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Kreios Riven, Last Defender of Alantis
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Kreios Riven, Last Defender of Alantis
Emissary of Power
Last Defender of Atlantis
I’m Better Than Most
Don't Trust Everything You Hear
, Deceit +4
Athletics, Investigation, Lore, Presence +2
Driving, Endurance, Contacts, Resources, Stealth +1
Inhuman Recovery (Catch- Lightning)
Inhuman Toughness (Catch- Lightning)
Marked by Power
Item of Power (Ring/Trident *Chaneling-Water)
Takes one to know one
Wall of Death
1) Entropy Shield.
2) (some sort of attack, not sold on what yet. Probably homebrew with DM permission)
Formed Trident (+1 offensive/defensive power Water [2 slots])
Gauntlet (+1 defensive control [1 slot])
Alantian Weave Armor 2 (under clothes).
I think that all adds up. Let me know if it doesn't. I'm still figuring the exact systematizing out.
Over a thousand years ago when the Greek Gods left this planet to the mortals and their new beliefs and sank into mythology they took their treasures and powers with them. Specifically, Poseidon dragged Atlantis into the ocean and across the realm into the Nevernever and his stronghold there. Because of this Kreios Riven was raised in a constant flux between the Nevernever and the real world. Son of one of the original Ten Sons of Atlantis he was deemed a child of worth. Trained in the pits of the Fae and forbidden he was raised in a constant war. Conflict between Poseidon and his other forgotten brothers were everyday affairs. Being born right after the ascension of Atlantis to the Nevernever, Riven has been to the mortal world a number of times throughout its sorted history. Brought up as a warrior and spy for his Father, his education was varied and intensive. Sword, Trident and bow training were common place as well as deceit, perception and magic. Kreios was being trained to be a leader in the impending war to come.
The "What Shaped You?" story turned into a fanfiction chapter (or more). Hope that"s cool.
Training was normal for Riven. It was routine. It let him clear his mind and fall into the motion of memory and exhilaration.
Thrust, breath, parry, thrust, breath
The jarring break in the constant thud and grunts common of the spacious training room moved its occupants to silence. Racking focus to the entrance Riven spotted his father standing in the doorway. Not that this sent any special emotion running through him. At best his father, Solon, was a distant prince and military leader- the fact that they were blood related rarely factored into anything, other than perhaps Riven’s power and status. Riven would like to think that his training and focus had gotten him as far as he’d come but even he had to acknowledge some of his abilities and access came from heritage.
“Follow me, Kreios. The rest of you, continue.”
Without waiting for Riven, Solon turned and left the room filled with weapons and young warriors of Old Atlantis. Riven loosened the grip he had on the trident he was ghost sparring with and twirled it casually between his hands. Walking over to the bench beside his sparring area Riven picked up the loose jacket that he wore around the island. Snapping his left wrist and focusing his mind he reshaped the trident into a platinum ring studded with opal, which he settled on his ring finger.
Hustling after Solon he caught up to him in an open air hallway with a beautiful view of the sea. His father was staring into the calm blue plane that stretched as far as the eye could see. It was nearing the Winter solstice and you could feel the chill in the air, even though it never got cold enough to complain here at Old Atlantis. It was, after all, a paradise. Still, it made Riven contemplate buttoning up his jacket over his bare chest. Quickly fastening the jade buttons he approached his father, keeping a respectful distance.
“M’lord, I trust your strike on Zeus’ garish mountain top spire was successful.”
“It was indeed, Son, though how you knew where I was is another matter entirely.” Narrowing his eyes at Kreios he continued. “In any case, you’ve gotten the nod from the majority of your instructors and therefore will join a handful of your peers on a mission of your own. You, Dorian, Vin and Breeze will be intercepting a smaller caravan being sent down the river Styx to the Downbelow. Apparently Hades has made a fresh contact with the Christian beliefs. Vin will of course take lead-“
At this Riven’s back stiffened for a fraction of a second, but it was enough that Solon noticed.
“Now Kreios, if you wanted to lead the expedition all you had to do was… well, earn it. Something your sister has done countless times over, or do you need another trial to demonstrate this?”
Riven successfully controlled the glare threatening to overtake his features at the smirk on his father’s face. Unconsciously rolling his shoulders, Riven could still detect a slight soreness in his left shoulder where his older sister Vin had dislocated it in a tournament bought not too long ago
“No, sir. The wisdom of the choice is obvious. Are we there merely to interrupt the shipment or to retrieve a specific item?”
Still smirking at Kreios’ embarrassment Solon elaborated, “General mayhem will be the supposed goal but the true purpose is to acquire a message which has been sequestered in the shipment from one of our own spies in Hades.” Turning to start off down the hallway again Solon continued, “Vin knows the specifics and you will meet with her after we are finished here. Now I am sure you are dying to prove yourself in this venture but I stress this point- do not allow your ambition to jeopardize the mission. A certain amount of posturing is expected but if you get somebody killed out there or fail to produce what we need then be sure you will not have a fun next few years on this island.”
Finishing this diatribe, Solon meet Riven’s eyes with a solid presence and weight that brooked no further discussion on the point. Turning from the spot Riven’s father went right as the hallway forked.
Waiting at the division, Riven collected his thoughts. This would not be his first mission on open field, but it would be his first covert one with no senior backing. For all intensive purposes all the members on this team would be his peers. Technically Dorian would be the youngest in age, but they had all started training nearly the same time and had risen through the ranks together. Letting his thoughts distract him he was only aware that he had made it to the Tower of New Moon when he was knocking on the blackened door.
After a second knock Hector opened the heavy door. A smile fell on Breeze’s large face when he recognized Riven. Standing a good head taller than him, it was a bit crushing when Breeze gathered Riven into a hug.
Carrying him into the room, Breeze yelled to its occupants, “Look who I found mopping outside our door! Riven has decided to join us after all!”
Keeping his balance after Breeze forced him forward, Riven got a look at the room and the other two people inside. It was a fairly large room common to the island’s palace, all smooth marble and hanging curtains of blues and yellows. However unlikely most areas of the palace this room was completely closed off with no openings to the outside and no balconies surrounding the raised tower. This place was to be kept with some decorum of secrecy after all. At the center was a circular table with a small model of a river on it. Looking closer one would notice that the river was actually flowing, a small magical representation of the actually river Styx assumed Riven.
Standing away from the table leaning against a marble column, Dorian also showed Riven a casual smile. Roughly similar in height to Riven, that is just under six feet, Dorian was much more slender than him. They shared the blonde hair and blue eyes of most residence of Old Atlantis but Dorian’s was a curly mess pulled back in a pony tail which fell to his shoulders where Riven kept his straight yellow strands just long enough to cover his ears.
Reaching up to pat Breeze’s shoulder (for Breeze was a monster physically), he returned Dorian’s smile with one of his own and a nod. Approaching the table in the center he finally made eye contact with his leader on this operation, Vin. Riven’s smile slid gracelessly from his face.
Just a few inches shorter than him, Vin was still an intimidating women. Over the years though Riven had worn through any intimidation and was now merely irritated at her constant smirk and demeaning manor. Vin and Riven both took after their father in a lean muscular build and features. Most people could not tell they had different mothers but that really mattered little, who their father was did not matter much either. They were perpetual rivals and probably always would be.
Brushing her waist length braid over her shoulder, Vin leaned back from the table. "I see you have finally deemed it appropriate to join us, Kreios.”
“I came as soon as Lord Solon presented me with our mission.”
“Yes, well then let’s continue with what we were discussing before my little brother knocked.”
2/3 for this first story.
Weaving on the shift of dark blue and gray that made up Riven’s armor for the operation he felt the cooling sensation as the fabric melded into a cohesive unit of protection. Pulling up the hood and strapping the calf high boots in place he went though his final preparations before Dorian opened the gate from the Nevernever to the world beyond. Turning Riven helped Breeze wrap the chains attached to his javelins around his forearms.
“Alright, does everybody remember their jobs? I will not have a death or even injury on my first mission lead.”
Vin’s voice echoed in the cave they were waiting in. No real trace of nervousness was present in her tone but Riven could tell by her stance that she was on edge. Not that he wasn’t but her nerve was being pushed not from anticipated battle but the idea that it was her strategy going into the battle. That made a brief smile appear on Riven’s face.
Dorian twirled rods between his fingers on each hand. “I do believe I guide us to the river through the Ways and make a flashy entrance.”
A brief silence stretched and Dorian coughed. Riven smacked Breeze on the head where he crouched near him.
“Oh, right,” Breeze grunted, shaken from his revere. “I charge the front of the line, occupying as many of the guards as possible.”
Riven continued, “And I approach from the side, collect the one carrying the message with no undo haste, dead or alive and retreat back to Dorain.”
“Lastly, I will be in reserve to help where needed and clear Breeze when we have the message. We leave with a booming farewell and meet back here.” Concluded Vin. “Twenty minute journey on the Way’s each way, with no more than three minutes of actual confrontation. Are we clear?”
With confirmations from the crowd, they all stood and gathered at the end of the cave, near pitch in the subterranean environment.
“Be ready, we’ll be going for a walk through one of the world’s bigger cities. I’ll keep a veil up while we are there but I expect you to stay close and do what I say. Just two blocks.” With that warning, Dorian stepped to the front of the group and spoke with a commanding tone, “
Right wand shearing down, Dorian opened a man sized door in the Nevernever. Riven went through first then Vin, followed by Breeze and finally Dorian, sealing the tear behind himself. Mumbling another arcane word a slight tingle covered Riven’s body and he shimmered transparent. Looking up he took off after Dorian who was setting a brisk path through an alley between two large buildings. This was Riven’s sixth or seventh time in the World but he always felt a bit heavy while here. Sure they had industry and technology but they lacked… Wonder.
Finally after a brisk jaunt Dorian stopped and faced the brick wall to his right. “Now we sprint through the jungle and stop at a waterfall. Be quick, stray too long and we’ll attract unwanted attention.” Stating the same trigger phrase and repeating the earlier motion.
There were two more jumps before Riven found himself standing behind Dorian once again. This time they were behind a post office in a small town in the middle of Iowa. “This is the last one, when we step through this tear we will be behind a few rocks and a beach away from the river Styx.”
They all nodded and Riven saw Vin actually bite her lip. Laughing, he punched her none to gently in the shoulder, “Butch up, Vin. Or I’ll have to lead the next one.”
Shooting him a glare, Vin looked back at Dorian. “Let’s go.”
After pushing through the portal the group gathered behind the dark rocks jutting out of the beach. Taking a peak around the obsidian looking obstacle, Vin ducked back. “They are rounding the bend just before us. Dorian drop the freeze, Breeze charge and Riven you try and not screw up.”
Taking a deep breath, Vin mouthed silently.
3… 2… 1
Dorian’s spell opened with a bang- gathering up the river Styx in a violent crashing waves pushing the one long boat up and forward, man sized skeletons being flung from the deck or being dragged off by more waves. Just as the ship started its staggering decent it slowed as the water itself froze and stuck the ship an awkward angle jutting from the narrow river.
Taking a deep breath Breeze sprinted from cover, eating away the distance between him and the ship in three heartbeats. It took him another to clear the rail with a leap. Unleashing javalins into the skeleton crew, destruction ensued and bones started sailing across the deck.
A split second after Breeze made the ship, and with Dorian and Vin slinging spells into the fray, Riven skirted the main combat and head towards the smaller cabin in the back. Leaping the rail and scattering two skeletons in his way with his summoned trident, Riven lowered his shoulder and burst through the door.
Taking in the quarters with a glance, Riven announced, “I am looking for an arrow, kind sir. You can either give it to me know or I can take from you when you are dead.”
A man robed in a black and yellow cloak looked up from the desk in front of him. Yellow eyes pierced from under the dark cowl. With a flick of his finger the hood on Riven’s head blew off.
“Ah..,” a steady baritone voice answered, “Blonde hair, blue eyes. You must be an Alantian. Well, soon to be dead Alantian. I’m afraid that arrow containing a secret message was never on this boat. I, however am.”
With that , the stranger lowered his hood.
Riven hissed. “Shit. Olympian.”
Laughing, the platinum haired man with golden eyes raise his hand over his head and conjured a streak of gold-white lightening and slung it at Riven. Ducking under the first bolt, Riven focused his will through his trident and summoned an entropic shield of water from wall to wall between him and one of Zeus’ sons. Hoping that had bought him the time necessary, Riven turned and sprinted from the cabin. This was clearly a trap. If the Ten Lords had known the messenger was an Olympian they would not have sent such a green retrieval team. This was far above their heads, all of his companions combined could not stand against this one alone.
Just as Riven cleared the door and was going to yell for Breeze to retreat and Dorian to open the Way, a searing pain lanced throw his back. Apparently his shield had not given the Olympian pause in the slightest. Launching from the point where he was on the deck, Riven crashed through the timber which composed the main mast and flew over Breeze as the big man decimated skeletons left and right. Bouncing off the rail, Riven slid down the still frozen wave holding the ship in position.
Coughing and dazed Riven managed to turn himself onto his back. If not for his weaved Alantian armor there was a good chance that lightning bolt would have torn right through him. A thud sounded not five feet away and the battered warrior turned his head fearing the Olympian had already gotten to him. To his relief it was Breeze, wearing the same deep blue and grey armor as himself, but missing his javelins. Breeze pulled a trident from the ice where it had stuck not so far away from Riven. He had not even noticed he had dropped it until then.
Turning, Breeze picked up Riven and easily slung him over his huge shoulder.
“No time for lying around now, Riven. We must go. There was an Olympian on board.” rumbled Breeze’s deep voice.
“You don’t say. I was wondering what that was.” wheezed Riven in reply, hearing himself miss any attempt at the sarcasm he was feeling.
“Yes, it was and now it is time to go.”
Without waiting for another remark Breeze sprinted after the large rock behind which Vin and Dorian continued to spout evocations. Lightning tore masses from the iced river mere feet behind Breeze as he blurred towards cover and hopefully an open Way. Diving behind the obsidian rock a furrow tore into and past the low obstacle leaving the stench of ozone thick in the air.
“I already have the way open- Breeze get Riven in it, he’s out of this fight for now.” Dorian looked on the verge of panic but was still summoning jets of steam towards the enemy and pointing at the tear in the Nevernever behind him.
Trying to unsuccessfully to stop Breeze from slinging him into it, Riven found himself staring at the post office in Iowa in the middle of the night. Managing to pull himself to one knee he focused on the opened Way, bringing forth his will and nastiest spell he knew. The first thing to come out of the Nevernever that wasn’t Vin, Breeze or Dorian was going to die. Nastily.
Closing faster and faster the first one out of the gate was a singed but all together healthy Vin. Rolling out of the opening she stopped directly in front of Riven. Rushing to his side, she hoisted him to a standing position supporting him with her body.
“Don’t push a spell my way just yet. Wait for a bad guy first. Breeze should be right behind me and then Dorian. He has a lock readied when he gets through.” Pausing to take a breath, Vin looked sideways at him. “What the hell happened in there?”
Flinching at the pain in his back, Riven didn’t hesitate, “Damn Olympian jackass was under the hood of the supposed messenger. It was a fucking trap. Whoever is feeding us intel on this mission is about to be fed water by me until they turn blue and bloated.”
Nodding, Vin turned back to the portal. “They are taking too lo-“
Before she could finish her sentence though a figure burst through the Way. Landing in a heap, Dorian quickly straightened himself and flung his left handed wand at the open portal. Just before it made contact he snapped is fingers and shouted, “Vobis Quia non Praeteribit!”
The wand burst into flames and gold and blue lines instantly sewed the tear shut and the post office wall returned to normal.
Hustling over to where he stood Dorian lifted Riven up on his other side.
“What happened to Breeze, Dorian?” Vin asked quietly, although she already knew the answer.
“He kicked me through the tear just as a bolt from the Olympian took off his legs. He knew we didn’t have a chance unless somebody stayed back.” Reaching for Riven’s hand he slid a familiar platinum ring on his finger. “He said that if I didn’t get this back to you, you’d come back to the Nevernever and kill him.” Dorian smiled a wholly sad smile and they limped back to the where the next Way started.
Upon exiting the cave back at Alantis the group knew something was wrong. Riven was walking on his own again with the help of some minor healing magics from Dorian. The too familiar smell of ozone filled the air. It was night at Alantis now, but flames could be seen lining much of the landscape. Never had Riven seen a more horrifying sight. This was not the Old Alantis, but the fall of his home. He knew in his heart this would be the last time he would come back here for a long time.
Just as Riven had summoned his spear a spiraling column of water roared to life in front of the three remaining Alantians. The water solidified and formed into a kneeling form. A form Vin and Riven immediately recognized. Solon. Their Lord Father.
Vin and Dorian rushed to Solon’s side but Riven merely stood there at the caves mouth, leaning on his trident to stand.
“What is it, Lord? What has happened to the island?” Vin asked seemingly on the verge of tears.
“Now, child, this is not the time for tears. It is the time for retreat.” Standing to his full height, Solon gripped his side, barely concealing an angry looking burn. “You three must take refuge on the earth that is and make ready for any other survivors. I am going to scour through the city in search of them. We were taken by surprise- the combined forces of Hades and Zeus took us tonight and we fell before we knew the fight had begun.”
Pausing, Solon reassessed the group. “Where is the big one? Breeze?”
Waiting for an answer, Riven finally spoke up, “We were taken by an Olympian on the boat. Breeze kept him at bay while we made for the gate.”
Solon’s brow furrowed. “I see. That… that is hard. I am sorry. But we must not wait. Preparations must be made. Poseidon himself is making a final stand in the Lord’s Courtyard. I will send survivors after you but you must go now. To the world that is, the island nation of Hawaii. Now!”
With that Solon fell away to mist and left the three on the rocky shore outside the cave. Taking stock, Dorian turned to Vin and Riven. “Let’s go. It is only a jump away, done the shore a bit.”
Nobody else showed for a day and night. Riven, Dorian and Vin stayed in a beach house which was not occupied for the summer. On the morning of the second day, Solon appeared through the Ways, grievously injured and near delirious. Poseidon was not dead but scattered to the Other Side. Solon had found no survivors and had to fight through God’s oldest son to make it to the retreat. That night he called all three of the surviving Alantians to his deathbed. His final words were to find Poseidon and retake their homeland. Trust no one, Kill those who stand in your way and never forget the second fall of Alantis. With that Solon last of the Ten Lords past from existence.
/and that pretty much sums up my characters background. When the adventure starts he'll have been on the earth for the better part of a decade so he's well adjusted and knows his way around. If any of this is confusing or out of the realm of possibility for this game let me know. I'm sure it's not a very easy read as I haven't done anything resembling an actual story in some years. Helpful hands are welcome. It's a working background.
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