Damian Maleck
Posilidia Harbour, Market, Rumed
Damian walked down the streets of Rumed through the market, on his way to the harbour. The guards assigned to make sure he followed through with his promise to go had left him at the city gates, by orders of King Mothias. His belongings were all stored in a large bag he carried on his back, most of them gifts from the royals of Tavaro. He personally had no real belongings to speak of except for his small emergency dagger. He looked around the city, finding it very different from the towering buildings of Drugada, all gleaming in Metilin. Besides the merchants from Tavaro, Damian was sure the only Metilin in this city was his katana, Black Mist. The powerful qualities of Metilin allowed it to be forged into a lightweight yet sharp weapon, which was why all guards and soldiers of Tavaro used it in their own weapons, mostly katana as well. Of course, his was quite special, considering his was a personal gift from King Mothias himself. All of this expensive equipment, the fine leather cloak and coat as well, led to the question.
How did a street rat and thief to boot find himself in this position?
The answer was simple. After exposing treason in the nobles of Tavaro using his particular talents, the King offered him a deal. If he used his incredible speed and reaction time for all of Edàin, he would have his crimes pardoned, and be offered enough rewards to get him out of life on the street and be able to live comfortably his whole life. While Damian enjoyed his little profession, it had too many occupational hazards to warrant further puruit of it, so he took the deal.
While thinking on these things, he noticed a young boy with some food, obviously stolen, running from a number of guards. Showing sympathy to a fellow street rat, he "accidentally" knocked over a number of barrels on top of the guards, breaking the chase. "OH, I'm sorry!" he said with obvious sarcasm. "I really should watch where I'm going!" Damian, with his hightened awareness, saw the guard reach for his sword. To nip this in the bud, Damian rapidly drew his own katana first, adding "I don't think so. You wouldn't want to harm the champion of Tavaro, would you?" The entire market went quiet as he gave his evidence, the Tavaro sigil that clearly marked him as such. The guards backed off, signally buisness to return to usual. Damian slipped into the ally, and found the boy hiding behind a crate. Damian tossed him a small purse of money, saying "Find some place to stay for the night. A word of advice as well: don't steal from someone you can't out run." With that, he left the wide eyed youth.
Damian finally approached the meeting spot. He was a bit on edge, as he already knew he would now be dealing with a different world then what he was used to: the world of nobles. In general, Damian didn't trust nobles. The only one to break this trend was King Mothias, who Damian now considered a friend. All others, as far as he was concerned, were corrupt up to their ears. However, Mothias told Damian early on that most of the other champions would be of nobility, and thus warned him to watch his toungue. This was something Damian already knew. On the street, there were plenty of people whom he didn't like, but had been forced to work with, so he knew first hand this was possible. So long as he didn't say anything stupid, that is.
He arrived at the meeting spot to find an armoured warrior waiting for him. The style and worth clearly indicated a noble. It looked like his fears were right on the mark. Not one to back done at the begining of a great enterprise, Damian took a deep breath, and approached. It seemed that the man was praying, something Damian hadn't done in a long time. He used to be a religous man, but that was a long time ago, before he and the Progenitor had a slight "disagreement". Wanting to get introductions over with quickly, he said "I hate to break your little prayer there, but the Progenitor isn't the one fighting the Scion. We are. I'm Damian Maleck, champion of Tavaro."