Nysoth Ixen's Story

Helen turned to the river and stared at the reflection and the got lost in it for a moment before something seemed to make her turn around. A force more powerful than magic was moving her entire body, a voice seemed to tell her that they're here. She saw one.. two.... three, no four men that seemed to be staring back at her. Before her stood two humans a knight and what seemed to be a alchemist, to her side in the distance was a dragonborn no doubt some sort of warrior, and a dark figure of a man which she never seem the likes of before.

" By the Divines your here.... it worked you answered my call" She fell to her knees quickly, in her heart she knew the her search was over, for now. " I did not know where to start my search for you and now your hear.... thanks the heavens " she says as she wipes tears off her face, not tears of sadness but of joy.

" please I need your help... all of you, a darkness has awakened and seeks the end the balance" Looking at each one of them straight in the eyes with such kindness and innocence's, at of someone who had never seem a battle or token another's life before. " you have to believe me, please your the only thing that stands in the way of evil."

Malton looks around himself when he finally comes-to out of his trance-like state that had led him up to the hill. He first took note of the figure that was standing upon said hill, taking in her clothing, ethnicity, race, and her general body language. Next, he examined the other bodies that were, much like himself, marching towards her. She, the figure on the hill, began to speak out to the small group, addressing them in a pleading manner that nearly puts her in tears, but Malton is not nearly as moved. "Whoa whoa whoa, please, slow down..." He motions downwards with both of his hands, and is slightly cringing at the whole ordeal. "Ma'am, are you sure you have the right people? I mean... From what it sounds like, some evil force is going to destroy everything, and I think you might have contacted the wrong adventurers." He points to the warrior who is now reliving some sort of personally-traumatic event; "The armored-knight fellow is a step in the right direction, but..." He points at the well-off street-thug; "He looks like he would be one of the fellows that would stab us all in the back later on over a pile of coins." Next, he points at the dragon born; "He seems like a good choice for stopping something, an evil force maybe not but a group of brigands would be a good challenge." And lastly he points to himself, "And I am just a fellow who wants to make a potion that can turn a man into solid gold... So if you believe this motley-band of misfits are going to be enough to stop an ancient evil, it better be something smaller than a horse, or we might have some troubles."

Looking around at all of the people that have been chosen he too questioned himself, and nodded his head in agreement with the alchemist

“Wouldn’t you be looking for an army? Or something more than what five people?”

He said as he shifted his weight to his other foot looking around at the others.

The Dragonborn spoke first "Although, I'm just wondering, will there be more xiekivi in the group? From what I understand, the one who stopped such problem were more than the few of us." he seemed a little to happy with what was said, like he knew it was coming or something.

Next was the alchemist spoke up and questioned her "Whoa whoa whoa, please, slow down..." He seems a bit unhappy with the hole ordeal, motioning downwards with his hands.

"Ma'am, are you sure you have the right people? I mean... From what it sounds like, some evil force is going to destroy everything, and I think you might have contacted the wrong adventurers." Now to tell her what was wrong with this group.

He first points to the warrior who is lost in his own mind "The armored-knight fellow is a step in the right direction, but..."

pointing at the well-off street-thug; "He looks like he would be one of the fellows that would stab us all in the back later on over a pile of coins."

Then, pointing at the dragon born; "He seems like a good choice for stopping something, an evil force maybe not but a group of brigands would be a good challenge."


Lastly pointing to himself "And I am just a fellow who wants to make a potion that can turn a man into solid gold... So if you believe this motley-band of misfits are going to be enough to stop an ancient evil, it better be something smaller than a horse, or we might have some troubles." He seemed to doubt himself as well.


Soon after him was the knight, he seemed to be in complete agreement his the alchemist. “Wouldn’t you be looking for an army? Or something more than what five people?”

Helen was a pit over whelmed bit all the questions but she tried to answered " To answer your question Dragonborn Sir... well I cannot say for sure, the future is or ever changing like the ripples of a pond."

" How dare you, how dare you!!" Helen balled her hand in to fists, her hole body began to shake in anger " you bring to light all the is a flaw in each of them alchemist and in yourself as well. You all have traits and abilities the are above the rest of any one in this world, the exception being the seven divine warriors themselves, But I believe that you will surpass them in every way shape and form." she tried to calm her self but her could not " The Gods themselves picked you out and that is way your here... If you where not meant to be here you would never of her my voice. " Helens eyes turned black as the void it self. " only you who hear the call are destined to stop the Evil and if you do not believe my I will go stop its blight my self because I am a part of this just as much as you are."

She turned her back to the Alchemist " I have powers and abilities to, I have my own flaws but I all was find a way to overcome them. so leave if you want." She began to cry, she turned to they would not see the tears. She really did not want them to leave but if them did not have faith in their own powers they would surly die and she did not want that to happen.

Kisa slowly walked up, now in a more motherly type of manner, "There, there. I'm sure we can figure something out. Truth be told, if the gods and goddesses chose us to defend this world. Then who am I, or anyone here to say no...?" she spoke rising and looking at the others, "I may doubt my abilities too. And trust me I do. But if we're selected to do something by them. Then who, as beings that they decided to create have the audacity to say no?" she asked again, it annoyed her to no end of how seemingly arrogant the other party members had seemed. Not knowing what was to entail for her, she accepted her fate. Though outnumbered and seemingly outclassed by the others, she was going to convince them to remain. She turned to the priestess whom was as far as she could tell, crying and smiled slightly, "I, Kisanya Mikeno, accept my fate to attempt to fend off the darkness. I also accept any consequences of my actions." she continued, looking into the Priestess' eyes. Now ignoring the other 'fools' in her mind. She was going to defend her people even if it meant her own demise.

Theodus looked at the two accept their fate and did also. Stepping forward with his swagger snapping to a regimental march he said in a voice unlike that of which was heard before

“So it is, I will fight and kill as many as possible and might die, but I’m dying one day. And I’m dying fighting.”

Looking at the other two and the rest he remained erect and thought to himself we must have been chosen for a reason.