((Well recently in our Anima campaign my friend is Gming we decided to have a year long time skip, this is a short story of my character, Adrassil what he did during that time. It's my friend's own world he's been making and he has ripped off many, many sources, the place we're based in is basically A Game of Thrones Westeros and a story arc we just completed was a rip off of Berserk, with the Hawks and Griffith. Adrassil is basically a Loki clone, scheming, manipulating and brilliant and for all intents and purposes, a villain if this was D&D his alignment would most likely be neutral evil. I'm having a brilliant time roleplaying him.
Posted 17 September 2012 - 09:58 PM
Posted 18 September 2012 - 12:44 PM
Second part to the story, this elaborates on my character's actions over the last few sessions
With the two guards in their wake, Adrassil and Elandria passed through the doorway and found
another staircase, now ascending.
In silence, they climbed. For a good minute or so the stairs seemed to go on and on.
Again every so often Adrassil would glance at Elandria and she would reply with a shake of her
When they finally arrived at the top of the stairway they emerged into a very large, almost
cavernous room. The only light were two large, blazing torches set at each side of the entrance.
“Hmm,” murmured Adrassil thoughtfully, as he looked about, his arms still clasped behind his
“What is it?” asked Elandria.
That made Elandria smile and shake her head.
“Do you know what your sins are?” came a throaty, ragged voice from the darkness.
Adrassil smiled and began to pace back and forth.
“I do not believe in sin,” Adrassil said.
“You may believe what you will,” said another voice, just as croaking and ancient as the last. “It
does not matter, you are still guilty of…”
Suddenly, a large torch erupted into life, illuminating an area a good twenty metres to the far left
in the darkness. A hunched, round, short figure stood in front of it, his back to the fire so his front,
still hidden in shadow.
“Pride,” said the figure.
Another torch followed after the first, about six metres to the right, revealing another figure, this
one almost unnaturally tall, and thin.
“Wrath,” the tall one said.
A third lit, showing a large, well built man.
“Envy,” he said.
Then a fourth followed, showing an even smaller more withered figure than the first.
“And lust,” he said, and strangely, had the deepest, most forceful voice of them all.
“Well,” said Adrassil and smiled at Elandria. “Who can really blame me for being lustful?”
“We can,” said the first. “Benjamin Adare.”
Adrassil’s eyes widened, he inhaled sharply through his teeth and turned back to the elder.
“That is no longer my name,” he said, barely keeping back his anger. “I left that name behind me
when Glaitis found me, and took me as her apprentice, along with everything else.”
Elandria couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows, so that was his real name? She had no idea, it
also gave an interesting new perspective as to why he had taken the child in.
“But have you? Truly?” said the well built elder. “We would beg to differ.”
“I…” tried Adrassil but was cut off as the smallest spoke.
“When you were an urchin, living on the streets of Kingsley, you were known as ‘the monkey
cutpurse,’ you caused much mischief, and here we find you, still causing mischief.”
Adrassil briefly stopped his pacing and sighed.
“I had to survive, somehow” he said.
‘And that you did,” said the tall one. “But thus far, since Glaitis pronounced you a full member of
this company you have been doing quite the opposite.”
Adrassi balled his fists and clenched his jaw.
“I have not,” he growled.
“Oh really?” said the well built one. “You have been playing a very dangerous game, Benjamin…”
“That is not my name!” Adrassil roared suddenly.
“In our eyes you have yet to earn that name, Benjamin,” said the smallest, his voice grating with
barely contained rage.
“How have I not?” Adrassil demanded. “I am responsible for the death of perhaps the greatest
warrior of our time! And the complete massacre of his army of his unbeatable elite soldiers! What
then do I need to do, to earn my name?”
“But potentially made a thousand, if not more, enemies in the process,” said the first one.
“We, fully approve of the how you destroyed Griffith and his men,” said the tall one. “Your plan
was as simple as it was clever. But it is the why you did it, that is our problem. It was your foolish
pride that was the catalyst.”
Adrassil clenched his jaw and began to pace back forth again, like a caged lion
“He humiliated me,” Adrassil hissed.
“He did,” agreed the large one, bluntly. “Griffith defeated you and easily at that, even after he was
injured from his prior duel to the young Adonis.”
“And that was why I did it! I hoped to take advantage of his injured state!” snarled Adrassil. “If I
had won, I would have taken control of the Hawks! The finest mercenaries this side of the sea!
Imagine what I could have done with them under my command!”
“If you had won,” said the smallest. “You would not have taken control of the Hawks, we would
have. But you did not, instead you wound up joining them.”
“And that was another reason why they needed to die!” Adrassil snarled. “I did not know what the
Company would make of my…transfer. You may have wanted me dead for my, betrayal.”
“If we had wanted you dead, for your betrayal,” said the tallest. “You would have been dead within
Adrassil said nothing, just straightened and clenched his jaw again.
“If you had not allowed your pride to get the better of you,” said the fat one. “We would have
wanted you as a spy within his ranks. For you to have become an advisor for Griffith and then
influence his decisions, depending on what we wanted the Hawks to do. They would have
become an extremely valuable asset to the Company.”
“Well, if that was so. Why did you not send someone to tell me to do that?” said Adrassil.
“We were interested in what you would do without our direct influence,” said the tall one. “We
hoped that you would see reason on your own, but obviously, you did not.”
“And you failed that test, obviously,” said the smallest. “and miserably.”
Adrassil, stopped his pacing, closed his eyes and sighed deeply, then his eyes snapped
“But surely,” Adrassil said softly. “Surely, you had, already spies within his ranks? Someone with
such potential and influence would most have most assuredly demanded it.”
At that, something strange happened, each elder straightened and glanced at one another,
“That is no concern of yours,” said the tallest.
Unperturbed, Adrassil began to pace again, smirking widely, “but they betrayed you, didn’t they?
Griffith with all his charisma and strength earned their true loyalty, their…love. They damned the
consequences and stopped reporting to you…”
“Enough!” interrupted the smallest. “It matters little, especially now.”
“So, you admit it?” said Adrassil, mockingly.
“We admit nothing,” growled the well built one. “To the likes of you, we need not admit anything.”
Adrassil just grinned and continued to pace, hands still clasped behind his back.
Elandria, swallowed back her nervousness, Adrassil was not doing himself any favours with this
“I regret nothing,” said Adrassil. “Griffith needed to die, he was too dangerous, too ambitious, too
“But he was also young and naive,” said the first. “He could have easily been influenced,
manipulated and it was only because of that naivete you managed to kill him. You should not be
so proud about your victory over him.”
Adrassil shook his head, “you underestimate him, if he had lived, imagine what he would have
“But we would have influenced him,” said the tallest.
“Again, you underestimate him,” said Adrassil. “He would have eventually found out about your
‘influence’ then become an enemy. A very powerful enemy.”
“And you underestimate us, by then he would have outlived his usefulness, anyway,” said the
well built one. “You managed to kill him so we would have found a way, easily.”
Adrassil clenched his jaw, “and do you know how old he was? Seventeen! I refuse to be
beholden to someone so young.”
“But you would not have been beholden to him,” said the first. “You would still have been
beholden to us.”
At that, Adrassil abruptly stopped his pacing and balled his fists, shaking slightly in rage and
Elandria could swear the Elders were smiling.
“Yes,” said Adrassil through gritted teeth.
“Remember, Benjamin,” said the short one. “You are where you are today because of us, we
gave you the money to start your little operation in Kingsley, we gave you your extensive training.
If it was not for us, you would still be homeless and alone, scraping a living in Kingsley.”
In between index finger and thumb Adrassil slipped another cigarette from inside his jacket,
placed it in his mouth, lit it and sighed out smoke.
“I truly doubt that,” he sighed, smirking.
“Your arrogance borders on astounding,” said the tallest.
“Arrogance is only arrogance if it isn’t justified,” said Adrassil.
“Yes, you keep telling yourself that,” said the well built one.
“Your foolishness began a week ago,” said the shortest. “When you competed in the grand
melee of the hand of the king’s tournament.”
“That I did,” said Adrassil, “and not to mention, won.”
“Yes, you put all your martial abilities on display for all the country to see, well done,” said the first
Adrassil inhaled his cigarette and exhaled, holding it between thumb and index finger again.
“Not all,” he assured, ignoring the sarcasm.
“Not to mention, you also made an enemy of the Lannister warrior you defeated in the final,” said
the well built one.
Adrassil shrugged, “then the very next day he was utterly humiliated by Adonis in a far worse
way. Now he hates that little idiot far worse than I. He was a fool who deserved everything he
“We do not deny that, Benjamin,” said the tallest. “But it was a foolish public display that was
pointless and unneeded. You brought far too much attention to yourself, again as a direct
consequence of your pride.”
“I wanted, I wanted to gain some respect of the masses,” said Adrassil. “I intended to get on their
good side. Just in case.”
“Well you stomped all over that intention the very next day, Benjamin” said the smallest. “When
you protected the much despised hand of the king from the outlaw, the man known as Robin’s
ambush during the archery contest.”
“Pretended to protect,” corrected Adrassil, “and that was an action born purely out of
circumstance, I assure you.”
“That it was,” agreed the smallest. “You did well in convincing him that you were there to
legitimately protect him.”
Adrassil grinned, “that I did.”
“Then you almost completely ruined it by manhandling his son, soon after,” said the large one.
Adrassil sighed and rubbed his forehead, “yes! But I was unaware he was his son, I was under
the impression he was some lowly peasant who had become my fan after I had won the
tournament. He was everywhere I was, it was infuriating and besides I wished to use him for my
“Yes, the scheme that you played by throwing an innocent, random man into jail,” said the
“I had every intention to rescue him,” said Adrassil. “I had claimed him as Robin’s spy when I
took him to the Hand of The King. I was going to infiltrate the Hand’s castle and make the rescue
look like it had been committed by Robin and his men. My intent was to even further increase the
hatred the Hand held for Robin so that when I finally found Robin he would be more willing to
hand off more gold for his capture.”
Elandria held back a smile, she knew he had a different plan. In fact she didn’t actually know
what he was planning, she felt he was making it up as he went along.
“What were you planning to do with the prisoner once you had freed him?” asked the tallest.
“I was going to set him free,” said Adrassil with genuine feeling. “I had bought him a horse and
was to give him some coin. So he could start a new life somewhere else. With his son. It was
the very least I could do.”
“But that did not happen, did it?” said the shortest.
Adrassil grimaced and shook his head, “no, when my team had infiltrated and they had found the
cells. He and every single other prisoner were gone. My team had murdered two guards on the
way in, despite my orders not to kill anyone. Although I was able to use this to my advantage
later. The next day managing to convince the Hand that the murders were Robin’s revenge for
capturing one of his merry little flock.”
“What had happened to the prisoners?” asked the well built one.
Adrassil clenched his jaw, “in all honesty, I do not know. The Hand had claimed he had sent his
prisoners north. As slaves to work on the roads. I had then travelled out then, to find him and
rescue him but could not find him anywhere. I suspect if the Hand had told the truth, that Robin
had freed them already. Although, knowing the Hand he could have tortured everyone of his
prisoners to death before my arrival. That man sickens me, I swear all he does is torture and
torture, then stick people’s heads on spikes. With the king absent it makes me wonder who is
actually running this country…”
Adrassil wandered off in his sentence, his eyes widening with realisation.
“Benjamin?” said the smallest.
“I am sorry, never mind,” said Adrassil shaking himself from his state.
Elandria could make out the four elders exchange glances.
“‘Your team?’” asked the fat one. “You were absent during the infiltration?”
Adrassil clenched his teeth, “I was, indeed, absent,” he growled. “It was just after my first fight
against Griffith, the bastard had broken one of my ribs. I deemed myself too hurt to take part. I
would have just been in the way.”
Elandria smiled, but he was not hurt enough to be unable part in a late night tussle, though.
“Was that the only reason you were, absent?” asked the tallest.
Adrassil smirked and glanced at Elandria.
“It is, perhaps, the truest thing I have told you thus far,” he said.
The elders just stood in silence.
“I jest, I jest” he grinned. “And beside that you seem to know everything already. It would be
pointless for me try to lie.”
They glared at him, Elandria could not see their expressions but she could sense it.
Adrassil just grinned.
“So what now?” he asked. “Surely you did not call me here just to discuss things you already
“No,” said the well built one. “We did not, we wish to end your mischief. We want you to return to
your regular mercenary duties.”
Adrassil raised an eyebrow, “so, you do not want me dead?”
“Surely you jest?” said the smallest with humour.
“For how long?” asked Adrassil.
“It depends,” said the tallest.
Adrassil smiled, “of course it does.”
“You may take one of your employees with you during this time,” said the fat one. “We all know
which one you will choose.”
“Of course we do,” agreed Adrassil, glancing again at Elandria. “I also have a request.”
“What is it?” asked the smallest, sounding exasperated now.
“I wish to learn the way of Ki usage,” he said. “I have seen how useful it is and wish to expand
my abilities. I know very well that the Blackreach Company are very well versed in Ki techniques
so if you give me this, I will very gladly perform the more menial duties for you.”
“You are in no position to bargain, Benjamin,” said the tallest.
“I am aware of that,” said Adrassil. “But I had never claimed to ‘bargain’ anything it is merely a
request, nothing more. Glatis had neglected to teach me Ki and I do not know why. But if I learnt
it I would surely be a more effective asset to the Company.”
“A more effective asset to yourself, you mean,” said the well built one.
Adrassil tilted his head and smirked, “surely, they are one in the same.”
“No,” said the smallest, bluntly. “But we will allow you your request, Benjamin.”
Adrassil’s eyes widened and he rocked back with genuine surprise, “you will?”
“Of course, did I stutter young Benjamin?” said the smallest. “We will indeed allow you your Ki
use training. We will send the information you need to know to your home, via the messenger.
You are dismissed.”
“Okay,” he said, still shocked. “Thank you. Come Elandria, let us leave.”
Then he turned to walk away.
“But remember this, Adrassil,” called out the smallest, causing Adrassil to stop abruptly in his
tracks. “It does not matter how much martial knowledge you accrue, or how much strength you
gain, if you betray us. There is no where in this universe nor the next you can hide from our
wrath. These withered old fools will find you and we will make sure you will be begging for
something so sweet as pain. Understood?”
“Understood,” said Adrassil, hesitantly.
“Good,” said the smallest, “and may the gods be with you in your travels.”
Adrassil’s attention snapped back to the elders, his eyes wide with anger and looking like he was
to say something. But instead thought better of it and began down the stairs. Elandria and the
skull helmed guards in tow.