Helldamn Spellshroud - Reconnaissance on Tolkeen Ch 1

Helldamn Spellshroud – Reconnaissance on Tolkeen Ch 1
The nightmare started as it always had. She was there gleaming in light, bathed in angelic white. Her eyes blue as sapphires. Her teeth and perfect lips calling for one more impassioned kiss. Then, as always, as if an octopus had slug its greedy tendrils around her, she was drawn away from him, an inky blackness filling his view. He heard her screams of pain and suffering.

“NOOOOOOO NOOOOO nOOOO!!!! why did you come! I didn’t want you to see me like this!! I love you!! I wanted to keep you safe!!!!”

The blackness consumed him and he saw red. Laser like slashes filled the space with blood overfilling it to the brim, the cry of his infant son heard in the distance. The sound of blood splashing began to drown out the voice of his family. The only last words he could ever hear now were their screams and their terror. Again the blood of his enemies assailed his every sense and it consumed him.

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Again the dream continued as it always had.
“Helldamn Spellshroud. The holy rage is upon you. Vanquish your adversaries in my name and you shall have life eternal. The Wanderer beckons you come and be counted among all the Valkyries and Berserkers as kin.”
The rage and blackness, diluted and fading suddenly, was replaced by an ancient incense. The golden spires of Valhalla rising from the ashes of his own destruction and wanton anger. Slowly they rise and reveal the dawn of tranquil spires, golden and sparkling in the morning brilliance, the rainbow bridge leading off to dimensions unknown. The roads were twisting and Cobbled. Again he heard the chant:

Hail Odin
Grey Wanderer
For many years You have knocked at the hidden doors to my soul.
Patient yet ever insistent: awaiting my response.
Hail Odin
All Father:
Ye who knows the passageways to my heart.
Yet patient, waiting, not treading there within, uninvited.

Hail Odin
Wise One
You teach me the greater worth of a path freely chosen.
i welcome You now into my heart, unfettered by reservation.

Hail Odin
Spear Shaker
Ye who incites wars amongst nations and the battles within each man’s heart:
You spur me now to rise to Your challenge.

Hail Odin
One Eyed God
Your quest unhalted by sacrifice.
So do i commit to follow Your will.

Hail Odin
Master of the Runes
Through Your Gift we glimpse the web of Wyrd
So do i seek the knowledge Your Staves reveal.

Hail Odin
Patron to the skalds
Bringer of the mead of inspiration
May my words be pleasing to Your ears.

Hail Odin
Master of Fury:
Primal and uncontained: dictated by necessity.
May i persevere, unrepressed, in adversity.

Hail Odin
Valföðr:
My Your Valkyries find me worthy
When the web of my life is cut.

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Then as Always, he awoke. Sitting up sharply, his sheets and pillow were soaked in sweat, wreaking of alcohol. Again the terror of the nightmare stuck with him until he cried himself to sleep for the last few hours of the early morning. He was graduating from the Brotherhood Of Battle that day but to him, what was the difference. She was lost to him and his son seemingly gone forever. Whatever his new assignment as a first level Battle Magus, he would be intent on tracking Pall Mall and recovering his one and only son – at all costs.

The day came and went. He was now and official denizen of the Magi, a powerful network of sorcery and social structure governing Dweomer City and having much influence in the Federation of magic. Another bottle of booze down the hatch. He was not looking forward to the dream again. It happened every night. So often in fact that none of his classmates knew him by his traditional Sowki name. Everyone knew him by his name in the dream of vengeance. Helldamn Spellshroud. He did not know what it meant or why it was applied to him, but he took it as the only good omen he’d seen in a long time. He decided that if a god was coming to him in a dream, then it was worth something. Richard Bensen was seemingly dead now anyway, his life of quiet family and complacency, shattered by his arch nemesis Pall Mall, was now replaced with one of complete obsession and and utter resolve for vengeance. Thusly his study of combat magic at The Brotherhood. It was a shame though. He felt he was almost created by the villain on that horrific day that his family was torn asunder. His Birthday so to speak, and the day he died.

For some time he was assigned to patrol around the city of Dweomer. Along the walls of the city and in its more troubled neighborhoods. Everyone knew though that you minded your P’s and Q’s while Battle Magi were around. He had made his desire to look into the cold case of his wife’s death clear to his superior, Trent Logan, The Lord Magi of his platoon. After some time the two began a kindred sort of association, Trent getting Helldamn some files and investigative resources that Helldamn wouldn’t normally have access to. Trent believed in Helldamn’s cause and wanted to see his new found friend acquire some kind of respite from the demons he was wrestling with. On breaks and at night Helldamn would pour over the reports, video footage, eyewitness testimonies and anything else associated with the crime. Still he found only dead ends. Trent had advised him, being versed in magics that were beyond Helldamns understanding, that inter dimensional travelers and Shifters were notoriously hard to find. He even mentioned a lesser known sect of magic that dealt with time. But this conversation was lost on Helldamn. Over and over again Helldamn worked the cold case trying to get a fresh perspective, but to no avail.

Dwemer ruin

One night Trent appeared at Helldamns door. It was very late and Helldamn was into the past few drops of his bottle of Wild Hatchling ( a particularly stout whisky ), papers and boxes strewn across the entire apartment. Answering the door rather soupy, Helldamn allowed his partner, mentor and friend to enter. Looking at the disheveled Helldamn, Trent put on a pot of coffee and began to explain the intent of his late night visit. He divulged that he had been chosen to investigate the recent CS, Tolkeen war and investigate the ruins for any juicy pieces of lintel, artifacts, or anything else that might be of interest to “The Three”. Additionally he voiced that a change of scenery might be good for Helldman and that getting out of Dweomer might allow him a fresh perspective on his life. Trent also mentioned that he didn’t think that all was lost on looking for his son and that the Tolkeen rift activity would be a good place to start his investigation anew. After all, where else would a power hungry Sowki Shifter go? Tolkeen was the most saturated area of mystic knowledge and magic energy anywhere in the hemisphere – at least as far as he knew.

Again the nightmare. Again the agony. Again the holy chant.

Hail Odin
Grey Wanderer
For many years You have knocked at the hidden doors to my soul.
Patient yet ever insistent: awaiting my response.

Hail Odin
All Father:
Ye who knows the passageways to my heart.
Yet patient, waiting, not treading there within, uninvited.
Hail Odin

Wise One
You teach me the greater worth of a path freely chosen.
i welcome You now into my heart, unfettered by reservation.

Hail Odin
Spear Shaker
Ye who incites wars amongst nations and the battles within each man’s heart:
You spur me now to rise to Your challenge.

Hail Odin
One Eyed God
Your quest unhalted by sacrifice.
So do i commit to follow Your will.

Hail Odin
Master of the Runes
Through Your Gift we glimpse the web of Wyrd
So do i seek the knowledge Your Staves reveal.

Hail Odin
Patron to the skalds
Bringer of the mead of inspiration
May my words be pleasing to Your ears.

Hail Odin
Master of Fury:
Primal and uncontained: dictated by necessity.
May i persevere, unrepressed, in adversity.

Hail Odin
Valföðr:
My Your Valkyries find me worthy
When the web of my life is cut.

This time, however the conclusion was different. It seemed that the voice who always declaired:
“Helldamn Spellshroud. The holy rage is upon you. Vanquish your adversaries in my name and you shall have life eternal. The Wanderer beckons you come and be counted among all the Valkyries and Berserkers as kin.” was saying something more this time. This time Helldamn felt a sorrowful calm come over him. And he was able to converse in the lucidity of the dream.
The voice continued as the spires of the golden city arose form the chalky black ash of his vengeance.

“Come to me my child. Know the power that stems now into you. Your vengeance is warranted and you have the most righteous of causes. Come to me now so that I may lay mine own eyes upon my most righteous of servants.”
At that a small blue crackling light appeared, about the size of a grapefruit. Slowly it shaped into the form of a doorway just big enough for Helldamn to walk through.
“Who is this??!! Who beckons me to come?”
“You will heel dog of war and be counted among Odin’s flock! NOW COME!”
And at that Helldman was irresistibly drawn into the rift, his own will mattering for nothing.
A brilliant and scintillating white light assailed his sight and his ears heard only a sucking sound, that of which can only be described as being thrust through space and time. He emerged, the smell of the incense becoming ever stronger and smelling of lilac, pine, sap and tinder. To his amazement it was by all accounts, Valhalla! Helldamn had read about the place and of course seen it in his dream but never did it look so brilliant and majestic. He was adjacent to a stream that had a fantastic view of the city and the rainbow bridge, the meadow lands and forests looking as they did centuries ago and spawned by The World Tree itself. The bees and insects began to land on his skin as fowl and deer startle at his sudden presence. He could not believe his eyes and confirmed to himself that had to be dreaming still. He sliced deeply into his wrist and he heard the last of the prayer complete:
“Hail Odin
Valföðr:
My Your Valkyries find me worthy
When the web of my life is cut.
It was so familiar, this prayer, and Helldamn began to bleed. He was not dreaming as he did not find his drenched sheets, he was somehow awake!
“Yes Helldman – you live! and you are awake!” The voice sounding as if thunder, only a few feet away.

Odin

He looked around for the booming voice. Helldamn had excellent hawk like vision and could see a rabbit from two miles away, but yet, nothing. What? he thought. Looking all around, his head on a swivel, he finally glanced up. And there, dwarfing the tallest trees, the massive snow capped mountains and even the misty blue sky itself was Odin. He was only visible from the chest up and consumed the entire horizon. Not even all of creation could contain his countenance. Helldamn had made his unskilled lore: Mythology roll but failed his awe factor roll and was barely able to lift any of his three eyes towards the heavens where each was assailed by the magnificent awesomeness of The All Father.

Helldamn took to his knees and prostrated.

“Praise ye the one All Father. Count me as your committed servant. You will is my command”

“I bid you rise Sowki for the Megaverse and Valhalla herself need you! I have been watching you and the sad story that is your fate in these times of trouble. I have foreseen that you will be one of my most trusted of implements in the times ahead. You see…the Megaverse is IN FLAMES MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!”

And at that the sky turned read and distant volcanoes beyond the horizon spew forth red hot magma as The All Father throws up the universal METAL sign with both hands, as if he were at an In Flames concert in the first row! His beard blowing violently in the red haze and his one eye becoming slightly possessed. After a brief moment of this insanity, the winds and volcanoes calm, allowing Odin to resume his soliloquy.

“Alas – I have not been myself lately and even Valhalla’s pristine streets have begun to mire. Something is off in the stream of life – some – taint. My peers have been acting strangely and even their pantheons as well have begun to fall into disarray and chaos. I have seen in my visions a horrible future for all of existence…RAGNAROK!!! And its fate lays in the hands of the mortals, the gods becoming impotent. I tell you now, I will not fall against the beast!!! The Fenryr!!! The dog of fate and all that consumes me!!!

Again the wind picked and Odin’s personality almost seemed to change. There was most certainly an insane look in his eye and it was almost as if the discussion with Helldamn wasn’t even happening. Looking down the god regained his composure.

“You must follow your inner voice. Let it lead you. Let it guide you. I have seen that you will provide Valhalla and even all of the whole Megaverse some insight on how to right the wrongs that are now unraveling us all. Be forewarned my servant, the fates are twisted and should you accept this alliance with my cause, you may not like the outcome.

“What say you Sowki??!! I bid you…SPEAK!!

The thunder of his voice calmed and there was now only the sound of the birds and the natural workings of Valhalla.

“If you will it, it shall be done!” The Sowki bowed deeply once more.

“Then go now! For vengeance! For Valhalla! And for the balance!!”

Again another white blue sphere made its presence known and Helldamn stepped through. This time however, with just a bit more sense of purpose. He was again in his Dwomer apartment and heard his door knock almost immediately. It was Lord Magus Logan who had come to gather Helldamn for their intelligence gathering mission. The two began to gather what meager things Helldman had collected for war and they set out on their mission towards Tolkeen.

Dweomer was Two days ride behind them in their Battle Lord Automaton. Lord Magus Trent explained that another mage at the checkpoint was scheduled to take this Automaton on patrol once he had sent the pair through the portal to one of their way points beyond CS territory. Along the way he also explained the meat of their mission. They were scheduled to meet up with just one more member of their party, a mercenary by the name of Preacher. Some called him a gun fighter. Some called him a Priest or even Deacon. Whatever he was, Logan explained, he was to be watched carefully. The gunfighter had a reputation for being a short tempered fanatic of some cult called Christianity. He had even been rumored to believe that he had a connection to what he called “The one and only God, The King of Kings.” However, Trent went on to say, the Preacher was a hell of a shot. The Lord Magus said the he even saw The Preacher shoot the wings off a fly at 100 meters with iron sights! wow!

Additionally Helldam’s commander told him that they had uncovered intelligence that there was a strangely huge bounty out in Tolkeen for a lost pair of Tolkeenites – seemingly associated with the nobility of the crushed city. This bounty was worth investigating for them both and for Dwomer, but Helldamn couldn’t shake his eternal focus – finding Pall Mall. He wanted to ask Trent more about how to find the villain, but he knew that now, while on mission – especially at muster, was probably not the best time. He would, for now, bide his time and wait.
“Halt there! Who approaches??!! Speak ye friend and find your selves unmolested!” A voice rang out, seemingly level with the two Dwomer mages, even as they sit atop their behemoth of a construct.

“What??” The Lord Magus looked confused. He had heard a voice – but he didn’t quite know what it said, a strange accent preventing full pronunciation of the command.

“I heard it – sounded almost like Spanish…” The Sowki was looking around, a semi transparent mist had formed in the fading light of the dusk, the only highlight the rising moon straight ahead.
Just then, from above, a figure floated down covering the pale of the moon in front of them revealing a majestic looking black silhouetted wingspan.

“I said…Speak ye friend and find your selves unmolested!” The figure now, seemingly from no where, conjured up a pair of brilliantly gleaming swords, the likes of which neither of the two mages had ever seen.

“grá, dílseacht, cairdeas” Helldamn spoke – shouting to the figure

“Wha???” The Lord Magus was perplexed

“How do you know that dude?? I thought I was the only one of us who knew the password??!!”

“Well…I do magically speak and understand all languages…”

“Ahhh yes my friends! welcome! welcome! Bienvenido!” The voice came out loud, strong and with a Spanish accent as the creature came closer and landed on the shoulder of the giant Battle Lord. The two Mages could see clearly now their sentry. After a successful Lore: D-bee, they could see that he was a six foot tall Falconoid, clad in plate armor, teaming to the gills with ancient weapons, his wings even having blades on them. He was clearly a Cyberknight. At the mention of the words, he cancelled his Psi Swords.

“Mi Amigos you have spoken the secret password so you must be on mission from Dweomer. Please – your names Por Favor?” He was speaking American much better now, he must have made his roll.
“The Lord Magus, Trent Logan and the Battle Magus, Helldamn Spellshroud. We are here to contact The Lady Sondra, to relinquish our steed and to commence our mission on the other side of CS territory.

“And you are…?” The Lord magus addressed the knight standing now from his seat atop the monster weapon of war.

“yo soy Caballero Altinius Madrid Antunes….at your service….” Somewhere in the distance there could be heard the strumming of a Spanish Guitar.

“I have come to offer my Honor to those in need and right now – my friends here need all the help they can get! The Coalition has ravaged Tolkeen and the influx of refugees has been almost overwhelming. As well the CS dogs and their spies seemingly wit their way into any encampments of survivors just to massacre unarmed innocents. you can never be too careful around here so, mi amigos, pardon my aggression, I meant no insult

“Sir Altinius eh…” Helldamn found this strangely familiar.

“Well…no harm done good sir, but we should be on our way. Can you direct us to Lady Sondra?” Trent Said.

At that the very trees themselves took an odd look and the pair realized they were the victims of an illusionary forest spell, now cancelled. Revealed was a gorgeous woman in red plate and chain armor, her red dread locks sneaking their way out from underneath her helm.
“Well now…if it isn’t young master Logan. I thought I taught you to play it safe lover. How’d you convince the brass to let you drive that Battle Lord all the way out here?” The human female now lifted her helm, bosom shifting, letting the chain mail glance her chiseled mid-section. Under the helmet set a pair of eyes that every man within 100 miles had been lost in, lips golden as amber, skin pale as the driven snow and hair as blazing as the sun itself. Her hairline had been shaved in a traditional barbarian manner so that the hairline made one straight line from ear to ear, across the top of her head, allowing for a massive, but yet sexy, forehead.

“Red Sondra!….oh man! Im sooo sorry about that night at the bar! Trust me I haven’t touched a Simmarian scythe since! and THAT’S playing it safe!” The lord Magus looked a bit embarrassed and love struck all at the same time. Helldamn didn’t want to know the details and he beckoned for the mission to continue.

“Preacher! Oh Preacher??!!” Sondra called out seemingly to nothing, only shrubs and foliage nearby.

Slowly, some of them began to move and take form. It looked vaguely humanoid and as the shape revealed itself even more, one could see that indeed it was a human shape, but craftily covered in the surrounding landscapes odds and ends, camouflaged perfectly. A quick brushing off of some leaves and twigs and he revealed himself completely, massive long rifle and all. He stood a solid six feet and for a lanky human was powerfully built. He wore a white cassock that was also somehow part of a western style outfit, a white band showing all the way around the collar, a large brimmed hat almost covering his whole face. Bristling with two six guns and belts of ammunition, pouches, bags binoculars and the regular accoutrement of first level gear, the Preacher, as he was introduced by Sondra, just looked at the pair of mages, ten thousand miles upon his weather worn face, wrought with wrinkles seemingly carved permanantly into a piercing stare. He spat sharply on the ground and his jaw withered slightly to the side as growled as if to say, hello, to the two from Dweomer.

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After some catching up, Sondra led the four, The Preacher, The Lord Magus Trent, Helldamn and Sir Altinius, through a weird twisted maze of growth that was so intentionally confusing that only she could have navigated it. She explained that a powerful Bio Wizard and ally had lent a hand before he was whisked away by a beautiful Lumerian and her Lemur. She said his name was Mathias Belfast and that he was the purest heart she had known for some time, and that he was also one hell of a cook, wishing for his newly crafted Bio-Steaks!

She led them all in and out, up and down until finally they were at a huge stone doorway. Waving her hand and saying a few magic words, the stone rolled aside for them. Sir Altinius said his goodbyes mentioning that he had some other business to attend to since his watch was over, something about a cart of some kind, and that he would be seeing us again should fate smile upon us all.
Sondra stood with them inside an ancient circular room, writings on the floor connected to some lines. This kind of magic Helldam felt strangely connected to but yet – it was beyond his understanding. Sondra directed them to stand in the middle and recite with her. When they were done, she explained, they would be on the other side. And so it was, they chanted. The mystic energy filled them all and the two Magi and The Preacher were whisked away to a distant destination.
They were again in a room of a similar nature, this time unguarded however. Lord Magus Logan made his Lore: Magic roll and determined that the two had again been included in an illusionary terrain of some kind. Making their way to the surface of the cavern they could see the burning husk of the city once known as Tolkeen, the fires still burning several miles away. The three made their way toward the city, not knowing what awaited them. One thing was for sure, Helldamn had a good feeling about this. His bottle was empty and for now, even the possibility of finding his nemesis, he felt no need to fill it again.

Helldamn Spellshroud - Reconnaissance on Tolkeen Ch 1

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