Player: Bishop
Sex: Male
Race: Human / Necropolitan
Class: Cleric 5
Size: Tall
Age: Mid Twenties
Height: 6 ‘4
Weight:
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue > Grey > Black
Description:
A lithe looking man standing taller then most around him stares back at you blankly. His skin is pale and
patchy looking bruised and scratched and paper thin. His cloak seems pulled about him tightly as if he is
trying to hide his appearance that he knows is repulsive to others. His face is framed by thin black hair
falls below his neck but above his shoulders and is parted down the middle. His eyes look tired with bags
below them that seem heavy with regret and weariness. His lips are thin and blueish purple. When he talks
he seems to barely move his mouth. His cheeks are gaunt and and hollow with the shadows creating
startling contrast to the mottled white of his skin.
N’alen Links:
N’Alen Character Sheet
Chronicles
Minions
Leveling Progression:
Cleric, gish caster
History Draft:
Nalen was feeling that dull pulse in the back of his head again. He hated that feeling. It meant he had gone
too long without fulfilling his duties and making a deposit in the collection plate at his “church”. He sat up
from his meaningless bed looked at his hands and decided to wear gloves today. He walked over to a rack
in the corner of the room and took off the light chain shirt and shrugged it on. He winced as the chain
chaffed up against his tender skin. He picked up his belt and fastened it in place and then shifted it so that
the dagger was in the back. He then picked his cloak off of a peg on the wall and fastened it trying to
conceal his chain as much as possible. He pulled up the deeply cowled hood and walked over to a cabinet
and opened up a small drawer and pulled out an odd looking piece of thin leather and placed it over his
mouth and then tied the black thin looking mask in place under the hood behind his head. He needed sleep,
his eyes were looking horrible. Maybe tithing as she called it would help.
He walked down the stairs and unlatched the door and stepped outside, way too bright today he thought.
He spent a brief moment in prayer before he left to try to find direction and purpose today. He walked to a
part of town he hadn’t been near in a while. He was on the end of town where the nobles and people that
thought they were they better than others lived. He was looking for a woman. Normally he didn’t know the
people he went looking for. This one he was familiar with though, but he didn’t like to admit how. He tried
to walk casually through the streets but he felt as if everyone was staring at him and as if they knew. He
had to shake that thought, no one probably did but it was still tough to shake the feeling.
He started looking at the houses as he got closer not wanting to miss and go to the wrong one…that would
be tough to explain later. He noticed as he pushed open the gate that the house was just a little too
ostentatious for his tastes. He muttered a few words under his breath as he approached and blinked his
eyes as he finished the spell. He didn’t notice anything unusual or threatening but he kept his guard up
anyway. As he banged the large ringer on the huge door he fished around in his pocket for the document
that he always used…the official seal on it was real enough looking for his purposed here today. A lady
opened the door in her mid thirties and she looked down her nose at him as if sizing him up even though
he was much taller than she. How she managed that he didn’t care to wonder.
“Ma’am mind if I come in? I have some questions for you about this estate that you have seemed to come
into recently and the (blank) always likes it when his citizens pay their taxes…no matter how they got their
wealth.”
He said that last part maybe a little too coldly but he wasn’t in the mood today for this. She tried to feign
innocence but as soon as her excuses were coming out of her mouth, he cut her off. He explained as he
pulled off his gloves,
“If you remember not too many months ago you made a deal with a pale lady.” he pulled off his right glove
and his hand was deathly pale and his nails black and dead looking. “You bargained with them. You were
tired of people looking down at you for your previous occupation but in your line of work I guess most
people look down at you whether they are a client or not.” He pulled off his left glove, this hand was
worse. Part of the skin on the top was deteriorating and you could see parts of white bone beneath theother tissue. “You wanted more than your social status could give you. You asked for help and the only one
who came calling and offering you any type of help was my mistress. She explained to you her terms and
you accepted.”
He picked up the document he had been holding and as he waved it in his hand the parchment changed
slightly and a faint odor filled the room. “This is the contract that you signed that had very specific terms
and conditions and amazingly you have failed, all while she has held up hers. Did you think you were off
free? I don’t know if my master likes to let people think that they are getting something for nothing and
that makes this moment all the sweeter for her as your world comes crashing down.” The lady seemed to
try to turn and run but found herself frozen in place “Don’t try…your muscles are locked”. The lady tried to
open her mouth to scream, but nothing came out as despair filled her eyes. “That won’t work either,” he
said coolly. “For some reason she likes people to be alive for this part and you squirming would just make
a mess.”
He unfolded the whole document and read. “You were given wealth status and privileged and you said you
would give anything for these. My master listened and offered them to you for your soul. Since you have
failed to bring forth payment it will be taken from you. Fortunately for you though my master doesn’t want
you, she doesn’t like other women so we will have to find someone else. I wonder if he is home or not”, his
thoughts drifted for moment as he searched the house, “ah he is. Good, I didn’t feel like trying to find
him…call down your son.”
He relaxed the spell on her enough and formed the words for her, “Come here dear.” After a few moments
he could hear the sound upstairs of footsteps. A young boy, maybe 6, came down the stairs and looked at
his mom strangely. She tried to scream again and he anticipated it though and he tightened up the spell
again.
“Come here boy your mom wants to say something. Say you’re sorry to your son. I would if I was you. He
relaxed her just enough and she said I’m sorry with a tear starting to form.
“Sorry son. Your mom is greedy and selfish. She owes someone and unfortunately you get to pay her
debts…not my call.”
He knelt to the floor and waved his hand over the kitchen floor. He picked out a small carved object from
his pocket and tossed it on the floor as he profaned the ground they were on. He hated this part. He
couldn’t do it himself yet so he had to rely on others which didn’t make it much easier either. He
pronounced the name in the guttural language of the undead and called forth another servant of his
masters. The ground seemed to groan with disgust as distorted figure seemed to pull itself up through the
floor with sick anticipation. As the short figure finally got himself to his feet he looked Nalen with those
dead eyes and gaping mouth
“Is this the one that master wants?”
“Yes.” he replied.
“What about her can I have her too?”
“No the master wants the boy instead.”
“What are you going to do with her?”
“That’s not of the moment.”
“But…” He cut off the undead slave, “Not right now maybe next time you can have both but master has
other plans for her. Take the boy and I will let you go back.”
“You’re no fun Nalen” the creature rasped.
“You’re no prize yourself so thanks.” The language of the dead hurt his throat still at times. The words
were terrible to say and form, maybe he would get used to it after more time. The short evil looking
creature walked over the boy and spun a chain from nothingness in his hand. He locked one end around theboy’s wrist and gave it a yank. The visual tearing of the boy’s soul was the worst part for Nalen. He could
see the soul being pulled from the boy who couldn’t even resist from innocence at the act that was going
on. The sick looking creature gave the chain a few more tugs and a shadowy double of the boy stood by the
original now soulless version. That now husk of a body seemed to float for a moment as its support was
just violently removed and then it crumpled to the floor like a pile of clothes. The frozen woman tried
again to make noise but couldn’t.
“You seem to care a lot for him, doubt you even knew the father so why should you even care. Now…what
to do with you”