Post by Kendall Ducaine Malice on Nov 6, 2006 15:12:07 GMT -5
[Ok, so this is a darker incarnation of one of my many characters. Also I beleive it is my darkest character to date, and this is my first attempt and a post for this character for a friends RP board.
Be kind in your critique, I appricate constructive comments =). The insperation for this character was a little Malus Darkblade from Warhammer, a little Lord Regnier from Kingdom Under Fire, and Achilles from The Iliad.]
Through the rolling tides of the sea a single vessel cut a determined path with seemingly unnatural speed and agility. Long and sleek, its hull a shallow “V” shape made it ideal for skimming the surface of the ocean. Constructed entirely of a dark timber this vessel appeared to be a black bug scowering over the surface of great sea. Even as the noon sun basked the ship with its rays it appeared dark and oily as if the very waters of the ocean feared to penetrate its porous surface. The boat rocked steadily as it moved along the surface of the sea, the steady, monotonous drumbeat coaxed the engine of the ship. Sixty slaves, all with their hands crudely nailed through the backs of their palms to the large oars they manipulated, arranged in sets of three manned the twenty large oars (ten on either side) that propelled the ship through the water. Their tongues cut out, their eyes gouged and sown shut, their backs bleeding and beaten from the unforgiving taskmasters whip their only purpose in life was to row when commanded and stop when ordered.
At the bow of this vessel stood Klar Kaous: Dread Lord of the Kaous Wastes, Champion of the Dark Gods, and Destroyer of Nations & Armies. Many, many unfathomable years ago Klar Kaous was called upon by the Dark Gods when their own Demons and Generals were not able to achieve Military Victory. One that Klar Kaous was able to reap but not with out cost, one flaw that demons are inherently born with out was courage. What courage does an Immortal have? Courage is the ability to face death and laugh as you beat all odds into submission. Even the Gods envy the mortals because mortals can die and know what it is like to rise to the occasion in one glorious instant and prove them selves equal to the Gods that govern them. This was the key that unlocked that which had so long alluded the Dark Gods and their Demon Generals, this is what Klar Kaous knew and instilled in his men as he road to utter victory crushing his opponent with the likes that had never been seen before, or to this day.
Klar Kaous stood at the bow as it pitched up and down as his small dagger ship cut through the flesh of the Ocean; it was a test of wills, the Dread Lord versus the Sea. Who would break first? If it was a contest of wills then the Ocean was clearly out matched and had met its greater. It’s waves broke upon the ship’s hull with a liquid slap and retreated back into the sea in a agonizing cry of desperation almost as if the see was reeling in pain from its futile attempts to slap the ship out of the water. Klar Kaous gave no notice of this; it was like annoying child who had not learned its lesson yet. No, rather the Dread Lord stood in stark defiance with statue like resolve. His huge arms folded over his bare chest as he stared at the landmass that for the past hour had been steadily growing in his view. He would make landing within the hour and by night fall already his encampment would be established and soon would march on to the closest village or city.
Reaching the shore happened sooner than originally anticipated. As if sensing his will the rowing slaves doubled their efforts in hopes of avoiding any punishment for making their master wait longer than he should, on top of that Klar Kaous received some assistance from the wailing ocean as they caught a wave that carried the boat almost effortlessly over the receding surf and partly moored the his ship upon the sands of the beach. Still Klar Kaous didn’t move, not until the Taskmaster approached him and announced that they were beginning to unload the supplies. Slowly Klar Kaous shifted his weight and regarded the mutilated visage of the man before him, for no longer than a heart’s beat the two exchanged glances before the Taskmaster bowed with a “Thank you Lord” and turned to see to the disposition of supplies as they were being unloaded from the cargo holds. Stepping down from the bow the Dread Lord methodically stalked towards the rear of the ship, along the way the rowing slaves hung their head in his terrible presence, silent cries and muffled groans of the slaves sounded like an orchestra announcing his presence. As he arrived at the main hold the Taskmaster barked out an order and cracked his whip as the last of Klar Kaous’ provisions were unloaded. Then turning to the Dread Lord he spoke reverently.
“The supplies & provisions have been unloaded ma’lord… all that need be unloaded is your war horse.”
His voice was thick and hoarse, with a cockney accent as he looked up into the abyssal shadows where he assumed the Dread Lord’s eyes would be. Not waiting for an answer to his statement he proceeded to monitor the unloading of the Masters horse. Klar Kaous himself moved down the ramp, his gauntleted foot tasted the pure virgin sand for the first time. Looking around Klar Kaous observed the tree line slowly taking in the lay of the land. This would be the mark of a new era, an era the Absynthe Bay would come to know the resolve Klar Kaous’ will.
Latin to English Translation:
Vae Victis: "Woe to the vanquished"~ Brennus, a Chief of the Gauls 390 BC
Be kind in your critique, I appricate constructive comments =). The insperation for this character was a little Malus Darkblade from Warhammer, a little Lord Regnier from Kingdom Under Fire, and Achilles from The Iliad.]
Through the rolling tides of the sea a single vessel cut a determined path with seemingly unnatural speed and agility. Long and sleek, its hull a shallow “V” shape made it ideal for skimming the surface of the ocean. Constructed entirely of a dark timber this vessel appeared to be a black bug scowering over the surface of great sea. Even as the noon sun basked the ship with its rays it appeared dark and oily as if the very waters of the ocean feared to penetrate its porous surface. The boat rocked steadily as it moved along the surface of the sea, the steady, monotonous drumbeat coaxed the engine of the ship. Sixty slaves, all with their hands crudely nailed through the backs of their palms to the large oars they manipulated, arranged in sets of three manned the twenty large oars (ten on either side) that propelled the ship through the water. Their tongues cut out, their eyes gouged and sown shut, their backs bleeding and beaten from the unforgiving taskmasters whip their only purpose in life was to row when commanded and stop when ordered.
At the bow of this vessel stood Klar Kaous: Dread Lord of the Kaous Wastes, Champion of the Dark Gods, and Destroyer of Nations & Armies. Many, many unfathomable years ago Klar Kaous was called upon by the Dark Gods when their own Demons and Generals were not able to achieve Military Victory. One that Klar Kaous was able to reap but not with out cost, one flaw that demons are inherently born with out was courage. What courage does an Immortal have? Courage is the ability to face death and laugh as you beat all odds into submission. Even the Gods envy the mortals because mortals can die and know what it is like to rise to the occasion in one glorious instant and prove them selves equal to the Gods that govern them. This was the key that unlocked that which had so long alluded the Dark Gods and their Demon Generals, this is what Klar Kaous knew and instilled in his men as he road to utter victory crushing his opponent with the likes that had never been seen before, or to this day.
Klar Kaous stood at the bow as it pitched up and down as his small dagger ship cut through the flesh of the Ocean; it was a test of wills, the Dread Lord versus the Sea. Who would break first? If it was a contest of wills then the Ocean was clearly out matched and had met its greater. It’s waves broke upon the ship’s hull with a liquid slap and retreated back into the sea in a agonizing cry of desperation almost as if the see was reeling in pain from its futile attempts to slap the ship out of the water. Klar Kaous gave no notice of this; it was like annoying child who had not learned its lesson yet. No, rather the Dread Lord stood in stark defiance with statue like resolve. His huge arms folded over his bare chest as he stared at the landmass that for the past hour had been steadily growing in his view. He would make landing within the hour and by night fall already his encampment would be established and soon would march on to the closest village or city.
Reaching the shore happened sooner than originally anticipated. As if sensing his will the rowing slaves doubled their efforts in hopes of avoiding any punishment for making their master wait longer than he should, on top of that Klar Kaous received some assistance from the wailing ocean as they caught a wave that carried the boat almost effortlessly over the receding surf and partly moored the his ship upon the sands of the beach. Still Klar Kaous didn’t move, not until the Taskmaster approached him and announced that they were beginning to unload the supplies. Slowly Klar Kaous shifted his weight and regarded the mutilated visage of the man before him, for no longer than a heart’s beat the two exchanged glances before the Taskmaster bowed with a “Thank you Lord” and turned to see to the disposition of supplies as they were being unloaded from the cargo holds. Stepping down from the bow the Dread Lord methodically stalked towards the rear of the ship, along the way the rowing slaves hung their head in his terrible presence, silent cries and muffled groans of the slaves sounded like an orchestra announcing his presence. As he arrived at the main hold the Taskmaster barked out an order and cracked his whip as the last of Klar Kaous’ provisions were unloaded. Then turning to the Dread Lord he spoke reverently.
“The supplies & provisions have been unloaded ma’lord… all that need be unloaded is your war horse.”
His voice was thick and hoarse, with a cockney accent as he looked up into the abyssal shadows where he assumed the Dread Lord’s eyes would be. Not waiting for an answer to his statement he proceeded to monitor the unloading of the Masters horse. Klar Kaous himself moved down the ramp, his gauntleted foot tasted the pure virgin sand for the first time. Looking around Klar Kaous observed the tree line slowly taking in the lay of the land. This would be the mark of a new era, an era the Absynthe Bay would come to know the resolve Klar Kaous’ will.
Latin to English Translation:
Vae Victis: "Woe to the vanquished"~ Brennus, a Chief of the Gauls 390 BC
