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The Nightmare

Balendar knew that drinking gave him nightmares, but that wasn't going to stop him tonight.  He sat down at the bar and outdrank every patron of the bar. When he had done that and collected the money from the bets made against him, he used his earnings to purchase a nights stay and hobbled up the stairs to his temporary room. He had dreamed of one day owning a tavern, but currently he was stuck just getting drunk in them. He made his way to the bed and his last coherent thought was of how much he was going to regret this before he passed out on the bed still fully dressed.

The nightmare always started the same way. He was still young then, but jaded at the concept of his father leaving them forever, with nothing. Just this gun shoppe, and the small tavern which gave his mother something to do besides cry. It had been 3 years but she still cried herself to sleep every night. It was evening, and the shoppe had just closed, and he had finished a commissioned piece for a gunslinger from out of town who was staying at the tavern. He walked in, quickly finding the man and he delivered the weapon to him. The man looked at the gun for a moment, inspecting every minor detail and he finally put it back down on the table. As he produced the money from his pouch he told the young man “This is the finest weapon i’ve ever had made for me, and as a man who appreciates quality, I want you to have a little more than we agreed upon for the full payment. Please take this”

Balendar quickly and thankfully accepted the money from the man, thanked him for his business and started back over to the bar when the gun slinger called for him to come back. Balendar hesitantly turned and looked back at the man who invited him to sit for a while “you look stressed son, take a seat, take a load off” While Balendar bristled slightly at being called son, he walked back over and took a seat with the gunslinger.

“I’ve noticed you carry your own pistol, but it’s not a high quality one like the one you’ve just made for me, why is that?” Balendar considered his answer for a moment and stated that he simply didn't have the desire to make something nice for himself when he had other orders and jobs to fill for the towns folks including new farm tools and other supplies, it just wouldn't feel right to splurge on something for himself while others were in need. The Gunslinger considered this for a moment as well. He finished his drink and told the young man that he had one last bit of payment for him, and produced his old revolver and presented it to balendar. “Here, take it, give yourself something nice.” Balendar thanked the man, accepted the pistol and began to get up when the alarms started. The sound was unmistakable, the town was being invaded. A screaming took up from the far end of town, and the yells of what could only be Orcs. An invading party was here. The two men exchanged a look, and bolted out of the bar headed for the entrance.

The entire ordeal was really mostly a blur of fire and ash. As the two men stood against the tide of Orcs, feeling one, after the other with the deafening sound of the guns. But it was all for naught, a smaller band had broken off and stormed in from the other end of town, and everything was on fire, the town was not to be saved, but the orcs would not survive, the two men gunned down every last invader they could find and as balendar ran back into his burning home he found the toll he had paid, his mother, slain on the floor. He wept as the building around him slowly burned around him and as he cried he saw the box that had been left for him by his father, and his tears turned to anger, as he slowly rose, and drug himself to the shelf where it was sitting. He grabbed it and as he did he felt the hands of the gunslinger grab him and pull him from the flaming wreckage.

Balendar awake with a start. He was sweating,and he quickly glanced around the room for his things. He saw they were still there and sighed in relief, at both the passing of the nightmare and the fact that he was safe. A sharp rap at the door caused him to draw his pistol. “Ay, are you alright in there, we heard yelling” Ahh, of course they put a guard outside his room, why else would they tell him to stay in town? “Yeah, i'm fine, just thought i saw a dire rat.” “alright, just checking”.

Balendar looked out the window, he knew he wasn't staying but leaving would have to be done under the cover of darkness. Luckily it was not yet sunrise, almost ensuring his escape. He carefully opened the window, as not to make any noise, and he quietly slipped through and down to the ground. As he passed through he only looked back when he heard the alarm bells go off. NOo reason I should be treated like a criminal for doing what was asked of me he thought as he continued into the forest, box safely tucked inside his bag.

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Classes ask meme

Paladin:What's your favorite thing about the world?

Mage:If you could choose a single spell to be able to cast in real life, what would it be?

Rogue:What's your favorite precious stone?

Alchemist:What's something you would like to know about one day?

Barbarian:Do you consider yourself strong?

Ranger:What's your favorite animal?

Bard:What's your favorite song?

Cleric:Are you religious?

Monk:Can you always control yourself?

Fighter:What's something you would fight for?

Druid:What's your favorite kind of tree/plant?

Gunslinger:Have you ever used a firearm?

Samurai:Do you have a strong sense of honor?

Summoner:What's your favorite mythological creature?

Oracle:What's a recurring dream you have?

Psion:If you could read minds, would you do it?

Swashbuckler:Do you consider yourself agile?

Ask away, I've been meaning to get more talkative on here lately.

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The Return From Hell

The next few days passed by in a haze. The journey was mind numbing, thank the gods, because any more thinking about that might just make him sick again. When he finally approached the outer gate of the castle the guards looked at him like he might collapse, and as he began to state his business that exactly what he did.

Balendar woke up in a small dimly lit room, somewhere in the castle if he had to guess. There was a young Cleric standing over him, passing holy light through Balendar in an attempt to make him more whole for a lack of a better term. He sat up, gently pushing the Cleric away from him “Pardon me good sir, you can stop now” he grumbled as started to his feet and promptly almost fell over. The Cleric quickly grabbed him and steadied him, to keep him from hitting his head again for the second time this week.

“It looks like you’re not quite ready for that, here let’s get you in this chair we had custom made, I think you’ll find it to your liking.” As he turned to look the same direction as the Cleric, he noticed a very odd chair indeed, it seemed to have...wheels? Attached to it on the sides, two big ones on the back and two smaller ones in the front. “We call it a wheelchair! Yes it’s a simple name for a pretty interesting design, but it works pretty well, let me show you how it works.”

About a half an hour later and only 2 (okay maybe 4 small) crashes into things Balendar thought he was finally getting the hang of the design. As he wheeled himself into the grand chamber he found the lord of the region waiting for him. One guard stood off to the side with his things in his hand. He uttered a slight cough, more to get the lord's attention, rather than to clear his throat and politely inquired about his things back.

The lord (his name was jenson? Lord Tiemer I think, fuck if i can remember) looked up, very intent with his gaze and began some more of his political bullshit.

“Ah yes, I do see you have returned, um, Brenkendar was it?”

“Not quite but close enough”

“My apologies good sir, yes I see you have returned with the bounty in questions head, as per the contract, but I have a few questions for you” After an awkward silence the lord continued with his questions. “I see you have returned with the head, but we thought the necromancer was not…” he trailed off as a strangely stern voice said, maybe just a little bit too loudly and aggressively: “The most powerful necromancer in the entire LAND?”

“Well , yes” Was the half assed remark that was expected and received. “We really didn’t anticipate that in the initial contract, so we have made an adjustment to the pay for… and that brings me to my next question, where is the rest of your party?”

After several moments of silence Balendar finally spoke up in a voice that truly did not sound like his own. “Dead, m’lord. They’re all dead. We didn't really stand a fucking chance”

Lord Tiemer sat on that for a what seemed like a moment too long, as he contemplated it. “Well, seeing as you are the only one here, I guess this makes splitting the reward, regrettably more simple. I would personally like to offer my condolences for the loss of your- allies, and hope that 3x the originally agreed upon amount will help you find at least a small comfort” Balendar said nothing as the lord had his guard present him with the reward and his possessions. As he turned to leave, he heard the lords voice ring out “also don’t leave town just yet, I may have one last task to ask of you!” Balendar didn’t even pause as he wheeled himself out and made his was toward the blacksmith.

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Balendar backstory for a One-shot

The Gunslinger stepped out of the cave and vomited on the ground in front of him. It wasn’t a pretty sight as one might expect but this one seemed worse than most. The blood was the part causing him the most concern. Not to mention the fact that his “allies” were all dead. Well, most of them, Arnika might still be alive, but he pushed that thought out of his head. No sense worrying about that, there wasn't anything he could do about it. As he finished his unpleasant task, he wiped his mouth and made his way over to a nearby tree to finally take a rest. As he sat down, he took inventory of everything that was left. One gun, got to work on remaking that one later. 3 rounds of ammo left which was really the shitty part, a couple dozen or so pieces of scrap metal which would make ammo, but not a new pistol, fuck that's irritating, enough food for the trip back to the city and the journal. That stupid, good for nothing- enough of that he thought as he put the book away. We can brood about that later he thought as he quickly drifted to sleep.

The job was supposed to be easy. Go to the place, kill the necromancer, come home, get paid then party at the tavern. How  were any of them supposed to know that this “ameture” necromancer was actually the best know necromancer in all of the land; Nox the king of the undead. It was a fucking miracle they even made it to him. Between the traps, the pitfalls, and those damn undead pricks they were all worn out before they even found him. That was supposed to be the easy way in too! Things certainly didn't get any easier once they got to him. The wizard, Haggar was the first poor bastard to die, killed by that necrotic blast of bullshit. He literally withered like an old man in front of us as he turned to dust, screaming for help. The whole damn fight would have been a lot easier if poor Arnika wouldn't have gotten pushed down that well by the undead horde that asshole just materialized out of nowhere. The cleric, Samuel held up pretty well against the undead, but once Nox had decided to actually join the fight he was quickly forgotten by his deity. At least the ranger had held his own until almost the end, but once the dragonborn had put that bolt through Nox’s knee, that was pretty much the end for him. The rogue had died early from the undead as well, being torn asunder. Poor woman never stood a chance. What even was her name? Shit it didn't matter, she was such a fickle prick about everything, including the payment. Good thing she had haggled for more money, had we know it was going to be so hard, maybe… ah forget about that. Having expended most of your ammo before the big fight also isn't a great plan, but having a backup plan probably would have made the situation a lot less dire. The rest, kind of blurs. Nox had approached, limping, fury in his eyes for the inconvenience they had caused him, for coming to stop him, how dare they he looked so angry. When suddenly he didn’t look angry. And instead he had looked scared. There was fire. There was screaming? And inhuman sound from...someone. The last 3 bullets were never fired. There was fire and yelling and the look of terror in his eyes and-

Balendar woke with a start, it was now morning, and he frantically checked his belongings. Nobody had come by in the night to try and claim his things. In a burlap sack on his side was still the head of Nox, which he apparently took the time to get, only after being sure that everyone else was in fact dead, and not reanimated, which honestly was the last thing he would have needed. After making sure everything was in its place, including the last few rounds he had left put into their chambers and made ready, he finally rose from his spot under the sandalwood tree, and started back toward the city.

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reblogging because I really want to give this a try

Hello!

Yes hi, This is my first role play blog with my OC from my pathfinder game. I want to try role playing on here, so..I made this account. And i’d like to try role playing. so. here i am. if you have any questions or comments or you want to roleplay, just shoot me a message. thanks!

[balendarshootsthings]

Hello!

Yes hi, This is my first role play blog with my OC from my pathfinder game. I want to try role playing on here, so..I made this account. And i’d like to try role playing. so. here i am. if you have any questions or comments or you want to roleplay, just shoot me a message. thanks!