High School DnD Game
The Fallen God
I am Lance Kelron. God of chivalry, valor, virtue and hope. Never heard of me? I am not surprised. Only the highest worshipers of the Raven Queen know of my name and even they believe me legend. I was a powerful god. I had perfected the many martial arts used by fighters, warriors, and paladins and abilities of my own creation and used it to give power my loyal followers, the monks. The monks were a powerful people, men from all races under one banner, sworn to protect the innocent from those who seek to take advantage of the weak. They used perfection over their mental capabilities to gain perfection over their bodies. Now I am the last of a dying kind, the monks have lost faith in a god who has not existed since the first war with the demon prince. Who is to blame them when I failed with such predictability? I let myself believe in what I alone know not to be true. I let myself believe in the goodness of the sentient. I believed Orcus would fight fair, I believed that my honor could overpower his trickery, but worst of all, I believed in my father.
Bahamut, the just. Bahamut, the fair. Bahamut, the father who would never take ownership of his own birth. Bahamut, the god who let his son grow up in the darkness of the Raven Queen’s lair. Bahamut, the father who cast the deciding vote to send his son to certain death. All because he could not face to bring judgement upon himself. How could I be his son? How could the god of law and honor be the father to the Raven Queen’s son? He could never accept his only son coming from the womb of the harbinger of death. He disowned me. Cast me out to be raised in total darkness. I love my mother. She was always there for me. But my father. He saw his chance to rid himself of his one short coming and he took it.
As Orcus marched his legions of demons for a forward assault on the heavens, the cowardly gods bickered and debated over what was to be done about this threat. I volunteered to take an army against Orcus. I plead to my fellow gods, “Let me redirect these defilers straight back to the hell hole from which they came. All I ask is that you send me and my monks your best men to aid me in battle.” As I had already surmised, the council would have to take a vote on that. While many gods saw the truth and good in my intentions, others saw it as a direct attempt to undermine their power. No god has ever lead an army that consisted more than his own followers. I knew it would come down to the last vote. I knew that vote would belong to my father, the epitome of fairness. I had hoped that he would have made the just choice. He was the deciding vote that sealed my doom. He said that I alone must face Orcus with the army I could muster. I accepted and exited the council room immediately. My monks and I fought valiantly. I alone had slain 100,000 demons. I was worn down. I challenged Orcus to a one on one duel.
I had him beat. As I stuck my spear to his neck, one of his followers stabbed me in the back causing me to bleed. I crumbled to the ground writhing in pain. Orcus laughed as he brought his axe down upon my head. But as he did I jabbed him in the heart with my spear. He lay dying next to me. The rest is hazy. I remember pain and agony. Real pain. Real agony. Not the kind gods feel but rather what mortals feel. His priests drained me of my power to give to Orcus to keep him alive. A weapon bond. His wand holds my skull as my power keeping him alive but my pike holds a part of his soul as well. Neither of us can return to full strength until the other is dead. Unfortunately for Orcus he is not a god. He cannot kill me until he has return to near full strength. We are destined to fight one another again. The first war with the demon prince has ended, but I fear that second has only just begun.
Enemies: Bahamut, Orcus, any and all Demons
Allies: other than he party none he will disclose