by luciandevine on Mon Sep 22, 2008 11:52 pm
Damek Niall walked slowly and quietly through the long and silent tunnels of the underdark. "Such a fitting name." Damek said to himself. He had no idea how far down he was, or even how large the underdark was. In truth he had only been alive for a sparse couple of years.
The story of Damek Niall was a unique one to say the least. For starters he was a stonechild, of which there were so few, that almost nobody even remembered the name of their race. In addition to that, Damek had had no childhood. He had simply woken up one day in the underdark, fully clothed in earth tones, knowing nothing other than his name and what it meant. His name meant "earth's champion".
Damek had met very few people on his long and winding trek through the underdark, and of that few, even less had been friendly. Most of the things he had encountered in the underdark were monsters seeking to make him their next meal. Most of the humanoids he had encountered had taken one look at him, and even before they knew who and what he was, decided they wanted to try to take him captive and make a pretty penny by selling him into slavery.
Damek had woken up with no knowledge of civilization, and no knowledge of which peoples he could trust. As such, he learned quickly to always be prepared to defend himself. It was for that reason that he had chosen the weapon that he had, an adamantine quarterstaff. The staff itself was great for both offense and defense, and similarly, the adamantine it was made of was more than hard enough to stop most blades. In addition to his abilities with the staff, Damek had also woken up with a keen knowledge of unarmed fighting techniques, made especially effective by the extra pair of arms he had been "born" with. Inwardly, Damek had always wondered about that, more as to who had created him, and what was their reason for doing so and making him as they had. Damek had however learned, that such differences weren't widely accepted in the few towns that were in the underdark, so he went to great lengths to hide his extra pair of arms. In fact, he had had a specially made cloak with pockets inside the inner linings in which he could comfortably rest his arms, while still keeping them completely concealed as long as the cloak was drawn tight about him. The only other thing that Damek wore aside from his clothes were bracers on each wrist, each made of adamantine like his staff. They further added to his defense, allowing him to block swords and quickly counter attack.
The last group of friendly people Damek had met, an a mining party of svirfniblim, deep gnomes, had informed him of a trade city here in the underdark that they had left not too long ago. Damek had thanked them and quickly started heading towards it. He had no knowledge of the passage of time, made especially so by his lack of a need to sleep. IT seemed to him that whomever had created him, had made to be very defensive and very adaptable. He needed very little food, and just as little water to survive, which served him very well in the underdark.
Damek felt the change in the rocks and dirt around him long before he heard it. He knew then that he was approaching the town the svirfniblim had told him about. Yet he continued to walk slowly and carefully, knowing that any number of beasts might be lurking nearby, hoping to catch a travel-weary wanderer unaware. He gave a small sigh as he rounded the last bend in the tunnel and saw the trade city. Damek knew that the city had many varieties of people living in it, and he was wary of so many strangers. Deeper than his wariness however, was his want to be rid of this underdark, and hopefully reach the surface. With that thought in mind, Damek hiked up his backpack, made sure his staff was secured on his back, and hiked the last little bit to the town. He wasn't sure what he would find in a town such as this, but one thing was for sure. Things surely couldn't be much worse here than out there in the untamed underdark.