Post by Raven Credale on Jun 19, 2019 1:40:59 GMT -5
In and around the dark shady streets or alleys of Luskan, there are rumors of an underground fighting arena making its return. Some mercs mutter that fourteen years ago it was 'the' best entertainment for worthless slaves to make themselves useful. But there have also been rumors of a girl with dark red hair being the champion of said arena. They said she was just eight but she had the title "Blood Haired Demon", that in the ring anyone she was put up against met a brutal death...But that was before it was shut down and the child champion taken.
Post by Raven Credale on Jun 30, 2019 7:54:50 GMT -5
Word from Waterdeep speaks of a monk, dressed in black and purple robes with dark red hair, has been making a name for herself in regards to her art work. Many people in one of the taverns still can't believe how life like the artwork looks.
Post by Raven Credale on Jul 2, 2019 20:45:01 GMT -5
Rumor has it, in Lukan there's a monk wearing black and smoky royal purple robes in the underground arena. Some spectators say it's a woman who wears a hood matching her robes with a mask covering her eyes despite bit of what looks like dark red hair sticking out from under the hood and over the mask. They also say that when she enters the arena to face her opponent, she walks in with a sword in each hand.
"From what I heard, this woman isn't someone to mess with. A friend o'mine saw her fight once and he swears it was like watching a demon in human form butcher those that have been convicted of stuff like murder. Heard her even say "You've no redeeming qualities." to a guy that was begging her for mercy." one patron says
"Aye, sounds like that woman is a demon. Wouldn't want to meet that woman in dark ally." Another agrees.
"Ain't never seen the like. Walkin into the ring so calmly...like she's been doin this for years. And a monk no less...Thought them types were all about peace and non-violence. But this one...this one is different. She's like...him."
"Aye, the first "Blood Demon". The one who is said to have sold his soul to Belial for power over a hundred years ago."
"Ya think this woman might be his daughter?"
"No way, she'd be an old hag by now."
"Not unless she's got elven blood in her."
"The first was human."
"So maybe she's here to kill the first "Blood Demon" of that arena."
"Ah this sounds like a buncha hogwash. Ain't no human can live over a hundred years. Leave that sorta nonsense to them fragile magic tossin elves. Barkeep, anotha round! I ain't drunk enough for this talk of "Blood demons" and stuff!"
Post by Raven Credale on Jul 4, 2019 18:32:52 GMT -5
Word around the taverns in Waterdeep is that two female monks had a horrible accident while out training. The one monk that was brought the a hospice was a dark hair woman in yellow/ orange robes with beads around her neck and left wrist. The other woman is still missing.
Post by Raven Credale on Jul 6, 2019 8:30:11 GMT -5
Word of the masked Monk in the underground arena spreads like wild fire through the taverns of Luskan. Many mercenaries and bounty hunters have started to seek out monk for bragging rights and debunking the belief that she cannot be defeated. However, in a few short days after claiming this...bodies start showing up in the dark alleys with a single number carved into their skin somewhere along with the word "Next"
Post by Raven Credale on Jul 13, 2019 22:09:25 GMT -5
Xio Zhang had recovered and made her way to Luskan after passing word to a Master Lee about her suspicion of the 'Blood Demon' she had heard rumors of in Waterdeep. Upon tightening her wraps around her hands, forearms and legs, the female monk made her way into the southern half of Luskan, easily out witting the guards that tried to Hussle her out of her gold at the gate. She may have also used her quarter staff to give them nasty lumps on their head for trying to attack her from behind.
She then carried herself into town with a neutral aura about her. But it was easy to see that she was greatly focused on something.
Post by Raven Credale on Jul 16, 2019 11:03:02 GMT -5
Word travels around Luskan of a monk stopping the demon from killing others. However before the monk us able to capture the "demon" she manages to slip away before the first rays of dawn illuminate the streets of the southern portion of the city of sails.
Post by Raven Credale on Jul 17, 2019 16:18:18 GMT -5
After walking the streets, Xio came across the underground arena and witnesses her student butcher the mass of enemies around her. Some looked to be slaves, others looked to be vetrens of war. Never the less she made short work of the slaves and tore the vets apart before she raised her blades to the crowds cheering.
But the crowd was unaware of something. Her shadow was devouring the souls of the dead. Xio knew this wasn't a good thing but she didn't know who the shadow belonged to. But it would give her the theory that the eye on her forehead was connected to the shadow. Though this was just theory, Xio would need to watch and wait until she had a better understanding of what had become of her student.
Post by davenutninja408 on Jul 17, 2019 16:53:36 GMT -5
Master Lee the sword sage of the Blackfish family, had obtained a lead on the lost "future wife" of his godson, first to Waterdeep then later to Luskan, Vingra'al knew these lands well and was in fact born in the lands of Luskan. After their arrival Master Lee set out to obtain a place for them to rest, not satisfied with the choices, he followed Vingra'al to a place frequented by lowly sailors and thieves, the 'Fried Rat' It was a restaurant but Vingra'al had managed to secure a room from an old friend. Master Lee abstained from the food happy to eat his trail mix while Vingra'al caught up with his old friends asking about rumors and hearsay. Master Lee was keen to eavesdrop on everything he heard, from rumors of underground fighting arenas to the various disagreements of the five High Captains. As he thought master Lee wrote a letter to Big Regi informing him of their location and hunt thus far. They all knew the boy was worried and it had taken many threats and persuasion not to mention the help of his mothers mind magic to dissuade the young squire from joining the hunt himself.
(master Lee for reference)
Sylus Kelton - Follower of the Red Knight, RCMH Squire
Post by Raven Credale on Jul 17, 2019 19:43:54 GMT -5
By the next night, Xio had entered the "Fried Rat" upon hearing of rumors a group searching for a 'Future Wife'. Her gut told her it may have been tied to her student, and normally her gut is never wrong on these. So there she was in the tavern, she did not eat any of the food, merely talked to the barkeep and kept her staff leaning against her shoulder.
If she needed to she would discard it and really crack some skulls. Though she had hopes it wouldn't come to that. Xio never did like fighting but if it means she can survive to teach others the way of balance then she'll defend herself.
She sat at a lone table on the back corner with a pot of hot tea and some Onigiri (rice balls) of her own making. The aura around her was peaceful and calm, but she listened to the tavern and what others were talking about.
(Reference for Xio Zhang, finally found one to fit her!)
Post by Raven Credale on Jul 20, 2019 15:45:53 GMT -5
Aella stumbles through the streets of Luskan late at night. Holding her head and gritting her teeth, she stops to lean against a wall. The mask was still on her face, and try as she might to tear it off...she couldn't it was fused to her face.
"W-well...I h-had...b-been curious...a-about demon...items th-thanks...to V-vindel...N-now I'm...I'm..." She lowered her hands and looked at them, even though her eyes couldn't see.
"I'm ashamed of what I've become. I'm disappointed in myself for having fallen so easily." She thought to herself. "And only in these moments of clarity can 'I' think and move on my own free will. But...regardless it hurts. This mask wants me to obey it...to fall even farther...to hurt so many more...and for what? Why mark the bodies with a number...why target specific people with nothing in common...maybe...maybe taking my head off is the only way to save me...maybe dying is my only option to be free." Aella weakly smirked a bit before holding her head again. "To think...I wished this sort of thing on someone else...now I'm contemplating it for myself. God's above, have I become that desperate? That I'm thinking of sending myself to Kelimvors judgment? I may as well just throw myself into the Wall at this point...but something tells me this mask won't let it happen. It won't let me die...am I going to be cursed with this blood thirsty mask forever? Even if my soul leaves my body...will the mask just use it as a puppet til the head is severed?"
Aella softly sighs and pushes off the wall, she could feel the eye starting to open on her forehead. She knew in a few moments her consciousness would disappear and the 'Blood demon' would be back to terrorize innocent people again. Not to mention the after math would cause her more grief and turmoil. Each time Aella was aware of her actions, she looked at her blades and debates. Each day she hopes to be freed from the monster shadowing her. And each day she is caged until she's let out again.
"...Sylus...I'm...sorry..." She softly said before a malicious grin crossed her face and the third eye completely opened. Off the 'Demon' went to further an unspoken goal.
Post by Raven Credale on Jul 30, 2019 8:15:16 GMT -5
((Warning: Very long post. Was writing just to write one day))
The smell of mildew, mold and rotten food flooded her nostrils. Iron chains linked together from her feet and cuffs. The damp ceiling of her cell dripped with putrid water and the iron bars that made her window to the outside world showed nothing but false hope to her. Aella sat with her back against the stone wall as she thought to herself. Her armor, gear and honor were stiped from her, leaving her with nothing but the rags she now wore, but the mask was still on her face. Bandages were wrapped around her forehead, a possible chance to keep the demon eye from opening and taking control of her again. Aella looked at her tattoos, or what remained of them anyways, and softly sighed. The black and violet cherry blossoms on her hands and feet were scortched, the branches that connected her other tattoos together were practically defaced. Her hazel eyes sadly looked at what she’d become, when she was reduced to.
“How can I ever face them again…” she quietly asked herself.
She sat in her dark cell, gently pulling her knees up to her chest before resting her forehead against them. Part of her felt like she’d be seeing the headsmans axe soon. That she would be sent to Kelimvor and damned to the wall. That there was no way for her to gain freedom again, yet if by some divine grace that she should be turned over to a different court for judgment. That is if she was turned over to Cormyr to be tried, maybe she’d be able to see those she cared about again one last time.
“By now they’ve more than likely heard of the ‘Blood haired Demon’ of Luskan. A monk dressed in black and smoky royal purple robes. Killing, butchering...branding specific victims.” She softly spoke to no one in particular. “Those that knew me...will they call me a monster? Will I be banished from ever stepping into the country again? Heh...my mother must be very disappointed with me...to have come so far from the past...only to repeat it and make it worse.” She slightly turned her head to look out the window. “Deformed...altered...I could be classified as an outsider now thanks to this wretched thing living inside me.”
A gentle hand was placed to her forehead where the eye was under the bandages. Aella knew removing them would mean the eye could open and assume control of her will. The past couple rides she had mentally studied the effects the eye left on her while it was closed. So far she knew that it drained her greatly after the eye closed. Her body ached and in a few cases she had collapsed from broken bones. The Ki that flowed through her to harden her limbs was sapped by the demon before it rests. Aella was fairly certain that the longer the demon stayed fused with her and the eye remained in her forehead, the weaker she would become when the eye was shut. Eventually she got the feeling the demon would devour her life force just to maintain its presense. Meaning it would steal her body and devour her soul, damning it to the frozen plains.
“I was never one for prayers but...Auppenser, God of Balance, I come before you as a feeble soul. I dare not ask that you protect me from what fate has in store for me, I merely wish for the strength to face what is to come. I know that I have wronged many people in the recent past, that I’ve stained my hands once more with the blood of innocents. That my will was not my own to command and that I have fallen from the path I set before myself. I ask for forgiveness, though in my heart I fear I do not deserve it.” She softly prayed after adjusting herself to sit on her knees with her hands clasped together in front of her chest. “Should I survive the coming judgment, please guide me on the path to redeem myself and that which I’ve lost.”
Once she was finished, Aella lowered her hands into her lap and studied them for a while before she looked out the cell window. She wasn’t expecting a divine sign of any sort, she just felt the need to say that. Even if it resulted in nothing and the headmans axe would greet her. She looked at her chains again and thinks before once more attempting to tear the mask off her face. The only thing he caused though, was her fingers snapping off it and throb with pain. She couldn’t dig her nails under the mask, it really was stuck to her face. A soft yet aggravated sigh escaped her.
“Damn, what deal did he make to get this thing to stay on?” She questioned herself. “Not like he traded his sanity for strength his training wouldn’t grant him. Impatient, possessive prick. But now I’m in a cell, in rags, with a demonic mask stuck to my face and the deaths of...was it twenty or thirty people? Either way, I didn’t do all that willingly.” Aella leaned to the side and rested her head against the wall. “But what court in Luskan will listen to the words of a Murderer? If I did it, I did it. I butchered nobles and tried to cause Anarchy in the City of Sails. Doesn’t matter if demon of any sort possessed me. It was my hand holding the blades, my arms that swung them...their blood staining my robes.” She turned her gaze to her hands and looked at them for a moment. “Xio and those of the Blackfish company...Well I was certainly out matched and beaten to a pulp...Master Xio and Master Lee....deadly combination of teamwork right there. Added muscle from the others and I lost the fight before it even began.” She softly chuckled a bit. “Not...how I wanted to meet the family…”
Hours passed as Aella sat in her cell. She spent most of it reflecting and quietly talking to herself, knowing that whatever was going on in Cormyr wouldn’t reach her. She knew nothing of what was happening to the place close to her homeland. She only heard whispers from the streets. Talks of Wild magic and Thay being up to no good. But the rest of the talk was mostly about her and how Luskan didn’t have to fear a rampaging monster anymore. Monster, the word used to commonly define a creature of horrid appearances. A creature that did unspeakable things and were the focus of children stories so they’d behave. Now she was among the ranks of Monsters. Lable a murderer and deemed unworthy of redemption. Some old women passed by her cell window and muttered how the Gallows seemed like a mercy for the “Blood demon”. One said that being burned at the stake was a better choice, that way a necromancer couldn’t revive the body. The two prattled on about what was the best course to take for Aella’s death. Already resigning her fate despite the court not having give word on the matter. She didn’t blame them. How could she? Aella had systematically taken out nobles who held a certain power in politics. With them gone, spots were vacant. Sure it wouldn’t start total Anarchy straight away, but time would slowly eat away at the people. And Aella knew this. This was what Qi-Fon wanted from her. To cause mayhem and chaos while also becoming the scapegoat. To others it looked as though she set up her own demise. A tragic fall from grace to the crushing hells that now awaited her.
“If I die, then I die. Who will notice anyway? I doubt the courts will turn me over to Cormyr for judgment. Heh...if only these rags were purely black...then I’d be all set for my funeral.” She weakly said to herself. “Watch...fate decides there’s still a use for me at the very last minute.”
A ride passed and Aella was at the executioners block. She looked out at the crowd that had gathered before looking towards the sky. There was no hope for her survival. No hope of seeing her friends again. This was the end of the road for her. Without denying the charges against her, she wordlessly knelt before the chopping block and placed her neck to the stone. Her eyes shut under the mask as one last tear fell.
Xio had witnessed her best students death. She watched, unmoved by the sight, as the dark red hair rolled off the block and into a wicker basket. Blood seeped through and stained it before the body was kicked aside. The crowd asked for a price to be paid for the blood spilt, and they were paid in the blood of an innocent woman. Yet Xio said nothing, she merely watched as the remains were carted off. When night fell, Xio made her way to the grave of her student. She stood before the unmarked grave and without a moment to lose, she started undoing the work those that made the grave had done. She dragged the body and head out before carrying them to a location away from Luskan. Deep in the forest in ancient ruins, Xio had placed the body and head together so she could easily stitch them. She looked at the demonic mask on her students face then effortlessly took it off before removing the bandages on her forehead and removed the glazed over demons eye. After replacing the bandages, Xio placed a flawless Diamond under Aella’s hands on her chest and read a resurrection scroll. The scroll soon went up in blue flames that drifted over to Aella, gradually turing violet before her hands over the diamond laid flat on her chest. The flames soon dwindled down into the body and Aella shot up gasping for air a few moments later. By then Xio was sitting on a nearby boulder looking at her student with one leg tucked to her chest with her right elbow resting on it.
“Welcome back, my idiot student.” Xio smirked. Aella took the time to get her barrings before she held her neck. She had never realized that once the head was cut off, talking would become a hard task once it was reattached and the person was resurrected. Gave her a new perspective on imagining being resurrected when a person got crushed by a giant. Instead she signed to Xio that it would be a while and possibly a visit to a cleric before she could truly talk again. Xio softly chuckled and nods. “Beheadings will do that from what I hear. However I don’t hear many actually coming back from them. It would be rather difficult to explain to your future husband why you’re dead for something you could not control.” She said while holding up the demons mask. “Without the eye this is merely decoration.” ‘So had I taken the eye out when I was me...I could have been free of the control much sooner?’ Aella signed. “Possibly. But doing so would not have been so easy. Ten to one says the demon would have prevented it. Thankfully you were smart enough to bind it under tight bandages. Any tighter and you’d have left dents in your skull.” Xio crushed the eye in her hand then shook the goo off. “Now you’re a free...dead woman. Well to Luskan you’re dead anyways. That red hair of yours will be a sign that the ‘Blood Demon’ yet lives, and I personally would not want to crush their hopes of never hearing that title again.” ‘Agreed. I am not that thing anymore. I threw that part of my life away fourteen years ago. To have relived the nightmare was bad enough...but to kill innocent people...It leaves a wretched taste in my mouth.’ Aella quietly sighed a bit before she ran a hand down her face. ‘I don’t suppose we could head to The Dalelands. I know we’ll have to take the long way around but I feel like I need to make a trip home so Mom knows I’m not dead.’ “Don’t want Cormyr to see you just yet?” Xio asked as she canted her head a bit while raising a brow. ‘Not yet. I...I can’t face the people I know there yet...And I can only hope that none of them have heard about my cursed title. For once I hope all of Cormyr is to busy with crazy shenanigans to have heard of the “Blood Demon”. Only Sylus knows that history, and I want to keep it as such.’ Aella signed. “What if it comes up in the future? What will you do then? Will you only tell those in your circle of trust the truth?” Aella looked to the ground for a moment. ‘Tell those that ask that I’m no longer that monster…’ Xio nods and shifted a bit in her seating. “Eventually you will have to accept the reality of things Aella. You will have to accept what has happened and move on. Denying this will not help you.” 'And accepting it will? Why accept this? What good could possibly come from having the title of “Blood Demon” tacked to my name? What good could knowing I killed innocent people do for me or anyone?’ Aella quickly signed. “What good will rejecting something about yourself, about your past, cause? You are burden by guilt, self-loathing, fear, denial, and much more. You are blinded by what you want to be instead of accepting who you are.” Xio calmly said in a wise tone. ‘What I am is a monster hiding in a woman's body!’ Aella snapped. ‘I am a creature that butchered people, that stole lives before their time was up! I ruined families with senseless killing and all because I wasn’t strong enough to fight the demon in that bloody mask! I was weak against Qi-Fon, who’s still out there somewhere, and without hesitation did his work. I took the fall, I knelt at the chopping block and I lost my head. By right, I should still be dead! In what world will things benefit from me being alive! Where in the world will my place be if it’s not six feet under!’ she was signing a bit faster. Xio said nothing and just watched her student. ‘I don’t deserve to be alive Xio! I don’t deserve to know happiness or anything good! I...I….I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know….How can you look at me with that expression! How can you sit there and tell me that I still have a purpose in this world when I don’t even know what it is? For what reason did you bring me back from the dead Xio?’ “I brought you back because I couldn’t lose a student who did not deserve death. You were possessed, given only brief moments of clarity that were taken from you far to soon. In our battle, I sensed that you didn’t want to fight. In the battle against myself and the Blackfish company, you didn’t what that either. You were held against your will in your own body while a demon ran around with it.” Xio simply said. “The only way to free you of the mask was to have the demon lose its host. Had it been a normal possession your body would be a headless puppet. Yet the eye that was in your forehead was what one would find in the ruined tower in Vaulkers Roar. Frankly I find it a bit strange as to how this Qi-Fon managed to implant it to begin with. But once it was in, it didn’t want to let go.” Aella sighed and placed a hand to her forehead. ‘I still don’t see why you brought me back. Why you thought me being alive was a good thing.’ “Perhaps you will understand one of these days. Just remember, people can change Aella. But the past is behind them and can’t be changed. Reflect on what has happened, I need to send a raven to the master of your boyfriend.” Xio said as she got up and walked away. “He’ll want to know the future wife of his favorite student and god son cheated death. Just know, this is a one time deal. If you lose your head again...it’ll be for good next time.” she called back to Aella.
Aella sat there and looked at her hand with her own eyes. When the mas was on her face, everything appeared black and white to her. The world was grey and it felt lifeless. Now that it was off and she was free to make her own choices, she couldn’t stop seeing the blood on her hands and skin. This event would more than likely haunt her just as the first did. But what haunted her more was the thought of Qi-Fon still being out there. She didn’t know when or where he would appear again or if he’d target her. All she knew was that he’d taken her will and twisted it for his own gain. That once she proved to be a liability he tossed her aside like trash. ‘Guess this means the Blood Demon is finally dead. Publicly executed so all of southern Luskan can go back to being...well terrorized by bandits and gangs. Gods above I hope this isn’t news in Cormyr.’ she signed to herself. ‘I should focus on getting better though. My hands are starting to cramp from all this signing. I should also think about changing my hair color...maybe I’ll go black. To many red heads in Cormyr anyways.’ she looked at her defaced tattoos. ‘Should see about new tattoos as well. Maybe Xio can help with that.’ She soon got up from where she was and walked off into the night.