Heroist
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Clin Chegver
In yet another dream, he found himself as a fly-exhibit – a living head in a jar, which an unknown, mad Lunarian observed with curiosity. And in another dream, he choked on rotten fruit, drowning in streams of unrestrained vomit mixed with entrails gushing from his stomach. In another nightmare, a huge, black-fingered spider devoured him alive. His body was blown to pieces, pierced by spears, cut by sabers, poisoned, frozen, and turned to stone. Sometimes, the burning pain in the eye socket of his closed helmet forced him to wake up with a morning migraine.
In his youth, he often indulged in philosophical reflections with other Ironclad brethren about the matters of unknown worlds, into the subtle nuances of which we sometimes delve in the depths of deep slumber. He himself then believed that the visions before his consciousness were the result of his alternative lives – other "selves," souls subject to other deities in other spaces than ours. Some acquaintances were curious about his naive, youthful theory, and not surprisingly: each of us has at least once dreamed of plunging into beautiful and bright dreams and never returning to the grayness of the real world.
He himself, however, never harbored such illusions. All his dream "heroes," with rare exceptions, ended very badly, or did not end at all: a sudden morning awakening left another story without a worthy ending. Over the years, hardened adulthood diminished the brightness of the nightmarish colors, and now he plunged into other worlds very rarely, and even then not very successfully – his new imperial life did not leave time for leisurely rest, as it was in his beloved conquered homeland. He even began to miss these theatrical performances with a sad epilogue, which no real performance could replace.
It is difficult to recount how fate led him to serve the imperial princess. Perhaps he decided to abandon philosophy and, in search of improving his physical skills, went on a journey through the world, where he possibly acquired a rare necklace made of the teeth of wild animals. He himself remembers only how he appeared before Her Highness and instantly realized – in the guise of an eternal servant. The latter, however, did not cause him any particular emotions – only a couple of philosophical reflections, which he could use to occupy his mind while working. He became absolutely devoted to her and would go to any of the few things that his unremarkable body and mind were capable of at her command.
Despite this, her person could not arouse any loving, emotional, or physical "heights" in him. In his perception, she quickly became akin to the air we breathe: something ordinary and self-evident in the picture of the universe, which does not cause any emotional outbursts; and yet, without which existence itself is absolutely impossible. Many naive fools desperately declare to their beloved: "I cannot live without you!" But in reality, their life is impossible without air and water, fire and earth. But people have long abandoned these simple natural principles in the depths of their complex spiritual cults, which they demonstratively worship, as if cave barbarians worship wooden totems.
Yes, modern life has become overgrown with complex facets and diverse layers, but its essence has not changed in any way, but has only become many times (and uselessly) more complicated. Fortunately, he now has a job and duties, and his mind can be directed to fulfilling orders and the leisure associated with it. Wield a sword, read a book, and kiss a boot – what more does a full-fledged Human need?..
Origin: Kridear
Belief: Luensian ethics
Profession: Athlete
Skill: Two-handed weapon + Bow I
Curse: Captivity (princess)
Artifact: Anga's Necklace
Experience: 640 (OH 140 next)
Characteristics:
Strength: 11
Endurance: 11
Perception: 11
Agility: 13
Luck: 10
Spirit: 10
Intelligence: 10
Speed: 10
Faith: 10
Beauty: 11
Charisma: 10
Equipment:
Weapon 1: flamberge
Weapon 2: -
Head: -
Body: light armor
Shoulders: brown cloak
Hands: plate gauntlets
Feet: traveler's boots
Accessory 1: Anga's Necklace
Accessory 1: symbol of one of the Kridear havens
Other 1: Common emerald x3
Other 2: Common topaz x3
Other 3: Faceted amethyst x2
Bag with other equipment: I don't know what slaves are supposed to have
In yet another dream, he found himself as a fly-exhibit – a living head in a jar, which an unknown, mad Lunarian observed with curiosity. And in another dream, he choked on rotten fruit, drowning in streams of unrestrained vomit mixed with entrails gushing from his stomach. In another nightmare, a huge, black-fingered spider devoured him alive. His body was blown to pieces, pierced by spears, cut by sabers, poisoned, frozen, and turned to stone. Sometimes, the burning pain in the eye socket of his closed helmet forced him to wake up with a morning migraine.
In his youth, he often indulged in philosophical reflections with other Ironclad brethren about the matters of unknown worlds, into the subtle nuances of which we sometimes delve in the depths of deep slumber. He himself then believed that the visions before his consciousness were the result of his alternative lives – other "selves," souls subject to other deities in other spaces than ours. Some acquaintances were curious about his naive, youthful theory, and not surprisingly: each of us has at least once dreamed of plunging into beautiful and bright dreams and never returning to the grayness of the real world.
He himself, however, never harbored such illusions. All his dream "heroes," with rare exceptions, ended very badly, or did not end at all: a sudden morning awakening left another story without a worthy ending. Over the years, hardened adulthood diminished the brightness of the nightmarish colors, and now he plunged into other worlds very rarely, and even then not very successfully – his new imperial life did not leave time for leisurely rest, as it was in his beloved conquered homeland. He even began to miss these theatrical performances with a sad epilogue, which no real performance could replace.
It is difficult to recount how fate led him to serve the imperial princess. Perhaps he decided to abandon philosophy and, in search of improving his physical skills, went on a journey through the world, where he possibly acquired a rare necklace made of the teeth of wild animals. He himself remembers only how he appeared before Her Highness and instantly realized – in the guise of an eternal servant. The latter, however, did not cause him any particular emotions – only a couple of philosophical reflections, which he could use to occupy his mind while working. He became absolutely devoted to her and would go to any of the few things that his unremarkable body and mind were capable of at her command.
Despite this, her person could not arouse any loving, emotional, or physical "heights" in him. In his perception, she quickly became akin to the air we breathe: something ordinary and self-evident in the picture of the universe, which does not cause any emotional outbursts; and yet, without which existence itself is absolutely impossible. Many naive fools desperately declare to their beloved: "I cannot live without you!" But in reality, their life is impossible without air and water, fire and earth. But people have long abandoned these simple natural principles in the depths of their complex spiritual cults, which they demonstratively worship, as if cave barbarians worship wooden totems.
Yes, modern life has become overgrown with complex facets and diverse layers, but its essence has not changed in any way, but has only become many times (and uselessly) more complicated. Fortunately, he now has a job and duties, and his mind can be directed to fulfilling orders and the leisure associated with it. Wield a sword, read a book, and kiss a boot – what more does a full-fledged Human need?..
Origin: Kridear
Belief: Luensian ethics
Profession: Athlete
Skill: Two-handed weapon + Bow I
Curse: Captivity (princess)
Artifact: Anga's Necklace
Experience: 640 (OH 140 next)
Characteristics:
Strength: 11
Endurance: 11
Perception: 11
Agility: 13
Luck: 10
Spirit: 10
Intelligence: 10
Speed: 10
Faith: 10
Beauty: 11
Charisma: 10
Equipment:
Weapon 1: flamberge
Weapon 2: -
Head: -
Body: light armor
Shoulders: brown cloak
Hands: plate gauntlets
Feet: traveler's boots
Accessory 1: Anga's Necklace
Accessory 1: symbol of one of the Kridear havens
Other 1: Common emerald x3
Other 2: Common topaz x3
Other 3: Faceted amethyst x2
Bag with other equipment: I don't know what slaves are supposed to have
Whatever
Happy Life
