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Rhettsam

Foreign noble turned paladin of vengeance.

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a character in “Warriors: Reign”, as played by Glory

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It was the warmest day Pyron had seem in many months, though the sea air refreshed Ret as it splashed over the side of the massive ship. He rode upon a ship known as the Vengeance, though it's name was more intimidating than the merchant ship it really was. It was traveling from his home kingdom of Rathef where he manged to use his connections to board this ship on it's way to Pyron. Ret's cold eyes peered into the distance at the continent, hopeful that he would find the evilness he had been sent here to track. Somewhere on this vast continent was the man he was looking for.

And when he found him, he would kill him.

Such is the life of a paladin of vengeance. His creed gave him tremendous leeway to find his prey and to enact judgement. The hundreds of the dead weighed on his conscious and provided him the necessary spark to keep going on his task. He would not fail no matter what. He would not stop until one of them lay dead.

A sudden wave jostled the ship and made him clutch the edge of the railing. He decided to stay within his cabin for the remaining few hours of the voyage. He walked over to his chest to find the few documents he had brought with him. He clutched the first document and read about the man who he was to meet at the port city of Todd Morden; a man by the name of Anders. He had been invited by the supposedly well known trader to be his guest for at least the first few days. He had been skeptical at first but his father put his mind at ease, as Anders was an old friend of his. Apparently he had been something like an uncle to Ret early in his life, though to much time had passed and Ret remembered little from that time. It seemed so long ago, when he was more carefree and hopeful. Now his mission was the only thing that filled every waking hour.

He laid on his bed with his eyes looking up at the wooden ceiling. He was tired from yet another restless night, so he tried to get some sleep. The burning nightmares once again came to him and stirred him to wakefulness. He instead decided to pace around until he heard the sound of the ship beginning to dock.

He was one of the last to depart. Carrying his trunk, he walked off the gangplank and was immediately greeted by a well dressed man.

"Hello sir, my name is Fenway. I am to bring you to my master's residence," he said with a bow. "Allow me to help you with your things."

Ret nodded gratefully and handed one of his things to the man. Together they began walking the streets. The man kept trying to be a tour guide, pointing out points of interest in the city, but Ret hardly paid any attention. It happened to be that Ret didn't much care for histories, or peoples. Many things have taken the back burner for him.

The man finally stopped talking when they reached a sizeable home where another, fatter, but jolly looking man with a long greying beard met him at the door.

A sudden wave jostled the ship and made him clutch the edge of the railing. He decided to stay within his cabin for the remaining few hours of the voyage. He walked over to his chest to find the few documents he had brought with him. He clutched the first document and read about the man who he was to meet at the port city of Todd Morden; a man by the name of Anders. He had been invited by the supposedly well known trader to be his guest for at least the first few days. He had been skeptical at first but his father put his mind at ease, as Anders was an old friend of his. Apparently he had been something like an uncle to Ret early in his life, though to much time had passed and Ret remembered little from that time. It seemed so long ago, when he was more carefree and hopeful. Now his mission was the only thing that filled every waking hour.

He laid on his bed with his eyes looking up at the wooden ceiling. He was tired from yet another restless night, so he tried to get some sleep. The burning nightmares once again came to him and stirred him to wakefulness. He instead decided to pace around until he heard the sound of the ship beginning to dock.

He was one of the last to depart. Carrying his trunk, he walked off the gangplank and was immediately greeted by a well dressed man.

"Hello sir, my name is Fenway. I am to bring you to my master's residence," he said with a bow. "Allow me to help you with your things."

Ret nodded gratefully and handed one of his things to the man. Together they began walking the streets. The man kept trying to be a tour guide, pointing out points of interest in the city, but Ret hardly paid any attention. It happened to be that Ret didn't much care for histories, or peoples. Many things have taken the back burner for him.

The man finally stopped talking when they reached a sizeable home where another, fatter, but jolly looking man with a long greying beard met him at the door.

"Welcome my good friend!" The man yelled boisterously. "Ret, it has been so long! Too long some might say! Why I haven't seen you since you were yeigh high!" He gestured to the height of his waist.

Ret smiled curtly, and somewhat awkwardly. "Ah, yes. My father did tell me that we knew each other, though I must confess that I don't remember much from that time. My father assured me that you have always been very good to our family, and I'm very grateful of your offer."

Anders clapped him on the back. "Think nothing of it my dear nephew! Come, let me show you to where you'll be staying!" And he walked into his house.

Ret paused. He was pretty certain this man was not his uncle, but he chose to let it slide.

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Anders was a very boisterous, but friendly man. He treated Rhet like family and before long, he was at ease. Conversation flowed as Anders introduced him to his beautiful wife and two lovely children, who seemed very eager to ask Rhet all sorts of questions about where he was from. Rhet enjoyed talking about his homeland so he did not mind at all. He talked about the sheer size of his lands, and he talked about the good people of his city. He talked about the day to day life of the lord’s son, and how it was taxing at times but also very rewarding. He talked about the master stables where one of his hobbies was breeding war and commerce horses. He talked about one particular horse that he had rode almost his whole life and how it was getting on in years. Rhet didn’t know why he talked so freely to these people, but he enjoyed opening up to someone. The one topic he didn’t touch was the reason he was here in Pyron.

It was a dark stain on his memory and he did everything not to remember, but the anger did well to fuel his need for vengeance. An entire village in his land was wiped out completely for hordes of undead. A horde of such size could have no natural meaning. So that left the unnatural.

It was the work of a very powerful necromancer. Rhet didn’t know if it was a failed plot to vie for power, or even a deeper plot to lure Rhet here. Regardless Rhet had no choice but to come here to Pyron, where rumor has it, the necromancy fled to.

Rhet had been pretty normal until that day. After that everything changed. He journeyed to a faraway temple of his land and submitted to the paladin elders there. For a full year he train mercilessly to become a paladin of vengeance. He has become an embodiment of his tenants:

Fight the Greater Evil. Faced with a choice of fighting my sworn foes or combating a lesser evil. I choose the greater evil.

No Mercy for the Wicked. Ordinary foes might win my mercy, but my sworn enemies do not.

By Any Means Necessary. My qualms can’t get in the way of exterminating my foes.

Restitution. If my foes w reak ruin on the world, it is because I failed to stop them. I must help those harmed by their misdeeds.

He would follow these rules without mercy or pause. There were many righteous, good paladins out in the world, but he was not one of them. He only wanted the death of that man.

A steward rushed into the room and whispered something frantically into Anders’ ear. His face dropped. “Good gracious, another one!?” He moaned.

He looked over his family and his eyes fell on Rhet. “I’m sorry for the intrusion my dears. Rhetsam, can you follow me?” and he began to walk out of the room. Rhet did as he was told and followed him out of the room.

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They walked quickly down the hallway and and to a different room, obviously a study of some kind with books piled high and ledgers lay sprawled on the desk. All that was ushered away onto chairs and on the floor so the map underneath it could be seen clearly. Rhett was impressed to find a highly detailed map of Todd Morden and the surrounds tiny islands and waterways. From a glance, he hadn’t really noticed how big the city was, but it was obvious that this was a major port town. Docks lined the coastline of the map, which ranged from tiny docks to giant harbors meant to house larger commerce ships from across the sea.

There were several red x’s on the map. Anders grabbed a red ink pen. “Where were they lost?” Anders asked grimly.

“By our estimates, around here,” the steward said, pointing to an area near the other x’s. Answers cursed under his breath and began to make another x. “That’s the third time this month. They’re getting bolder, assured that we don’t have the means to stop them now. The situation looks dire indeed.”

“What situations? What are those x’s?” Rhet asked.

“They signify vessels that have been pirated and their crews and passengers gone missing,” Anders replied. “No bodies in the water, so we’re assuming a hostage situation. We narrowed their home base location to this island here,” he said, pointing to one of the tiny islands. “They’re just outside the port’s authority so we’ve been hard pressed to get any help Fromm the local militia. It’s going to take much more losses before they start losing profit and care enough to do sometching about it. But we can’t wait that long.”

Rhet thought about it deeply for a moment. A stealth mission might work, just him and a few others. The pirates sound not too bright, and they shouldn’t expect anyone to come in small enough numbers to remain undetected. They would expect a full frontal assault, which is what they’re probably preparing for.

“Alright, I’m in,” Rhet said firmly, nodding as if he had it all figured out.

“What? In what?” Asked Anders, bewildered.

“Getting those people safely back, of course,” Rhet said. “You brought me in here to help, didn’t you?”

“What- by yourself!?” Anders asked, aghast.

“No, I would need a few people with me. I’m sure you could drum up a few fighters. I’ll need at least one steady archer and someone who can get in and out of places quietly, and can unlock doors.” Rhet continued with his plan, pointing down at the map. “The strong side of the mountain is almost certainly where the mouth of the cave is to go underground, and where they’ll be focusing their guard shifts. Now, over here, on the weak side of the mountain there almost always vent shafts to let in fresh air to the deeper parts of the mountain. If I take a few people, we could enter undetected. From there, we find the group, wether by luck or interigation, then we go back the way we came once the people are secure.”


“You make it sound like a simple task. These are brutes.”

Rhet focused his energy and his eyes turned a misty black color. “And I’m a paladin. I won’t be taken by the likes of them.”

Anderson backed away wary as Rhet’s Eyes turned back to normal. Then he smiled. “Hey maybe you’re right, maybe you can beat them. We have a real chance of handling this ourselves!” Anders said, stroking his beard. “I can get together a few other men in just a few hours, and a small boat to get you there. Meet me by the pier you came here on at midnight, when the moon is st it’s highest. That is the time we will strike.”

The two shook hands and then departed. Anders had to get the affairs in order and Rhet wanted to meditate to his God and rest up before the assault. He would take his time inspecting his equipment before any mission. He decided that his plate mail was far too clunky, even if it offered the best protect against sword and arrows. He decided instead to dawn some of his chain mail. While not perfectly quiet, it would be quieter than the plate, and offer him more protection than studded leather in a fight, which was bound to happen. No mission ever went off without a hitch.

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It was midnight, and the moon’s glow shimmered softly on the sea. Their tiny dingy- the small rowboat attatched to a larger ship- bobbed up and down in the gentle waves. In the distance, Rhet could see the island. In another 30 minutes or so, they will reach the western side of the mountain, but they would paddle to the southern side towards the weaker side of the mountain. There Rhet was hoping to find minimal guarding and a more secretive way into the cave systems. He knew there must be a cave system because ships passing by the island did not see any structures.

Inside his boat is was joined by three other people he had just met, but now their lives were in each others hands. One of the, was a simple fighter with a sword. He was not the most skilled fighter Rhet had ever seen, but it was better than nothing. Next, something a bit different: a female half elf. Her speciality was with the bow and apparently she was pretty good. Anders had called her a “sharpshooter”. Hopefully she could be put to use. The last man was a roguish sort. He would be good with stealth and getting into places we weren’t supposed to be in, which is exactly this whole mission.

They kept talking to a minimum as they made their way over. They finally made it to the shore on the southern side of the island. Rhet could already see a faint glow through the trees. Most likely a small guard camp.

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It would be best if these guards weren't around when they needed to make their retreat, so they needed to be take care of. Of course, that carried the risk of them actually being on a schedule of some sort and if they didn't report back, that would become an even bigger problem. Rhet was going to bet that pirates and thieves such as these would not tie themselves so strictly to a guard schedule. and that even if they were a bit late, the others would just assume that got drunk on the job.

Rhet led his group over towards the bushes behind the fire. He spied three men keeping themselves warm by it, laughed and telling jokes and stories to each other. This was going to be easier than he thought. They didn't seem to have any spatial awareness.

Just then, He heard the sound of a menacing growl appear to his right. Crap, they have dogs. A rookie mistake branching from the fact that Rhet assumed they were entirely incompetent. He remembered then how dangerous it was to assume. The guys around the fire grabbed their swords and stood up, facing the noise.