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Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

Godric Boneshatter

Location: Ghost's Bastion

It was late in the day when Godric and his force reached the gates of Ghost's Bastion. Luckily, the sun had been veiled by thick clouds for most of the day. Sunshine was not, understandably, the most favourable of conditions for the undead. As the host approached the broken doors, a loud voice called to them. "Halt!" Cried a lesser revenant who stood atop the ramparts. A group of lesser undead stood in Godric's path, their thoughtless eyes staring ahead at him. Godric stared up at the revenant for a moment and said "Either remove this rabble from my path, or watch me do it on my own". The man on the ramparts scowled back at him. "State your business, stranger" he said. "I am Godric Boneshatter, here on orders from the black tower, if you must know" Godric answered. The lesser revenant hesitated, but he called down to the undead beneath him. "Move out of the way scum! Make it fast!". The lesser undead shambled slowly to the side and the host of Godric moved through the gate.

Godric left his horse in the company of an undead servant in the stables, and then went back out into the streets of the broken city. Godric remembered the battle that had left this place in ashes. Untold numbers of undead warriors marched through the gate, slaughtering man, woman, and child. Good. All would find service in the dark army. Now the undead swarmed it in even greater numbers, marching down the winding roads while revenants of all different stature barked orders at them. Occasionally, a lesser wraith would wander by to observe the chaos, then move on to whatever other obscure goal they had in mind.

Suddenly, a ghostly voice spoke Godric's name. He wheeled around to find a lesser wraith, cloaked from head to toe in black. "What do you want?" Godric asked harshly. The wraith answered in an emotionless voice, "I am to escort you to the great hall, a meeting has been called amongst the great leaders". Great leaders? It had been ten years since Godric had been called by any such title. Then again, it had been ten years since it was thought possible to kill Gedeon the Red. And now Godric was being called to sit amongst the generals of Dragonblade tower once again? It seemed as though the world had been flipped on it's head in a matter of a few days.

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

Godric sat on a damp stone, sharpening the long sword across his lap. The cave reeked of decay. He and his fifty undead minions had been camped in this shallow cave east of Gallowsford for nearly three months now. He was used to this routine by now. He would receive his orders, carry them out as quickly as possible, and then return to this filthy dungeon for some ungodly amount of time. Since his banishment from the city, he had been given the task of cleaning up the messes of the master wraith of Gallowsford. Most of the time it was simple work, like hunting down an imperial patrol that wandered too far into the forest, or scaring away a band of foolish fortune-seekers. But not this time.

A lesser undead soldier came to Godric as he sat. "Riders have come from Gallowsford, my lord" it told him. A group of lesser undead, led by a lesser revenant marched towards him. This was the usual sort of rabble that Gedeon the Red, the wraith of Gallowsford sent to him, though something was different about these ones. Usually, they would bear the symbol of a blood red hand on their shoulders, which was the mark of Gedeon. However, these ones bore a crude image of a black sun, with a white dot in the center instead. Godric stood as they approached him. "Ah, I see Gedeon has decided to abandon his ugly banner for an even more distasteful one" he said. The leader smiled with broken teeth. "Gedeon's banner is no more" he told Godric in a scratchy voice. Godric hesitated for a moment. What insolent threat was this? He thought of grabbing his sword from behind him, but resolved to give this pest a moment to explain why he should not be cut down wher he stood. "What is this?" he demanded. "We come with orders for you and your men" the lesser revenant said commandingly. "You are to move your encampment north towards saviour's pass, and meet with a larger force already stationed there".

Godric grew angrier with every word. How dare some foreign host give him orders like this. "Who, if not Gedeon, dares to command me?" he shouted. The leader smiled again, and said "We answer to the black tower". Dragonblade tower? Godric had thought nothing of the rumours of the new inhabitant within that dark palace, but they seemed now to hold some truth. Still, he only laughed at this statement. The messenger looked irritated. "It is unwise to disobey those greater than you, Godric" he said. Godric stopped laughing suddenly, and he grabbed the messenger's neck. The lesser revenant's expression turned to fear. "Perhaps you still need convincing" he said, and he signaled for one of the lesser undead to come forward. It held a bag in it's hands. The bag was opened, and it's contents fell to the floor: head of Gedeon the Red. "Gods have mercy..." uttered Godric as he stepped back, astonished. This was the work of something far more powerful than the ragged band that stood before him. Gedeon was one of the most powerful wraiths west of the iron mountains. "You will answer the call of Magnor Dragonblade".

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

Quick question about the lore; where do wraiths stand in the undead chain of command? Do they hold precedence over revenants?

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

Godric Boneshatter

Name: Godric Boneshatter

Creature Race: Revenant

Gender: Male

Undeath Age: 37

Appearance:

Abilities: The Darkness has gifted him with unnatural strength, and the ability to use his rage to boost this quality.

Talents: Godric has an excellent mind for military strategy and his "men" follow his orders without question because of this ability. He is known for making split second decisions on the battlefield, often saving many of his allies lives. He is skilled with two handed weaponry, and his unholy strength aid him greatly in this department.

Weapons: A long, black hilted blade is his main weapon. While the blade was once shining steel, it is now rusted and chipped from long years without care. The head of a bear, carved from wood, sits at the base of the hilt. He occasionally caries a short, black bow, made of wood from the Corpsewood.

Steed: Godric rides a grey horse, covered in decaying flesh

Magic: Godric is not particularly skilled in any school of magic, and is known to regard magic users as weak. He often dislikes and disobeys wraiths for this reason. The closest thing to magic he uses would be his ability to convert anger and frustration into strength, and even that is somewhat automatic.

The Tale of a Corpse: Godric commanded an imperial force from Gallowsford at the battle of Emperor's Folly, but was slain there. After the battle, he was raised from the dead and was charged with the command of a large number of undead in his home city. At Fort Eleptus, he was pivotal in breaking the garrison, and was quickly moved up through the ranks of the undead, second only to one other revenant in Gallowsford. In I.R. 504, he lead an uprising in an attempt to take control of the town, but was put down by a resident wraith. Despite his disobedience, his life has been spared, but has been exiled from the city and has been forced to command a humiliatingly small force in the iron mountains instead.

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

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Blood, Riches and Glory

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Labyrinth (Magic, Gods, Monsters, Dungeons)

Interested

Dragon's Oblivion (High-Casual Fantasy)

@RyuShura

I apologize for my retardation, but could you elaborate?

Dragon's Oblivion (High-Casual Fantasy)

@AgentFallenSoul

Mr. Sock works too, that's pretty dope.

Dragon's Oblivion (High-Casual Fantasy)

@RyuShura

Sorry, my bad. Moved the CS. Also, just call me SOK.