The Fey Walkers

Whitelaw's Introduction

(Brief Notes on the Character themselves, the 'Class' part will not make sense to those that do not play d&d but that should not impede your understanding of the story)

Name: Whitelaw, Formerly Galen Evercross
Race: Human
Class: Ranger Horizon Walker
Title: Plane Hunter or Starbreaker
Possessions: Star Fragment

  Darkness envelops a narrow passage, hiding the lines and cracks of the bricks making up the ceiling, wall, and floor. With every few feet a single touch hangs held within a metal frame bound to the stone walls. Like lanterns amidst the darkness, barely illuminating the passage. A metal boot slowly passes into the light of the nearest touch, the metal lightly taping against the stone as the figure steps forward. A man clad in pieces of metal and leather armor, a long dusters coat trailing down to his feet while a cloth mask hides the lower portion of his face. A bow unlike most held in one hand while an arrow rests against the notch in the other.

The man glances about as he steps into the light, the passage turning into a "T" shaped corridor, as a path ahead continues onward yet a second path breaking through on his right.

He steps forward a few feet coming to the center of the intersection as he glances back and forth, when abruptly he jerks his head back as an arrow speeds past his head only to embed itself into the stone wall with metal against stone. He spins his head towards the direction of the arrow as a second flies towards him he drops low rushing forward below the arrow before quickly jumping to his feet, pulling back his own arrow only to let it loose a second later. Piercing through the air as time seems to slow, a spark of luminous energy appears around the tip, spreading downward along the shaft spiraling around the tip like streamers.

Darting into the darkness in the distance the arrow finds its mark as it pierces into the pale flesh and muscle of the target's neck, blood swells outward from the wound, the target falls forward into the light. A knightly figure, dressed in bright scarlet armor colored like that of a rose. The light gleaming off the metal. The archer rushes past down the passage. Encountering knight after knight as he rushes through them all, blades and arrows soaring through the air, to be met with crimson red coating each and every arrow.

The man dashes forward through the passage, ending in a balcony, he runs forward stepping onto the railing and leaps off the balcony with a spin of grace, turning himself downward with arrow notched along his bow, he targets a knight below firing once more.

The arrow pierces into the knight below killing him instantly as with a flash of blue light the archer disappears from the air only to reappear upon the ground next to his fresh kill. Standing up, he looks to his side to see yet another knight, but this one clad in silver like armor carrying a longsword of deep red metal, their helmet lieing next to the silver metal boot.

The archer approaches, speaking with a firm voice, the seriousness tinting his words.

"Alistair"

The silver knight speaks with an ghostly wave to his voice, like an echo in the wind.

"I know.. I was careless" Alistair bends down, redressing his helmet onto his head. "Is it near?" he asks while fixating the helmet. 

The archer closes his eyes, focusing, his breathing slows as he takes in the world around him. Surrounded by a stone dungeon, he opens them once more, his eyes flashing a brief electric blue before returning to his normal blue irises.

"It is, the last room, that is where the planar shift key lies"

Alistair nods, "we should hurry, the others will be expecting us back Whitelaw." he steps past Whitelaw towards the last room remaining. 

"Wait"

Alistair stops in his tracks, craning his head back towards the archer who continues to speak. "Are you okay?"

"Of course Galen, I promise, I'm still in control." replies Alistair

"Good, lets go" Whitelaw tells him before the two continue onward towards the last room of the stone dungeon.