Post by frobones on Jul 26, 2009 20:23:05 GMT -8
The Exploits of Khita Ravenchild
The night air was brisk and the moon was full, with not a cloud in the sky. Khita, the star of this story, stood perched on the rooftops of the city of Hold, overlooking the market district. Deep in thought, he prepared himself for his last task of the day; his skill as a marksman was being put to the test yet again. As shooting is the only thing he has ever known, he has come to make a living for himself by taking contract jobs.
A chime heard off in the distance broke Khita from his trance-like state, almost as if to signal the beginning of his job as his mark was about to approach the target area. This job was rather special as the pay was quite substantial, more than Khita was accustomed.
As he loaded a self-crafted alchemical round into his Galewind, Khita reminisced on how he acquired this rather unique weapon. On the continent of Pangaea, nestled in the Voradin Mountains, was an arcane institute known as the Sun’s Solarity. This institution was specialized and dedicated to the study of creatures in the Elemental Chaos. They would contract adventures to venture into the plane of the primodials and capture the elemental entities. Most heroes failed at the task, as capturing a being with the power to shape worlds was nigh-impossible. However, Khita, through his connections with the underworld, heard wind of a rumor that the institute had finally succeeded in acquiring an elemental specimen.
Intrigued by this information, as Khita always had a fascination with arcane matters, he decided to investigate. Khita determined that the surest way of learning the truth behind this rumor would be to infiltrate the ranks of the Sun’s Solarity. Khita immediately began to forge formal documents, manufacture a disguise and fabricate a solid story that was guaranteed to get him accepted into the institution.
Only a few weeks after assimilating into the institution, Khita learned that they did indeed acquire an elemental, a Windstriker to be precise. Furthermore, they managed to fuse the elemental’s lifespark into a weapon they referred to as the Galewind. This weapon fired bolt ammunition, but it did not use tension like a crossbow to propel the ammunition. Instead, it was launched by a concentrated burst of gale-force wind from the infused elemental.
Khita was determined to steal this weapon for himself, as with it his marksman skills would surpass comprehension. Although Khita had successfully blended into the institution, he did not have access to the sector where the weapon was held. So, drawing upon his expertise in infiltration, Khita managed to bypass security systems and arcane guardians; finally reaching his prize. Just as quick and easily he had entered, he left without a trace with a new toy in hand.
Now, coming back to the moonlight night in which this story began, with the Galewind loaded, Khita was ready to execute the job. He stood ever vigilant with his watchful eye down the crosshair, waiting for his mark to come into sight. Raquel, Khita’s familiar and companion, nibbled on her hat as she always did in anticipation of a round being fired.
Like clockwork, a rather well-dressed man carrying an object covered in cloth came into view. As he takes a glance behind him as if to see if anyone was watching, he placed the package onto conspicuously empty market stand. With the coast clear, the well dressed man began to stroll away.
Before he could get very far, Khita lightly tapped the trigger of his Galewind, signaling to the Windstriker elemental to launch a round. As the bolt traveled through the air, a slight whistle could be heard as it cleanly sliced through the still night air. As the bolt reached its mark 100 yards away, it tore through the fine cloth and penetrated the skin. As the round launched out the exit wound, a spout of pink mist could be seen from Khita’s crosshair. The target keeled over and fell to the ground. A small gasp could be heard on the ground; Khita had been seen.
Then, after a few seconds of silence, the first applause could be heard. The rather well-dressed man ran over to the cart and uncovered the mark Khita shot. From 300 feet away, he had struck the bull's-eye marked cloth that covered the watermelon. The applause erupted into an explosion of cheers as the crowd riled around Khita's tremendous feat
Khita was crowned 1st place champion of the 32nd annual Pangaea Marksman’s Festival; at the tender age of 16, he was the youngest contestant to win. He was awarded 5,000 gold, along with a championship belt commemorating his excellent feats of marksmanship. Khita had just taken one of many steps necessary to achieve his goal: to have his name known throughout the world. Surely this contest was a solid start, even if only for the continent of Pangaea. But who can recall the 31st champion of Pangaea… or the 30th? One can forget about recalling the very 1st champion.
Khita needed to raise the bar, winning friendly competitions isn’t the way to get your name on the lips of everyone in world. Feats of courage, bravery, and selfless acts are what achieve that effect. But, even though the outcome of these acts can benefit the world, does one truly get rewarded if their ulterior motive is for personal prestige? The answer lies in wait as we embark on this story about a boy name Khita Ravenchild, barely considered a man by society, and his efforts to make his name world famous…
His journey begins when he receives a letter shortly after his victory at the Marksman’s Festival. The letter was from an Oracle located in the City of Fallcrest, calling all “Heroes of Old”. Khita, seeing this as a grand opportunity to raise the bar, accepts the summons. Mounted atop his trusted mare that he raised from a filly, named the “Blushing Outlaw”, Khita departs for the City of Fallcrest.
Image of Khita:
Image of Raquel:
The night air was brisk and the moon was full, with not a cloud in the sky. Khita, the star of this story, stood perched on the rooftops of the city of Hold, overlooking the market district. Deep in thought, he prepared himself for his last task of the day; his skill as a marksman was being put to the test yet again. As shooting is the only thing he has ever known, he has come to make a living for himself by taking contract jobs.
A chime heard off in the distance broke Khita from his trance-like state, almost as if to signal the beginning of his job as his mark was about to approach the target area. This job was rather special as the pay was quite substantial, more than Khita was accustomed.
As he loaded a self-crafted alchemical round into his Galewind, Khita reminisced on how he acquired this rather unique weapon. On the continent of Pangaea, nestled in the Voradin Mountains, was an arcane institute known as the Sun’s Solarity. This institution was specialized and dedicated to the study of creatures in the Elemental Chaos. They would contract adventures to venture into the plane of the primodials and capture the elemental entities. Most heroes failed at the task, as capturing a being with the power to shape worlds was nigh-impossible. However, Khita, through his connections with the underworld, heard wind of a rumor that the institute had finally succeeded in acquiring an elemental specimen.
Intrigued by this information, as Khita always had a fascination with arcane matters, he decided to investigate. Khita determined that the surest way of learning the truth behind this rumor would be to infiltrate the ranks of the Sun’s Solarity. Khita immediately began to forge formal documents, manufacture a disguise and fabricate a solid story that was guaranteed to get him accepted into the institution.
Only a few weeks after assimilating into the institution, Khita learned that they did indeed acquire an elemental, a Windstriker to be precise. Furthermore, they managed to fuse the elemental’s lifespark into a weapon they referred to as the Galewind. This weapon fired bolt ammunition, but it did not use tension like a crossbow to propel the ammunition. Instead, it was launched by a concentrated burst of gale-force wind from the infused elemental.
Khita was determined to steal this weapon for himself, as with it his marksman skills would surpass comprehension. Although Khita had successfully blended into the institution, he did not have access to the sector where the weapon was held. So, drawing upon his expertise in infiltration, Khita managed to bypass security systems and arcane guardians; finally reaching his prize. Just as quick and easily he had entered, he left without a trace with a new toy in hand.
Now, coming back to the moonlight night in which this story began, with the Galewind loaded, Khita was ready to execute the job. He stood ever vigilant with his watchful eye down the crosshair, waiting for his mark to come into sight. Raquel, Khita’s familiar and companion, nibbled on her hat as she always did in anticipation of a round being fired.
Like clockwork, a rather well-dressed man carrying an object covered in cloth came into view. As he takes a glance behind him as if to see if anyone was watching, he placed the package onto conspicuously empty market stand. With the coast clear, the well dressed man began to stroll away.
Before he could get very far, Khita lightly tapped the trigger of his Galewind, signaling to the Windstriker elemental to launch a round. As the bolt traveled through the air, a slight whistle could be heard as it cleanly sliced through the still night air. As the bolt reached its mark 100 yards away, it tore through the fine cloth and penetrated the skin. As the round launched out the exit wound, a spout of pink mist could be seen from Khita’s crosshair. The target keeled over and fell to the ground. A small gasp could be heard on the ground; Khita had been seen.
Then, after a few seconds of silence, the first applause could be heard. The rather well-dressed man ran over to the cart and uncovered the mark Khita shot. From 300 feet away, he had struck the bull's-eye marked cloth that covered the watermelon. The applause erupted into an explosion of cheers as the crowd riled around Khita's tremendous feat
Khita was crowned 1st place champion of the 32nd annual Pangaea Marksman’s Festival; at the tender age of 16, he was the youngest contestant to win. He was awarded 5,000 gold, along with a championship belt commemorating his excellent feats of marksmanship. Khita had just taken one of many steps necessary to achieve his goal: to have his name known throughout the world. Surely this contest was a solid start, even if only for the continent of Pangaea. But who can recall the 31st champion of Pangaea… or the 30th? One can forget about recalling the very 1st champion.
Khita needed to raise the bar, winning friendly competitions isn’t the way to get your name on the lips of everyone in world. Feats of courage, bravery, and selfless acts are what achieve that effect. But, even though the outcome of these acts can benefit the world, does one truly get rewarded if their ulterior motive is for personal prestige? The answer lies in wait as we embark on this story about a boy name Khita Ravenchild, barely considered a man by society, and his efforts to make his name world famous…
His journey begins when he receives a letter shortly after his victory at the Marksman’s Festival. The letter was from an Oracle located in the City of Fallcrest, calling all “Heroes of Old”. Khita, seeing this as a grand opportunity to raise the bar, accepts the summons. Mounted atop his trusted mare that he raised from a filly, named the “Blushing Outlaw”, Khita departs for the City of Fallcrest.
Image of Khita:
Image of Raquel:
