Revarie
A tale of Knights, Honor, and a fall from Glory.
In an empty tavern on the edge of civilization, near the bounds of nigh-infinite wilderness and horror, sits a woman clad in heavy armor. Against the edge of the table sits a sheathed blade that dimly glows from within. The woman looks at her surroundings, noone is around, even as she takes another drink from her mug, her hair hanging against the table she is hunched over. This woman was a knight once, that much is certain by the crest upon her tabard, long since faded away. Her dark eyes stare into the half-empty mug, a single tear hitting the surface, causing ripples as she brings it up again, drinking away her sorrows, her fears. The pain is long since dulled, but she cannot forget, nor forgive.
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The year is 274 of the Fifth Age of Kings. The Dourheart family sits among many other nobles in a contect of faith, determination, and endurance for the throne of Callanhone. The ruling house is at its end, and they are taking a single noblewoman from their highest noble houses to revive the royal family. The Dourheart family sends their eldest Daughter, Vamilia Dourheart, to lay with the prince of Callanhone. The Dourheart family becomes, by that extension, a royal family by marriage. The Callanhone family does not want to share the throne. The Dourheart family, only a few weeks later, is slaughtered to the last man, woman, and child, except for one. Vamilia gives birth to a beautiful baby girl, who is then stolen from her mother as she is slaughtered like the rest of her 'tainted' family. Revarie Callanhone is born on May 22, 274 of the Fifth. She is an heiress, and has the right to rule once her father resigns from the throne.
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From the shadows, a Soothsayer comes in the dead of the night on the day after Revarie's 8th birthday. She smiles at Revarie, and introduces herself as Vamilia. Revarie never knew her mother's name. Vamilia tells Revarie that she is destined for greater in this world than ruling, and that she is destined to set the world on a path it is not ready for, but must come to walk. Revarie does not understand her words, but nods to her as the Soothsayer leaves just as mysteriously as she came. Revarie takes her time, asking her father to train in the art of martial combat as well as the studies of the book and pen. Her father obliges, getting her only the best tutors to train her in the art of swordsmanship, and training her in the use of bulkier armors while still tight-fitting to her form. She also spends time under the magical influence, as an heiress of a prodigious family, as well as one of extreme natural latent power, she excels in any magic she is given access to without fail. She learns faster than any court mage can accomplish, bringing herself to the spell level of a grand mage by the age of 14. Her swordmanship also improves, making her on-par with some of the greatest knights of her time, including her own royal guard, the best of the best. She is proud of herself, happy to live her life as a prodigy.
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Unfortunately, ruling does not come without a price. A month before her ninteenth birthday, she is sitting with her father, who is ill in bed. She comforts him, making sure that he is well-taken care of. Little did she know that assassins were on their way to make sure he did not come to revive from his sickness. In her oblivious state, the assassins break into the room and murder her father, the king, as noble houses storm the gates, attacking the throne in terror that they may end up like the Dourheart family of age past. As citizens and guards are slaughtered alike, she comes to find her father dead, moruning his loss, but staying not a moment too late as she flees the room for the armory. Within the armory she dons her battle gear, an extremely impressive set made of Magesteel Adamantium alloy, a heavy, thick cloth tougher than any metal currently found within hundreds of thousands of leagues, able to take blunt and blade alike, as well as absorb magic of any kind to fuel her own magic. Her father planned it as her gift for her 19th birthday, but it seems he won't be there to don it on her. She draws a steel longsword from the side, heading out for the stables. Seeing that the city is lost, and she has no choice, she rides out into the dark of the night.
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A woman of her status never left home much, always spending time preparing herself. The world outside is large for her, and frightening, to an extent. Little did she know how prepared she was. Her first fight was against a small tribe of goblins, of wich she slew with post haste and perhaps a bit of clumsiness. As much training as she had, experience was the true mentor. Though fighting wild beasts didn't allow her much in true swordfighting experience, she leanred quick enough how to survive in the wild by tagging along with hunters and travellers on her way away from her home nation. Soon enough, she was on the edge of Callanhone, heading into the territorial Knight-Kingdom of Garverand. Only a few hours into the land, and she ran into a set of Bandit Knights who wished to rob her of what she had. Not scared of a fight, she openly challenged them to combat, one on one. Of course, they would have none of it, going at her head on. Her armor would be the only thing that saved her from sure defeat, as it held out long enough for her to gain experience fighting with her blade against other combatands, experience she desperately needed. Once she slaughtered the bandits, she made her way towards the capital of Garverand, the City-state of Delmino. There was where she found the Soothsayer once more. They talked for some time as they shared a meal. The Soosthsayer told her that her path was now fraught with danger, and of horrors she couldn't imagine.
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A year passes. Revarie is now on the cusp of 20 years old, she has been surviving, fighting against hedge knights in this kingdom for what seems like forever to her. She has becomes a skilled combatant, skilled enough to fight some of the toughest, most skilled knights in the country. But, she would not last long. She faced a whole camp of cultist Knights, religious zealots that had fervently hunted her down for her royal bloodline, taking her prisoner as they stripped her of her armor and weapon, a fight she could not win, as she was laid upon the altar for some sick eldritch horror they wished to summon. As the knife was driven into her chest, she could only release a breath of air... And then darkness ensued. She gasped for breath in a void where there was no light, no darkness, only disparity, as she cluthed at her throat, which was bleeding thick black blood over her fingers from a slit she didn't even know was there. Even with this, she looked out to see a figure of a woman standing far beyond into some kind of room. She wasn't moving, but she could see her. Vamilia. And then she knew. Her 'mother', who brought her into this world, had only brought her in order to slay her for her twisted god. She yelled in agony and rage as black blood poured out of her mouth, and then everything went black again.
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Chaos. Pain. Destruction. The yells of agony, the screaming as the horror ransacked and destroyed entire villages, razed castles. The Abomination was a twisted, gruelling black mass of flesh and death. Revarie woke, with no clue where she was. It was still dark, but she was not bleeding. She was stuck, face to face with a man in a heavy black coat, with a glinting silver chestpiece over it. He looked at her and asked:
Do you want to save your soul? Or to save the innocents?
This was not a choice she wanted to make, but the one she had to. She broke from the bonds of death, even as her soul was ripped from her body, with agony, she became again, on the alter of her death, as cultists looked on in horror just before they were ripped apart by viscious black claws. She took her things, and headed out again. She followed the trail of destruction for a month, before she came upon the Abomination, her 'mother' trailing with it, hissing and screaming that she should not be alive. As she took up the sword, she took the blade and slice apart the writhing mass of black flesh with fervor as a heavy black flame coated her blade, cutting through flesh and bone alike upon it was obliterated. There was nothing left but a mess of black blood on the ground as she looked to the Soothsayer, villagers and Knights watching on as she slew the Soothsayer, trapping her soul inside the flaming black blade. Her sword was then engraved with a line of runes, which then spelled out a single word:
Soothslayer.
Name: Revarie 'Soothslayer' Callanhone
Age: 20
Height: Anywhere from 6'5" to an amazonian 11'3". She's cursed.
Weight: 154 to 376 Ibs.
Sex: Female
Chest: E-Cup (At least by scale.)
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