Shiv Shadowsongs

[*Product of Void]

Name: Simon Everglow
Aliases: Shiv Shadowsongs, Finlad the fablous, Master of Shadows, Tim, and Skull face
Gender: Male
Race: Human (mostly)
Age: unknown
Profession: Merchant of sorts.

Information Broker (Information sells, just need the right informationÂ…)
Enchanter (Familiar to most by this time, enchanting trinkets with arcane, divine and planar energy to provide better results.)
Trapper (Making traps and perhaps also offering services of trapping places for jink.)
Fence (trader of wares legal or illegal)

Languages: Thieves cant, and a few others :P
Accent: utterly faked, he speaks with an accent though its only to hide his true voice.



Physical Information
Height: Tall
Weight: 180
Body build: Strong and flexable
Skin type: Tan
Hair style: Red
Scars: One over an eye, one across the palm of his hand, missing both pinkies (wears gloves to cover), and many others from battle.
Tattoos: 23 skulls on one arm going down his shoulder, changes to faces in moon light.
Colouring:

Hair: Red
Eyes: One blue, the other purple
Skin: Tan from sun.


Mental Information
Alignment: Netural Evil
Philosophy:

"Death....Is mercy"

"Truth is for those you trust or are breath'n their last breath".

"Ya believe what I want ya ta...."

"Why lie....truth tis more distrub'n"

"heh...ya know the difference between an drow an elf scream?....nut'n *laughs* " (his favorite joke)

"*laughs*...well see tis this....in order for ya ta hide ya put things on...Me I just take off an dress like everyone else..."

"Ya know 'ow ta kill a god? ....kill all who believe in em. *dark chuckle* "

Deity/Beliefs: "I judge ya gods by ya empowered by em...so em all chumps who need ta die".

"hmm...ya athar folk seem ta 'ave a clue 'bout things..heh ya sign me on".

Faction : Athar.
Personality:

Hates Undead - has a deep hatred towards undead and will work with others to destroy them
Hates Religion -Nothing makes him more happy then when someone looses their faith.
Truthful - he sees no reason to lie, also its much more fun to tell the truth.
Secretive -
Cunning
Greedy
Orphan -knows not if his name is his real name nor who his parents are.


Additional Information
Gear: Typically wearing a skull helm, if not he speaks normally and will use a different alias.
Jewelry: Gloves
Habbits/hobbies: Smokes, and drinks (though its water in an ale jug). On occasion cuts his palm before battle. Loves desert life dislikes rain and being called a wizard or mage.
General Health: Fine health.
Favorite Drink: Free
Weaknesses: Greed , soft spots for street rat kids or kids in general though usually gives them weapons or items to harm others.


Other oddities:
His answers are usually ones people do not want to hear or misleading allowing for lots of misunderstanding.
He had his defective eye removed painfully and a beholder eye put in it place. This allows him to dispel magic to a minor extent, and minor magical sight. (AT ability to be gained and to make sense for his spell craft skill :D ).
He dislikes being called a mage or wizard due to he considers them to be egotistical, and the dumbest smart folk around.
He considers robes to be skirts
Has escaped the abyss 3 times.
Likes to summon balors or pit feinds if he can just to suffer in battle for him.
Drinks from his own flask though its full of water yet reeks of ale
wears an iron cod piece.

[*Product of Void]

From Simon to Shiv

Simon grew up in a orphanage ran by a church, he got bored and picked a few locks. One day he was caught stealing food, and beaten by one of the priest. He sought the streets shortly after. The scars on his back from that belt ever reminding him how faithful folk are. It was a miserable existence stealing or scavenging for what he could survive on.

Street rat is not just a name, its what they are. Once so desperate he literally ate a rat. Later after a few beatings by other gangs he finally found a friend named Glaven. The two of them were like brothers. Although one was human the other a hafling meant little to them. Soon they had their own gang going squeaking out a better living.

Simon got his first nickname "Beggar slayer" when he killed a rogue in disguise who seemed a harmless old beggar. It was purely an accident an mostly due to panic though he enjoyed the respect his peers gave him.

Eventually he turned against his gang due to they bite off more then they could chew kidnapping a wizard. Through that gnome Simon learned reading, writing, and arcane. As with most things there was a cost though, eventually Glaven returned. The battle between them cost Simon his eye, while giving Glaven a permanent limp.

On the run, hiding from those who he once considered friends he put on a skull helm, then went by the name Shiv. Simon was no more.

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From city to Sand.

Wandering with a empty coin purse Shiv found Fynn who offered gold for information. Vanity of others became his bread and butter. While he disliked to talk people loved for him to listen. Eventually he started to write songs for people. Who would give him details of they abilities in order to make a nice song. His coin purse overflowed.

Without the worry of his next meal he returned to books studying many things. It was time to prepare and as one book said "You are only as strong as your allies". So Shiv threw in with the men of the desert abandoning all he ever knew.

It was not peaceful in the waste, undead often wandered towards the town. To fight this a group was created, as well as many rituals. One of which was cutting the palm before battle, an tradition and sign of luck.

Finally he found a place to belong and people to depend on, it was time for revenge.

[*Product of Void]

The now.

He had traded a favour for the key and door were abouts hoping he was not wasting his time or putting more burden on himself. Touching the wall he muttered ,"Daft teifling....will gut ya la...aaaah". The world spun falling, falling in darkness up and down felt gone until stone appeared. Landing hard on the stones he threw up, then looked about.

"heh....free...yet were tis this?"

Looking around he quickly found an alley making makeshift clothes to covered his scared naked body. Wandering the town dressed in the latest garabage appearl someone spoke to him drawing him from his observing the area.

"hey berk, care for a Chiv not much jink?"

"I know ya?...junk?"

"OI, an addle cove clueless... get till you can mutter something good with your brain box".

With a puzzled look he wandered on until he found a few jink begging on the street. After a meal he sought way to acquire more coin going into under sigil.

Those days came to him as he hammered on the mask. Each spark bring another memory of what brought him to his point. The hiss of the metal as it hit water reminded him of the illithad he paid for the skull. Who cares who he ate or what it was this would fit nicely as a face plate. With arcane gestures the metal an bone merged into a nice helm. He attached a hood to it though of what it was made, lets just say he was not letting material go to waste.

Nodding his approval at the creation he spoke to it like it was a person.

"Wit anyt'n take'n enchaments later 'ave ta be a bit special in what ya made of ....an 'ave a name. Ya hide me so can hide in plain sight wit street clothes. Ya a visage of death a promise ta those who cross me....an draw what I hate near so tis easier ta slay em. In see'n what ya are Truth tis known....an Truth tis ya name."

Putting the new helm on, he tested the weight moving his head around pleased he laughed. "Let em who found joy in me death....find suffer'n at me hands as I return ta the abyss in force. Tis time for Truth ta be known, for Shiv ta roam the realm again".

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Shiv paces as he speaks his, his listener bobbles their head waiting on his words.

"tis an odd place tis like chaos...an yet some find order an power....queston tis who ta thrown in wit....tis a fella buy'n folks souls an another seek'n em dead...plans ta make em hands red...heh fool. Justice tis gold.....ya 'ave gold ya 'ave rights ta what ever ya want."

A gurgle the only response he gets.

"aye tis somet'n ta be careful wit....though this lad who tis deal'n with souls....'ave ta look inta em. 'haps tis time ta start a list of folk ta make tings interest'n....'sides secrets tis the best currency."

The broken ghast growled, only to get a shrug from Shiv. Then he squeezed a charm on his wrist allowing the mace to unfold ending all the noise the broken thing was making.

"just as best ta share me secerts wit somet'n donna talk or soon ta die...see ya in the abyss"

After wiping the gore from his mask he walked away releasing the mace to have it fold back into a trinket on his wrist band. Was time to go to town and buy a little black book.

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With a chuckle shiv looks over his black book and starts filling it with names.


---Names known---

Sendra of the tortured fist -monk of some sort also enchants, has self inflicted scars


Characters known
Seraphina -hafling druid
Neli -enchanter
Animus -uses big sword and large sheild
Shana -ranger or something.
Dana- Bard of some sort
Vanya Lindethiel
Relowyn -enchanter elf probably wizard. summons balor's talented wizard most likley
Dom - illusionist can not do conjure
Kalina -singer performed for neli
keith- an enchanter bought something off him cast amplify probably a bard.
Raymond wizard
Willam wizard can not do divination magic probably necromancer
Avery - drunk of some sort.
Necrothh -trifling warlock
Tondra- sick with plague
May Drow - likes spears




Artificer(jach) -Fancy lad enchanter, also known as merchant lord Raifael informed me he has an alter ego. Perhaps something to hide, something profitable.


raifael - hard hat priest or some such. seems to have acquired a sense of hurmour with someone seeking his head.

Ovarf -dwarf had gems no idea talent, seems skilled due to were traveled. Perhaps preist or paladin.


Sondaal
Relowyn -enchater elf probably wizard. summons balor's talented wizard most likley

Validus lux lucis - celestial, unknown talent
Kalina -singer performed for neli
Gwynnithe -possible red head entertianer turned into a demon. not druid something else possible warlock.








----Talents known----

[*Product of Void]

Looking over the poster of the duel, he tinkers with another potion.

"heh...hides the smell a little, donna if'n em let me make him potions, might ruin me business wit poison'n em. Though Vale did me a favour, figure return it wit give'n em challenger bad wares...'sides if'n em die doubt anyone know. *shrugs*....even if'n do 'ow it gonna hurt what little business I 'ave."

Looking to his left at a new outfit and mask.

" 'sides even if'n em not buy em wares....'haps I can aid in 'ere wit a few spells then flee ta shadows".

*sighs and goes back to work*

"tis ta bad donna 'ave a few gollems ta send in 'ere...'haps a metal scopion ta sneak up on em an poison em"

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Some were in the beastlands he stretched, the time with elves had made sleeping in trees a lot easier. On top of being a cheap way to spend the night it also made it hard to find him. Looking around briefly he made sure none was about then talked to himself.

"'haps a new toy for me, lass in jail, an a cleric start'n ta walk in em grey....heh tis a good day".

Rolling a gem around his hand he got flustered as it almost fell forgetting his pinkie is missing and just a few blocks of wood in a glove now sewed to the other finger. Carefully looking through the gem, "tis 'nut'n so beautiful as folks fall'n from faith.....gain faith em self den".

While adjusting his helm putting the gem back in the eye socket. "'haps em fella wit garb as me....em might see truth soon. Sure em face be a sight ta see when em find em wrong 'bout all em say ta me."

As he finishes putting on his garb he cackles and runs towards the door to sigil.

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Deep in the forest Shiv sits in a tree again, watching the surroundings. Ponders about helping an adventure over his head with the local nymphs. He tries not to chuckle as the adventure is knocked out and dragged toward a tree.

"' 'least em gonna die wit a smile on em....heh..ta bad dinna know em might 'ave felt like 'elp'n".

Reaching into a pocket of his garb he pulls out a diamond with something silver inside. Just holding it seems to calm him, his shoulders drop and he gently pets the gem.

" I know tis somet'n foolish am up ta...ya expect tat from me. 'haps I find a door for ya...or get a hold of me son ta 'elp get ya 'ere....I miss ya lass."

Looking around he makes sure none are watching him with his prize, brings the gem closely and whispers something to it. Causing an image of a woman to appear into the gem he watches it feeling at peace.

" Tis good ta see ya love...." Letting the image fade he puts the gem away and goes to return to town. Stopping but a moment to stab a nymph robbing her of a new prize.

"ya pick'd a bad time ta nap lad....*chuckles and fades from sight*"

[*Product of Void]

Research into splitting one self in to a few shadows to discuss things had proven useful, though perhaps just having in your mind would be safer. As much as he wished to do either both would be rather pointless. Most likely he was being watched, or if he did it internally it would put him in a vulnerable state.

Like most things he prefered he hide in the open, dressed in his garb sitting at the bar. He pondered it over while making sure few wished to sit near him. The note was something he pondered, a talented hafling in hiding yet pathetic in spells. Rather lucky too, would shiv had gotten a hold he would have just started beating her until unconscious. If able taken her else were asking one question, "Is this how you pictured you would die?". Leaving the corpse for Seethe to realise her days were short and desperate attempts pointless.

It was surprising the hin was not seeking arrest so they could get into the harmion barracks chances are the gem is kept there. Which means the gem is not easy to track less active, nor do they truly know were it is. Chances are its all to send a message, to irritate and annoy rafiel. Though hin needs to throw larger rocks to get through his thick skull.

The note showed she was either getting desperate, low on assets, or was seeking to separate rafiel from any allies. Making him alone, vulnerable and easier to break down. Not an unusual tactic seeing shiv had used many similar in the towns he had controlled. Simple fact was she was in the way, and not under his thumb, good enough reasons to want her dead or worse.

Rather a pity, he thought taking a sip of ale if she knew how well he had made animus and rafiel start to walk in shadows the could share an ale together. Although the abyssal blood no longer ran in his veins it was something from his youth that made him want to see folk of faith fall.

Past was many things, many titles, though the now is what is important. He pondered out loud what he wrote back to the hin.

"Rats abandon sinking ships"

After tossing a few jink on the table he walked out chuckling ,"why do folks were mask lad? heh...why do em?".

With that he went to a portal to a new place, to research and relax. It was time to think.