Shiv Shadowsong

[Product of Void]

During the storm something bright flashed on the boat, steam an heat followed. As the captain looked over he saw a man standing there stark naked.

"Who in the nine hells are ye?"

*looking at his hands and inspecting himself, the man grins then laughs*

"Now no funny business fella..." Voice a little shaky.

"hmm? ah...heh.. Why a water sprite of course.. Tired of swim'n decided ta hitch a bit."

"water sprite? *rubs chin*....why you naked then?"

"Was get'n ta know ya cabin boy. *smiles*".

With an utter look of disgust the captain starts shaking his finger ready to tell this thing to get off his ship. After the captain figured out this strange mans sense of humor he agreed to what was offered. Free ride for working with the crew, along with a set of clothes, and a few coin if a good job is done.

After becoming not so naked, the man was known to work hard at his task yet when not working he enjoyed sparing. He seemed to get along with the crew, though avoided giving his name.

Once at port the crew wished him a good Farwell only one of them realized they did not know his name after he was out of sight.

Smiling wide, his walk was cut short by port authority asking him questions.

"Who are you?"

"My a fine question, who tis anyone..*grins*"

Once it became noticeable he was going no where until he answered, he shrugged. "Call me Shiv....Shiv Shadowsong".

As the man scribbled down the answer he asked his business in town. Only to realize Shiv was standing beside him looking over the paper work.

"hmmm.. ya donna have a box for it..."

"Sir just tell me will fill it in'.

"ah...well tis simple. Revenge, Destruction, and putting every woman, man, and child in harms way to end a being of the abyss's existence."

"uh huh...a funny man eh? how about I put personal growth. A few folk kicking your funny ass should help".

Shiv, nodded his approval then started to walk away then turned to ask one question.

"I be enjoy'n the bath but twould like to know were the nearest desert tis 'round here?"

A peasant jested him about his question, assuring him only rain, rain, and more rain.

"....one hell to another..".

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""ah, ale I missed ya...."

Drinking alone in a tavern Shiv was careful to cover his shield. It seemed folk assumed he was some priest due to a shield’s emblem. One of many temples that need to fall in his view.

Seems one lad is the kind of scum he can depend on. At least scum is truthful in what they are. Unlike that liar in scale mail, some priest of another worthless faith.

"Some times you can not silence the voice of a god". The words echo in his head.

"aye...though never heard em speak'n...only daft priest. An for each one that falls tis just more to rally ta a useless cause...nay tis when em broken an given up em help show folks the way." Spoken to no one yet aloud, punctuated by downing more ale.

"bah, I waste'n time...em depend'n on me an tis better things ta do".

With an order of a loaf of bread, he left the tavern. As he walked down the street he noticed a child begging, two swift motions he tossed the loaf and a few stags at the kid hardly slowing his walk.

"aye...though see'n tis free might as well 'ave a few laughs."

Pulling the cloth off his shield the sign of the lady of Red is shown.

"Let 'er be known I am the paladin of drink'n an whore'n...follow me ta a better life."

*laughs*

[Product of Void]

*warning shiv is a twisted, and wrong character most likely this story will be disturbing*.








Twisting another needle to get a shriek he grinned then sat down to have an ale. The poor creature fought for breath while twisting at the pain each inhale gave. While it hated its master, as everything the knowledge of its masters death would lead to its own was its main source of obedience.

“sorry worthless…twas a bad day…or was it? *shrugs*…either way figure ya gonna entertain me while I ponder tings a bit”.

Stroking his chin while sitting on a nearby stump in the woods he glanced at his familiar then went back to his thoughts. A drop of rain lands on him which makes him curse and throw another dart at “Worthless”.

“heh…rain never stops in this hell…no wonder folks get lost in it like that daft lass…seemed a noblewoman probably faint if’n got a speck of dirt on er…heh…cares for folk..em only care that folks see em as the type who care…dunno who em help’n nor know how ta…only how ta make others feel nice an make folks look up ta em….”

*laughs and pulls the needle out of worthless*

“pity ya dinna see that fancy lad em almost wet emself when I offer’d em an adventure em never forget….heh…even the gnome ran off see’n em think me mad..’course tis how I like it…let em see what em see truth tis nice for me ta know an em ta find out ta late.”

*kindly pets his tortured familiar then pulls out the rest of the needles giving it a healing potion and shoving it into a bag on his hip*.

“aye…I figured twas help need’d for er task but dinna need er did I? *looks at dagger* gobbie chief, Gnoll chief, Bandit leader, and a few others got er just us heh..”

*taking an flask he pours out half the ale and pours in water, with a grin he walks back towards the road*.

“lets see what other friends we make…maybe buy someone an ale…*chuckles* “

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Sitting in a tree off in the woods Shiv mused over the past few days. Drinking water from an ale flask as usual, the quill on the paper moved to his thoughts.

“heh..need ta tell em outa town a bit while I seek what I be need’n. em should like the list ta”.

*looks over to the paper, it says”

Found Cirion as I guessed his rumor of undeath was as I figured a scorn lover spreading tales. A fancy lad who wears red, he is often seen with a few woman around him. Possible escorts he hired, or bar flies following him about hoping for him to take their clothes and them to get his coin. He seemed a bit taken back when he realized I would kill him if I found he was undead unconcerned about any further facts.

Osclow seems to be teaching Cirion, spell sword or some such. Never heard of it which makes me wonder if the fancy lad is learning to study arcane, or just paying for a fancy sword to hang on his wall. He is also the law man who bribed us to look the other way, when on the road.

Peridan is one I would like to see a head on the wall, I think I will call him patches due to his eye patch. I have seen him two other occasions, both times I wonder how often others have sought his demise. He seems military or at least a want to be military, with disdain for what he considers others as ordinary adventures.

Hano I met briefly he is some armored tin can, a pretty boy with a big sword. Seems he has poor eye sight and a hin who annoys him by logan. Possible another law dog, Peridan had to put his jaw back in his face when he saw him.

Logan from what I could gather is a rather capable scum. Wanted for murder it seems and able to disappear while being stared at. We might like him if everyone can keep their blades sheathed.

I have been missing due to looking for a diviner to get the stone moving. Time to say hello to a few old friends and try to pay back a debt.

*with a chuckle shiv rolls the scroll and hands it to his familiar*

“worthless go give er ta em”

As the familiar flies off he loads a pipe and smokes then takes out another scroll letting it write the words he thinks while he stares off.

*scroll reads*

Dear thayan's

I have seen your display of power in sundren, the portal, statue, and such. Leaves me pondering little the magical might you hold, though I wonder if you also posses such skill in divining. So I give this little vial as a test if you can find me perhaps you can assist in a job I have. Hopefully something of intrest an minor effort on your part required. Only two tasks I require, both I prefer to speak in person about, along with payment. Though for the concept of the second part you might might spark more intrest then want for coin.

*unsigned*

Shiv grins then rolls it up pouring a little wax on it to hold it then cuts his finger bleeding into a vial. He then takes the rolled up scroll and puts it into a container with the vial of his own blood. Waiting for worthless to return for another task.

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Sitting in a tree Shiv chuckles, actually petting his familiar that makes an odd purring noise. In an usual good mood, usually means something bad has happened.

“ya know worthless em thayan’s seem ta only respond ta blunt notices probably mad wit power an low on wits…useful patsy’s I figure. Folks donna trust em, just need somet’n ta tie things ta em an…*chuckles*”

Staring off at nothing day dreams continue while he pets his familiar. Visions of a tin man in chains, being dragged into jail brought a big smile to his face.

“Nut’n so beautiful as a fallen paladin….or a priest wit out em faith no more….”.

Worthless the name he gave his familiar was actually looking less pained due to a potion given to it, and some proper treatment. Sharing its master’s values it chuckled with the memories being shared.

“Start’n ta know who is who ta…got one fella ta work wit us, an another that twould make a good mushroom. Just need some’n easy ta blame it all on if’n goes sour…*grumbles and squeezes worthless*”

Thoughts of another casing of the damnable theater, only to have the manager not show up to discuss business. At least it’s a better hobby then gambling, but in time should be worth it.

“Things are start’n ta fall in our favor…..soon might be able ta start seek’n ta free em”.