Grimaldus
Grimaldus
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Hither came Grimaldus, the Yongrel, the champion of a dead god, black hair, smouldering eyes, mace in hand, a priest anointed in the fires of the desert, a warrior, a lover; to tread the crumbling world from this day until his last day.
Body Features
A tall man, with with mighty shoulders and deep of chest; the corded muscles of neck transitioning to heavily muscled limbs.
Facial Features
Grimaldus's brow was low and broad, his high cheekbones framed by a thick, black beard that terminated in well kept braids.
Warrior from the East and Cleric of the Dead God.
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Alignment
Chaotic Good
Age
48
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Dark
Hair
Black
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Tanned/ Arabic
Height
6'5
Weight
285 lbs.
A Tale of My People
As the spirits of my ancestors and the witch by my side tore through the soft, pathetic bodies of the bandits and horse thieves, my thoughts drifted away from that pathetic excuse for a battle and went instead to the stories of my people.
My mind first drifted to the story of Ilshaan and Laeila.
Ilshaan was a king that ruled over a land far to the east. Laeila was his beloved wife and partner. Before his ascent to the throne, they traveled together from oasis to oasis throughout the desert, making a name for themselves as formidable warriors. Their love was a strong as strong as stone and as eternal as the sky itself.
When Ilshaan finally accepted his birthright and returned to his homeland to rule over his people, he and Laeila quickly became two of the most beloved rulers in the history of the kingdom. All was peaceful, until the famine.
Their Kingdom was struck by a sandstorm so powerful and so long lasting that all the crops between the two rivers died. It was as if the gods themselves had forsaken the land and its people. Ilshaan knew that the only way to save his people and his beloved Laeila was to travel far out into the desert to the forgotten shrines of the gods themselves. There he would learn what the gods required in order to save his people. But to do, he would traverse sandstorms that never end and ever shifting sands. None that ventured into those sands had ever returned.
Laeila pleaded with her husband to find another way, for she knew the fate that could befall him. But Ilshaan knew that there was no other way to save her and the kingdom.
And so he left, venturing out in the desert in search of the gods themselves. Laeila stood upon the walls and watched until he slowly faded out of sight.
Weeks passed and many people died as the famine wrought its destruction upon the land. Until one day, as if by magic, the sands stopped churning and the crops began to grow. Ilshaan, it seems, had done the impossible, he had reached the temple of the gods.
Laeila waited on the walls night after night hoping for his return. But he never came; for the gods demanded his life in exchange for those of his people and his queen. A price that Ilshaan was happy to accept.
She waited every night for over a year. The gods heard her desperate prayers for his return over and over until even they were stricken with grief.
One night, as Laeila drifted off to sleep, the God of dreams himself came to her, he created an apparition with the soul of Ilshaan so that she may have one final night with the man that she loved. They held one and another that night and spoke such words of love that even the God himself could not bear to take Ilshaan away from her again.
So Laeila entered an eternal sleep. Locked forever in a dream with the ghost of the only man she ever loved. Her people tended to her for the rest of her days as she lay in state.
Then, many years later when death finally took her, the people saw a mated pair of eagles flying together across the eternity of the sky.
Their souls were finally together again.
Is this the fate that my mortality holds for Inara? Is she bound to linger in grief when my soul goes back to the sky from whence it came?
Wei Jang
Cant remember the date. Elves and all that.
Alfarid is fucked. The Hydra Godbeast that beset us there has done irreparable damage to the settlement. But thanks to Yajiero, its people will endure. They will take to ships and sail into a new life. The damage wrought by the Hydra and the pathetic serpents that summoned it will harden them. Their children will grow up knowing what struggle is and those hard times will make them powerful. That struggle is not something to invoke pity, but rather, to invoke pride.
After the fall of Alfarid we found ourselves atop the accursed serpent tower. It was there that we used the knowledge of our foes to conjure a teleportation portal to the beauteous shithole that is Wei Jang. I don’t remember the method by which our mages were able to open the portal, as I had taken a serious ass whipping from the spears of those pathetic cultists earlier in the fight.
When we stepped through the portal, I immediately remembered why I don’t like to visit Wei Jang. We were met by the undead honor guard, the ancient order of the Hatnaphust Amenkhotep Hoktemoks.
Yes, I know, their name is ridiculous, but so is having a city whose leadership includes a sphinx and a lich.
We encountered the mighty guardian of the city, and I used the power of the dead God to speak to it with the same power in my voice that it had. I told it of our mission and what we were looking for. The guardian welcomed us to its cesspool.
From there, my companions had many opinions about where we should go and what we should do. But I warned them that in Wei Jang there are very few people that can be trusted. Except for the whores. They are honest, hard-working women who respect each other’s trade. With that knowledge I suggested that we travel to the House of Earthly Delights.
When we arrived at the House, I immediately purchased the nicest room in the establishment and paid for a room for our serpent companion. He has proven himself trustworthy and earned it. My companions gathered in the room to plan and discuss our next move, but I was not waiting. The bath beckoned and I answered the call.
After the planning was done, Inara stayed behind for a moment to speak to me. What happened after that is a story for another time. All I can say is that the impeccable beauty of Elves is matched only by their mastery of the arcane and their physical flexibility.
When she fell into my arms at the end of the night, the scent of her black locks engulfed me like an oasis.
I would kill for her. I would die for her. Either outcome would leave me smiling knowing that on this night, I was hers and she was mine.
Red Dunes and the Light of the Sky.
the 331st era of the sands, Tuesday
The Hydra dwells in the depths of the Swamp. It sleeps for it has grown decadent. Decadent monsters are my favorite, for Kord revels in the destruction of those whose hubris blinds them. 5 heads or 500 heads, it matters not; Bukalkhan does not discriminate.
For now, the Hydra must wait, we crossed into the lands inhabited by the weakling eaters of men. They are weak. They placed their faith in a false prophetess who worshiped false Gods. Scores of them fell to the spirits of my ancestors...
and my ancestors reveled in it.
The skies looked fondly on the wanton slaughter my companions wrought upon those cannibals. Their souls, having been dedicated to their false god, coalesced into the form of an outsider . He too was weak. The beast was rank with the magic of pestilence and decay, its very breath brought sickness down upon us. A valid strategy, if not for the fact that any among my companions can fight with the strength of ten men even when stricken by plague and exhaustion.
We were accompanied by Arslan, another man of Kord who has been my friend for many decades. It was he who accompanied me when we traveled to the red dunes of Sharath'kar 20 years ago. It was there that we were beset by the servants of the sorcerer king Tenehgrus. Scores of serpents fell upon us in those Dunes. It was a good day. As the sun set over the red sands, their dead were beyond the count of any but the sky itself.
When the rays of the sun gave way to the moon's embrace, Tenehgrus revealed himself. A titan of a serpent, he strode across the red dunes with his mighty spear in one hand and the dark elemental powers of the old kingdom in the other. For six days and six nights we fought the beast. The dunes became our colosseum and all manner of beasts came to bear witness to the battle. Finally, as the dawn came on the 7th day, Arslan called upon the divine strength of Kord and smote the serpent's ruin upon the sands, its black blood stained the red sand in the most beautiful of displays, and the sky was content. The beasts of the dunes cowered in our path as we walked to the nearest town.
Alas, it seems I have lost myself in tale again, I am growing to like this "journaling" that Inara suggested to me. It is a way for me to remember my long life and tell my deepest thoughts to something other than my ancestors in the great blue sky. As I write this we are traveling in the cart of Bekir. Bekir and I have a fruitful history. He is a coward who enjoys the taste of food and drink. He brings business and coin my way, I make sure he survives another night across the sands. He will take us to Alfared where we will deal with the would be tyrants that have come to inhabit that once proud village.
I hope soon that we will leave this island and return to the sands of my home. The sands there are ancient and beautiful. They are serene, they bring joy to my eyes in a way that only the sky can do. Or rather, could do. Lately I find my eyes wandering more and more towards Inara. It is a distraction that I welcome in these times, for she reminds me of the sky. The sky is bright, beautiful, yet always distant. An eternal sea of blue that gives way to the light of the stars. It brings hope. It is the same light that I have seen in her Fey eyes.
Alas, thoughts for another time.
For now I must sleep.
Grimaldusyn tukhai ülger
the 331st era of the sands.
Ekhnii nasand. Ekhnii tulaand. Süüder ankh urtassan üyed. Neg ni zogsoj baiv. Tal nutgiin gald khuuramchaar üildej, ükhsen burkhanaar toslogdson. Ter avarga baisan bögööd tüüniig Grimaldus gedeg baiv.
Elf nadad urialj baina. Tüünii goo üzesgelen ni tengeriinkhtei örsölddög. Bi khezee ch Inara shig iim zurag kharj baigaagüi.
Zaviny akhmad bol khulchgar yum. Bi tüüniig Bukalkantai khamt alakhyg khüssen yum. Gekhdee minii khamtragchid tend baisan tul bi gartaa üldsen.
Bid yamar negen khilentsiin dairaltad örtsön khayagdsan zagaschny tosgond gazardlaa. Ter shönö bid nyalkh khüükhed teversen nütsgen ertei taarlaa. Bi tüünii ekhneriig alsan gej bodoj baina. Bi ter khünd itgedeggüi baisan. Gekhdee nyalkh khüü ene khüch chadlyg delkhii yertöntsöd sanal bolgokh gaviyaatai bolomj baisan. Tiimees bi khüükhdiig ükhsen burkhny khücheer adisalj, tsöliin süüdert toslov. Tüünii nuruun deer bi Kordyn ayangyn sambaryg khiiv. Ter khezee negen tsagt songoson khümüüsiinkhee dund avarga bolno.
Dyekar sul doroi eriin ekhneriig orshuulakhyn tuld shönö untjee. Bi Dyekaryg ter gantsaarddag khün baikh gej bodoj baisan. Als dornodyn aguu agnuuryn araatnuud shig khüchirkheg, gantsaarddag. Ter shönö bi khamtragchiddaa bas negen ülger yarisan yum. Ted üünd durtai baisan. Bi bas Damiyend ülgeriig salkhiar damjuulj khelsen. Damiyen sul doroi tul tüüniig khüchtei bolno gej naidaj minii ülgeriig sonsokh yostoi.
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