Fenrir Greyback, Inquisitor of cheliax, worshiper of Dagon

[luciandeathbringer]

Years it has been since the night and the winter cold.....
Years it has been since the blood, sweat and chains....
Years it has been since young Fenrir Greyback was freed from the injustice and cruelty of slavery. Rescued as a slave, raised to be a fisherman. Fenrir was contented with life. Being a non-humanoid creature, less a Tiefling was a challange in itself. But Fenrir survived....How could he not? years it has been since that night , that night where a voice called out to him in the night, the voice that led him to freedom.....the voice that marked him for life, in mind, in body and in soul. Marked he was with strange symbols he did not know of, but found great security and warmth in it.But a easy life was not what he wanted and it was years later that he discovered his life was of greater purpose......

Life was good and passed without much occurance.Fenrir was out at sea retrieving his catch for the day. He spots a looming figure under the water. Curious at the prospect of having even bigger catch, he eagerly grabs his favoured trident in hand. Saying a prayer to the demon lord , Dagon, before breaching the watery depths. Fenrir searched as best as he could but found no trace of this figure. Just as he was about to end his search, the underwater currents spiral around him aggrasively, creating a whirlpool of fluids. Fenrir tried to swim away but something in his head told him to stay. As if on cue, a long slick tongue stretches out and grasp his leg. It pulls him further and futher in to the deep abyss.....
When Fenrir came too, he found himself in an unfirmilliar cave.
"step into the water" a voice called out to him.
Fenrir abided. Almost instantly he was pulled under by a mysterious force. But he did not struggle.

He prayed...

And he prayed....

As if his prayers were answered , there before him was a humongous tail fin. All fenrir could do was marvel at the size of it. That was until he noticed two abnormally large red eyes watching him curiously. Fenrir dropped to his knees on the sea bed and bowed his head in respect.

"Lord Dagon"

"Rise Fenrir"

and so he did

"long it has been since i have recieved prayers from an inland creature, less a tiefling"

"all my life i have been devout to your teachings and have long to serve as your servant"

"Servant?"

"I have no use for servants"

"only brave and cunning souls who would swear service and loyalty in my name and do as i ask"

"My lord?"

"you are no servant Fenrir...Born and raised in cheliax the Kingdom of Devils.....yet you swear loyalty to me? a Demon Lord....I have sensed your presence since the day you were brought to this world....you who would shake the very foundations laid upon devils and demons....you who would go forth in my name and cheliax.....you who would merge the two worlds together....you who would be devil in body but demon in soul.....yes.....that is your true purpose...."

"Will you serve me?.....swear loyalty to me?....and be my champion upon the in land planes?....will you give your mind, your body and your soul to me? to go even further than anyother champion of mine.....and be my hand of justice and chaos?"

"I swear loyalty to you Lord Dagon, i sacrifice my mind, my body and my soul to you. I will be your unholly champion and will cary your mark and infulence the world above. I will bring forth the might of the Abyss and smite your enemies, for your enemies are my enemies!!"

An unholly and dark aura surround Fenrir as he cut his palm and pressed his bloodied flesh agaisnt the hard scales of Dagon. His trident appears at his side, but it looks older, feels colder, and feels like a lifetime of combat experience with it flows through his body into his soul.

" Then rise my champion!, RISE AND BRING CHAOS IN MY NAME!!"

Almost instantly Fenrir is blasted upwards through the 89 levels of the Abyss. Fenrir could only feel power course through his veins as he literally flew through currents and swarms of sea creatures. Fenrir could no longer resist it, he let out a scream of pain as power threatened to burst out of his body. Just as he saw the light of day above him, he blacked out.....

"Hey wake up!!"

Fenrir heard a voice say to him

"Hey are you alright??"

Fenrir opened his eyes , to only be met by those of a imp

"what happened? where am i?"

"I found you uncoucious laying here, thought you were dead"

it was then that Fenrir felt a burn in his chest. Looking down he saw markings, upon closer inspection they appeared to be words.

For there to be life there must be death
For there to be good there must be evil
For there to be peace there must be Chaos

As soon as Fenrir complted reading it , the words dissapered in his flesh leaving behind the wark of Dagon.

"We have observed you for a long time, you have felt the pains of slavery and have paid blood fo it. Yet you endure in such a vile world...My mistress sends an invitation for you to join the ranks of the Buring Legion of Cheliax. will you accept?"

".....Take me to your mistress...."



Inquisitor of cheliax Lv 3
Exp 33%

Str-18
Dex-11
Con-13
Int-11
Wis-14
Cha-10

AC-25
HP-25

Bluff-4
Diplo-6
Disguise-6
Intimidate-8
K(P)-6
Perception-8
Sensemotive-8
Spellcraft-5

Language-Common, Infernal, Abysmml








 

[Daryl Kong]

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes my Lord, our investigations are thorough. Inquisitor Fenrir is..."

"Enough. Speak of this to no one."

Anferno keeps the letter and stands up from his desk as the spy exits the room. Anferno picks and holds up a glowing black/red misty crystal ball and scry into it...whispers and thoughts are exchanged.

"As you wish my Lord, I will keep an eye on him."

[luciandeathbringer]

"Fenrir..."

"My lord?"

"Grave danger and hardship block you path to doing my bidding..."

"What is this obsticle? i will smite it in your name!!"

"No...not what ....who....there is one, he revels in power but i cant say who or what this figure is....Be safe champion....Bring chaos upon my name"

"In you name my lord"

Fenrir exits out of his trance stage of meditaion. He dones his armor and exits his quarters, Eager to serve the empire and His master.

[luciandeathbringer]

Several months have passed since Fenrir's entry into pathfinder school. The school was filled with weaklings ,but there were a handful that caught his eye. Fighters, Barbarians , all aspiring for the one thing, pathfinder hood. It is said that there was a test to weed out the week and test outvote strong.

A golden chain securely holds a golden fist dangling in mid air. Everyday it is a ritual for young pathfinders to admire this trinket for a period of time. Uphold justice with a golden fist, never budge to the cruel ways. What most didn't know was that the justice filled ways arnt always the right or effective way.

Fenrir was on his way back from a mission he was assigned to in Absalom. As per usual most of the local folk either ignored him or scattered away to clear a path.

Sigh......"I hate drawing attention to myself" but how could he not? Clad in full Hellknight plate armor , the massive collosol of a tiefling walked like a tank and breathed like a slumbering bear. Sneaking and infiltration was never his style , but he was mostly quiet and reserved , only filled with rage whenever he was doing Dagon's bidding.

Pride.

He felt proud. Not about his accomplishments , but about how he had served his master, he was the iron fist that purged all who stood in his masters path, and was the warm flame that welcomes all into his preachings.

As he made his way down the obviously cleared path , he caught side of a pair of eyes starring at him. Looking up he saw nothing . Not a single soul was in sight , the air was calm , the birds were quiet, it was as if the world stopped.

A flash of pink slowly drifted down . Followed by more shades of pink floating peacefully in the air. There was only one flower that he knew of that was this shade of pink....

Sakura...

Fenrir let a small rare smile cross his lips, peaceful death. How he longed for one such as that. He chuckled and reached his hand forward , letting a petal land on his palm.

Sakura...

It was unlike Fenrir to be seen in the company of a women, but something about her just drawed him closer. The danger!
The thrill of death!
Oh he had seen it many times before. Sakura scared him, in such a deadly beautiful way he enjoyed the sensation.

Sakura....

He remembers am cold young girl about his age arriving on the shores of this human infested world...he remembers how they huddled together in cages of slavery , how her eyes filled with death and coldness. How she quietly cried herself to sleep . How she was taken away to become a warrior in service to cheliax.

Sakura...

Sakura Kazer....the beautiful shade of pink stained red with the blood of her enemies, no longer the frail young girl he cared for in slavery.

Sakura...he remembers her well....but did she remember him?

[Daryl Kong]

The Minkai (Japanese) girl approaches, cladded with full plate armor tailored just for her. She moved with grace, adding beauty to the armor that is forever intimidating, the Hellknight Armor.

"Fenrir... I've heard of your recent mission. Acid splash on an imp? Hahaha...."
She covers her mouth as she laughs.

"You should read up more about the infernal ones, my friend. I'll catch you later..."

[luciandeathbringer]

Fenrir couldn't keep the wide smile and mild blush off his face.

My friend....

Fenrir felt a stray tear roll down his cheeks.
"She remembers...."
That was all he said before trudging up the path in the direction where Sakura went, keen on embracing an old friend , perhaps his only.

He finds her sitting under a tree , leaning agaisnt the bark . Her eyes are closed , but he knows ,she is aware of his presence.
He walks up beside her
"Fight me...."
He draws his trident as the whisper left his lips.He calls to her eager to embrace an old friend . Unknown to him his mark of Dagon is glowing , responding excitedly to its masters excitement..
"Fight me...."

[luciandeathbringer]

Fenrir felt exhausted....
He lay in the garden of the pathfinders lodge facing the vast open sea. It was a rare sight to see him without his helmet to cover his face, but today he felt no need for such security. Donned only in leather pants and a black cloak covering the rest of his body. He looked intimidating with his trident in his arm but if one were to look closely , they would have noticed dried blood in his knuckles and a faint stench of garbage surrounding him.
Knuckle bruises and fresh cuts , a fitting punishment for himself.
Almost falling in battle , the inquisitor once prided himself for being the unholy shield in battle. His wounds were not severe but his pride is wounded.

Never again....never again shall he look weak in front of his comrades. Never again shall he feel useless in a fight. Training..... That was the only word on his mind, train harder , train faster , train deadlier, pushing himself to the limits and beyond.

Fenrir was exhausted....he is exhausted.
Sleep his mind called to him, and he agreed , rest sounded good .

As his eyes closed and his mind tuned out the crashes of waves. , his mind slowly drifts of to a rather firmilliar girl....




Inquisitor lv4
AC:27
Hp:32

Quest: the devil we know 4
Location: Cassomir
Special: first battle spent several rounds tanking a earth elemental( success, no damage taken)
On the way to second battle, attempted to jump across a drain of garbage bags(failed)
Second battle , surprised attack in a narrow hallway by a ghast, immediately paralyzed for 2 rounds (sick and puking everywhere .
2 rounds ltr( paralyzed again for another 3. Rounds)
After 3 rounds combat ended

[Daryl Kong]

As the Inquisitor Fenrir walks through the halls of Citadel Enferac for his initiation into the Hellknight Order of the Gate, he fails to notice a black eagle suddenly swooping down towards him from the side.

Fenrir notices the burst of energy and sound too late as the black eagles transforms into the fearsome Hellknight Inquisitor Anferno, who lands swiftly and bull rushes Fenrir into a concealed pit several feet away.

"Fenrir, you have risen up fast indeed. No doubt by the aid of ...demons. But tell me, Fenrir... Do you master your chaotic powers... or do they control you?", Anferno questions as he feather falls down, drawing his weapon and shield, ready to judge.

[luciandeathbringer]

Fenrir falls aimlessly through the pit, the only thing that seemed to catch his attention were the words" demon" and "control or chaotic powers...."

Fenrir snapped out his trident , using the shaft to swiftly push of the recently bloodied ground, distancing himself from the famed hellknight. There was no need for words as Fenrir drew his Tower shield.

"My lord, give me strength"

A deadly sickly blue aura clouded Fenrir's armor and weapon as these words were whispered. The aura grew as the ground shook and dust fell. All around the stone pit rumbled as Fenrir's powers grew. Finally as if Dagon had answered his prayers , the blue energy wrapped around Fenrir and entered his body , engulfing the pit in ominous blue light.

Anferno could no longer see the blue hue that once surrounded the Armiger inquisitor. But even he noticed the change in the atmosphere.

Fenrir's eyes glowed blue as he surged forward , pouncing off a wall , gaining the much needed high advantage, while bringing his trident down in a deadly arc of death. Anferno merely brought up his weapon to block. , but he had underestimated Fenrir's power. He swiftly clutched his weapon firmer as trident met blade in a tug of power. Fenrir's trident hummed with excitement ,and struck Anferno's blade relentlessly.

Sparks flew as the battle raged on, seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours , neither opponent backed down, neither of them grew tired. For Fenrir it was a life times experience,never before had he fought so hard for something ,never before had he faced an enemy as deadly and experienced as Anferno and enjoyed the possibility of death. But he knew death wasn't an option, he had travelled to far, trained too hard to fall now. He had braved the climb to citadel Enferac and battled through the hordes of demons just to get here, and he will not fall. Fenrir felt immense strength rush through his body as he continued his volley of attacks. Fenrir saw his chance approaching. He feinted a strike to the right but expertly spun on the spot driving the prongs of his trident I between Anferno's blade. Fenrir locked the blade in place and with a great twist , disarmed the mighty warrior of his blade. Fenrir quickly capitalized on this, a quick shield bash to the skull of Anferno followed by driving the prongs of his trident forward, catching Anferno's neck In between the prongs and driving it into the wall behind, effectively trapping the great hellknight.

Fenrir did not wait for permission , but he swiftly drew back his trident and with a respectful bow , climbed out of the pit and continued his journey onwards to the gates awaiting his initiation.

[luciandeathbringer]

A vessel floated out at sea, wondering aimlessly, rocking from side to side. This vessel was no ordinary vessel ,thick firm wood and rough boards lined the boats hull , smooth planks of timber decorated the floor boards . Fine carvings stretch across the hull of the fine beauty . To the untrained eye, theese carvings look like any other fancy carvings, but one only look closer to see the truth hidden right before their eyes. Large monstrosities decorate the boats hull but none more prominent than the large carving of a fish . But this was no ordinary fish. This was the monster if the seas , the terror that haunts every sailors minds , the beast that sinks all who crosses it.

The DevilFish.

And so it was built. The DevilFish. A ship that would terrorize the seas with an iron fist , decorated with a bronze head of a DevilFish , tall sails lining the mighty beauty, the proud flag of Cheliax flying high and proud.

Yes this ship would be like no other, this ship would turn legend and with her captain , Hellknight inquisitor Fenrir Greyback, they will dawn a new era of sea adventuring and in the process bring the mighty cheliax along, spreading her greatness.

[vainadaite]

As Sakura's BFF, my tiefling automatically disapproves of this Failrir fella. She heard that he took of his armor to try and cross a crack in the floor. #notimpressed

[Daryl Kong]

Oct 10, 2013 3:03:00 GMT 8 vainadaite said:

As Sakura's BFF, my tiefling automatically disapproves of this Failrir fella. She heard that he took of his armor to try and cross a crack in the floor. #notimpressed

Sakura agrees. When one puts themselves into the Hellknight Armor, they need to respect it! Like a samurai and his katana, a cleric and her symbol, a wizard and his spellbook or a druid and her animal companion.

In that encounter with the crack in the floor, Sakura did not take off her armor. She fought until she went down, while the armor itself was still standing! Failrir needs moar discerplinzz!

[luciandeathbringer]

Reply to the previous two comments in how Febrir has disgraced himself.

Fenrir does not look fazed, he gets on his knees infrint of the orders council.
"I have disgraced my armor and my honor and pride has been injured. I will not beg for forgiveness for I shall accept my punishment in full and will never again take of my armor, I shall now spend every waking moment of my life serving the order with honor and pride. Please proceed to pass judgement on me now."

[Daryl Kong]

And so the judgement was passed... Fenrir was to never remove his Hellknight Armor again.

The Hellknight Inquisitor was taken to the furnance beneath Citadel Enferac and placed in the chamber's center.
He was chained, locked firmly into place. Signifers then entered the room and surrounded Fenrir. They started chanting, the ritual had begun. The ground and walls cracked as hellfire slipped through slowly at first and started to pour in. Fenrir was getting burned alive but his Tiefling heritage kept him safe.

It was a slow and cruel process but in the end, Fenrir's armor is now melded to his skin. He can never take it off.

[luciandeathbringer]

Sizzling hot metal, melted and burnt skin.....
That was all he could see , that was all he could smell. Armor and body now bonded as one. Tied together by blood , magic and fire from the darkest pits.

Fenrir slowly pulled himself up, only to be doused with what seemed to be cold water. Steam rose from the holes in his armor and mist started forming around him.

Fenrir slowly made his way back up the several steps of redemption. He soon found his way back to the main hall. It was lightly lit and packed with different creatures and fellow Hellknights.

All eyes were on him immediately, most creatures snarled at him , while others murmured among themselves. Fellow Hellknight brothers and sisters gave him nods and welcomed him back.

Fenrir was almost at the end of the hall when he felt a tingling sensation crawl up his back.

" Look at this pitiful excuse for a Hellknight...., maimed by your very brothers, and now you walk away with your tail I between your legs, truly Pitifull!"

Fenrir did not react to this at first, but slowly he turned back to the voice and approached it. Before him was a 6ft tall and very heavily muscled Aasimar. He gave Fenrir a smug look and attempted to use his height to his advantage, spreading his collosol wings and pouring more energy into his golden halo.

"What are you looking at puny Hellknight......."

Fenrir swiftly drew his trident and embedded the prongs into a nearby wall, successfully trapping the stunned Aasimar. The Aasmiar tried to rerelease at first but he was stunned by the immense look of death in Fenrir's eyes. He suddenly felt his mind drifting off and into another time lapse. The Aassimar, saw his future being crushed burnt and the walls of time crumble upon the weak barriers of his mind.

Outside in the real world, the Aasimar's body continued to spasm while foam rises from his mouth. Fenrir took a step back and proceeded to retrieve his trident. As he walked away, the body of the Aasimar slowly burnt in the mysterious flames, leaving behind a pile of ashes.