Journal entry
Alright...where to start. I seem to gain a couple of new contacts, which I am liking a lot. Not liking the fact that fate seems to have dealt me a rotten card that makes certain individuals rip open old wounds. I try to keep my calm, but rage sometimes stirs within my veins. For now, the Blood War offers me comfort...it will do. They can not know what burden I carry...so I can not blame them for what they cause...only for their behaviour.
We'll see what comes from all this...time for some meetings as well...
Kelth McEwan
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* Stubborn as he is, Kelth storms into the bloodwar, unwarded, eager to feel pain...to feel alive...restless...and somewhat lost in life*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E8LyfgvRhSM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E8LyfgvRhSM
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DISCLAIMER! HUGE POST AHEAD! Due to events recently his past bubbles back up. Most of the event is written in the past, reliving a dream.
Kelth lies in his bed, tossing and turning, dreaming...the image of the battlefield...his friends...brother and wife near him...reliving his past
As Kelth moved to the ridge and glanced down...he could see the torches, a gigantic line of torches which revealed the shades of armor clad orcs, grunting and howling, thirsting for blood,violence and sin.
Kelth quickly formed back up in line and glanced up to the skies, t'was near twilight and the united villages, now an army, marched down.
During the march, Kelth and Daneira's hands met one another, squeezing while marching, glancing at eachother with a grin yet emotional...both afraid.
Rain began to fall over the silent hills and fields and a thunderstorm roared. The two armies now facing eachother.
Soon it became clear, the humans were vastly outnumbered, at least ten to one. But still they chose to take the field.
As the rain lashed into the faces of all those on the field and thunder struck all around, the orcs unleashed a thundering roar alltogether, clearly their warcry. Kelth and his battlesisters and brothers roared out in return.
The air was filled with sheer hatred, disgust and fear.
With another thundering word of command from a quite large Orc in the back lines, the orcs began to march forward,rapidly. The large Orc in the back wielding a crude, large blade and a distinct red leather armor. He was bigger than all the other orcs.
The united clans began to march in return, marching became running, running became a charge, the warrior poets roaring out with rage.
Remembering what was done to the other villages, most of them began to sing or hum, battlesongs...
The two armies clashed, the sound of swords crossing.
Cries,grunts,roars, steel cleaving flesh and bodies fell to the ground.
Kelth gritted his teeth,wielding his master crafted sword with outmost security, cleaving orc after orc. Left swing, right swing, an upwards thrust,lifting a screaming orc upward and throwing him into his own ranks.
Daneira spun like a whirlwind on the field, throwing heaps of orcs backwards, dismembered and screaming, attempting to crawl away from her wrath but she gave no quarter, she made the best of efforts to end them all.
Ed and Hal combined, fighting back to back, held off nearly half a frontline of orc footsoldiers, supported by crazy Vin from range, reciting sentences from the book of Tempus, as he felled orc by orc with his deadly bolts.
William dished out a mighty headbutt to an orc captain, before delivering a thundering blow of death to him.
The figthing was intense, with many of the clanswomen and men dying, their ranks were thinning rapidly, whilst the waves of orcs seemed endless.
Becoming weared down, Ed and Hal were at the end of their rope, struggling to stand on their feet, barely able to strike deadly blows and rather parrying the striking done upon them.
Vin, noticing, dropped his crossbow and charged forth to support them, his sword drawn, but alas.
A searing blow of pain in his back stopped him dead in his tracks, feeling warm fluid streaming down his back and legs.
He fell onto his knees, realising he was gravely cut by a crude orc blade. And as he glanced up, he watched as Ed took a massive blade in the chest.
Hal called out for his brother Ed, in anger and tears.
"Tempus,do not forsake us in this dire hour..." Vin spoke softly.
Soon followed by a growl in pain as he saw a blade poking out of his chest, his vision turning hazy as he slowly succumbed to death.
Hal, seeing Ed die in front of him, roared with rage and threw his two hander right into an orc's chest, then using his bare hands to snap the neck of another, whilst the other orcs around him stabbed him with their crude blades untill he eventually sank through his knees, lifeforce flowing out of him rapidly as his eyes rolled backwards.
Kelth was breathing heavily and covered in blood. He heard and noticed his sisters and brothers fall one by one.
He spotted Daneira, dancing with death as the orc waves poured in on her.
Kelth tried to make his way to aid her, when all of a sudden all sound and vision was knocked out of his senses.
Slowly opening his what he thought were both of his eyes, ended in the fact that Kelth quickly noticed he was only seeing with one eye. His other eye, never would be able to see again.
Trying to get his bearings, he tried to stand up, but fell down again.
He glanced up, just in time to see his beloved Daneira taking a big, crude orc blade right into the chest with a loud yelp of pain.
“DANEIRAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!” Kelth’s eerie call echoed all over the fields.
The orc responsible for her deathblow, twisted his blade a cruel quarter and kicked Daneira down on the ground.
Kelth managed to pick up his twohander and in his rage, left nothing but a trail of death as he raced to Daneira, slaying the orc responsible for her death with one slash and then continued to hack and slash on the orcÂ’s corpse until it was no longer recogniseable.
He then threw down his blade and fell on his knees, taking Daneira in his arms, holding her as she was breathing her last.
Struggling, she murmured: " KÂ….KelthÂ…." her strength not even enough to lift her hand to reach his chest. " IÂ….I am sorryÂ…..so sorry I am going to leave ye"
"Ye ainÂ’t!" Kelth sobbed while speaking "Yer goinÂ’ ta live an' stay with me!" As he held her tight.
Daneir cried softly, glancing up at him in pain and sorrow.
"Kelth, please...kiss meÂ…kiss me a last timeÂ…a final kissÂ…a final feel of yer passion for meÂ…"
She murmuredÂ…her voice broken.
Kelth, not being able to hold back his emotion, crying alike a newborn , took her in for a kiss, with all his passion and love for her in it.
The iron like taste of blood lingered in his mouth, though he did not care, he kissed her as if he thought he would prolong her life by doing such, until he felt her body become heavy.
He slowly released her lips from his, crying and sobbing loudly, resting his forehead against hers.
A loud horn sounded which caused all orcs to stop fighting, turn and rally.
Kelth did not notice them leaving for sorrow, anger and despondency, had him in their grasp, as he sat there in the middle of the killingfield...holding Daneira.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ne42imPIlm8
He bears a tale so gloom and tragic never to be known
Into darkness now fallen, into hatred now grown
Like stillborn child drifting in the silent seas
Of blood, crushing all his dreams
No castle walls can hold the fury in his eyes
Devotion for death, now controls his life
No gold or silver can bring him consolation
Only one thing is left inside him, the desire of revenge
One light so cold and pale, sleeping quietly all alone
One life so old and gray, wandering away from home
Parted with a horrid cry, snow falls on his grief
United by the sword of wicked screams
What deeds he has done to hear those deadful sounds
In the ruins of memories he wanders, forever bound
Forever bound to death!
Wait for me in th mountains, haunt for me in the winds
Wait for me in the land where nothing lives
Until the day I have found revenge, I will feed my sword
Until my heart is cold, every breath of mine is yours
Kelth lies in his bed, tossing and turning, dreaming...the image of the battlefield...his friends...brother and wife near him...reliving his past
As Kelth moved to the ridge and glanced down...he could see the torches, a gigantic line of torches which revealed the shades of armor clad orcs, grunting and howling, thirsting for blood,violence and sin.
Kelth quickly formed back up in line and glanced up to the skies, t'was near twilight and the united villages, now an army, marched down.
During the march, Kelth and Daneira's hands met one another, squeezing while marching, glancing at eachother with a grin yet emotional...both afraid.
Rain began to fall over the silent hills and fields and a thunderstorm roared. The two armies now facing eachother.
Soon it became clear, the humans were vastly outnumbered, at least ten to one. But still they chose to take the field.
As the rain lashed into the faces of all those on the field and thunder struck all around, the orcs unleashed a thundering roar alltogether, clearly their warcry. Kelth and his battlesisters and brothers roared out in return.
The air was filled with sheer hatred, disgust and fear.
With another thundering word of command from a quite large Orc in the back lines, the orcs began to march forward,rapidly. The large Orc in the back wielding a crude, large blade and a distinct red leather armor. He was bigger than all the other orcs.
The united clans began to march in return, marching became running, running became a charge, the warrior poets roaring out with rage.
Remembering what was done to the other villages, most of them began to sing or hum, battlesongs...
The two armies clashed, the sound of swords crossing.
Cries,grunts,roars, steel cleaving flesh and bodies fell to the ground.
Kelth gritted his teeth,wielding his master crafted sword with outmost security, cleaving orc after orc. Left swing, right swing, an upwards thrust,lifting a screaming orc upward and throwing him into his own ranks.
Daneira spun like a whirlwind on the field, throwing heaps of orcs backwards, dismembered and screaming, attempting to crawl away from her wrath but she gave no quarter, she made the best of efforts to end them all.
Ed and Hal combined, fighting back to back, held off nearly half a frontline of orc footsoldiers, supported by crazy Vin from range, reciting sentences from the book of Tempus, as he felled orc by orc with his deadly bolts.
William dished out a mighty headbutt to an orc captain, before delivering a thundering blow of death to him.
The figthing was intense, with many of the clanswomen and men dying, their ranks were thinning rapidly, whilst the waves of orcs seemed endless.
Becoming weared down, Ed and Hal were at the end of their rope, struggling to stand on their feet, barely able to strike deadly blows and rather parrying the striking done upon them.
Vin, noticing, dropped his crossbow and charged forth to support them, his sword drawn, but alas.
A searing blow of pain in his back stopped him dead in his tracks, feeling warm fluid streaming down his back and legs.
He fell onto his knees, realising he was gravely cut by a crude orc blade. And as he glanced up, he watched as Ed took a massive blade in the chest.
Hal called out for his brother Ed, in anger and tears.
"Tempus,do not forsake us in this dire hour..." Vin spoke softly.
Soon followed by a growl in pain as he saw a blade poking out of his chest, his vision turning hazy as he slowly succumbed to death.
Hal, seeing Ed die in front of him, roared with rage and threw his two hander right into an orc's chest, then using his bare hands to snap the neck of another, whilst the other orcs around him stabbed him with their crude blades untill he eventually sank through his knees, lifeforce flowing out of him rapidly as his eyes rolled backwards.
Kelth was breathing heavily and covered in blood. He heard and noticed his sisters and brothers fall one by one.
He spotted Daneira, dancing with death as the orc waves poured in on her.
Kelth tried to make his way to aid her, when all of a sudden all sound and vision was knocked out of his senses.
Slowly opening his what he thought were both of his eyes, ended in the fact that Kelth quickly noticed he was only seeing with one eye. His other eye, never would be able to see again.
Trying to get his bearings, he tried to stand up, but fell down again.
He glanced up, just in time to see his beloved Daneira taking a big, crude orc blade right into the chest with a loud yelp of pain.
“DANEIRAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!” Kelth’s eerie call echoed all over the fields.
The orc responsible for her deathblow, twisted his blade a cruel quarter and kicked Daneira down on the ground.
Kelth managed to pick up his twohander and in his rage, left nothing but a trail of death as he raced to Daneira, slaying the orc responsible for her death with one slash and then continued to hack and slash on the orcÂ’s corpse until it was no longer recogniseable.
He then threw down his blade and fell on his knees, taking Daneira in his arms, holding her as she was breathing her last.
Struggling, she murmured: " KÂ….KelthÂ…." her strength not even enough to lift her hand to reach his chest. " IÂ….I am sorryÂ…..so sorry I am going to leave ye"
"Ye ainÂ’t!" Kelth sobbed while speaking "Yer goinÂ’ ta live an' stay with me!" As he held her tight.
Daneir cried softly, glancing up at him in pain and sorrow.
"Kelth, please...kiss meÂ…kiss me a last timeÂ…a final kissÂ…a final feel of yer passion for meÂ…"
She murmuredÂ…her voice broken.
Kelth, not being able to hold back his emotion, crying alike a newborn , took her in for a kiss, with all his passion and love for her in it.
The iron like taste of blood lingered in his mouth, though he did not care, he kissed her as if he thought he would prolong her life by doing such, until he felt her body become heavy.
He slowly released her lips from his, crying and sobbing loudly, resting his forehead against hers.
A loud horn sounded which caused all orcs to stop fighting, turn and rally.
Kelth did not notice them leaving for sorrow, anger and despondency, had him in their grasp, as he sat there in the middle of the killingfield...holding Daneira.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ne42imPIlm8
He bears a tale so gloom and tragic never to be known
Into darkness now fallen, into hatred now grown
Like stillborn child drifting in the silent seas
Of blood, crushing all his dreams
No castle walls can hold the fury in his eyes
Devotion for death, now controls his life
No gold or silver can bring him consolation
Only one thing is left inside him, the desire of revenge
One light so cold and pale, sleeping quietly all alone
One life so old and gray, wandering away from home
Parted with a horrid cry, snow falls on his grief
United by the sword of wicked screams
What deeds he has done to hear those deadful sounds
In the ruins of memories he wanders, forever bound
Forever bound to death!
Wait for me in th mountains, haunt for me in the winds
Wait for me in the land where nothing lives
Until the day I have found revenge, I will feed my sword
Until my heart is cold, every breath of mine is yours
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Journal entry
I am glad Alessandra has made her decission. Bound by honor and loyalty I am, so be it.
Where other allies vanish, leaving open holes and the sincere feeling of missing, new possible allies emerge. Truth be told, I welcome it, for I need more allies.
My talk with Amir has offered me at least a bit of...breathing room, but his task to not drink nor engage into intimacy with others leaves me on edge. I find myself often in the planes, killing out of frustration. Not the healthies of motivations, but I rather cut down monsters, instead of becoming one myself...the blood in my veins slowly is beginning to scream and roar. Well, at least the dreams are getting better.
Alessandra in other words, basicly told me to try and move on and find someone to fight for and conquer...
I tried that once and abandoned all who I am and stand for, only to learn that she wished to be fought over with one pure of blood who thinks me a taint. Fighting -for- someone who is worth it to me, I can do. But I will not engage into simpleton methods to fight over a partner as a 'prize'. That goes against all beliefs I have. One should be with me out of own desire, not because I would need to prove myself time and again. My actions are my proof.
No...should I encounter someone again that sweeps me from my feet and manages to ignite the fire within me, it has to be as equals and equals only.
I am saving up coin to finally see to that hut of mine, it is leaking like mad, but still, this is home to me.
The gathering of scrolls has begun, no doubt I am going to step on toes, perhaps even dangerous ones, but I welcome the challlenge. I rather invoke the wrath of cultists and berks that are hellbent on destruction. I say, let us clash, for I will emerge victorious in this.
I am glad Alessandra has made her decission. Bound by honor and loyalty I am, so be it.
Where other allies vanish, leaving open holes and the sincere feeling of missing, new possible allies emerge. Truth be told, I welcome it, for I need more allies.
My talk with Amir has offered me at least a bit of...breathing room, but his task to not drink nor engage into intimacy with others leaves me on edge. I find myself often in the planes, killing out of frustration. Not the healthies of motivations, but I rather cut down monsters, instead of becoming one myself...the blood in my veins slowly is beginning to scream and roar. Well, at least the dreams are getting better.
Alessandra in other words, basicly told me to try and move on and find someone to fight for and conquer...
I tried that once and abandoned all who I am and stand for, only to learn that she wished to be fought over with one pure of blood who thinks me a taint. Fighting -for- someone who is worth it to me, I can do. But I will not engage into simpleton methods to fight over a partner as a 'prize'. That goes against all beliefs I have. One should be with me out of own desire, not because I would need to prove myself time and again. My actions are my proof.
No...should I encounter someone again that sweeps me from my feet and manages to ignite the fire within me, it has to be as equals and equals only.
I am saving up coin to finally see to that hut of mine, it is leaking like mad, but still, this is home to me.
The gathering of scrolls has begun, no doubt I am going to step on toes, perhaps even dangerous ones, but I welcome the challlenge. I rather invoke the wrath of cultists and berks that are hellbent on destruction. I say, let us clash, for I will emerge victorious in this.
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Kelth jolts a new list in his journal
Those I most likely will end up killing
- Marius, if I ever find him.
- ALL Anarch terror cells.
- Hezrou and his master. (Mental note, Hezrou actively shoving me, the one Trixx also stood up to, I'll know it when I see it's ugly face)
Those I most likely will end up killing
- Marius, if I ever find him.
- ALL Anarch terror cells.
- Hezrou and his master. (Mental note, Hezrou actively shoving me, the one Trixx also stood up to, I'll know it when I see it's ugly face)
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Journal Entry
Many developments keep my mind and heart busy. Half of them I do not know what the outcome will be and half of them I fear I can only sort out with cutting those responsible in half...
My goal to not drink has failed, slightly. Needless to say this has angered Odette. I appreciate the fact my allies worry...but it is -me- who has to do this...not them.
I am currently seeing Nessar. She invokes certain stirrings within me and it seems it is mutual, however, I struggle with fears and insecurities. She is so kind to me, it feels as if I do not deserve it, for I fear she might either end up being hurt by my choices in life and possible backlash or vanish, as others did. I can be myself with her, she judges me not and seems willing to listen to whatever I wish to banter about...one might say she posesses a soothing presence.
Nobody knows what the future has in store...we shall see how things develop.
Phantom has returned, I feel a meeting with him and Quinn is in order, especially now that there is a price on our heads and assassins apparantly are after us. I swear I will cleave every last one of them...
A recent meeting became rather interesting, I must admit I find myself intrigued....a battle of wits, refined...I find myself grinning as I think back on it...
Many developments keep my mind and heart busy. Half of them I do not know what the outcome will be and half of them I fear I can only sort out with cutting those responsible in half...
My goal to not drink has failed, slightly. Needless to say this has angered Odette. I appreciate the fact my allies worry...but it is -me- who has to do this...not them.
I am currently seeing Nessar. She invokes certain stirrings within me and it seems it is mutual, however, I struggle with fears and insecurities. She is so kind to me, it feels as if I do not deserve it, for I fear she might either end up being hurt by my choices in life and possible backlash or vanish, as others did. I can be myself with her, she judges me not and seems willing to listen to whatever I wish to banter about...one might say she posesses a soothing presence.
Nobody knows what the future has in store...we shall see how things develop.
Phantom has returned, I feel a meeting with him and Quinn is in order, especially now that there is a price on our heads and assassins apparantly are after us. I swear I will cleave every last one of them...
A recent meeting became rather interesting, I must admit I find myself intrigued....a battle of wits, refined...I find myself grinning as I think back on it...
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Journal Entry ((THOU SHALT NOT METAGAME THIS!))
Coin on my head, pike if I will let that affect others. I had numerous reasons to discontinue my seeing of Nessar, but this development pushed my hand to do it.
Gale gave me a firm lecture, without much effect. I suppose she has her valid points, but I stand by my decission, I can't afford looking after soft personalities. As selfish as that might seem. I am allowed to make my choices.
I see and hear more and more about those accursed scrolls, they need to vanish, -all- of them. Godess willing, chant is that the Doomguard have a few in their vault...I just might be tempted to raid it. Pentar can kiss my rear, the time for entropy is -not- now, nor ever.
If only my network would consist of -more- likeminded souls I could prepare this idea with.
Recent...other experiences have been most interesting...intriguing even.
I find my temperament somewhat soothed at those moments, yet different cravings now cause my blood to roar. The moment of calmth only there for a brief amount of time...I can not deny what I am or who I am and shall have to make do.
The only thing I fear, is to feel again, for it shall cripple me if I admit to that.
Coin on my head, pike if I will let that affect others. I had numerous reasons to discontinue my seeing of Nessar, but this development pushed my hand to do it.
Gale gave me a firm lecture, without much effect. I suppose she has her valid points, but I stand by my decission, I can't afford looking after soft personalities. As selfish as that might seem. I am allowed to make my choices.
I see and hear more and more about those accursed scrolls, they need to vanish, -all- of them. Godess willing, chant is that the Doomguard have a few in their vault...I just might be tempted to raid it. Pentar can kiss my rear, the time for entropy is -not- now, nor ever.
If only my network would consist of -more- likeminded souls I could prepare this idea with.
Recent...other experiences have been most interesting...intriguing even.
I find my temperament somewhat soothed at those moments, yet different cravings now cause my blood to roar. The moment of calmth only there for a brief amount of time...I can not deny what I am or who I am and shall have to make do.
The only thing I fear, is to feel again, for it shall cripple me if I admit to that.
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Updated Bio time!
Basic Information
Name: Kelth McEwan
Aliases: "Lion" - "Big Guy"
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 32
Profession: Weaponsmith, Arms merchant, Armor merchant, Enchanter, Performer (Musician)
Languages: Common, Sylvan, Draconic and basic Celestial
Accent: Kelth has a thick accent going, most likely his trademark as well.
Physical Information
Height: 2,12m
Weight: 100 Kilograms
Body build: Rather muscular, tall
Skin type: Rough
Hair style: Long, black manes, tiny bells being knotted into them.
Eyes: His visible eye is hazel coloured and Feline in appearance, cat like Iris.
Skin: Caucasian.
Features: Kelth wears an eyepatch, covering his right eye. On the borders top right of the patch and bottom left, one can clearly see endings of a thick scar. Another huge scar which had to be a gash once, runs over his sternum.
He is always bare-chested, wearing a kilt-like battle attire. Around his torso, diagonally, runs a black, leather strap, that holds the dull looking, black-leathered sheathe of the Claymore on his back. Underneath the sheathe, hangs a bag that holds his Bouzouki (Irish like lute)
When he smiles, four razor sharp fangs are bared.
Other than that, Kelth is a tall, rugged, handsome man whom, once people are used to him, is a rather warm presence to those he find worthy.
Kelth is known to have a poor sense of direction, relying on his keen hearing to get his bearings.
Mental Information
Alignment: Chaotic-?
Philosophy: The 18 wisdoms about life his father once taught him, as mentioned against a student of his while training.
1. "Do wha' ye will, ye knoow wha' ye should an' if a thing is worth doin', t'is worth doin' good."
2. "Take wha' ye will, but, nae more than ye need, fer tha balance o' life is d'srupted by greed."
3. "Give some tae tha Gods o' all tha' ye 'ave, fer they kin give ye their blessin's.. or they kin cut ye in 'alf."
4. "Care fer nature aroound ye, all tha trees an' green things, fer we're in life t'gether.We shoould all do oour thing."
5. "True friendship, strong as iron, will ne'er turn tae rust.An e'erlasting curse r'wards betrayal o' tha' trust."
6. "Tae yer Clan an' tae common folk be respectful an' mild, an' tae all o' yer enemies be nasty an' wild!”
7. "Choose yer friends wisely, all tha' glitters is nae gold.A promise made must be fulfilled, as Fire burns an' Ice is cold".
8. "Feed yer guests, shoould ye 'ave 'em.Share yer mead an' your bread. Nae drink tae much o' tha ale-horn, nae be ferst in yer bed."
9. "Nae boast aboout poowers ye do nae p'sess. Fer tha True deed, makes tha false speech completely worthless..."
10. "When bad times are 'pon ye, ne'er ferget they won't last. Wiv a light 'eart an' courage, they will soon be tha past."
11. "Laugh each day, 'cause it feels good an' make love, nae make strife. Wiv 'noough sex an' laughter ye will live a full life".
12. "Nae be frightened tae love, Ne'er be tae tough ta cry. Give yer feelin's expression an' yer spirit will fly."
13. "If rules are wise respect them, if they are foolish, then don't. If yer work 'as purpose, do it! If t'is pointless, then don't!”
14. "Don't think ye can do nae a thing, when ye see all is wrong. Fer if yer true tae yerself, yer one o' tha strong!"
15. "In a 'eart filled wiv honour thar be nae room fer fear. Trust in yerself an' NAE FOKKIN' PANIC! an' yer 'ead will stay clear."
16. "Keep yer sword an' spear sharpened, when a conflict ye feel. So if 'arsh words nae solve it, you kin trust in cold steel!”
17. "Take good care o' yer body; take good care o' yer sooul. Fer ye need BOTH in this life tae take ye tae yer goal."
18. "Folloow nae other leader than tha one ye knoow an' trust. Fer Gods thar be many...but a true leader on tha' ba'llefield...be a must."
Deity/Beliefs:
Kelth was known to worship the Morrigan in his early days in Sigil, however, Kelth willingly converted into the fold of Pelor when he and Naya'il started to become close and romantic with one another. Despite doubts, angers and feeling abandoned by Pelor when Marius Darktale robbed him and Naya of their unborn child, Kelth slowly made ammends and remained a follower of Pelor's fold.
More recent Kelth can be seen with a Pendant of Hoar and The Morrigan dangling around his neck, hinting at his vision of retribution and hatred against injustice as well for his insatiable lust for battle.
Personality:
Kelth is known for his harsh language, straight-forwardness and lack of sugar coating things. He is also known for building up a swift anger and rage when matters of compromised freedom are mentioned or people suffer injustice. Aside from that...strangers often mistake him for a blunt savage (which is not strange, since Kelth often belches out loud, wiping residu of his drinks from his chin and bare chest while relaxing at Khazeet's)
Being the huge, yet charismatic man that he is, he is known to lead groups without being the type of leader that wants his authority to be recognised. It's more the effect of people willingly following him because they trust him, or so it has appeared all these years in Sigil.
Kelth is known to dive into a battle first when he is angered, anger clouds his tactical thinking, but if calm, tactics is the first he will discuss with his "Battlebrothers and Sisters" before executing an attack.
Kelth is known to be humorous and open minded. He also makes it no secret he invests time, effort and money to help improve the chances of the Hive youth. Teaching them the art of swordplay in hopes of teaching them discipline. He also offers small ammounts of coin to help gain tutelage and apprenticeship for youngsters who prove to him they want a better future.
It used to be common knowledge, despite the hardships endured, Kelth and Naya'il were the McEwans. Married and paving their path into the future in dark, odd and intrigue infested Sigil as merchant couple since Naya'il took up the trade as well. The real reasons mostly clouded to the outside multiverse, rumor has it Kelth has disbanded this bond ever since Naya'il remained with her father in their wars. The topic is avoided by Kelth on the rare moments it arises.
Kelth has been seen with various allies who come and go as their own lives form and is known for the fact that once he deems someone a friend, he will leap through the very flames of the Hells to protect them, once he deems someone enemy...people generally know said enemy will either learn a harsh lesson, or end up being brutally slaughtered one way or another.
Rumors/ Tales:
There are records that show that Kelth McEwan was held responsible for the destruction of the Smoking Hammer inn and the many deaths of innocents. However, Kelth never was sentenced for it. Rumors have it, the inn exploded as the result of a bloody battle between him and Marius Darktale. The two appear to have had some feud, ever since it came to light Marius offered coin to see Kelth being crucified in public on the Bazaar.
Another rumor is that Marius, after the explosion, like Kelth, was ressurected and nearly managed to have Kelth kill his own former wife. As a result, their unborn child was lost, causing much grief to them.
There are also rumours, Kelth had resorted to more darker, bardic arcane, creating various, dark and ominous instruments of death, as part of his plans of vengeance on Marius. Wether or not Kelth succeeded in this, remains unknown.
It is said Kelth often is seen with a woman in Red, Odette Vieuxpont, Amir, Corny and Gale and a varied group of other individuals whom he values.
// Previous Bio/Journal/Story thread: http://z13.invisionfree.com/nwn2planesc ... c=313&st=0
Kelth's Theme Song in general: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GyWGab3vJHQ
A nexus fruition
Whirling cognition
Ulterior, the failing of words
A pageant to leave me bewildered
Lurch at the sight of the clandestine ascendancy
Pervading anima
An awe-struck principle, an adytum to find our home
Long for the rapture again
Crave for the pristine light
Vastness engulfing the soul
Unfurling this truth, an orbit in sovreignity
Sown into deep darkness
The grain has to die, perish to bestow new life
A vis major painting a rapturous view
Heralding a vivid thema
Heed, it's like calling the rain
It's like bearing in pain
Like embracing life an decaying in death
Heed, it's like calling the rain
It's like the caress of a mother
Like life to go withered, a perennial pneuma
I will not forget what I arose from
Decidual the forests proclaim
The glory primal, the rapturous supremacy
Vanquishing the vile
Burgeoning beyond, bearing the essence of life
Crave for the rapture again
Long for the pristine light
Basic Information
Name: Kelth McEwan
Aliases: "Lion" - "Big Guy"
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 32
Profession: Weaponsmith, Arms merchant, Armor merchant, Enchanter, Performer (Musician)
Languages: Common, Sylvan, Draconic and basic Celestial
Accent: Kelth has a thick accent going, most likely his trademark as well.
Physical Information
Height: 2,12m
Weight: 100 Kilograms
Body build: Rather muscular, tall
Skin type: Rough
Hair style: Long, black manes, tiny bells being knotted into them.
Eyes: His visible eye is hazel coloured and Feline in appearance, cat like Iris.
Skin: Caucasian.
Features: Kelth wears an eyepatch, covering his right eye. On the borders top right of the patch and bottom left, one can clearly see endings of a thick scar. Another huge scar which had to be a gash once, runs over his sternum.
He is always bare-chested, wearing a kilt-like battle attire. Around his torso, diagonally, runs a black, leather strap, that holds the dull looking, black-leathered sheathe of the Claymore on his back. Underneath the sheathe, hangs a bag that holds his Bouzouki (Irish like lute)
When he smiles, four razor sharp fangs are bared.
Other than that, Kelth is a tall, rugged, handsome man whom, once people are used to him, is a rather warm presence to those he find worthy.
Kelth is known to have a poor sense of direction, relying on his keen hearing to get his bearings.
Mental Information
Alignment: Chaotic-?
Philosophy: The 18 wisdoms about life his father once taught him, as mentioned against a student of his while training.
1. "Do wha' ye will, ye knoow wha' ye should an' if a thing is worth doin', t'is worth doin' good."
2. "Take wha' ye will, but, nae more than ye need, fer tha balance o' life is d'srupted by greed."
3. "Give some tae tha Gods o' all tha' ye 'ave, fer they kin give ye their blessin's.. or they kin cut ye in 'alf."
4. "Care fer nature aroound ye, all tha trees an' green things, fer we're in life t'gether.We shoould all do oour thing."
5. "True friendship, strong as iron, will ne'er turn tae rust.An e'erlasting curse r'wards betrayal o' tha' trust."
6. "Tae yer Clan an' tae common folk be respectful an' mild, an' tae all o' yer enemies be nasty an' wild!”
7. "Choose yer friends wisely, all tha' glitters is nae gold.A promise made must be fulfilled, as Fire burns an' Ice is cold".
8. "Feed yer guests, shoould ye 'ave 'em.Share yer mead an' your bread. Nae drink tae much o' tha ale-horn, nae be ferst in yer bed."
9. "Nae boast aboout poowers ye do nae p'sess. Fer tha True deed, makes tha false speech completely worthless..."
10. "When bad times are 'pon ye, ne'er ferget they won't last. Wiv a light 'eart an' courage, they will soon be tha past."
11. "Laugh each day, 'cause it feels good an' make love, nae make strife. Wiv 'noough sex an' laughter ye will live a full life".
12. "Nae be frightened tae love, Ne'er be tae tough ta cry. Give yer feelin's expression an' yer spirit will fly."
13. "If rules are wise respect them, if they are foolish, then don't. If yer work 'as purpose, do it! If t'is pointless, then don't!”
14. "Don't think ye can do nae a thing, when ye see all is wrong. Fer if yer true tae yerself, yer one o' tha strong!"
15. "In a 'eart filled wiv honour thar be nae room fer fear. Trust in yerself an' NAE FOKKIN' PANIC! an' yer 'ead will stay clear."
16. "Keep yer sword an' spear sharpened, when a conflict ye feel. So if 'arsh words nae solve it, you kin trust in cold steel!”
17. "Take good care o' yer body; take good care o' yer sooul. Fer ye need BOTH in this life tae take ye tae yer goal."
18. "Folloow nae other leader than tha one ye knoow an' trust. Fer Gods thar be many...but a true leader on tha' ba'llefield...be a must."
Deity/Beliefs:
Kelth was known to worship the Morrigan in his early days in Sigil, however, Kelth willingly converted into the fold of Pelor when he and Naya'il started to become close and romantic with one another. Despite doubts, angers and feeling abandoned by Pelor when Marius Darktale robbed him and Naya of their unborn child, Kelth slowly made ammends and remained a follower of Pelor's fold.
More recent Kelth can be seen with a Pendant of Hoar and The Morrigan dangling around his neck, hinting at his vision of retribution and hatred against injustice as well for his insatiable lust for battle.
Personality:
Kelth is known for his harsh language, straight-forwardness and lack of sugar coating things. He is also known for building up a swift anger and rage when matters of compromised freedom are mentioned or people suffer injustice. Aside from that...strangers often mistake him for a blunt savage (which is not strange, since Kelth often belches out loud, wiping residu of his drinks from his chin and bare chest while relaxing at Khazeet's)
Being the huge, yet charismatic man that he is, he is known to lead groups without being the type of leader that wants his authority to be recognised. It's more the effect of people willingly following him because they trust him, or so it has appeared all these years in Sigil.
Kelth is known to dive into a battle first when he is angered, anger clouds his tactical thinking, but if calm, tactics is the first he will discuss with his "Battlebrothers and Sisters" before executing an attack.
Kelth is known to be humorous and open minded. He also makes it no secret he invests time, effort and money to help improve the chances of the Hive youth. Teaching them the art of swordplay in hopes of teaching them discipline. He also offers small ammounts of coin to help gain tutelage and apprenticeship for youngsters who prove to him they want a better future.
It used to be common knowledge, despite the hardships endured, Kelth and Naya'il were the McEwans. Married and paving their path into the future in dark, odd and intrigue infested Sigil as merchant couple since Naya'il took up the trade as well. The real reasons mostly clouded to the outside multiverse, rumor has it Kelth has disbanded this bond ever since Naya'il remained with her father in their wars. The topic is avoided by Kelth on the rare moments it arises.
Kelth has been seen with various allies who come and go as their own lives form and is known for the fact that once he deems someone a friend, he will leap through the very flames of the Hells to protect them, once he deems someone enemy...people generally know said enemy will either learn a harsh lesson, or end up being brutally slaughtered one way or another.
Rumors/ Tales:
There are records that show that Kelth McEwan was held responsible for the destruction of the Smoking Hammer inn and the many deaths of innocents. However, Kelth never was sentenced for it. Rumors have it, the inn exploded as the result of a bloody battle between him and Marius Darktale. The two appear to have had some feud, ever since it came to light Marius offered coin to see Kelth being crucified in public on the Bazaar.
Another rumor is that Marius, after the explosion, like Kelth, was ressurected and nearly managed to have Kelth kill his own former wife. As a result, their unborn child was lost, causing much grief to them.
There are also rumours, Kelth had resorted to more darker, bardic arcane, creating various, dark and ominous instruments of death, as part of his plans of vengeance on Marius. Wether or not Kelth succeeded in this, remains unknown.
It is said Kelth often is seen with a woman in Red, Odette Vieuxpont, Amir, Corny and Gale and a varied group of other individuals whom he values.
// Previous Bio/Journal/Story thread: http://z13.invisionfree.com/nwn2planesc ... c=313&st=0
Kelth's Theme Song in general: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GyWGab3vJHQ
A nexus fruition
Whirling cognition
Ulterior, the failing of words
A pageant to leave me bewildered
Lurch at the sight of the clandestine ascendancy
Pervading anima
An awe-struck principle, an adytum to find our home
Long for the rapture again
Crave for the pristine light
Vastness engulfing the soul
Unfurling this truth, an orbit in sovreignity
Sown into deep darkness
The grain has to die, perish to bestow new life
A vis major painting a rapturous view
Heralding a vivid thema
Heed, it's like calling the rain
It's like bearing in pain
Like embracing life an decaying in death
Heed, it's like calling the rain
It's like the caress of a mother
Like life to go withered, a perennial pneuma
I will not forget what I arose from
Decidual the forests proclaim
The glory primal, the rapturous supremacy
Vanquishing the vile
Burgeoning beyond, bearing the essence of life
Crave for the rapture again
Long for the pristine light