Mar 292010

In the Shadowfell, Shadar-Kai live in the extreme.  You would too, lest you succumb to the dreary woes of that realm.  In that extreme you would embrace pain, just so that you could feel something.  They are no strangers to pain, these Shadar-Kai, and no strangers to combat.  They look forward to it, relish it, love it.  Crux Tel is one such warrior.

By chance, he had the opportunity to travel to the natural world, where the light of day burned his skin for the first time, he smelled the stench of roses for the first time, and the opportunities for great battles with natural beasts begged, for the first time.  He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to this natural world, with all it’s pleasantries.

It was enough to make any sane Shadowfeller go insane.  But, no other from his tribe had been to the natural world, and he wasn’t going to lose this opportunity.  For when he went back home, he would crow his battles all night long, like no other Shadar-Kai had.  The natural world, or Hell (as he referred to it), would just have to endure him until then.

“I know he kidnapped your kids, and you want them back, but they’re just kids.”

The Twist: Crux Tel’s position in his tribe was that as a defender.  However, this Swordmage always felt he should have been trained as a Raiding Hunter, and so he always fights as a striker, charging into battle without any regard for his safety.  He’ll attempt the most daring stunts in battle and go after the toughest foes by himself, just so that he can crow about it later, when he finally returns to his tribe.

Though Crux Tel is a devote follower of the Raven Queen, he is logical enough to know that most gods have something of value to offer, when needed.

He doesn’t know yet what to think about these softies in the natural world, except that they’re soft.  It’ll take a lot for them to prove themselves otherwise.

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Chris Stevens

In Chris's opinion, the very best vices are dirt bikes, rock music, and gaming, while the very best medicine is fatherhood. If he could just learn to balance them all, he'd live forever. He's much more creative than intelligent, often wakes up belligerent, and ponders many things insignificant. Lastly, in an effort to transform his well-fed body, P90X, Roller Blades, and Food are all laughing at him. And the pain continues.

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