An accounting of the Hadozee with no Money

An

Accounting

Of the

Hadozee

With no

Money

“I have no name, but people call me Knuckles”
Early History Born to Hadozee parents that worked the docks as many do, in a medium sized port town. The child was not given a name as his parents were not materialistic, they took pleasure in their work. He was soon tasked with assisting them in such, however he was not very strong. He was eventually tasked with being a messenger as he could move between areas easily and glide well. Given his parent’s active lives, he was watched by local monks and other mystics when he couldn’t help, and his parents were not available. He was a quick learner and picked up different techniques from various people, marshalls, security guards, and the like passing through town.
He was happy with his childhood, he was never neglected but without constant overwatch, he also saw many of the horrors that life can bring. Transients and ne’er-do-wells only scraping enough coin together for drink, lives ruined over trade disputes, many enjoying luxury without labor. He eventually combined this disdain, and his parents' love of the process to reject such materialism. This went over well with his employers who supported his choice but not paying him.
When he was old enough he left town and went wandering. Helping people and being donated food and shelter. He utelised his random collection of skills and techniques, as well as new ones learned on the way, to survive and thrive. Eventually he crossed paths with a martial artist [insert_name_here_01]. After seeing his skills, [insert_name_here_01] pointed out he was inadvertently training as a swordsage. Interested by his accidental expertise, limited as it were, [insert_name_here_01] took him on as an apprentice for a time. He was a promising student and gained much knowledge beyond his years, but was only able to apply it incrementally.
[insert_name_here_01] decided the hadozee needed something more to dedicate his life and apply his knowledge to. They eventually travelled to Kimbol where [insert_name_here_01] had some contacts with the government. Eventually he was placed into a burgeoning unit under the promising lieutenant Farwalker.
Joining The Queen’s Blade
The Hadozee and Farwalker hit it off, and became friends. Farwalker eventually started calling him Knuckles, since not having a name became inconvenient when bureaucracy became involved. He neither accepted the name, nor did he reject it. Others soon joined the unit including a talking badger, a mysterious old man, an infamous soldier of fortune, a specialist mage, and an ingenious mage. Together they formed The Queen’s Blade.
The queen's blade soon took on missions as a specialist force, finding success along the way. They even met with the queen, and her partner, on occasion. Knuckles formed bonds with each. The badger was fervently fanatical heironeous, and introduced Knuckles to the plight of the gnomes.
Some missions included run-ins with a mysterious fellow named Unos.
Knuckles enjoyed the limited teleportation afforded to him, though the Vitala usually interfered with that pleasure.
Life on the Inside Before too long they were involved in an operation to trap the Vitala using a ritual on an island. The mission was critical, and the atmosphere was tense. The queen's blade made the summit and began preparing. When the moment came, the Vitala struck, disrupting the forces. Farwalker lunged, and the queens blade attacked. The fight was bloody and vicious. Many died before too long. The ritual progressed, however, but the Vitala knew. In the last moments it seized Farwalker, and just as Knuckles was about to lunge at it, the Vitala redirected the ritual to entrap the ground forces.
The queens blade, and the other contingents, were stuck inside a sword. The fellowship was formed. Knuckles did find solace in being able to enjoy his teleportation again. They struggled through the environment, met the locals, and eventually formed up with Unos, to get out. Unfortunately it came with a tremendous cost, as Lucious Linebeck, infamous soldier of fortune, stayed behind so others could leave.
Returning to service
Getting out of the sword wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. We were welcomed back, Farwalker had survived, and the Queens Blade was immediately reformed. Everyone stayed around Kimbal for a time. Knuckles stayed at Lucious Linebecks place, keeping it clean in preparation for his eventual return. Kos also frequented the place, mourning his dear friend. Knuckles and Kos became odd but close friends, given how little koss actually spoke.
Sir Smokey threw himself into his work, advocating for gnomes and heironeous. Knuckles joined him on some of these endeavours.
The Queens Blade also began preparations to establish a base on Abbey-de-heiron.
We were also joined by Chromanther, a delightful but young displacer.
Knuckles was changed in ways he could not yet understand. He tried to find pleasure in his work but simply could not. Nevertheless, he pressed on as was his duty.
Can’t Hadozeely Wait
During a dangerous mission, Knuckles went in to save a fellow blade and was caught in a shifting. When Knuckles awoke, he was in a strange land, with another strange land looking over him. Wandering for a while, Knuckles eventually found a city, mirrored by another overhead. Inquiring within, Knuckles found he was in Bytopia - heaven. Greeted warmly, and finding purpose within these lands, Knuckles found great pleasure in teleporting between the twin lands, passing parcels and letters as asked of him.
A great sadness overcame Knuckles. As much as he loved it in Bytopia, he did not come here of natural accord. He had friends, and work yet to do from whence he came. The grateful locals offered to send him back for all the help he had given. Knuckles reluctantly took them up on this offer, and was sent back.
Upon returning he discovered the mission was over and the queen's blade had left. Eventually, Knuckles was able to catch up with his colleagues. None of them really knew what Knuckles had given up to return.
Turn Turn Turn
Slowly the team came together again, and Knuckles had renewed purpose. He would do as much good as he could, and then return to Bytopia when it was time for his peace.
Before too long the queen's blade were off on another mission. Knuckles was sad to see that Farwalker no longer took the field, but it made sense given all that had happened. The mission was a trap however, as Vitalan forces held the queens blade for ransom under threat of killing the queen.
The situation devolved, the queen was attacked, and Knuckles teleported to act in haste, but he was diverted by the Vitala.
Talk and Walk
Coming too in a cell, Knuckles nearly fought his way before being subdued. When he came too the next time, he was in a cell, and the vitala performed a ritual draining knuckles of the vitalan essence previously held within.
Having no other choice, Knuckles tried a new approach: Talking. Channeling his own frustration, Knuckles attempted to talk down the Vitala. It did not achieve immediate results, but Knuckles felt as though he made inroads. They shared information together, and an offer to the other blades.
They released him in Quisling, in the devastated ruins of the gnomish neighbourhoods. It was a long walk back to Abbey-De-Heiron. Along the way Knuckles helped out people and solidified his new approach.
Unfortunately, Knuckles was greeted with great suspicion upon his return, but eventually everyone came together once more.
Knuckles discover Farwalker’s betrayal, the loss of queens husband, the disdain for the queen's blade, and the other problems facing everyone. Over the next couple years, he worked hard on his ideals, and helping everyone get through. The Abbey-De-Herion was built around the queens blade, a monument to their ideals, though those who had these ideals occasionally struggled to live up to them.
Still fools for the holy grail Eventully time came again for the queens blade to go out into the world. They were set against Admiral Jane De Lucy of the Southern Fleet, who so ever recovered a heironious grail would receive great funding.
The Admiral was stressed,both parties lashed out, and knuckles reached out to have a catch up at a later date.
I will write more when hands dont hurt
The queens blade returned successful, but with


Alice Hamlin - Dinner Lady - judged on our worst day

Type

Journal, Personal