Matthew's hand is as solid to Vark as the ground beneath their feet and the ruby immediately shines brilliantly as it makes contact.
"YESSS!" Matthew cries in exultation, sparkling streams of viscous red stone flowing like veins up his arm from the codex. A pillar of crimson light surrounds the pair, shooting high into the sky above the mountain. Aiden and Thurston look on and see the beacon-like illumination, the half of the crystalline hypercube that Vark isn't holding phasing translucently out of view.
Images without context race across the sorcerer's mind's eye. Matthew in his human form walking across a desert towards badlands rising in the distance. Black-skinned elves keeping low to the ground as they follow a river up a mountain, their long white hair light on the wind. Dwarves with the same colouring do battle with their brethren beneath the earth and a purple dragon descends upon a thick forest canopy from above.
"Yes, come back to me, my sweet. Oh, how I have missed you."
As Matthew speaks, his voice drops and distorts, patches of red skin and blackened horns flickering through the image of his glitching avatar. His hand pulls away and the ruby seems to shear impossibly as another version of itself phases away from the cube that Vark still holds in his hand. Grinning wickedly at his warlock, Matthew swings the codex down towards the ground and a black rod extends from its underside, forming a staff with the ruby mounted atop it. In an instant he is transformed into a red-skinned man over thirteen feet tall, with horns on his head and glowing red eyes. The fiend is devilishly handsome, his charcoal beard perfectly trimmed and his long form draped all in fine cardinal silks and velvets trimmed with ebony. The codex still in Vark's hand crackles and sparks, but seems somehow smaller.
"You have done well, my boy," Matthew tells the half-orc, his voice booming and empowered, "and you shall be rewarded." He crouches, extending his free hand towards Vark, rivulets of the codex's energy running down to his fingertips. "Come. Taste true power."
"Well, Bründir Halfshield," the Sonnlinor tells him, turning the Dumdrengi around to hand Bründir the hilt, "a blade like this chooses its wielder. I'd say that it was meant for you to bear."
Vark’s face is awash in horror as the crimson energy surges up and around him. Between Matthew’s fully realized infernal form and the continued download of information from the codex, the warlock is too overwhelmed to form much of a coherent thought much less respond. The hailstone in his throat grows into an iceberg that plummets to the bottom of his gut as he is able to process one painful realization though: Jex was right. He gazes over to the two Norscans with a look somewhere between an apology and pure terror, then reaches out to take Matthew’s hand.
Aiden stumbles back away from the beam of red light. "Vark, what's happening?" he shouts over the crackle of energy. He watches as the half-orc extends his hand to the other side. "No!" he shouts again, straining for his voice to be heard. What in the name all Odin's sons is he thinking?
Fear and adrenaline course through his veins. He stays rooted to the spot, his mind jumping back and forth between fear for his new friend and interest to see what happens next.
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Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Aiden Olrikson | Human | Tempest Domain Cleric of Thor
Molten ruby runs from Matthew's fingers and along Vark's arm. It branches out across the half-orc's shoulder beneath his tunic, percolating up his neck like a symbiotic organism drawing on the warlock's lifeforce. Vark feels a rush of magical power flow into him, pushing his limits beyond even what he received from the codex itself.
"That is all that your body can bear, for now," Matthew tells his warlock with a fond smirk as the column of light around them fades. "I assume that you have questions. You usually do."
Bründir's straightened back slumped, "So that's it, then. Got a blade with a mind, can't talk worth a damn, an' chose me fer somethin' it can't tell." The dwarf stands and waves toward the altar, "So, what? I'm jus' s'posed to lay down t'night, have a lil' sleep, an'..." Bründir's eyes narrow as realization hits him, "Sonofa*****, when we're done I'm meltin' ye down an' makin' a fine ass-scratcher outta ye."
Bründir details his dream to the Sonnlinor. The crowned dwarf, the encroaching forces, and Dumdrengi's penetrating radiance. "Look," Bründir begins after his account, "I'm a miner, a decent fighter from all this, an' now half-blind. What in all th' world, above an' b'low, could I do?"
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Half-blind we can remedy," the Sonnlinor notes kindly. "Healing such a wound might be beyond our power here, but Moradin's gifts are many. An okriadok is what you require. It won't return your eye, but you will see. As for the night terrors, beware of finding too much meaning in a fever dream. Perhaps it is meant to tell you something, perhaps it is only your own inference. All you can decide is what to do with the time that has been given to you. It sounds like, so far, you have done much. Do you want to stop? What is it that you are fighting for, Bründir Halfshield?"
Thurston was thinking about what that word could mean, and if that Matthew had just insulted them or don't. And then the red beam of light engulfed Vark and he looks back to them.
"¡VARK!" he yells seeing that he is reaching over something or someone, seeing how his body shakes from something. He reaches out with his hand. "¡Vark come to us!!" he tries to step into the red beam light so his friend can reach to him. The other hand grabs his hammer. Jex wouldn't had hesitated but he needs to give the young half-orc a last chance.
"Thurston, wait!" He places his hand on the head of Rikkazarik, feeling the lightning from the hammer course through his arm and into his chest. There was no point in attacking Vark. Whatever was happening had already happened. If Thurston succeeded in harming Vark, this Matthew...this trickster...would certainly use that betrayal to turn the half-orc against the group.
"Too late. Let him come out of it, and then we can talk! Don't hurt him. You don't know what this skelmir will do to you!"
“I don’t know what is doing to him!” Replies Thurston to Aiden “If I knock him down perhaps I can break their connection and free Vark.” He turns again towards the half-orc “Vark!! Can you hear me? Come back to us!” He yells reaching out with his left arm, feeling the frustration and anger grow within him. This whole situation was so frustrating.
Aiden looks at Vark's face for a moment. The half-orc seemed surprised, but not in pain. Aiden opened his mouth to speak again and hoped to all the gods he was right. "He'll be fine! Not every problem can be solved with a hammer!"
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Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Aiden Olrikson | Human | Tempest Domain Cleric of Thor
“I’m... I’’m okay.” He says to his companions as the holy warriors look ready to jump into action. Perhaps they should smite him. As the emotion of the moment subsides and Vark begins to process what has happened, there is a shift in him. He looks hardened. He glances down at the flowing veins of crimson that now cut across his skin and thinks for a moment. “It’s uhm... well he just... he just needed to see it. To connect with it. Like I did down below.” His eyes cut back to Matthew’s “Everything’s alright... and he says I can hold on to it. For now. T-to study it, so we can use its information.” He nods, trying to convince himself. “Now he says he will answer questions and... well... yes Matthew, I have a lot. The codex showed me things. It showed me you fighting against Spangelhelm, and others... your siblings I guess, they were all fighting battles too. I talked to Seid about it and he told me about the- the elemental cycle that humans, elves, dwarves, and dragons fit into.It seems like you and your siblings each correspond to one those elements but... there’s something missing, it doesn’t match up like it ought to. I know you said you served the fifth dawn god too... Matthew what does all of that mean? What were you all fighting for? What was- what is your goal?”
The Sonnlinor's question shook Bründir's very foundation with doubt. Just minutes before, he wanted to abandon his sword and return to the mines of Sheercleft. "Do heroes want t'be heroes b'fore stories are made? Suppose it's just someone wantin' a nice, comfy life, a good trade, an' maybe a family." The dwarf's tone seemed to ignore the question that came before, as though Bründir had slipped into a fugue state.
"I don' want this...any of it. But there's too much out there. What happens if goblins come back? What happens if all this shit comes back twice as bad, an' I'm 'ere knowin' about it?" Bründir's tone rises as panic creeps into his throat, "What if some poor bastard with light shinin' out their ass is sittin' at home right now, an' could fix all this, but won't know 'til it's too late?!" The dwarf's hands shake as he tucks his head low, "I want my home, an' my family. I want t'go back a month an' stay there. But I cant, 'cause some damned goblins tore it apart, an' are still squattin' in th' hills."
Bründir's voice shifts back to indignation, and frustration, "Worse, we've got demons, dragons, cults, an' who knows what else?! What's the answer when you don't want troubles, but're knocking your door down?"
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Matthew chuckles at Vark's web of gleaned connections and moments from the past.
"My, my, we have been busy. Don't you have bigger problems than your friendly patron's past, Vark? Last I heard the 'Morrigan' were still on the loose," the devil bellows a laugh at the hilarity of this before continuing. "Arawn and Talona toed the line of our Master's plans, but I was more... innovative and Bane perhaps more hidebound, but such is his way. You know, had things transpired as the Fifth first planned, I was to be an orc. Ironic that my liberator would be a blend of both worlds..." Matthew muses idly. "Regardless, we fought to defend our right to exist and were denied. For a millennium and and a half, we were denied, until you released me. Thank you, Vark," he notes with a softer smile.
"So you fight for hearth and home." the Sonnlinor elucidates. "For friends and family, because nobody else will. Not just anyone will take such a stand. Not everyone can. A defender's path is a hard one, but for those of us who know it to be their calling, it is undeniable. Moradin would be proud of you for walking this road. He is proud of you. His light burns for all such protectors, they need only reach for it."
"You scared me for a second there Vark" says Thurston relaxing after his friends words. "It hought it was hurting you, I was ready to jump and try to break your connection with him, or it, but I wasn't sure if that would had hurt you more. Is he still here? Is he talking to you?"
Thurston looks around, as if he could see all of a sudden the misterious patron of his friend.
“Well, I wanted to go deal with the dragonborns but Jex wanted to come here to do business first and then you and the Rhunki wanted me to get the ruby so...” he relents the torrent of frustration with a sigh, trying to remain focused. “Bane? I guess he’s the other sibling, and a dwarf right? And you all served the Fifth.... but who was the Fifth? How did you all serve him, what did you do? And... what are you going to do now? After you free your siblings I mean... you never answer that question when I ask it. Is it because you know I won’t like the answer?”
"Perhaps it is because I know that it will ultimately lead to more new questions than it answers," Matthew teases, "or maybe you are simply asking the wrong questions. Bane is as much a Dwarf as I am a man and the Fifth was the balance in this world that we all became. We spread his message across Arden and for that we were granted power. When we are all returned to this world, then there will be balance once more."
“I’m always going to have more questions, and maybe I’d have a better idea of the right questions to ask if your answers weren’t so vague.” he counters. He looks away to collects his thoughts. “Tell me more about the Fifth. What do you mean he ‘was the balance’? And what exactly was his message that you and the others spread?”
"Vark," Matthew begins patiently, "I can't very well teach you millenia of ancient history in just a few minutes. The Fifth was the antithesis of the Dawn Gods, balancing their influence on Arden at the dawn of time. They were many and he was one. To follow him was to live eternally, free of the cycle of mortality and rebirth."
“I don’t need to know millennia of ancient history but... ok. That’s a start.” He says with a nod. “So is that why you were all imprisoned? Because you were... immortal? And... what happened to the Fifth when you were all locked away?”
"He was torn apart by the Dawn Gods in their final confrontation, before our sealing," Matthew explains curtly, his eyes narrowing as he recalls the past.
Matthew's hand is as solid to Vark as the ground beneath their feet and the ruby immediately shines brilliantly as it makes contact.
"YESSS!" Matthew cries in exultation, sparkling streams of viscous red stone flowing like veins up his arm from the codex. A pillar of crimson light surrounds the pair, shooting high into the sky above the mountain. Aiden and Thurston look on and see the beacon-like illumination, the half of the crystalline hypercube that Vark isn't holding phasing translucently out of view.
Images without context race across the sorcerer's mind's eye. Matthew in his human form walking across a desert towards badlands rising in the distance. Black-skinned elves keeping low to the ground as they follow a river up a mountain, their long white hair light on the wind. Dwarves with the same colouring do battle with their brethren beneath the earth and a purple dragon descends upon a thick forest canopy from above.
"Yes, come back to me, my sweet. Oh, how I have missed you."
As Matthew speaks, his voice drops and distorts, patches of red skin and blackened horns flickering through the image of his glitching avatar. His hand pulls away and the ruby seems to shear impossibly as another version of itself phases away from the cube that Vark still holds in his hand. Grinning wickedly at his warlock, Matthew swings the codex down towards the ground and a black rod extends from its underside, forming a staff with the ruby mounted atop it. In an instant he is transformed into a red-skinned man over thirteen feet tall, with horns on his head and glowing red eyes. The fiend is devilishly handsome, his charcoal beard perfectly trimmed and his long form draped all in fine cardinal silks and velvets trimmed with ebony. The codex still in Vark's hand crackles and sparks, but seems somehow smaller.
"You have done well, my boy," Matthew tells the half-orc, his voice booming and empowered, "and you shall be rewarded." He crouches, extending his free hand towards Vark, rivulets of the codex's energy running down to his fingertips. "Come. Taste true power."
"Well, Bründir Halfshield," the Sonnlinor tells him, turning the Dumdrengi around to hand Bründir the hilt, "a blade like this chooses its wielder. I'd say that it was meant for you to bear."
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Vark’s face is awash in horror as the crimson energy surges up and around him. Between Matthew’s fully realized infernal form and the continued download of information from the codex, the warlock is too overwhelmed to form much of a coherent thought much less respond. The hailstone in his throat grows into an iceberg that plummets to the bottom of his gut as he is able to process one painful realization though: Jex was right. He gazes over to the two Norscans with a look somewhere between an apology and pure terror, then reaches out to take Matthew’s hand.
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
Aiden stumbles back away from the beam of red light. "Vark, what's happening?" he shouts over the crackle of energy. He watches as the half-orc extends his hand to the other side. "No!" he shouts again, straining for his voice to be heard. What in the name all Odin's sons is he thinking?
Fear and adrenaline course through his veins. He stays rooted to the spot, his mind jumping back and forth between fear for his new friend and interest to see what happens next.
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Aiden Olrikson | Human | Tempest Domain Cleric of Thor
Molten ruby runs from Matthew's fingers and along Vark's arm. It branches out across the half-orc's shoulder beneath his tunic, percolating up his neck like a symbiotic organism drawing on the warlock's lifeforce. Vark feels a rush of magical power flow into him, pushing his limits beyond even what he received from the codex itself.
"That is all that your body can bear, for now," Matthew tells his warlock with a fond smirk as the column of light around them fades. "I assume that you have questions. You usually do."
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Bründir's straightened back slumped, "So that's it, then. Got a blade with a mind, can't talk worth a damn, an' chose me fer somethin' it can't tell." The dwarf stands and waves toward the altar, "So, what? I'm jus' s'posed to lay down t'night, have a lil' sleep, an'..." Bründir's eyes narrow as realization hits him, "Sonofa*****, when we're done I'm meltin' ye down an' makin' a fine ass-scratcher outta ye."
Bründir details his dream to the Sonnlinor. The crowned dwarf, the encroaching forces, and Dumdrengi's penetrating radiance. "Look," Bründir begins after his account, "I'm a miner, a decent fighter from all this, an' now half-blind. What in all th' world, above an' b'low, could I do?"
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Half-blind we can remedy," the Sonnlinor notes kindly. "Healing such a wound might be beyond our power here, but Moradin's gifts are many. An okriadok is what you require. It won't return your eye, but you will see. As for the night terrors, beware of finding too much meaning in a fever dream. Perhaps it is meant to tell you something, perhaps it is only your own inference. All you can decide is what to do with the time that has been given to you. It sounds like, so far, you have done much. Do you want to stop? What is it that you are fighting for, Bründir Halfshield?"
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Thurston was thinking about what that word could mean, and if that Matthew had just insulted them or don't. And then the red beam of light engulfed Vark and he looks back to them.
"¡VARK!" he yells seeing that he is reaching over something or someone, seeing how his body shakes from something. He reaches out with his hand. "¡Vark come to us!!" he tries to step into the red beam light so his friend can reach to him. The other hand grabs his hammer. Jex wouldn't had hesitated but he needs to give the young half-orc a last chance.
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"Thurston, wait!" He places his hand on the head of Rikkazarik, feeling the lightning from the hammer course through his arm and into his chest. There was no point in attacking Vark. Whatever was happening had already happened. If Thurston succeeded in harming Vark, this Matthew...this trickster...would certainly use that betrayal to turn the half-orc against the group.
"Too late. Let him come out of it, and then we can talk! Don't hurt him. You don't know what this skelmir will do to you!"
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Aiden Olrikson | Human | Tempest Domain Cleric of Thor
“I don’t know what is doing to him!” Replies Thurston to Aiden “If I knock him down perhaps I can break their connection and free Vark.” He turns again towards the half-orc “Vark!! Can you hear me? Come back to us!” He yells reaching out with his left arm, feeling the frustration and anger grow within him. This whole situation was so frustrating.
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Aiden looks at Vark's face for a moment. The half-orc seemed surprised, but not in pain. Aiden opened his mouth to speak again and hoped to all the gods he was right. "He'll be fine! Not every problem can be solved with a hammer!"
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Aiden Olrikson | Human | Tempest Domain Cleric of Thor
“I’m... I’’m okay.” He says to his companions as the holy warriors look ready to jump into action. Perhaps they should smite him. As the emotion of the moment subsides and Vark begins to process what has happened, there is a shift in him. He looks hardened. He glances down at the flowing veins of crimson that now cut across his skin and thinks for a moment. “It’s uhm... well he just... he just needed to see it. To connect with it. Like I did down below.” His eyes cut back to Matthew’s “Everything’s alright... and he says I can hold on to it. For now. T-to study it, so we can use its information.” He nods, trying to convince himself. “Now he says he will answer questions and... well... yes Matthew, I have a lot. The codex showed me things. It showed me you fighting against Spangelhelm, and others... your siblings I guess, they were all fighting battles too. I talked to Seid about it and he told me about the- the elemental cycle that humans, elves, dwarves, and dragons fit into. It seems like you and your siblings each correspond to one those elements but... there’s something missing, it doesn’t match up like it ought to. I know you said you served the fifth dawn god too... Matthew what does all of that mean? What were you all fighting for? What was- what is your goal?”
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
The Sonnlinor's question shook Bründir's very foundation with doubt. Just minutes before, he wanted to abandon his sword and return to the mines of Sheercleft. "Do heroes want t'be heroes b'fore stories are made? Suppose it's just someone wantin' a nice, comfy life, a good trade, an' maybe a family." The dwarf's tone seemed to ignore the question that came before, as though Bründir had slipped into a fugue state.
"I don' want this...any of it. But there's too much out there. What happens if goblins come back? What happens if all this shit comes back twice as bad, an' I'm 'ere knowin' about it?" Bründir's tone rises as panic creeps into his throat, "What if some poor bastard with light shinin' out their ass is sittin' at home right now, an' could fix all this, but won't know 'til it's too late?!" The dwarf's hands shake as he tucks his head low, "I want my home, an' my family. I want t'go back a month an' stay there. But I cant, 'cause some damned goblins tore it apart, an' are still squattin' in th' hills."
Bründir's voice shifts back to indignation, and frustration, "Worse, we've got demons, dragons, cults, an' who knows what else?! What's the answer when you don't want troubles, but're knocking your door down?"
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Matthew chuckles at Vark's web of gleaned connections and moments from the past.
"My, my, we have been busy. Don't you have bigger problems than your friendly patron's past, Vark? Last I heard the 'Morrigan' were still on the loose," the devil bellows a laugh at the hilarity of this before continuing. "Arawn and Talona toed the line of our Master's plans, but I was more... innovative and Bane perhaps more hidebound, but such is his way. You know, had things transpired as the Fifth first planned, I was to be an orc. Ironic that my liberator would be a blend of both worlds..." Matthew muses idly. "Regardless, we fought to defend our right to exist and were denied. For a millennium and and a half, we were denied, until you released me. Thank you, Vark," he notes with a softer smile.
"So you fight for hearth and home." the Sonnlinor elucidates. "For friends and family, because nobody else will. Not just anyone will take such a stand. Not everyone can. A defender's path is a hard one, but for those of us who know it to be their calling, it is undeniable. Moradin would be proud of you for walking this road. He is proud of you. His light burns for all such protectors, they need only reach for it."
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
"You scared me for a second there Vark" says Thurston relaxing after his friends words. "It hought it was hurting you, I was ready to jump and try to break your connection with him, or it, but I wasn't sure if that would had hurt you more. Is he still here? Is he talking to you?"
Thurston looks around, as if he could see all of a sudden the misterious patron of his friend.
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“Well, I wanted to go deal with the dragonborns but Jex wanted to come here to do business first and then you and the Rhunki wanted me to get the ruby so...” he relents the torrent of frustration with a sigh, trying to remain focused. “Bane? I guess he’s the other sibling, and a dwarf right? And you all served the Fifth.... but who was the Fifth? How did you all serve him, what did you do? And... what are you going to do now? After you free your siblings I mean... you never answer that question when I ask it. Is it because you know I won’t like the answer?”
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
"Perhaps it is because I know that it will ultimately lead to more new questions than it answers," Matthew teases, "or maybe you are simply asking the wrong questions. Bane is as much a Dwarf as I am a man and the Fifth was the balance in this world that we all became. We spread his message across Arden and for that we were granted power. When we are all returned to this world, then there will be balance once more."
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
“I’m always going to have more questions, and maybe I’d have a better idea of the right questions to ask if your answers weren’t so vague.” he counters. He looks away to collects his thoughts. “Tell me more about the Fifth. What do you mean he ‘was the balance’? And what exactly was his message that you and the others spread?”
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
"Vark," Matthew begins patiently, "I can't very well teach you millenia of ancient history in just a few minutes. The Fifth was the antithesis of the Dawn Gods, balancing their influence on Arden at the dawn of time. They were many and he was one. To follow him was to live eternally, free of the cycle of mortality and rebirth."
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
“I don’t need to know millennia of ancient history but... ok. That’s a start.” He says with a nod. “So is that why you were all imprisoned? Because you were... immortal? And... what happened to the Fifth when you were all locked away?”
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
"He was torn apart by the Dawn Gods in their final confrontation, before our sealing," Matthew explains curtly, his eyes narrowing as he recalls the past.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva