Pavel

Tears welled up in his eyes, as he the boat began to be sink beneath the waves, the stubborn captain was going down with his men and ship. Thirty-two souls were aboard that ship, and as you will find, thirty-one were lost. He had heard that Ambria's oceans were dangerous from folk tales and stories in libraries but, had never expected himself to be the victim of a horrible tale of the tides turning violently alive. He was sheltered to say the least, as a youngling he was taken in by an order of priests, an offering to Zazryx, the god of mercy, he grew to be soft and learned to use his faith as a tool of aid, to help those in need. Now, however, he could do nothing. What once was a peaceful day of sailing the seas towards a continent filled with the wonders of the jungle, became one of horror, and death. It was as if something had been stirred in the deepest depths of the waters, swirling lights erupted into view when he was tossed to the deck, in a thousand different directions these lights flew, as a cacophony of boards breaking and waves breaking and spraying over the sides of the ship. He was dazed, with naught but a mace in his trembling hands. That was when It reared its ugly head, nothing he had read about, or studied had ever born such similarities with the Thing that swayed before him. It swung at the ship with a mighty force unknowable, and all was tossed into the air, twelve seconds of silence there were, only to be broken by the thunderous crash of a splintered ship hitting the surface of the perilous waters. All was dark. within a few hours the stranded child was found lying on a beach, when a paladin of the rock peoples, found him, and brought him to the close town of Bunderiko. Soon afterword the Child known as Pavel, would be recruited by the mayor to investigate a local mystery with a few other adventurers, the party was as such; an uncanny man with limbs and venom like a spider, the paladin made of jade, a sorcerer who never worked a day in his life, and lastly himself, a short statured tundra foxfolk, homesick and afraid, of whatever he might face. (This is a DnD character of mine, a cleric beastfolk, and my greatest skin that I myself have ever made. I hope that my story wasn't too incoherent as I'm still learning how to write. I am hopeful that maybe it's good enough for people to use!


Sincerely, Jiujine