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27 February 2011 @ 11:22 am
Simister's D&D 4E Story  
Wrong Time, Right Place

They say a coward dies a thousand times while a brave man can only die once… how little they truly know. Simister was just a farmer when the black tide of the Devil’s army over ran the Dragonborn realm of the Sacred Flame. The armies were not prepared and fell under the weight of the Devils. Simister and many other Dragonborn fled into the human realms for there was no other place to go. Homeless in the human cities Simister watched as the human kingdom struggled with the on rushing oblivion. Yet somehow the tide broke and parity between the forces grew. It was then that Simister and many of his Dragonborn kin rose up to help the humans. Simister soon found himself marching with the last of the Dragonborn to, what later would be called theBattle of Duncor Plains or just The Final Battle, war. Simister had never held a sword and the only thing that other Dragonborn thought about Simister was that he could swing a scythe endlessly during the day, yet into the maelstrom he walked with other farmers and shopkeepers, only to shatter as the hellish hordes crashed into their lines.
Simister tried to remain brave and strong, upholding the honor of the Dragonborn, but soon it was too much and he found himself hiding under a discarded banner praying the roving hell hounds would not pick up his scent. Suddenly Simister felt a horrible pain at the base of his neck, as if something was digging into his skin and passed out. It turned out that the banner he hid under was actually the decapitated wing of the Pit Fiend, Azterties, second in command of the forces of hell. Azterties fell under the combined might of the knights and paladins of Humility which was the turning point in the Final Battle. Yet he was not destroyed, only gravely wounded. Soon the fiend would have regenerated, except one of its wings that would have returned to him, regenerated into another, Simister. Without the wing, Azterties, could not regain his full strength and, even worse for the devil, his power were being siphoned away from him into the being that dared to steal his wing.
When Simister woke up, his mind was almost over whelmed with images of another’s life. These images were vile and utterly evil. For over a day he lay on the battle field not able to pull his mind from the depths of those images. The next day he was found by a Priest of Mercy and brought to the healing tents. He lay there another day and the memories started to recede. Simister sat up and stretched, but then the screaming started all around him. Looked for the source and soon realized from the stares directed at him that he was the cause. Then he felt the strange sensation of a third wing. He fled the tent as cries for the knights to destroy the devil spawn came from the wounded.
Simister thought he was cursed until the first devil came trying to bring the wing back to Azterties. It was during that fight he found out that the wing gave him power and with that power he defeated the devil. It was then that Simister decided that he would avenge the fallen empire of the Sacred Flame and bring honor back to the memory of his Dragonborn kin.
This was a time for heroes. They will have to make do with Simister Darkwing….

Appearance: Simister looks like a golden brown scaled dragonborn with a very odd cloak wrapped around him. The cloak seems just to drape around one side almost like a toga but there are not clasps that hold it in place. The cloak is a very dark red, almost black.