Character Resurrection February

Here’s Small Fry on the news. She’s a pixite—a subatomic alien from a space peridot. She can grow to human size and hang out with all the cool kids at school!

Her friends are actually nerds, but they’re the coolest humans from her PoV.

Her ship is known as Shoe Fly. It’s cleverly disguised as a shoe. To fight, Small Fry collides with villains, kicking them in the face.

Had this game continued, I’d have taken Martial Arts as one of my abilities from another playbook.

Small Fry is seated on the claw of The Purr-fessor, a cat who is a professor.

"look it's just a ceremony OK!" Nobs father says patting Nob in the shoulder as he properly tightens the armor Nob has been given for the ceremony.

"No It Isn't this is going to mean I'll be in danger often now" Nob replies his father doesn't understand if but it's clear his mother does she sits saying nothing but sobbing, earlier she had claimed they were tears of joy but Nob was relatively certain that she was afraid for him.

He walks over to his mother, "I won't die," he whispers trying to sound as confident as he can.

As he starts walking away from his parents his brothers rush over while his sister waits behind them they yell something about how their going to be great warriors like their older brother. seeing his little sister he stops turns and walks towards her giving her a hug before he heads off.

"Nobby!" his sister says speaking his actual name instead of the shortened version he prefers, usually Nob would say something but it's his little sister so Instead he just asks, "What?"

She holds out a flower "here pin this to your plate" she says, "It'll make you look better."

Nob kneels down "Pin it on for me" he says smiling, this is more important than any award he could receive, his little sisters gift leaves him crying as he walks towards the stage.

"I'll do it..." Nob says quietly and takes a step forward.


"Torm, I know that as the others in your realm you detest these creatures I request that you look upon me with favor, despite the fact that I have not done anything for you


Let this be my oath though if you listen and light this bridge I will devote myself to you."



With Nobs preparation finished he looks towards Torms prayer.

The wasp scents Nob behind it. Was it the smell of the last wasp's juices on Nob, or perhaps there something especially delicious about the gnome, whatever it is, it drives the hellwasp crazy.

It spins around and crunches down on Nob's left leg with mandibles like geared shears, cleanly snipping it off at the knee. Pints of sticky hot blood gush from Nob's injury - and the little guy doesn't have many pints to lose.

It all led up to this moment. Angel saw the Wings, it was as if she were floating above them: her soul departing her body. Mighty Seephees Vorizanos, whose strong frame held Angel up when she was drunk with sorrows. Levandum El Tael the blade singer who loved her, and Nob Wright the most unexpected and epic priest of Torm.

And her gaze became fixed on the gnome. An echo out of time as Angel spoke to Nob after his amputation.

People have been underestimating you, for as long as I’ve known you. I’ve underestimated you, hell Nob you underestimated yourself.

Nob looks at the sword, at Zariel, at the sword back at Zariel, at the sword in his hands his own hands and while he wished Oh he truly did wish that Zariel would look at him and find compassion to find the love he had for Elturel, to understand why they had fought their way through hell, but he looked at Zariel and saw none of that...

Sceptics would say Nob never took the time to understand Zariel but that was the problem now Nob did understand Zariel if he thought it would let him save Elturel Nob would sacrifice all of Balders Gate. It made him afraid that he understood her and that was why he looked at her with an almost pleading expression on his face. If Zariel could just say that she knew what she did and that she knew it wasn't right then Nob could... Could what feel better killing her? Empathizing with the enemy was like exactly not what warriors were trained if he, if he thought she understood her mistake and convinced himself the Immortal being would never make the same mistake all he'd be doing was lying to himself.

He looked at Seeph, Seeph who still had such a full life ahead of him, 'Torm' Nob said in silent prayer 'After this keep Seeph's life free of this stuff he has so much else he can do, let him spend time in the forge, it's the least you could do'

He looked at Levandium, he'd never understood Lev fully, he knew Lev's father had had a profound impact on his son's life but Nob hadn't known Lev's father, only his mother, but he'd seen how a few moments had changed Lev 'And Torm, Lev's father, his body If it's not gone Lev deserves his father back.'

He looked at Angel, who had given him the sword, he supposed this made him the leader in the moment. But Angel giving him the sword felt like a silent command the kind a leader made when they didn't want to be blamed for doing the wrong thing, the kind of command a leader gave when they weren't certain of the right decision, but to Nob the command was a command nonetheless.

'don't let Angel fall from command she deserves that place.'

Then he looked at the Torm as he couldn't or wouldn't look at himself.

I'm ready, please keep the wings safe even if this is the end of me don't I pray let it be the end of them."

It was then Nob finally looked back at the sword, he subconsciously formed the sword the sword he'd formed in the battles in Idyllglen the very sword he now held in his hand out of magic this sword could have been Zariel's redemption but that time was over now it was another of Nob's punishments, he figured if he was bearing the punishments to save Elturel then he wasn't falling down Zariel's path...

The phantom sword took control of itself or well it was his decision he supposed it wouldn't have done it without him willing it to but the phantom sword seemed to enter him. And slowly he took the form a Solar? Or was it a Solar? It still had the claw of an Archdevil as a leg and it's hands were covered in thick metal gauntlets metal which the Solar knew it couldn't remove and it had memories, memories in which it feared death and then one moment where it didn't and then here it was Immortal at least it thought but ut feared death so could it die? It didn't know these were things a Solar should know right? Instead all it knew was the Mortals surrounding it and they seemed right, and Torm would Torn Answer the Halfling... Where was the Halfling? Would Torm Answer The Prayers?

For a moment Wrighiel is confused, Brethren? he didn't see any other Solar about but he chalks it up to the solars use of what even for an Immortal being must be ancient language. 'Brethren? Strange' Together Nascius and Wrighiel fly spiraling down, Wrighiel looks back at his wings, he always loved his wings they... sometimes they were the only reason he survived, the wings were the best part of him, someone had taught him that or something like that an Angel, he couldn't remember if the Angel was another Solar a Deva or a Planetar but it didn't matter she was one of the best.

As Wrighiel freed the last chain holding Elturel he was uncertain, Elturel was special he knew he cared for it yet he was no longer sure why.

Swiper
High Concept: Cloak-and-Dagger Cyber-Bug
Trouble: Reluctant Samaritan Syndrome
Free Aspect 1: Born to Be Wired
Free Aspect 2: Counterfeit Person
Relationship Aspect: Jaded Advisor

SKILLS (0 SP unused, 6 used):
+6/ Fantastic: Academics.
+5 / Superb: Athletics.
+4 / Great: Resources.
+3 / Good: Stealth.
+2 / Fair: Contacts, Deceive.
+1 / Average: Burglary, Investigate, Notice, Will.

STUNTS:
Lithesome Combat: can use Athletics to attack physically in the same Zone.
Remote Interface: can interface with electronic devices at up to two Zones away without needing IO peripherals. The actions possible are all the same ones as would be possible by a normal interface.
I Learned That on the ‘Net: spend a FP to use Academics in place of any other skill relating about a studied topic.
Know-it-All: when using I Learned That on the ‘Net, get an extra +2 to your roll.
Refresh: 6 (spent 1 on a Stunt).

Nathan was a country boy who lived on his parents' ranch. Despite everyone always warning folk to be wary of the fey, isolation and childhood innocence allowed the young boy to get different ideas. He dreamed of the fey and their hidden lands with wonder and excitement. Fate indulged him in that fancy as a destroyed cart on the road outside his family farm left behind a pixie in a tiny golden cage. Hiding it from his parents, Nathan named the pixie Starlight, treasuring the creature's innocent nature.

This secret led him to rebelliously question the religion that everyone, including his parents, wanted to push on him. The inquisitive lad and lover of nature decided to move to the big city when he came of age, seeking the world of academics. After graduating, he found himself in great debt and unable to find a job. Defeated, he decided to go back home. Unfortunately for Nathan, the Shadow of the Demon Lord would soon fall on his path.

Nathan met some friends at a roadside inn which was besieged by undead after dusk. Most of them survived the night, but some died. When morning came, the group split into two. One half decided to hunt down the source of the undead while the other half refused to risk their common, small lives. One of the hunters carried an orphaned newborn with him, so he gave the babe to Nathan for protection. That was the last time they ever saw each other. In the next town they found, Nathan spent a good chunk of time learning to survive and fend for himself in harsh situations as a tricky rogue.

While starving from lack of coin and looking for a family to take the baby, a mysterious stranger approached the young rogue. Shadows crept around this stranger, but he offered the hungry Nathan 2 gold crowns in exchange for the newborn he carried. Swallowed by his own suffering from poverty, Nathan lied to himself and accepted the deal. It stained his soul... and his conscience.

After a time, the town drunk disappeared and the town preacher claimed a doorway opened up in the church garden. Nathan and others formed a band to explore beyond the door and find the missing man. Finding themselves in a hidden kingdom of the fey, they would never be able to return. After much trials and tribulations, they found the mad drunk, but not before the land left its mark on the party. Nathan wore a magic mask that could not be removed no matter how hard he tried. This mask called itself the Harlequin. While it fought to subsume Nathan's mind, it also offered him the talents of a masterful thief. In some ways, it succeeded. He couldn't help but think of himself as a gentleman. Additionally, the Gardens of Ynn also claimed the life of another member of the party that was Nathan's closest friend.

Finding an exit to this land of chaos, the party was finally able to escape, but Nathan was petty. The mad drunk was nothing but ungrateful and demeaning since they saved his life. In a fit of rage and grief, the rogue stabbed the drunk before leaving. Another stain upon his soul, but it wasn't the only dark thing he left the hidden kingdom with. Something had infected his mind. A ruinous madness. Nightmares would plague him. Nightmares that ate away at his sanity and slumber, but left no memory once in the waking world. Worse still, these nightmares seemed to be contagious...

Finding themselves in the capital city of the Empire that was embroiled in bitter conflict and misery, Nathaniel made trade with the orcs that were now in power. Over the coming weeks, he learned Dark Speech and found that the power of maddening magics were coming under his instinctive control. His implement for these magics were a black, thorned lily that grew in the spot where his best friend died. It did not seem to wilt, and he wore it upon his shirt.

Trying to survive amidst the conflict between human rebels and orcish slavers, Nathaniel experienced a tender moment that caused him to reconsider his bitter and spiteful ways. A member of the party that seemed insufferable since joining them at the village saved his life from a surely agonizing end. Despite how Nathaniel had treated him throughout their journeys and how awful a man he was, the squire still saved him. This act of kindness endeavored Nathaniel to be better and make up for all that he had done. He already harbored hatred for himself anyway.

Eager to change for the better and redeem himself, Nathaniel tracked down the people taken away by the orcs in the attack that almost claimed his life. By himself. While the rest of the party stayed at the inn, he consumed a potion of invisibilty and went forth. Not only did he succeed in saving them, but he managed to stop rebels from lynching an orc as well. It became obvious to him that the cycle of violence must be brought to an end if the Empire would ever see peace. No matter what it took, he was determined to convince them all to find peace. Even if he died doing it. Nathaniel entrenched himself in philosophy and intellectual debate in order to aid himself in this task. And that is where his tale came to an end...

If you've made it this far, then I want to thank you very much for reading. The unsatisfying ending is due to the campaign itself ending as the GM no longer had time to run it. But the journey of my random little guy generated by some dice had me more invested than any other. I hope this summary makes it apparent why.

Nathaniel finally drifts off to sleep in the middle of the night after a long day of hard, stressful, but rewarding work. He clutches the blanket to his bare chest, letting out a heavy exhale. Sleeping with the Harlequin on his face was uncomfortable in multiple ways, but the young rogue had gotten used to it. The two coexisted much easier now than when they first came together. Even the nightmares that tormented Nathaniel during his first couple of weeks in Caecras did not afflict him this night either. A different kind of dream awaited him in his slumber. It was one of a city that had arduously come to find peace. He wandered the Caecras of his dreams while carrying a baby in his arms, a strong mixture of emotions flowing through him.

I saved you, don't worry.

Visages of people that he believed he could never see again appeared before him, but his mind did not question it. They beckoned Nathaniel close with open arms and smiles. They were happy for him. Tobias took the baby back, thanking Nathaniel and forgiving him for not find her a home. Akil and Gelda forgave him for not following them into the forest to slay Old Nock. Nathaniel and a sober Hettie broached each other awkwardly, but exchanged apologies with one another and shook hands. Wyn came forward with a smile, patting Nathaniel on the shoulder and telling him everything was all right now. His parents and younger brother stood behind the crowd, watching proudly.

I don't need this any more.

The rogue reached up, casually removed the Harlequin from his face. The mask's mouth curled into a smile before disappearing in a flash of light. Nathaniel looked down at his hands which had no gloves or rings upon them. There was no weapon on his waist or his back either. He turned around to see all of his current companions happy for him. Puck panted happily at his feet and Starlight landed upon his shoulder.

I guess even I can have a happily ever after.

He turned to the center of the square they all stood in. The branches of a great tree growing there seemed to block out the sky. In the shade at the base of the tree, a black, thorned lily resided. Then he woke up.