Devainiel, Deadly Devain

Character Name— Devainiel, Deadly Devain
Player NameDrake PhyreDrake Phyre
Concept— Half-Elven Assassin hired to kill Pol MacMurchu for Thirty Silver. The job unfinished he still has the Thirty Silver coins. The son of a whore in grondinium his father unknown to him. His hatred for his father has manifested in his hatred for elven kind when he was younger he was raised to be an elf by his mentor Aneathylium. When he saw what his mentor did to his ward he became disillusioned about all elves his response to the betrayal of trust an out right hatred.
Lifepaths— Born Wilder Elf, Lead to Citadel, Seafarer, Lead to Protector, Soother, Lead to Path of Spite, Griever, Murderer
Age— 121


Fate Persona Deeds
Earned: 27 10 2
Spent: 21 5 2
Remaining: 6 5 0


Wi Pe Ag Sp Po Fo
B4 B6 B5 B4 B4 B4


Hea Ref MW Ste Hes Res Cir Multi. Spite
B4 B5 B10 B8 6 B1 B2 x3.5 B6
PTGS Su: B3 Li: B5 Mi: B7 Se: B8 Tr: B9 Mo: B10

Skills— Bow B2, Dark Elf-Wise B3, Dirge of Terror B2, Doom of Strength B2, Elven Script B3, Garrotte B2, Intimidation B2, Knives B4, Lullaby to Sorrow B3, Lyric of Healing B2, Poisons B5, Rhyme of the Mariner B2, Rope Chant B2, Rowing Training, Sing B2, Song of Soothing B2, Spear B2, Weather-song B2


#1 Once you take a job you only spend the money once the job is done.
#2 Elves are no better than men they just have longer noses to look down at you with.
#3 Forests are just havens for cowards and killers.


#1 Draws a dagger whenever someone gets rough with the girls.
#2 Growls whenever Pol Mac'Murchu is mentioned.
#3 Glares at any tree he sees.
Gear— Plated Leather Armour, Elven Clothes, Mannish Clothes, Elven Shoes, Mannish Shoes, Elven Arms (Throwing Daggers, Daggers, Longsword), Necklace (30 Silver Sovereigns on a throng)
Property— The Rusty Dagger
Affiliations— 1D Grondinium Working Girl's Guild (Business Associate)
1D Grondinium Assassin's Guild (Retired Member with a Welcoming Establishment. Is allowed to take the occasional odd job as though still a member. I.E. They can conduct deals at the Rusty Dagger but not deeds.)
1D Ivanov's Girls (Welcoming Establishment)
Reputations— 1D Deadly Devain
Relationships— Employee: Lulla Eventider (Minor)
Employee: Mara Midwinter (Minor)
Employee: Katerazia FireWalker (Minor)
Mentor: Aneathylium (Minor, forbidden, hateful/rival)
Banned Whore-monger: Alexander Ivanov (Minor, forbidden, hateful/rival)
Client: Marie Andole (Minor) Was a good client who paid well and up front, so he still does odd job's for her now and then. Sometimes its to extract information other times to obtain items, hasn't hired him his official capacity. Originally hired him for his fabled discretion (Once refused to tell the head of the guild who hired him for a job.) and professional ethics.
Spells or Rituals
Traits— [Char] Born Under the Silver Stars, [Dt] Essence of the Earth, [Char] Fair and Statuesque, [Dt] First Born, [Dt] Keen Sight, [Dt] Spite, [Char] Murderous, [C-O] Dexterity of the Cat, [Char] Hatred of Forests

Weapon Type I M S Add VA WS Strike Dist
Bare Fisted 2 4 6 2 0 Fast Shortest
Weapon Notes
1 Two-handed, may not be used with a shield2 May Great Strike


Devain slinked down the alleyways that lead to the docks. His clients had paid the full amount in advance, he remembered staring at the thirty slaves as they handed him his thirty silver. They wanted one man dead, a slaver by the name of Mac Murchu. They paid the price, so the job was as good as done. The crescent moon lit up the docks now and again. Timing his approach Devain speed through the darkness, taking cover behind several crates. He'd heard of this Mac Muchu in the Rusty Dagger, a local dive where sailors drink and wench. He even remembered the story the old bastard at the bar told him earlier that night. How did it go again? he mused to himself as he waited for the moon to hide once again.

"Now listen boy you stay away from that ship you hear!" the old barkeep said glaring at him. "Its cursed and death follows in its wake! Don't you know the stories lad, only the deaf are safe from old Mac Murchu's curse."

"I don't believe in curses you old fool! Come on tell me of this curse!" Devain scoffed, as silence drifted across the pub. Devain look around surprised by the suddenly still air. As he looked back at the barkeep the old man's eyes fell as he sat back.

"I don't rightly remember her name, but then she never spoke but below the waves." his hand dipped behind the bar and he poured a glass of fine whiskey. Sliding it toward Devain, he took a quick swig and continued. "It was back when Seven Lives still had one left to lose. See he'd been pocketing the rum money and watering it down, smuggl'n contraband in the barrels. The only reason he got caught is because he'd emptied two of the barrels at once, we never did find out what he'd smuggled to Granmar. Old Pol was all in a huff and so was we. We took turns hitt'n him with clubs and such, but Pol was out for blood. He had us lash two wheel stones to his ankles and put em out on the plank. He wouldn't jump, so old Pol slashed him across the throat with his cutlass." he laughed and smirked as he took another swig. "Old Pol was like that. You never crossed him and you never messed with the rum. So Surley, Seven Lives, goes in the drink headed for Kasran's Well" quickly he spat on the backs of his hands and touched them to his head and heart "and thats when we heard the sea scream. At first she screamed in horror then in rage, I swear on these old bones of mine she called Pol by name and damned him to the depths. We was in shock and then Mother Mera sent her daughter to kill old Pol." He took Devain's untouched glass, drained it. He began opening another bottle of whiskey his face pale as he worked, spooked he was. "She's a beauty you know. Old Pol keeps her locked away, a hostage, she keeps old Mera from sinking his ship."

Devain laughed "Old Mera is just another sailor's myth, you superstitious old codger." The entire pub glowered at him, several of them even began to rise.

The old man raised his hand. "Would you tempt fate if it happen to you what happened to old Murchu. I wouldn't be thinking so. She tore through ten men to reach him and when she did she tore at his flesh till we'd managed to beat her to death. Of course Murchu spat his insults at old Mera and then hung her daughter from the prow out of spite. She woke up the next morning. I watched her, we all did, silently thinking old Pol'd finally lost what marbles he had left. She was gorgeous even with all those tentacles, half the men on board lusted after her. Her eyes tho' you could feel the hatred from em, and those fangs and claws were a lookin' for our blood. That night old Pol complained of singing. He'd been beaten about the head some though, he had trouble hearing on the left side, blood had got in his ear you see. He couldn't sleep and when he had us beat on her only he could hear the screams. He made us force rum down her throat, to make her stop singing. We was gonna make port at ol' Belanswick, when Pol stumbles in drunk and tells us we gotta keep her locked away that if she ever got free old Mera would take us all down the well. So we went and threw her in the bilge. The first night ten men just dove into the water when they heard her make the waves sing, they never came up not for breath or life. We got into port the next morn, and 10 dock hands just dove on in. It was her song they heard what sent them down the well. Ol' Murchu even chains himself to his bed afraid the song will get him. Most of us left that day, couple of the crew stayed on though. Ol' DoorKnob for one, could never even hear her singing. Me on the other hand I heard loud and clear, we wasn't welcome on Mera's seas. I ain't gone near the water since. Now we be a closing boy, you best get home and stay away from ol' Pol and his ship."

Devain remembered looking around the pub and seeing all the chairs were up but for his. Quietly he hummed along with the sad song that drifted across the pier. He crept closer to the ship, six more steps and he'd be on board. He froze after the first step, he longed for the water, to swim once more. He shook his head and stepped toward the ship again. Visions of beautiful castles beneath the waves summoned him. He took another step and he knew he need not breath beneath the waves. Another step an he stopped caring about the world above and yet another freed him of fear. One more step and he would be free to swim the endless seas for eternity. His foot hovered over the edge as he began leaning toward the water that called him, seemingly by name.

A hand robbed him of his freedom. He looked at the face of the bar keep. "I told you to stay away lad. She's still weeping after all these years. Weeping for the sea she lost, and for Seven Lives. She'll come for me and the rest one day. When ol' Pol finally slips up and lets her loose. You should turn around boy. The well's a dark cold place to go and drowning ain't fun neither. Go now, I think I'll stay and listen a while."

Devain stumbled from the edge and down the pier away from the ship. Glancing back before ducking down the alleyway he saw the old bar keep was gone. The next night he returned to the Rusty Dagger. After several hours one of the bar maids approached him, "Excuse me are you the young gentleman that old Dak was telling stories too last night." As he nodded yes she handed him a sealed letter which read as follows:

Lad if you be reading this here letter. Then you went to ol' Pol's ship, as ye was bound to do. I never had any children but you'd be as good an heir as any I suppose. The rest of me possessions have been seen to. I'd like you to take care of the Rusty Dagger for me. Treat the girls right and don't let anyone push you around. Remember the whisper on the waves lad, Mac Murchu's curse is always with him. I'm heading down the well and about time too. I should have died back when I meet her, I was hers from the sight of her. We was always bound for the well. I'm tired of the nightmare's and the longing.
Take care lad. - Sincerely Dak

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