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Varnic: The Massacre of the Throne

Varnic Universe

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a part of Varnic: The Massacre of the Throne, by Entity of Sin.

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Doriann Ebonhawke [6] I've realized that life can't be experienced in a study, or between the pages of tomes
Elmina Rhoswen Godfry [5] "From warriors ravens grew red, And with their leader a host attacked." -Taliesin
Artanis Meridius [4] Son of a fallen champion from the old kingdom of Catan and wanders the lands of the new world of Riv'nar in search of adventure!
Pantaleon Katanes [3] A scarred healer with feelings of duty towards all mankind in spite of his bitter regard of it.
Berkely Koehneman [1] Knowledge is one of life's basic building blocks; applying that knowledge to a physical element - now that's power!

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The year is 57 A.C. (After Colony) and the region of Catan has been growing economically since the establishment of the new government created by the royal Delryn family a couple decades ago. As threats from the old homeland diminish the minds of each citizen that immigrated from a tyrannical land ruled by the Realm of Sand, new threats face the kingdom’s borders past the southern mountains called Arkarians; who are commonly referenced to as naga. These massive creatures are vast in numbers and live in the jungle region called Sparrowight and have proven to be formidable hunters and warriors. What makes the Arkarians such a looming threat to Riv’nar is their innate ability to wield sorcery - which is an ancient art outlawed throughout Riv’nar - and have created much animosity between the two civilizations. Through technological advancements, Riv’nar has invented powerful siege weapons and war machines as well as new techniques in forging weapons and armor for the kingdom’s infantry battalions. These military inventions were created as precautions against the potential Arkarian threat.

Despite the tension between Riv’nar and Sparrowight, Arkarians do visit Vantia to conduct trade business and import Riv’narian items into their own culture while selling their supplies to their neighbors. Imports of soft silks, giant lizard scales, precious gems, exotically spiced dry meats, and many other wondrous goods have been exchanged much between Riv’nar and Arkarian hands in Vantia. Although there is peace between the people of both countries, peace is something that never lasts as an old enemy of Riv’nar has not forgotten about the enemy they conquered decades ago.

This story in Riv’nar starts in the trade city called Vantia where a sudden increase in the number of adventurers have been appearing and seeking for work. Some of these jobs consist of exploration of old ruins for historians, gathering samples for local alchemists, or even protecting a local noble or merchant. The types of jobs are always posted on the bulletin board in the town square in the middle of the city around the water fountain for people to coward around and accept.

Treasure, fame, glory, adventure, and knowledge awaits those that claim it!


Warm afternoons always felt scorching while in the forge was burning hot with coal and breathing unbearable heat on steal. The forge Artanis is stationed in is a circular building with the furnace in the center with a doorway in front of the large anvil he is working with. An air pump can be found on the side of the furnace to help re-ignite life into the scorching hot coals and make them burn brightly. Interior walls that circled all the way around the building and the furnace and covered with a brown leather ceiling covered by straw padding on the exterior and weaved into the leather with tree vines. The entire structure was designed for expansion if necessary and easy repair. The entrance had a door that was open during the forge’s hours of operation to help ventilate the heat bellowing from the monstrous crafting station. The man behind the anvil hammered away at the iron spear head held tightly with a pair tongs with one hand and beat heavily with the hammer in the other. Life was simple and wonderful with a steady business keeping the mind busy with important tasks.

Upon further inspection of the interior of the forge suggests that the weapon racks lining along the wall to the left side of the entrance means the blacksmith specializes in weaponry, specifically swords, spears, and axes. The ceiling racks store wooden pools to be fashioned into spears, and there are chests lined and stacked up on the right side of the forge full of hilts and handles for swords and axes.

It is a quaint little forge with much to offer the trade streets of Vantia. Its location inside the city walls and also couldn’t be better since its geographical location is next door to food merchants. The smoke coming out of the chimney stack protruding out of the roof allows the furnace smoke to escape and also represents a landmark for surrounding businesses. The echoing of hammers working lured in a prospecting customer to examine the crafted goods of a hard working man by stepping in underneath the sign with the words ‘Bronze Shield Anvil’ burned onto both sides.

The customer placed both hands in pant pockets and stepped inside the forge to take a closer look while the blacksmith known as Artanis hammered away at a spear head, re-fired it, and hammered away some more. “Fine quality from elevated talent.” said the visitor to the crafter of fine weapon supplies. “Desire to view wares if permitted.” the man said lastly

Typical adventurers usually wear much higher quality attire than chainmail padded with animal furs, and battered up leather boots and bracers with a rusty looking sword and shield. The man didn’t look like he held much coin aside from enough for a meal and bed at the local inn. After a single pass around the forge to few all the product along the walls around the furnace, he stopped near the anvil and looked at Artanis place the glowing spear head in a trough, next to the furnace, full of water to cool it.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Artanis looked to the potential customer and says, “Find tongue loose and see ears accepting.” and with the hammer resting comfortably on the anvil but gripped firmly, it was out of not trusting the man in his building of craft.

The animal fur covered adventurer stood firmly and combed a hand through his thick roughly maintained beard for a moment before answering, “Much gratitude for services of your fine forge!” the man proclaimed while surveying the finished weapons already in stock.

“Coin present to purchase weapons to replace current withered craft. Declare price and see coin exchanged between hands. Is terms agreeable?” the man added in addition to his previous statement to help reassure Artanis that price wouldn’t be an issue for the desired sale.

“Sword weighs five coin in worth per each that stand as finished product displayed in but arm’s reach. Make selection and place coin upon surface to make transaction complete.” Artanis declared and open palm faced up with the arm pointing to the large anvil.

The other hand kept a firm grip on the smithing hammer in case the visitor tried to commit an act of robbery. Theft was an issue in the market quarter of the city and Artanis already experienced his stock of crafted goods stolen from him once before. The city decree against thieves allowed merchants and craftsmen like Artanis to defend their property theft with necessary force.

After the transaction with the animal fur covered adventurer was concluded, the man left his forge and went about his day. What grabbed Artanis’ attention though was the rustling of people murmuring about the city being approached by a large group of soldiers from the north west. In the distance, Artanis could hear what sounded like familiar war horns and drugs. It had been many years since he had heard those terrifying sounds and although he was only a child at the time, it sent chills down his spine of fear.

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It seemed like the hottest and busiest day Popelina’s Bakery had seen in some time. Usually they would only sale around thirty baskets a day and they were now only down to two. Elmina was in the back kneading the dough and placing it on the wooden board, than placing it in the oven. By the time she was finish with making all the extra dough and placing them in the stove oven, the people had dwindled down and her hands felt like they would fall off. She quickly took her hair and wrapped it into a high bun with a piece of leather that was wrapped round her wrist, before walking out to the front of the bakery.

It was awfully quiet, despite the hustle and bustle of the travelers and town’s people. The orphans that usually occupied the front of the bakery at this time were now cuddled into a group on the side of it. Elmina stepped out of the bakery and walked up to the group, smiling softly and knelt down beside them, “What causes current actions? Please reveal tongue and expose reasons.” She asked them. Their eyes shot past her and she turned. There stood a man, a good bit taller than her, who seemed to be homeless and possible a threat to the children. One of the kids tugged at her shirt and looked up, his caramel brown eyes shining with tears, “"Monster spoken by the town stand tall, right?” He whispered. She had seen an Arkarian once. Elmina made a mistake of going too far on a trail to practice her sword fighting, an Arkarian trader was making its way down and if it wasn’t for the thick forest on the side she might have been kidnapped, or worse, killed.

“He is merely without a home, and thus you shall not bother with him. Now, hurry along, bread and milk awaits you lot in the bakery. “If you naught a single coin and your stomach empty, my bread and milk are of no charge.” She said simply before disappearing into the bakery. The kids sat at small table in back corner and chattered about kid things. Elmina placed the bread and milk in front of each kid. If she could keep them all for herself she would in a heartbeat, but for now she did what she could.

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Leaning heavily on his staff Pantaleon stood with his back pressed against the rough wood of support beam outside a merchant shop, his left foot heel lifted slightly off the ground as he observed the people walking by. Most eyes glanced over him without hesitation, the soot in his hair and on his face making him look an aged beggar, and the few that lingered he ignored and deflected by making a show of looking for someone in the crowd though there was no one coming to meet him and had he seen a familiar face he would be moving to flee rather than greet them. Reaching up to curl his gloved left hand over his right on the smooth wood of his staff Pantaleon took note of the adventures that passed him looking for wears and merchants they mingled with, their rushed footsteps and loose lips an excellent source of information. Information that he needed if he was to leave unnoticed enough to avoid conflict since it seemed that there may be some within the very streets if roomers were to be believed.

Tilting his head to the side when another body thumped against the wall of the building he was lurking about Pantaleon examined the worn looking man with a weary smile. He was clearly either a new adventurer or a lost scholar based on appearance alone and habit born of years of staying out of the eye of those that would do him harm urged hims to offer the, really he looked to fresh faced to be called a man, boy some aid in finding him housing; however there were more pressing matters at hand. Digging in his satchel for a moment Pantaleon extracted a small poultice that smelled heavily of mint leaves and citrus, something to lift the spirit and invigorate the body, it cost him nothing to make on his travels and was one of the small gifts he kept in read supply in exchange for kind thoughts and misdirection should someone look too close.

Freezing where he stood when the sound of horns reached his ears Pantaleon let the poultice fall to the ground with a shuddered breath. Surely he was imagining the sound, that such a thing as a battle or worse a war would have be confirmed for him though louder whispers or warning from soldiers before it actually was at their door. No, surely it was some children at play further off or the wind through the crowd and wears playing a trick on him, though he supposed it couldn't hurt to look. Knocking the cloven end of his staff against the warm wood he was leaning against Pantaleon curled his shoulders forward and pushed off the building before shuffling into the crowd, the poultice forgotten on the ground as he limped forward.

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It wasn't too long after his father died that Berkely branched away from his family in means to set out for a new adventure, hoping to make something of himself in a new town. He was mainly looking for a place to rebuild himself, find a new purpose in life, perhaps settle down and marry a woman he took a liking to and was a perfect match for him. However, in order to accomplish this ultimate dream, he would have to start out small, working for crafting shops and offering his helpful services to patrons around the lands.

When he arrived to Vantia, he had made a great impression on the crafting store owner, where he was granted a job and presented a great deal of help. Working towards a better life, Berkely knew he would have to put his all into saving as much as possible. The pay was small, and he knew all too much what the cost of his labor would be: a small amount of copper coins and a quaich of water, possibly some bread. It wasn't much to live off of, but it held this working man together.

"Berk, I bid you adieu. The common shop will be managed by your service as I'll be off on a long haul." The old store owner announced, walking towards the front of the craft shop from the storage closet near the privy, a large satchel in hand. Berkely wiped his tired, dirty hands with a damp rag as he blankly stared at the old man. After a few moments of silence, he nodded his head in a slow fashion, assuring his comprehension of the matter.

It had been a long day, and all Berkely wanted to really do at this point was relax and go home, but he couldn't just yet - he had a lot of work to still complete before he was able to rest up. The middle of the day was always the hottest for working out in the sun, and hard labor never carried an easy break for those who spent so much effort on sheltered perfection.

Berkeley walked outside of the shop, inhaling a deep breath of hot, humid air, as his shoulders were accompanied by the hands of the shop owner. Berkely lowered his head some and exhaled slowly, a slight feeling of relaxation overcoming him. Berkely cleared his throat and spoke with a low tone, his voice seeming a bit hoarse. "I won't let you down."

"I expect you not rob this place of its worth." The store owner replied, releasing his young worker's shoulders and offering a single pat on the back. As he walked away, packing his satchel full of water skins, Berkely leaned against the doorway of the shop. It was quiet now. Break time was almost up, and Berkely still had a lot of work to get done. He strode around to the back of the shop where he would continue working on a boat for his planned future endeavors.

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In truth, Doriann had lost consciousness long before either people even paid the slightest bit of attention to him. His exhaustion far exceeded anything his body had ever experienced before, and as such, it simply had to rest. When he awoke, it was to the smell of baking bread and the sound of some horn of sorts being blown all throughout the town proper. He could not explain it, not in good faith anyway, and a dark haired man limping out of sight seemed to be in a hurry...

"What be this, abandoned on the dirt of the earth?" He wondered aloud, picking up the strange package, which, to his surprise, smelt deceptively wonderful. It reminded him of his old Master's fields to a degree. With naught a shrug, he simply pocketed the poultice, thinking that at the very least, he could sell it off for some extra currency. Maybe he could, if he tried exceptionally hard while here, achieve two of his goals, though that was unlikely to say the least. In all honesty, he was wondering what he really should do, from now until he obtained the means to achieve his dreams. He could not simply keep wondering around, aimless, easy prey. He had to find pay, to proper prepare for the next time he set out. A rumble in his stomach uninterrupted his thoughts, and Doriann nearly lost consciousness once more, struggling to get to his feet and stretch.

"Lords that may be, grant one the strength to endure the world..." The young boy muttered as he walked around to the bakery's only noticeable entrance and looked around. It was quint, to say the least. Small, but Gods, the smell was overwhelmingly mouth watering. With a shake of his weary head, Doriann opened the door and proceeded to walk inside, eyes adjusting to the dimmer light. At first, he saw no one, and them, a woman, with orange hair like fire. He immediately felt his tongue swell in his mouth, nervous beyond comprehension...so he decided it best to not say a think, and awkwardly meander about the shop until approached...

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Artanis stepped out of his forge to get a catch of fresh air and heard the horns in the distance with drums again but louder this time. Citywatch were scrambling in the streets, with spear and shield in hand, towards the direction the horns and drums are coming from. They were urging everyone to stay inside while further investigation was made at the origins of the approaching horns and drums. When Artanis was a child he heard stories from his father regarding their enemies during the Great Sand Wars that destroyed their old homeland. The beating of drums and rippling bass of the horns were what his father described to him that came before an onslaught of destruction. The memories and words of his dead father sent a chill down his spine.

Quickly stepping back inside the forge, the young blacksmith doned his armor, broad sword, and steel shield and stepped back outside of his forge taking deep breathes. He was experiencing a mixture of heightened emotions of fear and excitement gripping him the most. Everything came together and clicked the moment a massive fiery ball starts flying towards him and over his forge into a butcher’s building and explodes on impact. Screams of horror and fear ripped through the city while Artanis could see more citywatch in larger numbers rush to where the source of the fiery ball came from. He came to the conclusion that something or someone is attacking the city and people were running away from the source of it in panic.

At this point Artanis was moving through the streets towards the source of the attack and noticed a massive dark green skinned humanoid, with patches of scales all over its body, was ripping through citywatch formation lines with a massive morningstar. It wore a breastplate style armor made of darkened steel and the skull of a creature with lots of fangs along the upper jaw and horns protruding upwards. There were several of these dark green skinned creatures smashing city watchmen and moving into the city to attack the civilians and destroy buildings. It was instinct for Artanis to turn and run to help as many people around the city as he can and he knew that there was a baker that often fed children and it was a good place to start.

Moving with the crowd of fleeing Riv’narian citizens, the blacksmith closed the gap between where he originally was and Elmina’s bakery, he stuck his head inside. “The city is burning and under siege. Escape to safer location must be taken while opportunity allows!” he urged to Elmina, the children, Pantaleon and Doriann while outside buildings could be heard exploding from the same attack Artanis witnessed from the distance.

Fear. This emotion was the facial expression Artanis was showing and not before long after he stared into the bakery did the ground below the market area begin to rumble slightly with each explosion. The forge that Artanis was working in earlier had been struck with one of those flaming bolder-like projectiles and parts of the structure and blown all over the nearby area. Taking a look down the market street, Artanis could see more of those large dark green skinned creatures charging through the city smashing everything and everyone in their path. Artanis drew his sword and stepped into the bakery and positioned himself along the wall on the right side of the doorway. The light and smell from the doorway would entice the creature to explore the building. If the others saw Artanis, he would signal them to remain quiet while the inhuman warriors ran past them, however, one of them did stop outside the building he was in. It smelled the bread and sniffed the air while slightly grunting as it approached the building slowly.

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It seemed to worry Elmina that the man had not appeared yet, but she was too busy tending to the shop and kids to go back out and check on him. She had just pulled out her armor when finally the man walked in and did an internal sigh. She broke off enough bread to fill him up and then some with some milk and walked over to him. Handing him the food and drink she quietly left to finish up. Elmina was someone who only spoke when she had something to say and right now her words had failed her. The man seemed innocent enough to her that is. The children ate their bread cautiously, their eyes watching his every movement. Elmina let out a small giggle and strapped on her armor and carefully placed her sword on her hip. She never left home without it, not only for her safety, but for these children.

About two years ago the first child, Silas, in the group arrived in front of the bakery skinny and sick. Elmina took him in and cared for him until he was better. Ever since then a few more started showing up and she couldn’t just say no. Now she feeds them every day after the bakery closes.

The screams of the town’s people drew her out of her memories and back to reality. The kids were frozen in fear and huddled together. Elmina was about to step outside when the blacksmith, Artanis poked his head in, warning her of what was happening and to leave. Nodding she hurried to grab as much bread as possible and then ran over to the children, “Perilous events are upon us, obtain this bread and hasten.” She grabbed the smallest child and placed her on her hip and grabbed Silas’ hand. The other children held on to each other’s hands and followed her away from the danger that threatened the town. Elmina looked back and watched as buildings burned down and held back the anger and tears for the sake of the children.

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Doriann has barely obtained his precious, wonderful food. For free as well. Milk, and bread. In all honesty, the food was wonderful, better than any he had had in weeks, to say the least. He at voraciously, starving to the point that the sudden ingestion was almost too much for his fatigue and shrunken stomach to stand. He had to choke down the food, and tears as well, or else they would both come to the surface. The screams from outside were lost to him, due to his concentration, however, now more than ever, he was hearing them.

Especially after the armed and armored man stepped into the shout, raising an alarm. He felt fear rise in the back of his throat, replacing the rebellious food. This couldn't be happening. The city was supposed to be his refuge for just a while, and now, fate was once again throwing his ideas out by the wayside in reward for more chaos. He smelled the smoke. He felt the heat. He quickly followed the woman who had fed him, having no other idea of where to go for now. Doriann did not know the geography well enough to find his own way. And even if he did, or even if he wanted to help, how could he? He was weak, unarmored, with nothing but ideas and a notched, nearly broken wood cutter's axe. Useless.

However, these were all back ideas to the current situation. Right now, it was all about survival. Part of him wanted to run past the children, but...he suppressed those thoughts. They did nothing to earn his ire, and he should not take his frustration out on them. No, he was better than that..."Pray tell, to where is this group headed in its haste?"