A1G) Dakar & Sheen

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A1G) Dakar & Sheen

Post by cave_lion » Wed Sep 30, 2009 4:44 pm

Sheen
Sheen does not remember where or with whom his life started. His only memories began in a dream and continued in the bright waking world of the Great Plains, somewhere near the end of his youth. He had based his age assessment by the strength of his health, the nimble nature of his limbs, the tightness of his skin and the excellent health of both his colon and sex drive. The latter two seemed to be quite telling of age by men of all races. His name, he found etched into the leather sack on his back that contained an interesting, and thankfully familiar, collection of scrolls, rocks, herbs and metals.
Typical of the Pixie race, as Sheen had since discovered, his dreams were strong and vivid. On any given day, he could access and relive any of them in great detail. Indeed, Sheen had spent much of his traveling time doing just that, seeking answers to the questions we all ask ourselves.
His favorites, the dreams of flight, would flood his senses with sounds of small bells, smells of crisp clean air and the pull of the hair on his scalp by the strong wind. Faster than his normal speed, Sheen would soar back and forth through towering white clouds adrift in a sea of blue sky, penetrated occasionally by bright, beautiful, beams of pure warming sun that concealed a smiling protector, hidden from clear sight by the sheer brilliance of the place. No matter which way Sheen flew at the perceived figure, he could not “catch” a good look to satisfy his curiosity. It was amazing to him that this “game” did not drain his energy. Instead, these dreams left him feeling refreshed and hopeful.
Other dreams of habit were there for him to remember, but Sheen seldom relived them unless he was restless for answers about his current path or his sleep was that of exhaustion. These dreams were filled with dark tunnels of damp, dead, earth; Rich smells of both blood and earth and a general feeling of mistrust and discontent. All of these visions and feelings were wrapped up in a deep, aching need for something that he could not identify…..a need so great that Sheen would move deeper into the dank, darkness of this dream world to find “it” despite all instinct to flee upward toward the light and his protector. This need had become his driving “force” felt even during his waking hours.
It was his first memory, Sheen’s dream of his “birth” to the Great Plains and the path upon which he now moved, that he recalled when in need of inspiration or….humor. It began in the clouds, with Sheen practicing the strong art of his flight….searching amidst the musical bells. This time of peace was interrupted by an insistent male voice…..”He is ready! You must send him now!” A shadow of a being seemed to hover over Sheen’s general location when the female cried out . ”He is too small of stature and will certainly be crushed in the fray…..I cannot send him..…I cannot!” The quick response was filled with firm tenderness. “He is strong of spirit Desna and has learned many things. His Pixie form needs only a bit of strength and endurance to carry him through the journey at hand…..Trust me now. Release him!!!”
At those words, Sheen fell into a horrific spin of sun, clouds, and ground. His small hide saved only by the aeronautic skills he used to slow his descent before gravity took hold again. Eventually, Sheen passed out, or woke up, depending on your personal view of the world. His first “real” memory found him lying next to an ill-formed, shrub on the Great Plains, blinking his dry eyes in the sun; struggling to get his bearings. Fortunately, he regained full awareness at the same moment the burning sun began to disappear, too quickly, beneath a massive……... round…….. black....... hairy........ naked…….. ass end of ……….a half-orc?!?!?!? “Dragons and Demons!” Sheen cried out as he rolled out of the way. “Watch where you are going! Literally!” The startled male flew up in fear and shock, the pants around his ankles tripping him up as he went, causing his eyes to grow even larger, if that was possible. As he fell, the young half-orc reached out for support and took half of the ugly bush down with him in a mighty thud of dust and debris. Sheen had an instant realization that he had just found the strength and endurance promised to his heavenly goddess. What Sheen struggled to figure out, as he moved to help his new traveling partner, was the nature of the journey that would create his need for this half-startled, half naked, half-man child, half-orc.
The aching need to travel into the dark tunnels of dirt would soon find Sheen in his dreams and waking world. Together he and this barbarian, Dakar, would be wound together in an adventure of legend that would replace the personal history that Sheen no longer possessed.
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Dakar
Dakar was a young boy when his mother left him in the Plains just north of the Bandu Hills. She had finally escaped her disgusting, abusive captors and felt no love for the "ugly bastard" they had forced her to birth and raise. Dakar was a smart boy, regardless of her opinion, and he had learned much in the orc camp before leaving there. Although he missed his mother for a time, he was happy to be away from the brutish ones who screamed at him with their frothy spit. Luckily, as a half orc, he was more than capable of taking care of himself on these well stocked plains. He spent several years alone, living in a cave and feeding off whatever he could find. Then one day as he was squatting to take a dump, he happened to pick a bush with Sheen under it and they have been together ever since. He isn't quite sure to this day why Sheen puts up with him, but he sure enjoys the company...
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Re: 1G) More of Dakar & Sheen's Story

Post by cave_lion » Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:51 pm

Dakar and Sheen have wandered the Mwangi Expanse together for 10 years. They have become intertwined as friends almost to the point of it being supernatural (and in fact if either took a moment to consider the possibility they might realize it could very well be). They have learned to sense where each other is at any given moment, and even when Sheen pulls his invisibility stunt Dakar usually has a good idea of exactly where Sheen is at. Because Sheen is sometimes hard to talk to and get straight answers from, Dakar has taken to asking questions of a rock that Sheen gave him (the first present he ever received). Dakar will touch the rock that hangs on a leather strap around his neck and then ask a question and then answer the question as if he is the rock too. Where did Sheen go to now?.......he is over there tickling that rhino's stomach.....Should we do something?.....You probably better run because the rhino is looking over here like you are doing the tickling...

Dakar and Sheen occasionally traveled to Kibwe, the rune-walled oasis city in the middle of the Mwangi Expanse. A trading city with an ever changing make up of humans, elves, giants, kobolds, scorpionfolk and stranger beings too. Once Dakar reached his full 6'3" height, Sheen and him traveled to Kibwe with a big bag of pelts Dakar had collected and tanned. They sold these and a few gems they had found to equip themselves with some good city-type gear. A nice set of leathers and a well crafted two bladed sword for Dakar took the bulk of their profits. Dakar loved the feel of the big blade as it sliced through the air. It called to his darker side that he didn't talk to Sheen about. The one that sometimes whispered to him in the night in the ancient tongue before he fell asleep. He often dreamed of flying on big leathery wings when the voice spoke to him. And sometimes he started dreaming of killing things, but he always forced himself to wake up when that happened. He didn't want to turn out to be the "ugly orc bastard" that his mom called him. He was a good person and he only killed when he had to--to eat or defend himself and Sheen. Of course there was nothing wrong with enjoying the killing when it had to be done. And there was plenty of creatures out in the wilds that found out the hard way how much Dakar enjoyed it when he could. Still sometimes that voice said some mighty interesting things... When they traveled to Kibwe, Dakar also learned of the diety Gorum and he felt an instant attraction to the Lord in Iron's trinity of Strength, Battle, and Weapons. He was an instant convert to the battle god's way, much to the consternation of Sheen. This was a constant point of struggle for the two, though they always agreed to disagree in the end.

Sheen's prior memories did not return in the 10 years since meeting Dakar. He had grown very attached to the smelly half orc, however, and most of the time he didn't worry about his memory loss, confident that his goddess Desna would tell him who he had been if he ever needed to know that information. One memory was as good as the next after all and you can only hold a few at a time... Dakar provided more than enough to keep him busy and even occasionally swam in some small pond to remove the stink.

Life was simple and easy for the two, and odds were good they would stay that way as long as they could face whatever the days brought together. As it turned out they would soon have to test those odds and see how the dice would roll...

The first indication that things were about to change showed up in Dakar and Sheen's dreamings. They both began having ever more intense dreams. Dakar found himself bursting out of his body in a terrible form and attacking everything around him, and Sheen found himself searching deeper and deeper through the dark tunnels towards the ever elusive "thing" that he had to find.

Then one day as they were squatting by a pool filling their canteens, a beautiful butterfly began flitting around their faces and landing on their clothing. Dakar had grown used to Sheen's insistence that all creatures had a place in the world so he had learned long ago to hold in check his natural instinct to lash out at small things that moved around him. He had actually grown to appreciate the beauty that Sheen noticed everywhere. They began to play with the butterfly and soon many more came, floating and dropping around them. Sheen very quickly realized that this was a special occurrence, so he signaled to Dakar to be alert using their agreed upon sign, and shortly after this a much larger brilliantly colored butterfly appeared gently flying with the breezes and then landing a short distance away from them on the ground under the branches of a spreading tree. The breezes were picking up quickly then and turning into gusts, as the butterfly began shifting, growing and changing into a beautiful woman with gray moth like wings. As the air became more forceful, the smaller butterflies all tumbled and disappeared in puffs of small dust clouds and Sheen flew quickly to Dakar's shoulder to hold on. The skies mirrored her transformation, turning darkly gray with large deeply layered clouds moving in frightening patterns across the sky.
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Sheen quickly sensed who the woman was and relieved but still fearful, given her unexpected darkness, he gestured to Dakar to stand down and then said Dakar, It is my goddess Desna, do not be alarmed. She will not harm us.

Desna then slowly lowered her hands while her grey wings gently fanned the winds to a calmed state, until the silence dropped down on them as if it were a physical presence. Sheen and Dakar attempted to return the gaze of this immortal goddess, but found it difficult to steady their shaking bodies.
My wild ones, I am sorry for scaring you, but the coming events have hardened my thoughts and I can only come to you as I am feeling; darkened and resolute. Sheen you have done well taking care of your little half orc, and you Dakar, thank you for watching over my wandering pixie. The time has come for your paths to take a new course. Pharasma has marked you as ones who will bring much good to this world with your efforts. There is little time, and others are coming shortly, so please try to calm yourselves and soon you will know what must be done.
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