Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
Damion is a lad that stands around 5' 10. He has a shaved head, which means that you can see his piercing green eyes, that in the right light look like hunks of a jade sphere. He wears the customary brown robe of the church and has a cross around his neck. Due to the robe you can't see that he has a slight muscular look about him.
Damion carries himself with an air that seems like he's on some kind of personal quest that only he can complete. In his eyes you can see that he has a constant fear of something and he doesn't want to share it with anyone. Damion is a patient man, who is willing to listen to reason and logic, rather than emotion and blindness. He is also very spiritual, he often prays for answers. He only received an answer twice.
Damion carries his fathers crucifix. It is made out of a rare type of tree, seen only in a far away place. His father had gotten it from his father. Damion also carries a leather bound bible that the Church game him. Damion also carries a dagger that his mentor gave him when he was sent out to become the pastor of the town of Fallenwood. It is a simple dagger, iron blade and leather is wrapped around the hilt. A small crucifix is hanging from the ball of the hilt.
Damion had been sent off to become a knight just like his father. He had gone off with high hopes of killing bad guys and becoming famous, though that soon changed when he was about his third year of training. He had witness his master killing an innocent. Damion had ran off to the church and prayed for what to do. He soon got his answer. When he told his parents that he was joining the Church, his mother was pleased that she didn't have to worry about her son dying on some battlefield. Damions' father took it harshly, he disowned him and told him never to come home again. He trained to become a pastor and to preach the word of God everywhere. When the plague came His mentor had sent him to Fallenwood to give the people hope and that God still loved them. When he got there he was greeted by only one thing and it wasn't with open arms. Damion used his dagger and fought of the abomination.
Damion was asleep when he had heard the shouting, and the neighing. It was a long day before that, he sighed as he got up and put on his robe. Him being the holy man of the town, one of Damions jobs was to ensure that all bodies were taken care of and prayed before they burned them. It had been a long day before the night had approached. He remembered what had transpired like it had just happened. The smell, the sights, and the sounds.
"Sir, another man requires your attention." Damions' helper said to him. Damion was kneeling over a sick man giving him his last rites and easing his pain. The smell was terrible. It was like somebody had curdled milk and smashed a rotten egg in the same room. He crossed himself and brought out his dagger. 'Forgive me Father for this act of murder, for this act of murder is in mercy and not in anger. Forgive me for that of what I am about to do to another one of your children. Allow me to pass through your gates and be with You and Your Son who has died for your sins. I beg the to Forgive me,' Damion prayed before he sunk his blade into the mans heart effectively killing him without much pain. The room was now filled the with the copper smell of blood. He wiped the blade on the sheet next to the man and got up The family of the man walked up to Damion and offered him coin. He just shook his head and refused, "This is a free service. I'm committing no sin here and as such I will not take money for it. It pains me to watch others suffer."
"Now where is this man? I must tend to him." Damion said putting the blade back into its resting place. His helper looked away from the Priest, and told him to follow him. Damion nodded and walked after the boy. It was a shame to have somebody so young to experience something so tragic. When Damion had reached the new patient, the smell was exactly the same. As was the seen. The man was in the late stages of the Plague. He was about to go, and the man didn't want to become one of them. Damion just nodded his head and began the reading of the last rites of the infected.
Damion stepped out of the church with a lantern and his dagger at the ready. It wasn't a short sword he had trained with, but it worked. He started walking out slowly and delibeartly trying not to draw attention to himself. He really didn't want to be out right now, and there was no real reason except for his curious nature. For the next couple of minutes he walked slowly and soon saw a campfire a couple of hundred yards away. The fire was acting like a beacon in the darkness like his lantern. As he neared the fire he saw clear foot prints of what would be a couple of men and a horse. He followed the footprints to 2 men, a woman, and a young girl. He ran up holding his lantern. It was clear who he was due to the fact that he had his robes on and the cross around his neck.
Johanne gulped and lowered her weapon. Her breaths came uneasily and she advanced towards the small group. Her knees buckled and quivered as she walked, dragging her bow on the ground. In the presence of a lady, she stood and curtsied sloppily, "Forgive my disheveled appearance, Madame. But...I need help." Johanne glanced towards the knight, "S-Sir William," She mumbled, "Please. Please protect my Master!" She begged, making her way toward the man. "I beg of you." She groveled, resting her head on the dirt, pleading.
William removed his helm and smiled at the young girl. He turned his head toward the approaching holy man and wondered why a priest would wander alone in the woods knowing his life was at stake. He wondered why the girl would hold such obedience to someone to proclaim them her master. His heart was heavy with pity as he looked on at the bloody scene surrounding the carriage.
“Who is your Master, young one? Where is he?”
William, walking over to the carriage with caution noticed the horses were now deathly quiet. They looked at him with silence as he steadily approached them. He was waiting for something, anything, to happen. He placed the helm back on his head and unsheathed his sword once more as he heard ruffling noises coming from within the compartment of the carriage.
"There is no need to ask for my forgiveness" Gwendolen smiled warmly down at the girl, seeing her grovel for a man who was essentially her captive broke her heart, did this poor girl have no other family whom she would rather beg? Was she that alone? Gwen's hand tightened on the hilt of her fathers sword as Sir William approached the carriage, she moved towards the girl placing a hand on her shoulder and gently pulled her towards her, she did not want her in harms way, the rumbling coming from inside the carriage unnerved her and her grip on the girls shoulder tightened slightly, like a mother protecting her child "be prepared to run" she whispered to the girl.
Rune noticed the girls flash of anger towards the holy man before she said “thank you all” but said nothing. He felt nothing but pity for the poor girl she looked like she had been beaten on a daily basis and half starved but there was more pressing matters than to console her.
He scanned the strange group taking mental notes of equipment and how useful they would be in a fight. The women holding the girl had nothing but a sword but didn’t look very comfortable with it. The child had a bow and quiver full of arrows but her hands were shackled so would be useless in a fight until they were removed and now he had a good look at her she was older than what he first thought she was no child but a young women. The priest only had a dagger which would be useless in a fight with these monsters. Sir William was the only other member of the group who looked like he knew how to swing a sword.
Rune jumped down from his horse offering it to the two women saying “you need him more than I”. He then hurriedly went over to the now deserted wagon to search for weapons and supplies, he found a few small sacks of food but nothing that would be useful to them rite now. He went back to the horse to tie the small bundle of food to the saddle.
There was another loud howl but this time it came from direction of the woods, Sir William was right more were coming. More howls sounded out as Rune helped the women onto the horse and they were getting closer. Rune thought there must be at least four or five of them and coming fast. He shouted to Sir William “We can hold them until the women and the holy man are safe”.
Damion was lost in thought about how this terrible curse started, sure he was a man of God. Though he didn't believe that a bunch of demons did this. Nor did he believe that a bunch of spell casters did this. "I'm sorry knight, I do not know any clues that would be the cause of this terrible illness. I could give you the Church reason, that a few mages summoned up demons to wreak havoc across this land. I do not believe any word of that reasoning. It just doesn't make sense. In my personal opinion, I do believe that God sent this plague to sort out the sinners and the righteous. Though that's just my opinion on the matter." Damion said before the other howls came out of the woods.
He prayed silently and looked around for a sword. He needed to feel the rush of battle again. Its been a long time since he had fought with something. He noticed that Gwen had a sword on her. Damion ran over to her and handed the lantern to her, "Give me your sword, I'll help fend these things off. I might not look it but I know around the way of a sword." Damion grabbed the sword and wielded it the way he was taught all those years ago. The balance of it felt right in his hands, the lightness of the blade and the weight of the hilt in his hands. He smiled at the thought of the challenge. The other man had shouted to the knight about fending them off till him and the women had reached the church safely, Damion shook his head at the man and said, "I was a squire once, I know how to defend against enemies. I'm not as helpless as you think."
Rune attacked the beast at the same time as the knight and the priest. He had been surprised when the priest had taken the sword and offered his aid in the fight. They all moved in unison in attack, Rune ducked under the monsters swing and slashed upwards towards the beasts throat. He heard it fall to the ground behind him. As he turned he noticed the other two had downed the remaining two demons,
He sheathed his sword and set of in the direction of the women after Sir William had told them that women were more than likely in trouble. On the jog back into town the priest introduced himself as Damion.
Rune was getting tired from all the fighting and running, he whispered the incantation “Virtus Fortitudo” and instantly felt a rush of energy flow into him and he started moving faster he even had to slow a bit so the others could keep up