Evil for evil; ✒️ ✒️ ✒️
*slams down tome*
Three for three. Let's go.
The Fredman
He was created as an otherworldly serial killer that stalked the wilds of Drustvar in a touched by the Thul and saw the futility in living. I've used him a few times in old Eldridge stories as he was constantly a mortal antagonist for him. Kind of like his Hannibal Lector or ultra violent Moriarty. I sat on him a long time trying to find a way to build story for him that made him a bit more dimensional but it just never made enough sense. He needs to remain a boogeyman and monster under the bed scouring the countryside for unwary pilgrims.
Ex: "Please not like tha! I dinnae see nothin! Please!" Gasped the man as he held his hands in a feeble attempt and shielding himself from the looming figure before him. Figure would be just as strong of a descriptor as his ruined and slashed hands were at protecting him. A monster was the more natural term for the predator above him.
As tall as an elf, wide as an orc, and eyes as dead as the banshee queen herself the creature was dressed head to toe in the mangled, mangy furs of Tides knew how many animals. Grey, red, black and brown combined with the forever autumn foliage of the back country lent more to the sense than just visuals. There was an oppressive sound to the heavy bare feet crushing the land beneath him to match the wafting stench of rot clinging to the garb of a madman. A storybook nightmare come to life with the body of a bear, the shoulders of a lion, and the crown of a wounded deer.
It spoke only once before it leaned in to finish it's work, not even a word issuing from it's flat line of a mouth as it spoke in only the softest of hushing breath. "Shhh."
The pilgrim could do nothing but scream as the ritual began.
Seamus Cohagein Alchemist of the Order of Embers
I have a lot of characters that rely on brute force, luck, and the metal stubbornness of not wanting to die. So with Seamus I wanted to create an ally that relied on brains and wisdom than just the 'deus ex machina' trope to pull him out of the fire. Way back I had some friends I roleplayed a lot with and we created a kind of Bond/Q relationship for a couple of them which I wanted again. Sadly they retired out but the idea was never forgotten. Enter Seamus and me watching some Bryan Cranston in quite a few shows to get the idea of being a worgen in hiding working out of Drustvar with the Order. Eventually he would be moved out to Stormwind division and come under Dewitt's command as an asset for her field agents. It could still happen with Seamus but with the game itself calling and my own struggles with being creative I haven't put the effort he deserves into it.
Ex: The glasses bounced silently over the cushioned desktop Seamus used as his work bench. Many might laugh at his table with it's leather and hard plush, the alchemist knew with the volatile nature of his profession the utmost care was always required. Especially when dealing with the 'fire' creation. The wrong shift of the table or accidentally nudge of the frame could easily cause catastrophe for himself and everyone in a five mile radius.
Never again.
Two fingers would rise to provide some manner of relief gently rubbing at the bridge of his nose as he felt the ache numb to his ministrations. For 18 years he had served in the apothecary within Gilneas, a dutiful student who became an even more attentive teacher. All of which came to crashing end in the face of a terrible act of violence, that even just thinking about would cause a familiar painful ache in his back.
There was a knock at the door bringing him back to the present than the pain of the past. "Yes?"
"Message for ya sir, it's from Stormwind." A muffled voice would reply thick with the tinge of Kul Tiran.
"Leave it there, I'm a little into things here." Seamus would look back to his table and sigh as he gently rose to his feet, taking up his glasses once more as he returned to his amounts.
Ganus Klaudin, Bound Artificer
Ganus is my second WoW roleplay character I ever made when Wyrmrest was brand new in Wrath. I had been playing a warrior since the beginning of time then and decided I wanted to try out the magic life. I fell in with a great roleplay crowd and made a great trio of player/characters that we built a ton of stories for. But we all know the long drought between Lich King and Cataclysm which ultimately killed the guild stories. Since that happened I let Ganus just go to the wayside in favor of playing around more with his undead brother Alfred and other alts.
I want to bring him back but I'm not sure how or what to do just yet. I'm thinking for the next DWC to bring him back as I'll make it a more Scooby/spooky story for the November challenge. Maybe where they try to get Alfred back or put him to rest.
Ex: "Mister Klaudin," came the higher tinged voice of a nearby gnome, startling the man awake with a soft gasp and weary blink of his eyes. Ganus Klaudin was as much a prisoner as he was an asset to the Kirin Tor. A mechanical prodigy had been considered nothing but a flight of fancy in his younger days as who could compete with the engineering genius of gnomish or goblin society. Magic was the true power in society and for a family ranchers looking to move up in the ladder it was imperative their son be at the forefront.
Unfortunately it came with a lot more problems than successes.
A mental breakdown later equaled a lovely truesilver collar about his neck to clip his wings from the arcane. Agony and blessing were how he described the feeling of being cut off from the ley lines that he had swam. Now he was just Ganus. A pariah of arcane abuse.
"Mister Klaudin, about my rotary sander," the gnome piped again, the annoyance growing in his tone to match the crossed arms and tapping foot.
Ganus would rub his eyes and nod as he stood up from the counter, the bits of grease and grime coming off on his darker skin as he looked about. "Yes of course, Mister Gearlock. GIve me a moment to get that for you."
Once a promising young wizard, now a petty repairman. Ups and downs, lefts and rights. It could always get worse.
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