There once was a tale of the infamous "God Killer". The story told of how an entity rose from the ashes and killed thousands of god until finally the last five gods in existence had sealed him away. However the seal was just weak enough for the God Killer's blood to leak through every hundred thousand years causing catastrophes to the mortal realm. Anyone who gets ahold of this blood will gain the power to kill the gods themselves....
5 years until the next drop....
"Wake up..."
The voice rung in the ears of the paladin
"awake my child."
The paladin awoke in a unfamiliar place. looking at his surroundings there was nothing but a black, empty void.
"Osril Meiphanis"
The mysterious voice run in his ears. Yes, that was his name, Osril Meiphanis. He was a tall, handsome, charming Half elf with green pupils, luscious black hair with purple highlights.
As Osril blinked a giant figure, god-like appeared before him.
"It is time for your purpose, my child."
"My purpose.. What do you mean?"
Osril looked uncertain, his memories were cluttered, it was as if he had just been born.
"Your oath... to protect and serve the common man. Five years from now a great evil is going to tear down this world, find a party of similar relation... Smirchlings. Once done i will fill you in on more details."
"What??" Osril exclaimed, panicking.
Smirchlings were created after the God Killer's defeat. They are marked individuals born with exceptional abilities however outcasted by society. Smirchlings are easily identifiable by the Apotropaic marking in their eyes.
"Do not panic Osril, control yourself. I will implant the coordinates of each individual you must search for, be safe child, we will be speaking again."
After this Osril starts falling deep, deep into the void until finally he snaps awake.
"What the hell happened??"
After this all the memories and information flooded into Osrils mind.
A dragonborn.... A sorcerer... A cute girl... A dead body...?
All the information was scrambled and confusing. The only thing that made any sense to Osril was the location and time he would find them
five days in Xacrus, a mage and dragonborn...
"Well I have five days.. I should have enough time to kill"
Osril enters the brothel.
"Hey there Osril!!! the usual?"
A slender pink succubus calls to Osril from across the room
" No thanks Terry. I'm feeling adventurous today! Like i can conquer a mountain.. give me your biggest lady!"
Osril has yet to learn the opposing phrase of "go big or go home". Stay small and sustainable.
"If you say so Osril, Tilly Tummyroll! You have a client!!""
The sounds of Tilly entering vibrated the room, some clients even hid at the sight.
"Who in the hell ordered Timmy Tummyroll!!!?" Tilly exclaimed, her roars shaking the room.
"WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU?" Osril was frightened, also pissed a little.
"My Momma was an Orc and my dadda was a Goliath" Tilly looked Osril up and down. slowly grinning she picked Osril up with one hand and chucked him on her shoulder.
Osril was frightened kicking and screaming
"WAIT WAIT NO PLEASE, TOO BIG TOO BIG"
Terry the succubus looks over to Osril and Tilly waving with a big smirk on her face
"Have fun you two!"
It is of importance to say Osril is a "player" his relationships with woman dont usually last the longest, most of the time because of him. Infact I think his relationship with Tilly is the longest one thus far.
Seven hours later
"Holy..shit." Osril stumbles out of the room. "I-I think im going to be sick" Osril throws up.
Tilly Tummyroll laughs "HAHA! you were my best client yet! Be sure to come back for plenty more lovin'"
"oh god" Osril hurls again. "She... She had all the man pieces.. and none of the woman ones..."
As Osril stumbles out of the brothel it is already late into the night. He looks deep into the starry night.
"This is going to be a long journey..."
He hurls again.
"fuck"