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| Kushluk | Jun 27 2010, 09:16 AM Post #1 |
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Lord of the Shimazu
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Class: Soldier LVL: 6 EXP: 42/120 STR: 4 AGI: 4 (-1) INT: 2 WIL: 1 HP: 50/50 SP: 35/35 C: 10% B: 30% P: 0% F: 0% I: 20% E: 0% Armor: Gambeson RHand: Short Bow LHand: -- Misc1: Misc2: DMG: 5-20 P ACC: 110% DEF: 20% POW: 10% RES: 10% Condition: Known Spells: Soothe EDIT : Alloctaed Skill points Edited by Legatus, Aug 1 2010, 04:05 PM.
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| Kushluk | Jun 28 2010, 12:12 AM Post #2 |
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Lord of the Shimazu
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The second son of an old Household in Aevo, Kushluk grew up the privileged lifestyle of a noble. He earned a decent education and even spoke the tongue of the surrounding nations while meeting many foreign dignitaries. As he grew in age though his ego seemed to grow with him as he regarded himself above others, thus his Father Lord Magnus Shimazu and his Mother Lady Sophia had him put through rig training hoping that through discipline he might become a little more humble. Though that is what they told him face to face but what they didn't want to tell him was that they wanted their son to be able to protect himself as they feared the deteriorating conditions with the Empire of Fael. Their foresight proved true as the Fealen troops smashed across their border and thus the Entire Shimazu Bloodline went to war, with the exception of Kushluk who headed up a company of horsemen that escorted his Mother and the family children to their estate in relative safety of southern Ilathaen. As he lead his company through the crumbling nation of Aevo his noble pompousness edged away to pity for the people as they fled south, and also anger stirred in his heart against his father and two brothers that went to war without him. When they finally reached the estates of Glenwood in southern Ilathaen Kushluk bid his mother goodbye and lead his men back north at breakneck speed to rejoin his brothers and father. A full night and day with no rest passed as they stormed across Ilathaen and back into Aevo and saw with their own eyes the war filled hell their homeland had become. The Shimazu had long been staunch defenders of Aevo and had a feared reputation for turning back every attempted invasion .... this time though it was different. Kushluk could tell that the nation was on the brink of collapse and only there safety in numbers and speed kept them immune to the pickets and skirmishes of the Empire. As the sun began to set they tore across the war torn country until they reached where the Armies of Aevo would of met the Empire at the Passes of Stormveil. The young noble finally allowed his men to rest for a short while in a small creek that lay just before the passes but they kept a vigilant watch up for this was no longer their home they feared. Just as midnight came they picked camp and made their way to the smoldering battlefield. The dim moonlight did little to shed light on the desolate plains but from what they saw it was grim as they saw the many banners and soldiers of Aezo smashed and stamped into the bloody ground. After cautiously making their way through the shattered field the company finally saw a familiar standard that was caste on the ground in disgrace ... a gold and green banner with a green lion's head though it was hard to make with the dust and blood across its fair features. It was one the banner of the Shimazu, to which all would live by it or die defending it. After constructing a mound of earth to they proceeded to gather all of the fallen household yet it was a silent hope to all present that the Lord Magnus and his sons had survived as their bodies could not be found. Grim was the work that night but finally they had finished their task once they set the mound aflame they rode out of the field in haste. They had paid their respects to their fallen brothers and sisters, but to tally there would be only adding to the pyre that was stating to gather attention from the surrounding countryside. The company rode their mounts almost ragged to reach the Ilathaen border and when they did they could feel their mounts become increasingly unsteady under them Allowing their mounts to rest by a small river the company ate what little dried meat they had left before they pressed on toward the border. As they rested Kush went to eye the round behind them to which at first he only noticed the morning mist settling in on the road, but soon something other than the cool morning breeze made his spine tingle and the hairs on his back stand on end. As he turned to move the men out Kush suddenly thought he saw movement to his right and as he turned to look his world went black as something heavy crashed into his face. He faded to and from consciousness but Kushluk remembered vividly seeing knights in sheer black plate armor with a black and red standard ride down on his men. Every time he struggled to get up he felt weak in the legs and couldn't get his footing, all the while watching in a haze as the black ones caught his comrades by complete surprise and slew them without a chance to defend themselves. Even the injured ones where not spared as the black armored ones hack them into shreds, sometimes even dismounting their horses to hack at them, as if they reveled in their butchery. The young noble was finally able to grab his sword and managed to stand, but everything then became a blur again, and then a heavy boot to the stomach which sent him straight into the river. Before the cold waters took him the last thing Kushluk saw was one of the black knights eyeing him intently, the dark slits in his helm seemingly pits to a deep dark abyss where insanity is a gift. At that point the ragged young noble remembered naught but the cold grasp of the waters as he faded from this world. ..... or so he thought. For his time hadn't come just yet. He awoke on a bank of the river, his light armor dented and smashed, his head throbbing, a metal taste in his mouth and his sword gone. Somehow he got to his feet, threw up whatever he had for before his ordeal, picked himself up and slowly one foot in front of the other followed the river upstream. After what seemed like an eternity as his footfalls where often misplaced and he felt lightheaded for sure. However by luck or fortune he managed to find the former camp site of his comrades and he found them clear as day. Every single one of his men had been beheaded, his headless corpse nailed to a tree while his head rested on a pole just in front of his respective tree. Kushluk could only look on in stunned horror as crows came to feast on the fresh dead, one picking out a strand of skin from one of the closet victims to him. Frantically he waved them off until the carrions had retreated a respectable distance, but they waited as if knowing he was not going to stay there. Whatever naitive Kushluk had about life up to that point had certianly went up in smoke upon seeing his brethren slaughtered at the Passes of Stormveil, but that was war and they died in some honor .... this was not the work of any soldie or warrior ... not even the work of men. He broke that day, the only time in his life Kushluk had aloud the inner pride to fail. The noble wasnt sure if anyone heard him and he was not reallly caring at that moment, these where HIS men .... HIS comrades ... and he failed them. Kush didnt know how long he grieved, but even in his grief he knew that they needed to be honored and not eaten by carrion birds. Weary as he was Kushluk tore down all the poles with his comrades heads and burned them in a patch of fire in the middle of the clearing, shortly afterwards het set fire to the surrounding trees. The lone survivor grimly swore if he should ever find these black knights he will repay every life lost here this day if not more as he watched the noon sky take the embers of his comrades into the afterlife. Once he was satisfied that the fire had done its job Kush turned his back on that painful memory and made his way across the river and into the northern Ilathaen woodlands. For several yeras he hunted in the forests and learned the harsh lessons the wild had to give to all without exception to anyone. Eventually he recovered from the ordeal but ever time he thinks about that day he becomes a distant grim person aside for his normal thoughtful and kind personaility. Deep in his heart though he feels shame for letting his men die under his command, and an untouched source of fury every time he sees a Faelen soldier in Black Armor. Right now though he merely tries to make a living off the wild in Northern Ilathaen while trying to find some measure of peace while the world around him falls into the familiar scent of war. Preferring to roam the wild alone he keeps to his hunting grounds, his bow almost always nocked and ready to act on a moments notice. ----------- Kushluk stands 5 foot 11 inches with golden hair and blue eyes and has a charming complextion about him that has roughened since his years in the wild. The fallen noble dones himself in green mail armor with a matching cloak and has a green scarf around his head. He also has a medallion signifying his nobility to his house but hasn't looked at it in years for it brings back a powerful feeling of shame and disgrace. As the years passed from the tragedy Kushluk became more sociable to outsiders once more but without the brash attitude he once had, he follows an eye for an eye and believes what he sees as of late. Following his own code of morals he is kind and considerate of others, brave and resourceful to his allies but almost cold and unfeeling to any Faelen people he encounters regardless if they are friendly or not. He usaully has a wry smirk on his face and loves the simple things in life, but to this day anyone who asks about who he was he merely says he is no one special. The moment anything reminds him of his dark day he will become distant, cold, queit , and maliciuos. For imagery sakes look at my avatar. Edited by Kushluk, Jun 29 2010, 08:10 AM.
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| Kushluk | Jul 8 2010, 02:32 AM Post #3 |
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Lord of the Shimazu
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Level 6 STR: 4 AGI: 5 (+2) INT: 2 WIL: 1 Level 5 STR: 4 AGI: 3 INT: 2 WIL: 1 Edited by Legatus, Jul 8 2010, 06:39 AM.
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