Kelth McEwan, warrior poët

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A Childhood memory...

Child o' tha pure uncloouded brow
An' dreamin' eyes o' wonder
Thoough time be fleet an' I and thoou
Are 'alf a life asunder
Thy lovin' smile t'will surely hail
Tha love-gift o' a fairytale
Thy lovin' smile t'will surely hail
Tha love-gift o' a fairytale

I 'ave nae seen thy sunny face
Nor 'eard thy silver laughter
Nae thoought o' me shall find a place
In thy yooung life's hereafter
Enoough tha' noow thou will nae fail
Tae listen tae my fairytale
Enoough tha' noow thou will nae fail
Tae listen tae my fairytale

Tha tale begun in other days
When summer suns woould glow
Tha simple chime tha served tae time
Tha rythm o' oour rowin'
Who's echoes live in memory yet
Thoough envious years would say ferget
Who's echoes live in memory yet
Though envious years woould say ferget

Come harken them, 'ere voice o' dread
Wiv bitter tidin's laden
Shall summon tae unwelcome bed
Tha melancholy maiden
We are but older children dear
Who fret tae find oour bedtime near
We are but older children dear
Who fret tae find oour bedtime near

Wivoout tha frost, tha blindin' snow
Tha storm wiv moody madness
Wivin tha firelight's ruddy gloow
An' childhood's nest o' gladness
Tha magic words shall hold thee fast
Thoou shalt nae heed tha ravin' blast
Tha magic words shall hold thee fast
Thoou shalt nae heed tha ravin' blast

And thoough tha shadow o' a sigh
May tremble throough tha story
For 'appy summer days gone by
An'vanished summer glory
It shall nae touch wiv breath o' bale
Tha pleasance o' oour fairytale
It shall nae touch wiv breath o' bale
Tha pleasance o' oour fairytale

Thoough time be fleet and I and thoou
Are half a life asunder
Thy lovin' smile will surely hail
Tha love-gift o' a fairytale....

*The little boy that was Kelth...felt completely at ease....sleepy.....filled with warmth after ahearing the harp played tune and sung poem by his mentor...the man he respected and cherished till this very day....the poem and the fondest evening Kelth could remember being stored in a sensory stone...*

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War....


*Kelth sat at his spot in the Beastlands, sharpening his claymore, properly inspecting his equipment...and after....drawing two lines underneath his eyes...just a bit above his cheekbones...glad that there seemed to be souls that were taking his side....allthough in secret...and on the other hand...making himself ready for "war" for in his eyes, someone certainly declared such upon him, someone without the spine to do this on his or her own...abusing innocent souls to spread this message.....a price of 10,000 coin to have him crucified...on the bazaar no les...*


If s'a war ye want.....come git it.....I stand ready tae defy any berk....any sod tha tries tae lay a finger upon me....

I will run 'em throough....all of 'em....bathe in tha blood of all tha -dare- tae pursue this path o'darkness....

MORRIGAN! AHEAR ME NOOW!

I AM AT WAR! BLESS ME BATTLES! NAE QUARTER FER MY ENEMIES!

*with this, he rose his "Claidheam mór" to the sky, looking battle ready....*


IC note: Kelth, from now on, would be seen with those two lines on his face

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The Lion roars....the Berserker spirit finally emerges...

*Kelth gnashed his teeth as he read the newer parchments.....increasing the price on HIM...was nothing but a compliment for him now, the spineless coward that dared not to confront him face to face, surely should understand by now that she or he would have to resort to mayhap more matters than coin...


But offering another reward to see his dearest friend crucified???? oh no....no no no....

Kelth had redone his warpaint...the outlining more detailed now, blue and black lines forming the shape of a lion's claw covering half his face...and on his chest...the claw of the crow...both illustrations adorned with (real world) celtic like lines...this insult would not be forgiven nor forgotten.....if one dared to lay but ONE finger on Naya'il...Kelth would not hesitate for one second to run said soul through, with disregard of his own life.....*


*Naya'il came walking at Kelth as he inspected his attire near the barracks after delivering the most recent parchments to Harmonium, Mercykillers and Guvners...declaring he WILL defend himself and friends should authorities fail to contain the situation....

Naya, obviously not aware yet about the price on her now...narrowed her eyes after Kelth had handed her copies of the latest updated...*

"Will I have to wear those now as well, my friend?" -as she pointed at the warpaint- "For I intend not to back down...if this would...signal my support and standing with you in this....then I will"

- Kelth spoke- if ye want tae? I'd be 'onored tae adorn yer face...

*The two agreed that he would see to it before they would enter the abyss to further hone their skills...as Kelth began to draw, ever so gently, a symbol he thought fitting for her...Pelor...it was...so...a sun, radiant and both bold, appeared on the left side of her face...accenting the beauty of her cheekbones...causing the lavender of her left eye to stand out...her presence, if not allready since the rebirth of her wings, tall, proud...she looked.....ready...in Kelth's eyes*

*After her approving nod as he offered her a small mirror, Kelth turned to Karath, whom had arrived and had read the parchment now as well*

*More souls appeared....in the form of La'Feya and Dra'noth....two allies Kelth had got to know some time ago....Kelth explained his and now, Naya's predicament as well...and the possible danger for those who would side with him...and her...in the open...possibly also getting listed as wanted victims of this foul plan*

*It became clear however, that both La'Feya and Dra'Noth, were not planning to back down...and Sondaal, who had come through the portal, looking dead tired...came along to the abyss...Kelth did not want to burden her with another explanation...the poor lass allready had a lot to take with her own friends...Ixi....and Naya was seeing to her quite obviously as well....his help was not needed there*

*The small army waded through demons and devils alike, Kelth and Naya covered in warpaint...at times struggling alltogether, at other times, the clan excelled in combat and overpowering victory...the eb and flow of battle...Naya spoke out to Kelth, sharing her thoughts with him, open, sincere....Kelth replied...they exchanged...mayhap disagreed some, but in respect...and learned together....and Kelth could not help but smile to himself, proud of the warrior maiden that was slowly yet surely emerging*

*in the end....Kelth arched a brow in surprise of the turbanned male, claiming he wished to speak with him....the knowing nod having Kelth assume this man knew of the price on him...the man had introduced himself as Jach Sensbane...though Kelth was a bit puzzled as the Jach Sensbane he knew...did not look like this man at all....Kelth replied to this man that if he desired to speak to Kelth, he would speak to Naya as well, for this now concerned them both...the group parted ways a bit, leaving Kelth and Naya to rest in the cave*

*As Kelth and Naya rested....Kelth glanced at her from his spot, sharpening his Claidhaern Mòr...finding himself feeling...something...respect? evident...but that was not it...warmth? ...again...he felt that ever since she entrusted him with her secret....friendship? ...also...had been forged since that same day, from his part, strong as the best steel in the multiverse...no...this was something else...something he could not quite pin-point...he shook his head, finding himself staring at her yet without her noticing and continued his attentions to his blade*

*Earlier in the day...Kelth had spoken and traveled with Elrik.....this man, in all his secrecity and humble being...was backing Kelth like a true brother...though discrete...picking up baskets with parchments, trying his outmost best to keep Kelth out of harm's way...in his own way...Kelth had expressed his deep respect and thanks to him...for Kelth sincerely was moved by this gesture of friendship...selfless...without a word...Elrik simply was -there- .....even more bolstered and determined after learning about the price on Naya now as well...."surely" -Kelth thought- "He will end up like Naya an' me...once discovered....but nae s'long as I draw breath will 'e be 'armed.." *

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Friends, Jink, and fate

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!


*Kelth snapped a cambion's neck with both of his hands in sheer anger*

Tha fok is gettin' intae tha minds o'people?!??!

Fake me oown death tae 'ave it done wiv an'fill -their- pockets?!? them nae be allies! them be fokkin lowlife's ! all o' em!

I'd die b'fer tha'!

Or even werse! disguise themselves as me an' go in me stead....tha bitch will git wha' she wants nae tha less!


...wha e'er 'appened tae real men? men wiv a spine, men wiv decent manhood? guts!

Fight fer wha' they stand fer, fight fer wha' they believe in.....men like Elrik an' Dra'noth....

a lass like Naya.....she's more brave than any of tha fokkin lads tha' offers a pathetic plan o' fakin' me death.

*Kelth looked over the fields of the abyss with sheer disgust before returning to the Bazaar*

*On the bazaar, Kelth had a wild glint in his eyes as he started to shout from the top of his longues*

ANY OF YE FOKKIN BASTARDS THA' WANTS TAE NAIL ME TAE THA CROSS, NOOOOOOOOW IS THA TIME TAE COME FER ME! COME THEN! FIGHT ME! SPINELESS WORMS! FILTH! LESSER BEIN'S !

E'EN BE'ER! WHY NAE YE COME FER ME YERSELF? QUEEN O' DARKNESS? FIGHT ME!

*Kelth's breathing was deep, angry for sure...on the verge of snapping into his rage....he knew however this one time shout would not be enough....he had to start spreading messages of his own, calling out all berks....that would make a fine title as well...*

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*Kelth unbound his hair, shaking his long black manes freely as he glanced about...none had the spine to confront him it seemed...not even this queen of darkness herself...he decided not to bind his hair again...the lion within him roared...his blood just below boiling...jaw fixed...

surely, this queen must be agitated as much as he was...a stalemate if you will...such a large reward offered, yet nothing happening...and Kelth, frustrated at the declaration of war yet his enemy not revealing...was this to become a war of endurance? or was something...or someone...finally stirring?*

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*Kelth regarded Naya'il in the moonlight as they faced eachother...ever so calm and peacefull night in Elysium...enjoying eachother's company...exchanging thoughts about multiple topics and mostly...exchanging looks at eachother...as they both stood in that sea*


*A few days after, Kelth found himself looked up by none other than Jach...who politely asked him for a moment to talk. The archer whom had joined Kelth in battle against demon and devil alike stood with them and simply aheard shards of the present, Kelth had no issue with him hearing it, the man had covered Kelth's back in battle and thus proven worth of some trust*

*A long session and both rather intrigueing revealing from Jach's part, had Kelth contemplating the plan...he agreed to discuss it with Naya'il and also, the two agreed on a meeting of four...them, Naya'il and Dom, to discuss further details...*

*Kelth had aheard Elrik's tale about this necromancer...the description allready was utterly familiar...elven stature, hood with skeletal mask...Elrik admitted to have attacked said person's "pet" ...undead...but then revealed being chased down and nearly burned with magic...*

*Kelth wandered the marketplace, spotting said person and allready with the large build up of rage within him with the past events, walked up at him and attempted to plant his large fist in said person's face...whom with some luck, managed to avoid it...words were exchanged and the hooded one drew his blades...causing Kelth to draw his runed claymore in return...if not for Sondaal attempting to calm Kelth...he might have made a big mistake of cleaving the man on the bazaar...which might have led to more trouble law-wise...the man told his part of the story and it was left with that...surely Kelth would be keeping a close watch on this person...for he invoked nothing but disgust and disrespect from Kelth...the same for the haughty wench thinking herself better than Kelth, which only amused him...the sheer fact this...necromancer and from what seemed, his "princess" resorted to name calling and mockery, proved what Kelth allready assumed. They feared him in their own way, and they were right to do such, the mockery only humoring Kelth*

*Kelth left the man and woman at it, Sondaal being the one with the most impact, able to calm Kelth...it had been a shame Kelth was not near when the hooded one attacked Elrik...but for now, it mattered not, Kelth would keep his eyes and ears open, and gather all info in his own pace...the tone was set, the man now knew he was being watched and Kelth knew he possibly made another potential enemy, which he did not mind at all, this man deserved no other judgement, for one that hides his face in public...surely hides more than just that....*

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t'ends 'ere! an' noooow! ...RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!


*Kelth grinned at himself...he had seen the parchments of Marius' little contest...he had seen the "multiple" Marius look alikes...and he would take his time...*

*Earlier, late in a night, he had spoken with Ixia, Domiscus, Sondaal and Naya....Jach was putting up his act...with a small twist Kelth did not expect...even forcing him to break a vow...Kelth would settle this later however...the plan was to have Kelth disguise as a clueless and ask Marius for a tour...luring him into the hive ward and murder him there, casting his body in the ditch...hushed whispers in Kelth's room...Kelth showing co-operation but not being keen on the entire plan and the time this was taking....it had dragged way too long allready*

*Kelth had tailored his own new set of clothes....the trappings of a ranger...hooded and cowled...going about his business as this ranger...using his acting skills...a new walk...hood pulled forward as to cover most of his features....the cowl over his mouth...purchasing a bow...calmly walking back to his position behind the two Mariuses...*

*it was hard to determine wether the real Marius was there...but the very moment one of them casted a spell and walked away...one thing Marius never would do in public in Kelth's mind....the other one was left...despite speaking in a different manner...Kelth was sure that it had to be him...the tone being the same...*

*As Marius walked off...Kelth followed him...patiently, pausing at each corner, waiting untill marius had passed the next...tracking him to the Smoking Hammer Inn...which would be a fitting name indeed....given the situation that would be the result of Kelth's determination and Marius' sick and twisted mind*

*Kelth heard a door slamming shut....being allready halfway the corridors...surely it must have been one of those final six doors...*

*Kelth drew a deep breath...making ready to go listen door by door...the door opening to his left...revealing a yawning Sondaal...Sondaal recognising his eyes...Kelth gestured...hushing in whispers to her that he was sure he had cornered Marius and was going to end it...Sondaal, not all that happy but at the same time understanding, ended up in a struggle in her own mind...Kelth beseeching her to either help or leave the inn led to her choosing to help...*

*Listening on each door...patiently...nothing like the raging berserker people take him for...Kelth crept through that corridor...dwarven tongue and laughter....Deri's room silent...footsteps....another silent room....untill, in all it's irony, room number thirteen revealed sounds of jars, rummaging, footsteps...pottery...surely a lot of activity...Kelth leaned down, peeking under the door...seeing movement, but it was too dark to reveal much*

*Kelth rose up, drawing that beast of a claymore...now he was getting reckless...what if some innocent berk lived here? .....so be it then....will see what we do then....Kelth knocked...silence followed...no more rummaging...no more footsteps...Sondaal tried to talk Kelth out of it...yet it was evident there was no stopping him...*

*Kelth backed a few paces and kicked in the door, wrecking it in the proces and narrowing his eyes at the sight of Marius...*

"I would think well before you act..." *Marius gestured at all the alchemist fire's around*

*Kelth knew how dangerous this would be...but what else? allow him to get away? no...it would end NOW...*

*His Claidhearn Mór lifted to strike, aiming for Marius' neck, Kelth charged at Marius, blood splattering on his own torso as he slashed at him....as the blood gushed out of Marius, attempting to dodge Kelth's wrath...he managed to fire off a single spell....a bolt of lightning zapping from his fingertips...*

*it all slowed down for Kelth there....Sondaal had followed him into the room...turning on her heel with widened eyes, trying to run for her life...Kelth roared out, striking at Marius again...his swing allready was underway as Marius ignited the the blast of devastation*

*time..now stood still for Kelth....childhood memories....fighting with his brother...hugging his mother...sitting on his father shoulders...his mentor...the harsh lessons....Daneira...war...his travels all over Toril.....coming to Sigil.....Nastasia....greeting him in the hall....getting introduced about the sensates festhall....the young dragon knight Ysariel...who touched his life briefly and dissapeared just as quick.....Tanaya with all her pride....Elrik....Dra'Noth.....La'Feya....Karath'rok...the time he, Naya and Karath'rok succeeded in killing many foul kin....drinking songs.....drunken nights...blooming love for Naya'il.....he could swear he saw her angelic stature in front of him...yet the cry of a crow now rang in his ear.....Morrigan had come.....to take him on her wings....it angered him....he had a promise with Naya....SHE would take him on her wings!.....Morrigan came too soon! this could NOT be it....he refused....he fought it...gripping his claymore tight...*


*In reality, the smoking hammer blasted out a ball of flame....the thundering explosion to be heard and shaking the very ground...Sondaal and Kelth flung out of the room...Kelth's chest gutted upen by shrapnel, a large wooden stake poking out of him as he lay dead near the fires...still clutching his shattered blade*

*With a loud gasp, Kelth blinked wildly around him, seeing Dra'Noth and Jach tending to him...their words heard but not landing in his mind, he did not understand them...another cleric also tending to him, chanting his prayers....was...was that an orc as well tending to him? *


* Hours had passed....he knew that he and Sondaal were lucky to breath again....Sondaal being less lucky...needing surgery on the spot in the Harmonium Barracks...in secret....Kelth was carried by a being..brought to a home in Thalasia...thinking back as he was carried in arms through the air...like a newborn lion-whelp...vulnerable...weak...so many innocent had died by Marius...the only comfort was that he was dead has well....the Gods only know what that sick bastard was planning...it was over now...Marius effectively had destroyed his own evidence...and also any that might have led to Kelth and Sondaal involved in this...he smiled weakly at Naya'il, laying in the clean bed......*

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The Lion purred, holding an Angel in his embrace...

*Kelth smiled fondly as he glanced to his left...she was sleeping...that smile on her face as she slept caused him to smile in return...his eyes slowly shifting to the fireplace as he murmered softly*

Who'd thoought t'woould 'ave come tae this? ...she...an' me?

*his hazels were cast again upon her..roaming over her blonde hairs, messed up by the pillow...laying there, peacefully...arms stretched...it had him smile fondly once more*

*He had been baffled sooner...finding her like that...the day after his performance for Piri and her kin...she had taken up on his offer....and the cheeky manner in which she had Muriel believe she had forgotten something in his room, had him grinning*

*He knew full well that this all was new to her...and he had acted accordingly, which wasn't that hard at all, given what she invoked within him...if felt right...it felt.....vulnerable....it felt different.....which for him..was a clear indication for what was happening to him...he knew full well this concept was new for her...and he would show patience...all patience which was required...for he deemed her more than worth it....*

* He allready had so many reasons to fight, fend for....but surely...the very things she invoked...not only now...but with all she had showed him since those early days in the Cage...made him realise -she- was the most important thing to fight for now...this being whispered to him by his heart.....*

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When I look intae 'er eyes, I see compassion, understandin'
I see tha wisdom tha' she paid fer wiv so much pain...

When I look intae 'er eyes, I see absolute acceptance
I see tha care she gives me freely, unquestionin'

Nae one e'er cared aboout me like she does...
An' I knoow I kin be anythin'
Make real any dream b'cause
I jus' love tha way I look in 'er eyes

Nae one e'er cared aboout me like she does...
Wiv nae masks an' nae disguise
An' I feel like I could fly
B'cause I love tha way I look in 'er eyes...



*The words had come naturally as he was writing in that bed, Barratiel stoicly watching him, at times, noticed tilting his head as if to peek at his writing...but maintaining that stern glance...watching that pendant around Kelth's neck...muttering someting in celestial tongue...*

*Kelth let him...didn't think much of it, he liked Barratiel so far, even though not quite able to discern how -he- viewed him in return...they would get to know eachother in time...Kelth strummed his instrument and began to find the right chords...closing his eyes....and picturing those lavenders..*

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'ad I e'er rode on horseback.....

I was pleasantly surprised by 'er question....as we sat by tha' fire in me room....
It took me back tae tha' days when I boought Vindär...beautifull black mare....

t'was nice...jus' tae sit an' talk...share some food an' drink taegether...

she e'en started tae mess wiv me! heh....tha' was lovely tae behold...jokin' arooun' o'ver which spot I be keepin' reserved in me bed....

e'en ended up in a wee pilloow fight...but soon I cast away tha' bundle o'fluff an' foound m'self kissin' 'er....

t'is nae wivoout 'ardships thoough....this all be new fer 'er....an' I knoow she worries 'boout 'er father....an' Barratiel....I'll give it me all tae try an' make this rooight....