Davynn S. Pumtumn
Davey, Darkling, Son of a Banshee, Half Wit, Scarecrow

Chaotic Neutral Half-Elf (Criminal/Spy)
Sorcerer 8
Warlock 1
58 / 58 HP
STR
9
DEX
16
CON
16
INT
14
WIS
12
CHA
19

Campaign & Party

Fri 11th Aug 2023 03:40

The Maze 3: The Rival

by Davynn S. Pumtumn

Davynn hesitantly approaches the seated figure, currently closely inspecting the Sliver. The black skeletal hand now hovering just over their right wrist. Holding the Sliver securely but possessively. The black figure bones like a bird cage. Getting slightly closer, Davynn felt and strong tingling sensation emitting from them. The faint smell of bonfire fills his nose. Two elven ghosts apparate to flank the seated figure. The ghosts who's graves he unearthed from his childhood."Belfast? Brady?" Davynn thought to himself.
The figure had a prominent head of long white hair. Spiked and standing on end, as if fully electrified. The tips of their ears hidden by their brushed back straw-like hair.With a chin beard of the same prickly white. The figure takes their intense gaze and attention off the the Sliver to Davynn. Neon orange pin point pupils in dark grey sclera. His skin sunken but with familiar features. A deathly purple color, not like the complexion of a drow, like Davynn originally thought from a distance. More like lividity, the bluish-purple discoloration of skin after death. The upper half of the face perpetually covered in darker shade, like a sourceless shadow.
"Ah, you made it! You are finally here! Just needed a little push under pressure. Come hither Darkling! Welcome to our Reunion!"
Is sitting cross legged and bear footed, with a "Spine Bone Scepter" resting in front of the stranger. Also notices Gretta's necromantic magic item: the Grave Gourd, at his side "Please... Sit" gestures in front of him. Davynn unsure if the discolored souls of his feet were just from dirt or blood that had settled from Livor mortis.
Davynn defiantly refuses to sit.
"It was you who did that, right? What did you do to Tabitha?"
“Hmm? It is the test, it is the dream. Life is but a dream floating right into another dream.”
"What are you talkin about? More like a nightmare! Who are you?"
"Ah, still playing dumb I see..."
"Have you died? ...have I died?"
"No, but you have been having quite of few of brushes with Death lately, Davey... Which brings me to my point: the Slivers"
Starts reciting the story of Fleet again:
 
"Upon that land of dirt and soil, our hero fell and did not stir! His body spent, his strength undone, Fleet the hero was no more! The storm approached and found him there, it’s stilled and stopped upon its course. The rains, they fell. The winds, they blew. But forward, they could not progress. For Glory lit and light alive, for goals unreached and aims to strive. All men must try, the winds did see. It is the test, it is the dream.
So in that land of dirt and soil, our hero stopped the storm itself. And while the rain came down, like tears, our Fleet refused to end this race.
His body dead, but not his will; within those winds, his soul did rise. It flew upon the day’s last song, to win the race
and claim the dawn. Past the sea and past the waves, our Fleet no longer lost his breath. Forever strong, forever fast, forever free to race the wind"
 
The undead host surrounding them all repeat the last part in unison: "...our Fleet no longer lost his breath. Forever strong, forever fast, forever free to race the wind"
"Yes!" The stranger suddenly jumps up enthusiastically! Grasping his spinal scepter is his hand of bone, and driving the Sliver shard into his hand of flesh. Not flinching or wincing at this act.
"Achieve invulnerability and immortality! Untouchable, like wind, like shadow! Never have to hurt ever again. Never have to live in fear...Death will be no concern of yours! Race the Wind and Death for the fun of it! Those you run from shall run from you. Or, better yet, they shall run to you to do your bidding! With the Slivers, this is possible!"
"So... are you Fleet or are you the Rival?" Davynn asks wearily. Slowly backing away.
Thunder booms as an orange neon lighting blot strikes down, the straw effigy of the Rival catching fire.
"Never mind! Sully, let's get the hell out of here!"
Davynn notices a Hound of Ill Omen respond to the name, but is summoned out of the stranger's shadow instead. Its upper jaw skull exposed. The stranger gives Davynn eerily familiar smirk and darkly chuckles. A sudden gust of wind blowing away his hair to reveal the tips of his half elven ears. Markings on his forehead start glowing. Serges of plasma just under the surface of the skin. Two jagged scars like his own.
“I’m your darkest thought, Davey…I am everything you can become and I am proud to be your destiny.”
 
 
 
 
 
 

Davynn's Journal Ordered oldest to newest

  1. Response Letter to Mysterious Note:
    26 May 2023 02:14:00
  2. Shadow Touched: Learning to Walk
    29 May 2023 10:25:46
  3. Tabitha Nightshade: The Nocturne Lady
    29 May 2023 10:29:59
  4. The Maze 1: Dead Ends
    10 Aug 2023 11:25:14
  5. The Maze 2: The Center
    11 Aug 2023 02:11:54
  6. The Maze 3: The Rival
    11 Aug 2023 03:40:13

The major events and journals in Davynn's history, from the beginning to today.

The list of amazing people following the adventures of Davynn.

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