Original Character is from : www.zervatheus.blogspot.com . Zervatheus is a good friend of mine, and he gave me his character in the hope I could write on with him since he has no time to write on anymore.
My name is Volfram Valtheus. Let's skip the chit-chat about my life, only thing I want to tell is that I'm part of the legion of The Black Bow. My high inquisitors were looking at me across the table. I was sitting on a chair on the back of the table, and the inquisitors on the other end. High Inquisitor:"You know what to do, you know your objective , and you know what is at stake. Do what you is teached, and don't come back until the job is done, if you do come back we will kill you. Good luck." I stood up, and walked away without even looking back, I went to my dorm , put on my pants, shirt, vest over it and my black shoes and gloves. I took the helmet from my closet, and put it up on my head. I grabbed my flintlock, and put it in my holster and I also grabbed my rapier and went off. I walked through our great halls, and went out into our big garden. Witch Hunters EVERYWHERE, training with bows, flintlocks, rifles and rapiers. Our standard equipment was a flintlock and rapier after all. This was just a small base of Niarlore, our great base was stationed elsewhere, which I'm not going to mention yet. We have bases stationed everywhere, eventhough we are in ghost modus at the moment. I walked near the gates that would open the way for me, and I could hear the gatekeepers shout:" OPEN THE GATE! It's the "Salvator"! " Salvator of what , I asked myself. Interesting. I saw my mighty stallion, getting settled up by a small farmer kid. I nodded at him, gave him some money for it in exchange hopped on, and galloped away. My way to the pass was rather silent, so now and then a raider would hop in front of me. Not a good match for my Flintlock. I grinned as I reached the pass. I could smell it. A Demon. I hopped off my horse, and saw footprints from an extraordinary big foot, atleast, not the size of feet a normal human should have. This guy is a big one. I again, hopped on my mighty stallion and went through the pass. My mask on my head kept it dark, eventhough I was close to Arishalore I still couldn't feel or see the light from the sun. I ventured on, almost being at the city, I could see the smoke in the near distance and the smell of cooked meat, which has been rotting for a week or two now. Ahh...So this is what they meant about the "Bloodriver" in the intel. Lovely. The whole river was covered with piles of humans and blood, sentinels were clearing up the place though and went they noticed me getting in they glared at me like I was a hellish spawn. Can't blame them, I'm already used to it. I hopped off from my stallion, and approached the nearest Civilian that was still pretty much unharmed or hurt. He looked like a pretty strong, young 'fella. 100% that kid could handle himself in these kind of situations, I looked at his face and noticed his eye was irritated in a way of that something has hit his eye very badly. I started a conversation:" I got something to ask, and it's very important." He glared at me and said ???:"Why the fuck should I help or trust you people? You fucking numbnuts took my family into a pit of darkness and doom! My father is gone and my sist--..." I shut his mouth before he could go on. Volfram:"Listen kid, I don't fucking care about your lifestory. I just want answers, to get the crazy fucker killed who did this." The kid was amazed by my rude interruption and replied ???:"That crazy fucker saved me, and my sister before from your sort...He was my teacher." My eyebrow went up, and down again. Amazing.
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