to time, Lucius would come and give his family part of his income, mainly because of his sister and old sick mother, rather than for his alcoholic father.
3 years passed. And so, one cold winter evening, just as Lucius was planning to close his shop, an unusual customer entered. The customer—who, as Lucius determined from his words, was an ancient aristocrat named Louis Germain de Funès—needed a travel watch. Lucius was an educated man and knew about aristocrats, but he had never seen a living representative of this special race standing before him. The aristocrat spotted a unique watch with a superb gold cover and a small emerald in its center, which Lucius kept as his most expensive and best item. He had bought it for a considerable sum at the city fair a couple of months ago from a dark elf in a cloak. His father would never have approved of Lucius buying such an expensive watch for subsequent resale, but Lucius knew that his father did not deserve to reproach him about anything for even a second, not to mention that his father, Kyle, would more likely drink away the saved money. Thinking that he could now significantly improve his mediocre material situation, Lucius was ready to sell the watch to the aristocrat. But, to Lucius's great surprise, the aristocrat refused to pay. In anger, Lucius was ready to draw the small sword hanging from his belt, but the aristocrat stopped him with a gesture. The aristocrat said: "I can give you something more than a simple pile of coins, most of which your father will squander in a bar within a month. I can give you immortality, a superb blade, and a patron in my person in exchange for eternal service to me." Lucius seethed at these words but restrained his anger, understanding where Louis was leading. "I know that you have nothing to lose," the aristocrat continued. "I will not take this watch. You shall bring it to me yourself tomorrow evening if you wish to change your life and leave this underdeveloped town. It shall serve as a talisman for your new life. You will find me on the second floor of the Weary Traveler inn." After these words, the aristocrat turned and left, leaving Lucius in confusion. The offer did not appeal to the freedom-loving Lucius. Such prospects had never pleased him. Moreover, tomorrow was dear Elizabeth's birthday. No, such a thing is out of the question. He would rather give the watch to Elizabeth for her 20th birthday. Yes, that is what he will do.
The next day, Lucius closed the shop early, took the gold watch with him, and hurried to his old home. How long had it been since he saw his family? It seemed like 7 months already. Lucius entered his father's store. Horror reflected in his eyes. Instead of a celebration, he saw a nightmare. His mother had been wounded in the stomach by something sharp; covered in bruises and scratches, she lay dead on the floor. His sister was nowhere to be seen. Standing over the mother's corpse was his father with a kitchen knife in his hands—Kyle—and with a mad grimace, he gazed at the entering Lucius. "Hello, son. Well, how is Uncle Louis? Oh, I see you are surprised. The whole town is already talking about your conversation with that... cursed vampire! Why you?! You are just a wet-behind-the-ears boy, incapable of achieving anything in this life on your own! Well, did you accept his offer? A loser who agreed to voluntary slavery! Die, bastard!" With these words, Kyle lunged at his son, swinging the knife. Unarmed, Lucius did not know where he got this strength from. He easily parried Kyle's attack, knocking the knife out of his hand. He threw his no-longer-young father to the floor, quickly picked up the fallen knife, and plunged it into Kyle's heart. His father lay on the floor pierced by a huge kitchen knife. Lucius looked around. He wanted to go look for his sister, but at that moment two more people burst into the store. They were guards, one of them with a dog. Seeing Lucius in blood-stained clothes and two corpses, they raised their spears. Lucius ran. The back exit. Lucius continued to run. Guards. Lucius hated guards. It was implied that guards were keepers of order, but they always looked askance at Lucius and often made cruel jokes about him. He understood that it was all because of his father's well-deserved bad reputation, but he could do nothing about it. Behind him, the barking of dogs and the shouts of the guard did not cease. Lucius was a decent athlete, but he was already starting to run out of breath. His legs carried him on their own, and finally, he stopped. Before him was that very "Weary Traveler." Seeing that guards were pursuing him from behind, and understanding that he had no other choice, he ran into the building and went up to the second floor.
"So you've come; I knew you would," Louis Germain smiled. "Give me the watch," the aristocrat demanded. Lucius reluctantly handed him the watch. "Take your new weapon," said the aristocrat—"This is Yuki, a powerful ice blade. It will serve you well if you serve me well." Lucius took the katana, and the aristocrat began to recite some powerful spell while simultaneously clutching the watch in his left hand. "The sacrifice has been made. I complete the bloody rite"—this was all Lucius could make out of the aristocrat's mumbling. The small room where they were turned crimson by some mystical light. "Done!" roared the aristocrat. At that moment, the door to the room flew open and those same two guards burst in. "Strange," Lucius thought—"I have never seen the city guard perform their duties so fiercely. Probably something is wrong here." The first guard pointed his spear at the aristocrat, while the second drew a crossbow. Louis grabbed a steel staff with sharp decorated ends. "Back, own nothingnesses, it is time for us to leave the city," the aristocrat shouted through laughter. Louis easily parried the lunges of the first guard, knocked him over, and pierced his flimsy leather armor with a sharp tip using his superhuman strength. However, the second one aimed and shot Louis in the knee. The aristocrat screamed in pain and struck the second guard on the head with the blunt side of the staff with all his might. Lucius understood who would win the duel, drew Yuki from its scabbard, and, taking a deep breath, lunged at the aristocrat and pierced him with the katana. The aristocrat fell backward without making a sound. Lucius ran out of the "Traveler." Surprisingly, he no longer felt fatigue; he reached the outskirts of the city, crossed the river by swimming, and disappeared from sight. No one chased him. Soon, several detachments of the Imperial Guard, summoned by the owner of the inn, rushed to the "Traveler." The guards found 3 corpses, two of whom turned out to be half-blood mercenaries in imperial armor (although they were not guards and had not been seen in the city before), and one aristocrat.
Lucius—or as he now called himself, Lucius de Morgan, after the mythical Selentit scholar and hero Morgan—searched for his sister for 40 years. In the end, he completely despaired of finding her. Lucius settled in the capital of the Empire and dedicated himself to perfecting his mastery of the sword and science.