Godryk’s Character

Appearance

Godryk is a lean muscular individual with lightly tanned skin and long brown hair that flows to his shoulders.  The only indications of his half-elf heritage lie in the slightly curved features of his ears which are usually hidden by his long hair and his penetrating blue eyes that have the slightest slant to them.  Most people, when they first encounter Godryk, do not recognize his half-elven heritage.  Wearing hides, Godryk carries two scimitars strapped to each side and a bow and quiver slung over his back.  He walks with the grace and flow of a person who is both comfortable and skilled in the use of each weapon.

Background

Godryk was born when his mother, an elf maiden, sought refuge at the Manor of Lord Lamont Uthrador.  Sick and near death, the elf maiden died in child-birth before Lord Uthrador was able to determine much of her background, only discovering that she had been outcast for having an affair with a human and left to fend for herself.  The kindly Lord, a Ranger by trade, took pity on the new born child, adopting and raising him as his own.

Over the years Lamont grew to love the adventurous and happy half-elf, who often accompanied him whenever he left the Manor on his frequent trips throughout the countryside.  Recognizing Godryks talents with both the two-weapon style of fighting and his ability with the bow, Lamont passed on his knowledge and love of nature as well as his skills as a Ranger to Godryk.

Lamonts son, Davkul, however, a child with a quick and often malicious temper, grew to despise the half-elf, often blaming both his father and Godryk for his own short comings and failures.  Godryk quickly learned to be cautious around his volatile step-brother.  As the two boys entered their early adulthood, Godryk discovered Davkul’s plans to murder his father and replace him as the Lord of the Manor.  Arriving too late to stop the assassination, Godryk was accused by Davkul of the murder and was forced to flee for his life.

Fleeing his country and living by his wits on the road, Godryk has become more quiet and reflective in both his outlook and when dealing with other races and peoples.  He vows that one day he will return to clear his name and bring Davkul to justice.

Davkul, still obsessed with Godryk, occasionally hires assassins to track down and kill his step-brother… so far with no success.

Journal

Journey to Brindol (9/24/08)

I was still shaken when I finally arrived in Brindol after my encounter with the Warlock.  I had no idea how long the man had been alone in the forest but when I found him, lying prostrate and screaming, he was a miserable wretch, almost all intelligence erased by madness.
At first, I was unable to discern what, if anything, had happened to him, so lost was he in his madness.  Gradually, brief moments of lucidity came to the man and he was able to explain that he was a Warlock, no longer able to hold off the madness that sometimes overcame his kind.  He also raved about Goblins growing in numbers in the surrounding area. Unfortunately, I was unable understand anything else from his ravings.  Near the end, he begged me to kill him, no longer wanting to continue living with the madness that was consuming him.  

I should have fled and left him to his madness, but he continued to ramble on; begging for death.  I hesitated, not knowing what to make of either his request or his seemingly delirious outbursts.   He slipped back into madness one last time and would have killed me if I had not been quicker and struck first.  I took no pleasure in ending his life, but there was a grim satisfaction that I, at the very least, ended his suffering.

And that’s where things got hazy.  I’m not sure what happened…  I remember striking the Warlock and watching him fall.  Then, a bright flash seemed to emanate from his body and
darkness surrounded me and I remembered no more.  

I woke a few hours later next to the body of the Warlock, now stiff and cold in death.  Nothing had changed in the immediate surroundings and nothing had come to disturb us while I had been unconscious.  But there was a difference.  Something had changed.   It took some time to realize that the difference I felt was actually within myself.  Fleeing the scene in confusion and fear, I left the body where it lay and continued my journey to Brindol, hoping to find some rest in the town and, maybe, some answers.

I arrived at the western gates of Brindol where the guards directed me to a nearby tavern, The Stone Wyvern, where I could at least find a bed for the night.  Exhausted, I entered the tavern to find that there were already a few patrons in the common room.   Not wishing to be disturbed, I found a quiet table near the back where I could obtain a meal and drink.   

As I waited for the bar maid, I couldn’t help but overhear a few of the patrons loudly complaining about Goblin raids within the town.  Despite my exhaustion, the mention of Goblins caught my attention.  The fellow, a townsman by his garb and speech, was speaking about the Goblin raids to a few patrons gathered around one of the tables, outsiders like myself by their appearance.

As I listened, the doors to the tavern suddenly blew inward with a tremendous blast sending the doors flying and filling the front entrance with smoke.  Hobgoblins appeared through the smoke, howling their blood thirsty cries, throwing torches at the bar and cutting anyone down that got in their way.   After a brief stunned silence, the place erupted in battle as those around me joined in battle.  

Despite the Hobgoblins surprise, it was not long before they were lying dead at our feet.  But our victory was both costly and short-lived as many town folk had been killed and, despite our best efforts, we were forced to flee the tavern as the fire rapidly spread.

Brindol (cont) (10/01/08)

Outside the tavern we quickly formed a water brigade, passing buckets of water down the line trying to stop the fire.  In the end, our efforts were in vain and we were forced to watch as the tavern was consumed in flames.

As we helplessly stood watching the flames, a commotion further north up the street drew our attention and we beheld the strangest sight.   An Ogre was pulling a wagon along the street filled with barrels and two Hobgoblins.  The Hobgoblins were screaming at the Ogre and pointing at the buildings.   Their intentions soon became clear as torches and burning pitch were thrown at the buildings.

Shaking off our surprise we once again engaged in battle and after a brief struggle slew the Ogre and his companions.  

Too exhausted to speak, I fell into a deep sleep after being assured by the local guards that there were no more attacks and they would be able to handle the rest of the fires.   Many of the brave companions I fought alongside decide to forego sleep and help where they could.

The next morning, we all gathered and properly introduced ourselves, going over the nights events.  As we were talking a man, introducing himself as Council Member Eoffram Troyas, interrupted and asked us to meet him at his office as he had some information and an offer that we may find to our benefit.

Curious as to his offer, we headed to his office where we soon learned that the raids had been happening for some time.  In fact, members of the community had also been kidnapped along with some artifacts from the previous war.  Councilman Troyas asked for our help which we gladly gave after deciding to join forces to help the town.  During the course of our discussions, we were informed that a Hobgoblin had been captured and was currently in the stocks.  Asking if we could question the Hobgoblin, we were given permission but were given strict instructions not to harm the creature.

I followed a few of our newly formed troupe out of the office and we soon found the Hobgoblin locked in the stocks.  Alastair, the Warlock in our group, warned the Hobgoblin that if he did not talk, he would be forced to call upon his dark magic to force any information from him… a procedure that he promised would be most dire and painful.
Believing, Alastair to be bluffing, I drew my scimitar out and started to sharpen the edges where the Hobgoblin could see.  However, the devilish creature was made of sterner stuff and cursed us and refused to answer.

Alastair began chanting and waving his arms, inscribing images and patterns in the air all the while circling the hapless creature.   A shiver ran down my spine as I witnessed the, “performance”, so convincing was the act… if act it truly was.

The creature was soon terrified and gave us the information we sought.  We learned that his name was Morrick and that he was part of a greater army lead by a creature known as Sinruth.  We also learned that Sinruth could be found near somewhere or something called Rivenroar.

Trying to extract more information proved useless despite Alastair’s appeals that he was losing control and needed to release the power on Morrick.  The only other piece of information we were able to extract was that Rivenroar was somewhere near the Mountains and that there were a lot of undead.

I once again wondered if Alastairs performance had truly been an act as I watched his body shiver in convulsions as he slowly regained control.

Journey to Rivenroar (10/08/08)

After questioning Morrick, we then questioned local town folk to find out any information we could about Rivenroar and where it might be located.  We soon learned that it was south of the Giant’s Shield along the northern arm of the Elisr river.  However, it’s exact location was unknown.

Deciding to head along the Dawn Way to Elsircross we eventually came to the small farm village.  Being a small community, the locals were unable to provide us with any useful information so we decided to continue on to dwarven town of Red Rock.  There we discovered that there were indeed ruins along the river south of the mountains but that no one in town knew the exact location.

We decided to continue our venture north along the river, hoping to find the ruins as we traveled.  The information we had obtained so far, indicated that we would come across an old road that would lead us to the river.

As we traveled along the river we eventually came to a ridge and located the old road.  Unfortunately, we had also stumbled upon a nest of Kruthiks.  It was a hard fought battle and we nearly lost a few of our fellows but in the end we were victorious.  Continuing on, we found the ruins where we decided to set up camp and take a much needed rest after our encounter with the Kruthiks.

As we camped in the shadow of the ruins, I took the opportunity to question Alastair, explaining what had occurred when I met the Warlock on the way to Brindol.  Uncertain, he warned me to be careful, it may have been that I had been exposed to some power that had infused my body when the Warlock had died and there was no telling how it may manifest itself, if at all.

Not feeling comforted by this information and with thoughts of dire magic drifting in my mind, I found my bedroll and drifted into troubled dreams.

Equipment Desires

While adventuring, Godryk hopes to offset each of his scimitars with a special damage type (viscous +1 and Frost +1), thereby increasing the damage potential of each weapon.  He also hopes to increase his protective armor and find a finely crafted bow that will also deal deadly blows to his enemies.