Nakor
The Blue Rider Nakor (a.k.a. Nakor)
Early in his life Nakor was tasked by the heavens to combat evil where ever he found it. He was also granted with a sense of preminition of where such evil could be sought consequently finding it a bit to often. Unluckily for him he one day was struck in the head by a goliath, causing him to forget everything before this point. This event, unfortunate it may be, luckily unlocked his inner magic cababilities. Nakor doesn't know why now, but he generally finds himself in the wrong place at the wrong time constantly. His previous creed and abilites only showing as an instinct to go to certain places where evil generally awaits.
I don't remember much. Except that damned goliath. I wake up with his ugly mug above mine, not knowing what have occured. Suddenly I am shoting fire out of my hands. The big ugly one seemed firendly and familiar though.
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System
Dungeons & Dragons
Class
Sorcerer
Subclass
Wild Magic
Dungeons & Dragons
Class
Sorcerer
Subclass
Wild Magic
Alignment
Chaotic good
Current Location
Species
Honorary & Occupational Titles
- The Blue Rider (by himself)
- Prince of Heaven (Exiled)
- Warrior of the Spears of Heaven (Deserted)
Age
150
Birthplace
Kang
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Brown
Hair
Black
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Yellow brown
Height
4 ft 7 in
Weight
120 ib
Quotes & Catchphrases
There is no magic!
What lurks in the deep dark
What can I say. These last few days have beem tough. Not only have my new friends (the big singing brute and pale as death age changer) used fire to summon some form of most likely non firendly entity from the lower planes (seriously i thought were done with those), but we also managed to sail straight into a crew shipwrecked on a small islet. As the good servant of the people I am I suggested we rescue them. Getting closer they however yelled for us to stay away. Almost immediately our smaller craft was rocked by something huge at what point big singing brute started rowing us back to the Mermaid. Upon returning and submerging (seriously more ships ought to be able to do that! So convinient!) we were greeted by the largest eyes and head I've ever seen (honestly, the head was the size of our entire ship).
The others now began doubting their intent to save the poor souls on the islet. Cowards! Unperturbed I did what any truly good and well meaning man would. I turned into a dragon and swam over to them. The Big eyes Huge head thing gave chase at speed but for some reason suddenly lagged behind (or I became faster, that sounds better!) Reaching the islet I was hailed as Worwason. For the first time in a long time I felt truly honoured (Me being mixed up with one of the true beings of goodness i've meet, what a day). I sadly had to correct their mistake by returning to my normal form and sending them away from danger. I thought about sending them to Rivenjing (all people should see that place sometime!) Since quite a few were of the punier human kind though i refrained (my people can sometimes look upon the weaker races with contempt resulting one or two accidentally lost heads, such things happen) instead sending them to Zarastil with a greating to the King. That will be fun!
Before leaving one of the shipwrecked gave me the reason for their travels, to explore an old temple, as well as a map to reach it. Returning to the mermaid I magnanimously shared the map, convincing the party to make a detour on Jeans "not at all top secret mission" that she refuses to tell anybody about for reasons that are "not at all because it's a top secret mission" (I ought really to sneak into her chambers and look through some pappers, for the good of the crew of course). After looking at Big eyes Huge head one last time (on second though more ships going below the waves might not be such a good idea) we lost it in the shallows (the downside of being the size of a mountain became obvious) and swiflty (pun intentend) went to the sight of the temple.
After the party landed I was convinced by Jean to do some scouting due to my obvious qualification of being able to turn into other things. Turning into a seagull however proved to be unwise. Having only turned into creatures of similar intellect I was not aware of the cognitive shifts caused by such shape shifting. Turns out seagulls aren't very smart. It also turns out that they are very good at fishing (I can still feel the taste...). We have now decided to hike to the temple tomorrow. I am starting to feel that perhaps I am bad at learning. Several times in the last months I've found myself in deep dark places more often than not with my life at stake. An under water temple filled with brain eaters, Abbadon, cave with stinky worm thing (rude to just eat people alive, at least kill them first!), in the depths with Big eye Huge head and most scary of them all, Timmies basement dorm (how in the name of heaven did they get that place so dirty???). Tomorrow we are going into a deep dark jungle to visit a deep dark temple. If my luck holds I will soon be in the fight of my life, again (I will of course win, but still). I just can't seem to learn. Or perhaps I'm drawn to the lingering evil in these places, what do i know. And in the off chance that someone else finds this (which you won't), I'm dead (becasue I'm not). Look through my bag and please take care of the hens. The large brown one is Wāndòu and the smaller darker one is Xiédài de. Most likely they will have tired of eating oranges.
A letter long in sending
Beloved Brother!
I hope that you are well! It was far too long since I wrote and for that I am sorry. Unforeseen circumstance kept me after the disaster in Dagetov and later Karakhasa. Our suspicions regarding Gèrén proved correct, leading to disastrous consequences. It must end! I am as steadfast in my convictions as ever! Are the plans still in motion?
I for myself is well! I have fallen back into my previous position as a diplomatic representative of our glorious nation. The chance of bumping into another in my position ought to be less than zero since our homeland is reticent to send out representatives at the best of times. We have not been forgotten and I am being awarded the highest state honors, when no grudges are at play. Sadly there are quite a few of those, some old and some new. If you by chance hear anything about an incident in Zarastil the situation is dealt with. Other circumstances are inconsequential at the time.
How is the situation at home? Are the people content? What more troubles caused by Nánrén? At times like this sleeping at a cheap inn I do miss the down mattress of my room in the palace, or even my tent in The Spears. Do not worry about me though! Life is not as pampered as in our youths, but I am getting by. The company I have managed to keep has for the most part been nice, if somewhat nosy and impatient. I guess that is what happens when you live for but 80 years.
For the sake of discretion my location must remain unknown. Replies can be left in the customary location rotations starting with the next one on the list from the place you picked this one up in. Pickup will if possible follow in twice the regular timeframe. Please keep me updated on what happens at home and especially concerning Zhànshì.
Best wishes!
BR
PS: The bag you gave me is a life save, quite literally. I must tell you the next time we meet!
Ha! I got the quill!
Today began great! I once again looked at the big feathery things that charged us during the night. Big metal lady called them owlbears. I have never seen one before so this was very interesting. I will remember to not charge one head on like angry cow man did. He is funny, but I fear, not very intelligent. To bad the did not have wings, could have been fun to see them fly.
After having convinced the others to keep walking by walking out of the camp so they felt the needed to keep up to protect me (fools, the blue rider needs no protection but I will let them think themselves powerful) we chanced upon a dead man laying by the side of the road. He had paper and quill which is very good since i left mine in the inn when we began this journey. Big friend headsmasher will never suspect me of "borrowing" it from time to time. This makes me very happy since i now can write down what the fools are doing.
Having the need to cross a river guarded by an angry troll obsessed with riddles who for some unknown reason did not want to play dice (who does not want to play dice???), I was able to convince him that whatever we answered was correct. The faces the others made when he accepted oranges as an answer was worth dying for, something we luckily did not have to since the troll admitted defeat and let us cross the river, on our own accord, since he smashed the bridge. Now a tame flying owlbear would have been very usefull, if only the stupid things were more owl than bear... Must say this was a very clever and funny troll. I must return with a cow some day, to see what he does with it.
Later we actually found the big smelly thing we are after. Angry cow man proceded to go to sleep as as we did. Very odd creature indeed, he does not sleep like his kin. I must try to find out what sort of grass hea eats. Regardless me and big metal lady stayed up to plan our attack. She wants to use tactics. Blah!!! What plan one has is useless once fighting starts. I say just go in and throw some fire at them! Much more fun! She also tried to convince me that i had shrunk, what a silly woman.
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