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Forums : Your Characters' Story(s) > Plessy Honourblade
Plessy (Applicant) 6/8/2011 3:39 PM EST : Plessy Honourblade

Posts: 6

Plessy walks through the streets of the Marketplace. It had been a long day down in the harbour. While he was getting paid to protect the ships, he usually ended up helping in the unloading process. He had stopped by the Phoenix Tavern, in hopes of meeting with Xymorel. Her knack for herself on the wrong end of a resurrection spell, really worried him, and he wished he could be around to keep an eye on her more. He took jobs with her, when he could. But sometimes it was a week or more, in between such jobs.

He was now heading to his room in at the Drowning Sorrows tavern. A curious name, no doubt, but the better reputed, for one such as him, of the two in the Jorasco enclave. He was nearing the gate, when he felt someone following him. It was nearing dusk, and it did not take him much, to feel the need to protect himself, when such feelings arose in this city. His large sword and shield whipped around into practiced hands. He slowly backed up to a wall, glancing around, for who it could be. It was not long before a figure emerged out of the alley across the street.

"Plessy Honourblade," the plainly dressed halfling says, along with a chuckle.

"Oh by the Host! Biggs the Seamstress!" Plessy answers, replacing his weapons back on his back. Feeling foolish for having drawn them. He also remembers to remove his helmet, and does a short bow.

"Ah, but it is Fuzzfoot once again, my friend. I have finally retired from my life of following the Paladin around, mending her and my other companions torn clothing." Biggs laughs while shaking his head, at the title his friends had once put upon him. "I dare say, I thought my son had heard wrong, when an eloquent halfling was at the Phoenix Tavern with the name Plessy, but I am beyond happy to see he was not."

Biggs approaches and embraces Plessy, which Plessy returns. "And I am glad to see you finally returned to your family. How long have you been home?"

"Three months, perhaps four. We were investigating a rather disturbing cult of the Six, and it brought us here. After we had finished dealing with it, I could not bear to leave the city again, and so I remained."

Plessy nods, "Good that is good. I am sure you're wife is overjoyed. And your son. How is he? Other than spying on the patrons of that tavern?" Plessy adds with a grin. "He was quite young when you left, was he not?"

'Yes, an infant. He is well, now. Though, I gather he was in to some bad business, none to long ago. I am fortunate he met some friends that helped him sort out his life."
Biggs then breaks in to a big grin, "But enough on me, May will be overjoyed that you are here in this city. Since our parting, she has been seeking out you and your company, with no luck. Much must have happened for the mighty Society, to suddenly be so hard to find?"

Plessy's face falls, "Yes, much. She is... she is here then?" His voice clearly unsure.

Biggs looks puzzled, "No, but I can have word sent, and she could be here in the morning."

Plessy shakes his head slowly, "No, no my friend. I ask you please do not. Not... yet, anyways."

"Much has indeed happened, it would seem. Would you care to explain?" Biggs clearly concerned for his old friend.

Plessy nods slowly, the motions towards the house gate. Biggs nods and they both turn, and walk wordlessly to the tavern. Once seated in a corner, each with a mug at hand, Plessy also his evening dinner, he starts, "Where to begin, but the start. So you know why such events effect me the way they do."

Plessy (Applicant) 6/13/2011 1:44 PM EST : The Birth of an Adventurer

Posts: 6

"It was nearing my father's fiftieth year of life, when two things of great significance happened to him. First, he was officially granted the title of Master Blacksmith. Second, his wife finally conceived, and I was born to him.

And so I grew, and became his apprentice. I learned and trained under him, all of my life. On my twenty-fifth birthday, my father told me that my apprenticeship had ended. It was a bitter-sweet day. It was something that I had longed and worked my whole life for, but it also meant I was to move on, from my life with my parents. Now, my father was advanced in his years, at that point, but still had life in him." Plessy stops and chuckles, "I dare say, he still does. And while I planned to return when he wished to retire, it was best for me to leave his shadow, and forge my own way, in this world. No pun intended.

And so I did, I signed with a merchant caravan. Fixing whatever it was that needed fixing. Quite a different experience, from being set up in a shop. And I admit, I struggled at first, but the master merchant was quite understandable. And that is how I spent the next three years of my life.

I stationed myself as close to the middle of the caravan, as I could. It made sense, so I was easily found by all. But not all days, or weeks even, did I have much to do. Now, don't mistake my meaning, sometimes I had a months work to do, and only three days to do it in, oh yes sir, my friend, but other times, it was quite the opposite. And on those slow weeks, I slowly became the friend of the children who travelled with us. My thinking is because there were no other halflings in the caravan, so I was kind of a novelty to them. Being of their size, yet one of the 'adults'.

Anyways, it was on one such slow day, while I was showing the children how to make grass blades whistle, that my life would change. We heard a cry, and quickly an alarm was raised. Now, the caravan was quite large, which alone would deter most raiders, but we were also guarded. But, perhaps that is why they attacked, because we had become complacent in our reactions towards danger. The men stood to defend us, and the women ran to their children, who were by me. Now, my skills with a weapon were not yet in any sort of existence, but I grabbed my hammer, and hid them in my wagon, and stood in front of it. It was not long, before three of the raiders were upon me. I did my best, but I was in a hopeless situation.

And that's when my friends showed up, though, I did not know them at the time. One being lifted and thrown by a bolt of magic, and the other two fell to a fury of blades and claws. Yes, claws, for one of my friends is a shifter, Jean, her name is. A Shaman as well, but has a bite that I am glad have never received. And her husband, Dawn, yes I know, an odd name for a man, and there is a story there, I will get in to shortly. As I was saying, just the two of them, drive off all the bandits. Amazing, to one such as me. They escort our broken and battered caravan to Sharn. Once there, the two took me, and brought me to their leader. A gnome who goes by Wolf, though her friends call her Shorty. And of all the things to tell her about, they spoke of me. Me! My bravery, and heroics. Not the puddle that formed underneath me or how my arms were still shaking, from the ordeal. But yes, they spoke of me, and so Wolf asked me to join with them. A small adventuring band, in need of more brave swords, and a smith as well. I was quite unsure, but the Master Merchant assured me, I had his blessing. They would not be fit to travel for some time, as it were. As so I did. That is how I got in to the life of adventuring. That is the road that started me to where I am today..."

Plessy (Applicant) 6/17/2011 6:56 PM EST : No Longer Smith, but Paladin

Posts: 6

"Now Wolf's comany was none to large, at the moment. No more than a score of us, for the time being. While I do not recall the names of all that were there, I remember their faces. And so I shall til I pass on, or my memories taken from me. But there were some I do remember.

Wolf, of course. An odd lady, I do say. A gnome and druid as well. Leader of our band, and was gaining quite the reputation. Both for getting the impossible done, and for acting in noble and honest character. She was a leader, I would follow to the ends of the earth. And while she lives to this day, and I am still sword to her, she is no longer the same as she was back then.

Then there was Dawn. A human, who once was called, and looked like Shawn. A tale is there, and this is what I have heard in my years. Once a being of some power, a warlock I think he was called, he met Jean. He grew fond of her, and eventually they married. Now Jean and Wolf had been friends, and Shawn's actions at times, caused them great concern. One day, so I am told, Wolf had enough of his actions, and changed him to how he is today. While bitter over the whole ordeal, never has he done anything evil, since I have come to know him. I do not know when he will be changed back, or if he will. Perhaps it wasn't Wolf who changed him, for all I know. But I do know is, he is a great help to have on ones side, and one of Wolf's five officers.

Jean, his wife, was another of the five. A shifter and a shaman, she was kind hearted for some one who looked, and against her enemies was, rather viscious. My closest friend, to this day. And while Dawn has withdrawn from her, since his transformation, so I am told, she still loves him fiercely.

Then there was Jillian. I did not adventure with her very often, but on the occasions I did, I found her to be rather pleasant. An elf of middle years, so I am told, as she looked rather young to myself. She follows the Flame and serves it by the destruction of evil. Something we would become quite good at for a time."

Plessy face shadows slightly, as he continues, "And you know of Lester. Elven mage. Very good with words and charasmatic. While he put on a bit of a show about himself, it always seemed he had the interest of others."

He shakes his head once again, "And then there was Boggart. Now perhaps I could be wrong, but never has there been a paladin such as him, and never will you see one again. A dwarf, pure and noble. His role in our band was quite different then anyone else's. Though he bore our title, he did as he wished. He and his band, all powerful with magic or weapons. On occasion I hear his name being praised and deeds told by a bard in a place that proves his name has traveled. And it was him, who I trained with. Still to this day, I do not know what he saw in me, but almost immediately he claimed me as his student, until I was ready.

And so it was. For the next four years, or so, I traveled with Boggart and learn the ways of a paladin. While my skill with a weapon did not excel, I did become better than most at healing others. A skill I found to be more satisfying anyways. And after those four years, while we were resting and repairing for another adventure, he came to me and told me he had no more to teach me. And he parted, and I was once again with Wolf, Jean and the others. But no longer was I the Plessy who was merely a smith, wearing a name his mother stole for him due to my mark, but now I was Plessy, friend in arms. And even moreso. Paladin. Recognized by the Host. Able to call on their aid to heal the injured and smite the evil.

And that is why what would happen, pain me all the more.."

Plessy (Applicant) 6/24/2011 9:26 PM EST : The Rise of Heroes

Posts: 6

"And so now I was a Paladin. The name of our good company was spreading. And it was not long before many good things would happen to us.

Soon after, we heard of many foul undead, preying on the people of a village. No one was able, or willing, to make the trip, to assist the folk. We did, without any hesitation. It would prove to be a far more dangerous situation. Scores of all undead, had laid seige to the village. Skeletons, zombies, ghouls, ghasts and every other unsavoury sort. We joined in battle against them, but it became apparent, that we would lose. There were far too many of them, and far too few of us. And it seemed as their numbers were being replenished daily.

And they were tireless. You know such things, but when battle lasts all hours of a day, and every single day, you just are not prepared for that kind of exhaustion. And so we made plans. Wolf, Jean, Dawn, Jillian and myself, were to infiltrate the ruins that we believed to be the source of the undead, find the necromancer raising the undead, and slay him. A simple plan, but not simple to execute.

We fought for hours, going deeper in to the structers. And as we did, the dead became stronger. Wights and shades. Things that would slay most with a mere gaze. How we survived that, was a miracle, how we survived what was next, even beyond that.

It was no ordinary necromancer," Plessy shakes his head, his voice quiet. "It was a lich. How he came to be there, and why this aggression, I could not tell you. He magic was terrible. The battle moreso. I can still hear the screams of my companions." He falls in to silence again. "But, he fell. And with great effort, we were able to leave the ruins, and join the rest of our numbers in the village. We stayed there for a few weeks. Partly because they wished to lavish us with a feast and merriment, partly because some were in no condition to travel. Even with healing magics, there are those who still bare injuries."

"That is when they gave you your name?" Biggs asks.

Plessy nods, "Yes, that is when they gave me the name, Honourblade. Plessy Honourblade. Lich slayer. Though, technically I destroyed its form, and my companions found the phylactery. But that did not matter to them.

When we did finally return home, word of our deeds had gone ahead. Not so much a parade, and the like, but we were approached by many recruits. And many other companies.

One of those companies, made us an offer we could not refuse. For they were powerful and respected. They would merge with us. We would take their name, but we kept our rank, our homes, ourselves. Wolf was named successor even.

For the next four years, we would one of the most desired companies, in the region.  We were able to turn away jobs, that did not seem... noble. We were paid quite well. Our skill was honed to near perfection."

Plessy shakes his head, sadly, "But once you have reached the top, there is only one way you can go..."

Plessy (Applicant) 3/20/2012 9:58 PM EST : The Beginning of the End

Posts: 6

"Lester came in one day, concerned and excited for an item he had discovered the location of. A magical scale that belonged to a powerful dragon long ago. It was imbued with magic and could wield destructive powers beyond anything imaginable. An item that we needed to find immediately, before less than savoury sorts found it.

Wolf immediately was given permission to pursue the item. Lester's information was without error. She was also given command of nearly the entire company. Near four hundred strong, we were. Not only that, but we hired many from other reputable companies and free mercenaries. Our numbers topped five hundred."

"Myself and my companions being among that number." Biggs added.

"Yes," Plessy agreed, "that is when I met you and your companions. But most importantly I met May." Plessy says, a sad smile coming to his face.

"Your group was spread out among the ranks, due to your abilities to... communicate with one another." Plessy raises an eyebrow in expectation.

"Yes, we were quite good at getting messages to each other." Biggs adds, a smile spreading from once again withholding how it was done.

"Yes, well, May was sent with Lester. And I was acting as Lester's lieutenant. After all, he being the one knowing what to look for, could not be bothered to lead those with him properly. We had the smallest contingent, which I found most odd as it seemed we were going to have the most important task. And off we went, deep into the bowels of the Bluespine Peaks.

Most of the journey was uneventful. I got to know May and assisted her as I could. She looked to be in such pain, and I was quite concerned for her. The morning before the battle, I actually caused her to smile." A smile forms on Plessy's face before vanishing.

Each group was getting close to one another, we had gone down so far. We knew we were getting close to a central cavern. There had not been an incident yet, and we knew that was a sign of luck, though we were not convinced of good or bad. That evening, as we were beginning to talk about plans for settling in for the night, we found the cavern. A massive dome inside the mountain. Big enough to for a grand city to reside in. It was nearly empty, however. Except for the scale." Plessy's voice trails off in to silence.

"And the dracoliches." Biggs adds sullenly.

"Yes," Plessy agrees, "the largest two I dare say, have ever existed."

Plessy (Applicant) 4/1/2012 9:29 PM EST : Betrayed

Posts: 6

The silence went for some time, before Plessy broke it.

"Most everyone was already a part of the battle. We were the last to arrive to it. Of course, that was planned, but we did not know this at the time. So many we already dead. So very many. What could we do against such power?"

"I remember the battle, but we never did discover what exactly happened. And you were not one to speak about it after. Would you care to do so now?" Biggs asks.

"It is not a pleasant subject, but yes. I do believe you have the right to know.

Put simply the scale was actually two scales fused together with magic. One taken from each of the dragons when they were yet living. Magic bound the dragons, now undead, to the scales. Or whoever held them."

"Lester knew this, and wished to control them?"

"Yes, indeed he did. Not only did taking the scales give him power over the two, it also freed them from their current command, which was to remain in that cavern. The two were now free to leave, until  their new master gave them an order.

We thought we had succeeded when Lester acquired the scale. But it soon became apparent his intentions were traitorous. Alas there was nothing we could do. He had magic to flee, and we had our enemy to face.

They turned on our group. I suppose it was Lester's first command. Eliminate the group that saw what he did.

There was no hope. There was nothing we could do against the two beasts. Your friends and Wolf were calling for everyone to flee. To retreat. But we were trapped.

Thirty or forty of us, circled by two dracoliches. We had those with holy magic, but not near enough to make a difference. And we had May with her magic. And so she attacked them. She unleashed such a ... a massive force. She collapsed that cavern on the two of them. Collapsing it on us.

Half a mountain was coming down, or so it seemed. Now, I do not know exactly what I was thinking, but I threw myself on her. I stood over her, shield raised as if I could stop it. I could hold of such a mass. I remember screams as the rocks pummeled everyone. I remember the unholy shrieks from the beasts as they became trapped. It happened quickly, before everything went black. Complete silence, and I was sure I was dead."

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