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The story of Tyailin
Posted: 29 Jun 2005 09:39 AM |
((Standard OOC disclaimer: Any information gained in these posts is strictly OOC information only and posted only for your amusement))
Detailied in these pages lies the story of Tyailin Caiaphas, the elf from Port Royale. In the next 5 chapters, you shall hear about the early life of Tyailin. You shall hear of his background, and you shall hear of his fall.
The beginning
“Ty! TY! Get back here now! Stop playing with those fools and clean up in here! If you don’t come here this instant I swear by all that is good and holy that you won’t ever see the light of day again."
"TYAILIN CAIAPHAS, GET HERE NOW!”
This was just before the incident, just before I changed irreversibly.
It was an average kind of day, my mother struggling to keep me and my brother Zurishadai in check, and stop us from wandering off to play with “the wrong crowd”, which basically consisted of the kids of the underworld of Port Royale.
We lived in Port Royale with Mother only, as Father still lived in Ferein. He preferred to stay there and live with the rest of his kin instead of following Mother and us to Port Royale.
Mother fled from Ferein to escape the accusing glares.
Mother was rumoured to have had a secret love affair with a high-ranking Midoran priest, and Zurishadai was her love child. This news was disturbing to say the least to my father, as he tried to uphold a noble image of our family.
Father essentially disowned Mother, and effectively castrated me and Mother from himself.
Mother was pregnant with Zurishadai at this time, and I was the only child at that time.
Mother and I arrived in Port Royale and we were able to settle in quite comfortably. In Port Royale no one really cared about the story of an elven mother and child arriving, and there were no accusing stares as most of the residents had a secret or two of themselves to hide themselves.
Mother delivered Zurishadai shortly after arriving in Port Royale. Zurishadai was definitely different from a normal elf, but instead of possessing human characteristics like he was rumoured to have, he instead was smaller in size than a normal elf, his ears and nose were misshapen and he had an excellent aptitude for magic.
Zurishadai performed in the inns around Port Royale, doing minor illusionary tricks with his magical talent.
My interest in music most probably came from my elven heritage, being around the magical music of the elves of Ferein. I was always whistling, and I always was being the centre of attention in whatever situation I was in.
My musical talent, however, was sparked when Mother bought me my first lyre from Johannes music shop. I played in the inns around the Port Royale Docks, later with the side acts of Zurishadai, until we were able to earn enough to keep us living comfortably, with most of the things that we needed.
Life was good. There were friends a plenty, and if you knew where to look, jobs that were suitable for small and dextrous elven fingers. That was until, of course, everything changed.
[OOC information for Tyailin Caiaphas at the time]
Name: Tyailin Caiaphas
Race: Elf
Age: Child
Class: Bard/rogue
Deity: None.
Family:
Mother- Known as Mother by Tyailin (living in Port Royale)
Father- Known as Father by Tyailin (living in Ferein)
Brother- Zurishadai (Unsure of parentage)
Likes: Performing in inns, Zurishadai, Mother, money, hanging around with the ‘wrong crowd’
Dislikes: Port Royale nobles, Father, cleaning.
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The story of Tyailin - The beginning. Part 2
Posted: 03 Jul 2005 01:41 AM |
I heard Mother calling on the day of the incident.
“TYAILIN CAIAPHAS, GET HERE NOW!” You know when Mother calls you by your full name that she is getting serious, and soon the wooden spoon would be pulled out of the cupboard.
“COMING MOTHER!” I called back.
I quickly left the group of young thugs and future criminals that I was talking to, and quickly ran home.
When I arrived everything seemed normal. Mother was standing in the doorway with her usual facial expression when she knew that I had been doing something that she didn’t want me too. It was a curious mixture of worry, anger, sadness and a whole host of other feelings mixed into one. Somehow, Mother always knew when I had done something wrong.
“Get straight inside Tyailin. Have a look at the state of this place! You were meant to clean up this morning before you left. And just what are you doing with these?” She was holding up some thieving tools and had an accusatory look upon her face.
“Thanks Mother, I was looking for those!” I said as I took them from her hand.
“I have to go out for the moment; the owner of Café Del Mar wants to speak with me.” I said.
Mother knew that I had wanted a job there for a long time; it was where all of the famous Bards from Port Royale had performed before their famous travelling careers. Mithrandir, Glamorgan, Aberthol, Pelles, Brynn and even some of the more obscure, barbaric bards like Y Gwynt-Canwr and Cerdd Gwynt. To perform at the Café Del Mar was the beginning of a life filled with riches beyond any ones wildest dreams.
I quickly ran to my room and gathered up my belongings. I placed my lyre upon my back, and grabbed my dagger that was hidden in my pillow case and placed it in my boot. (Mother never was fond of weapons in the house.) On sudden impulse, I went into my cupboard and pulled out my most treasured possession. The diary of my grandfather Dolosus, a man I had always looked upon with great respect.
I shared many aspects with him, judging from his diary. I quickly stuffed this in my backpack and then gathered some spare clothes and other such belongings. I thought I’d take a trip to Buckshire perhaps, and go on an adventure with some halfling friends. We were planning to go adventuring amongst the Standing Stones, and even go check out Carfax (we were sure that it wasn’t truly haunted, it was just a tale mothers tell their children to stop them from having fun. We were truly naive.)
I ran up the streets of Port Royale; partly to escape from Mother and partly because I had forgotten all about the meeting I had planned beforehand.
The meeting went well, and I was booked in to play there on a trial basis next week. I strutted all the way back to the docks to tell Mother the good news, and even bothered to tip my hat to some of the richer noble folk around the top half of town (I don’t think I’ve ever seen them more offended).
As soon as I reached the docks however I knew something was wrong. There was a boat that had not been there before I left docked on the jetty, and there was barely a soul on the streets. The people I did see where either tightly shut in their house, or hurrying off somewhere. Even the merchants had packed up shop.
As I neared home I began to get more and more worried. The people who I saw were filled with fear, barely contained beneath the surface. Those that I knew quickly shut their doors, or looked on me with pity. Something was definitely wrong.
[OOC information for Tyailin Caiaphas at the time]
Name: Tyailin Caiaphas
Race: Elf
Age: Teenager
Class: Bard/rogue
Deity: None.
Family:
Mother- Known as Mother by Tyailin (living in Port Royale)
Father- Known as Father by Tyailin (living in Ferein)
Brother- Zurishadai (Unsure of parentage)
Likes: Performing, Zurishadai, Mother, money, dabbling in the underworld of Port Royale, adventuring with like-minded halflings
Dislikes: Port Royale nobles, Father. |
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The story of Tyailin - The beginning. Part 3
Posted: 07 Jul 2005 05:44 AM |
As I began to get closer, and was just around the corner I saw men in white armour, and there was the horrid stench of burning and something else, another underlying smell, barely masked by the smoke.
Just before my house the street was packed full of these strange humans. They were forming a solid wall steel with their shields, and barred all entry to the alley of my home. Being elven, I was able to sneak under their noses (Humans are always so daft) and I turned the corner to my house.
There, laying in the street, were three singed corpses of these strange men and there were other men in red cloaks examining these bodies. This wasn’t what caught my attention however. Laying at the end of the alley, just outside of home was Zurishadai. He was obviously dead, as around a whole quarrel of bolts were penetrating his small body. Being elven, I was still slightly in touch with the magic’s that surround Vives. I could sense that these bodies were torched with magic, and it was fairly obvious that Zurishadai had put up a good stand against these men. As I watched, these men hauled Zurishadai’s body into my burning home.
An indescribable rage filled me. An unknown feeling, hate, filled me until I was ready to burst. These men were going to suffer. They were going to pay. They were going to die slowly and painfully. They were going to tell me everything about them, and then more. They were going to betray their family, friends and faith. And at that moment when they finally crack and realise their betrayal in all its hideous glory, they were going to die so that they could do nothing to redeem themselves.
I followed these men as they tramped their way back to the ship. In an honest match, hand to hand, I would be no match for these men. But they were in my realm now.
[OOC information for Tyailin Caiaphas at the time]
Name: Tyailin Caiaphas
Race: Elf
Age: Teenager
Class: Bard/rogue
Deity: None.
Family:
Mother- Known as Mother by Tyailin (Unsure of status)
Father- Known as Father by Tyailin (living in Ferein)
Brother- Zurishadai (Deceased)
Likes: Performing, Zurishadai, Mother, money, dabbling in the underworld of Port Royale, adventuring with like-minded halflings.
Dislikes: Port Royale nobles, Father, Humans (especially ones in white cloaks). |
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The story of Tyailin - The beginning. Part 4
Posted: 03 Nov 2005 05:12 PM |
Staying to the shadows as I had learnt from my halfling friends, I quickly concussed the last man as he was walking away with a heavy brick lying by the side of the road.
I gathered up other pebbles that were lying by the road, grabbed my sling I had practiced with so often knocking bottles off of a wall, and slipped back into the shadows. Creeping along quickly, I followed these men until one of them stopped to scratch his head.
“Stupid move” I whispered under my breath as I hurled a rock straight into the temple of the man.
I quickly took to the shadows once again. The final man turned around, obviously looking for his two friends that had followed him out of the alley. He walked back and saw the dead corpse of the previously killed man. Just as he opened his mouth to call for backup, he found that his throat had been unexpectedly severed. As he collapsed on the ground, I quickly hurried to mouth of the street that led to the docks, still staying in the shadows.
As I watched the final men on the ship board, I spotted something odd on the mast. Upon closer inspection I realised it was Mother. She was tied on the mast, and the men around her were obviously enjoying some female company on the boat. Again, rage and hate simmered inside of me. The hate slithered around inside of me, like a great serpent.
For a moment, I was on that brink. This was the moment that would shape my life. This was my defining point in time. What happened here would change my life forever. I hung onto the edge of nature, I barely grasped the good that is evident in all life.
Love, justice, loyalty. All these things were on the brink of being destroyed.
[OOC information for Tyailin Caiaphas at the time]
Name: Tyailin Caiaphas
Race: Elf
Age: Teenager
Class: Bard/rogue
Deity: None.
Family:
Mother- Known as Mother by Tyailin (Captured by Midoran clergy)
Father- Known as Father by Tyailin (living in Ferein)
Brother- Zurishadai (Deceased)
Likes: Performing, Zurishadai, Mother, money, dabbling in the underworld of Port Royale, adventuring with like-minded halflings, killing, revenge, hatred.
Dislikes: Port Royale nobles, Father, Humans (especially ones in white cloaks). |
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Re: The story of Tyailin - The beginning. Part 5
Posted: 05 Nov 2005 06:40 PM |
And then he was there. I knew it was him, it couldn’t be anybody else. It was Zurishadai’s father. There he stood, as proud as any man could be. He was grinning from ugly, misshapen ear to misshapen ear.
And then, there was the scream.
Her scream ended it all. The decision was made. The living, writhing serpent inside of me devoured my very soul. I was no longer me. I lost my grip onto all that was pure and good in this world. Hate overcame me. Hate was me.
Again, I welcomed the comforting embrace of hate that I had become familiar with upon seeing the body of Zurishadai but this time I had no self control.
I was a tool of hate, of anger, of rage. Of all that embodied the darker side of nature.
As if watching the scene from another’s eyes, I saw myself quickly run up to the jetty of the docks. Grabbing a barrel of flammable tar that was abundant on the docks, I threw it upon the boat. Before the men and the gnome knew what was happening, I struck up a torch inside of my pack that I had stored away for my planned adventures with the halflings from Buckshire.
I threw the flaming torch upon the boat, and quickly found cover amongst the docks of Port Royale. I peered up from my cover, and saw the ensuing explosion from the tar and the torch.
A fireball, like one that Zurishadai would perform so often in the inns except much bigger, tore through the ship, incinerating all in its path. As I saw that ship burn, along with Mother, I could only feel hate, and anger. No sadness was allowed to permeate my soul. Sadness was reserved for the weak, for those that lack the strength to deal with the truth of the world.
[OOC information for Tyailin Caiaphas at the time]
Name: Tyailin Caiaphas
Race: Elf
Age: Teenager
Class: Bard/rogue
Deity: None.
Family:
Mother - Known as Mother by Tyailin (Deceased)
Father - Known as Father by Tyailin (living in Ferein)
Half-brother - Zurishadai (Deceased) (half-elf)
Likes: Killing, revenge, the comfort of hatred.
Dislikes: Life, love, sadness, mercy, loyalty, justice.
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So ends the beginning of Tyailin Caiaphas. He quickly left Port Royale and travelled the world. He worked in pubs and taverns when he could, or just performed on street corners. Eventually his travels took him into the Four Winds Inn, where the next part of the story begins. |
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The journal of Tyailin
Posted: 16 Jan 2006 07:32 AM |
((OOC disclaimer: This is all ooc information, as Tyailin would never reveal this to anyone. RP accordingly))
An ornate book lies on the final resting place of Tyailin Caiaphas. Opening the book, you see that it is a journal and you open it to the first entry.
--Journal of Tyailin Caiaphas--
Entry 1
I have decided to keep a log of my thoughts and activities in this journal. Why, I don't really know. Perhaps as a lasting legacy of what I have caused in this world.
I suppose that I should start with everything that has happened so far. I traveled after that night in Port Royale. Never staying in one place for too long, I moved from Four Winds Inn to Buckshire. I then went down to Midor, Brandibuck and Paws.
After my brief trip around the main areas of Vives (not Ferein though, for I refuse to go back to that place to be surrounded by them) I returned back to the Four Winds Inn. Much had changed since I had left, and there was a lot that I had to learn again.
Since I had plied my trade to earn a living in the world, I became a fairly accomplished musician. As such I attached myself to some aspiring hero that would pay any amount of money to hear a song about himself and his "glorious deeds". I eventually broke off all contact with this "hero", after milking as much money as I could out of him. I decided to revisit Port Royale and see if I could find some work. News was spreading about some disease or sickness spreading in Ferein, and some fools (some call them "heroes") were off on a heroic campaign to save the world. Naturally I got involved, but probably not for the reason that any of the rest of them did.
Perhaps this would be a good time to go off on a tangent. I, Tyailin Caiaphas, am a follower of Menarok. After committing these words to paper, I must now be secretive to who I choose to show this to. I have grown to learn about the god Menarok while I was on my travels. My grandfather, whose journal was one of the things I took before leaving my home forever, was also a follower and worshipper of Menarok. He secretly worked to undermine any and all good attempts in this world, and was likened to a worm by those who knew his true nature, burrowing away at the foundations to make even the most resolute plan collapse. Learning the true nature of Menarok, and learning how to conceal your true nature, led me to follow in my grandfathers footsteps.
Upon learning that these idiotic fools were planning to take something from the Lord of Trickery, Murder, Hate and Deceit I decided that perhaps this would be the best chance for me to practice the skills that I had learnt. I followed these adventurers right into the heart of Netharu, then "accidentally" tripped the alarm. Needless to say, the whole expedition was one big fat failure as the artifact that they were seeking was destroyed. I did try to make them sell their souls to Menarok, but they were rather ... unreceptive to the idea. One adventurer that came along suffered the hospitality of Nu'men, which was a rather pleasing outcome.
Returning back to where the quest started off from, the adventurers were infuriated that I had caused the mission to fail. One ugly little fat dwarf turned me to stone, but thankfully I was saved from that by a dull-witted travelling companion (a half-orc if I can remember properly). Next a priestess of Elbereth tried to force me to speak true answers to her, but thankfully I was kept safe from their magic by the great god Menarok and lied straight through my teeth. A rather good performance if I don't say so myself. The elven witch didn't believe me however, and decided to blind me. Obviously she shall die a horrible, painful, slow death.
Stumbling out into the world after being struck blind, I met a young halfling that I had met once before. She chose to introduce me to a group known as the Black Hand (now receiving a less than warm welcome in Port Royale. The fools) Realising the potential to learn some more skills, I signed up to become an assassin. What better skill is there for a follower of Menarok then to wait for an opportune moment and deliver a killing strike from the shadows, before fading back out of sight.
I was ordered to follow a human and try to find out any secrets that he has. Infuriatingly, he refuses to tell me anything. The fool.
Anyway, this is how I meke out an existence. Plotting and devising from the dark, and having to endure being pleasant to everyone around me. I even had to attend a social gathering on some island off the coast of Port Royale. A dull-witted half-orc showed up and generally made a fool of himself, (I wonder if being completely and utterly stupid comes with the race), and ugly short fat dwarf came and decided to throw rocks (again, I wonder if all dwarves have to be fat, ugly and short) and some rather appealing women attended. Even if they did decide to speak in the tongue of Ferein. And to top off one of the most dullest parties I have ever gone to, the ladies asked me to tell a story. Bah! And one about love of all things. I quickly made up some stupid story about a princess finding her soul-partner. As if we are destined to love someone. All that the future holds for someone is death, and what use is love if you are dead? |
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