Kolvar is sent out on a job to find the source of chaos that has been putting a small village on edge, he finds an eldritch god in the form of Spice looking to have a bit of fun. Reaching a mutual bargain, she agrees to leave the village be if he can offer her something she has never had before. He offers her a dinner date, and whatever she would like afterwards, which she accepts with glee~
This a story inspired by the amazing SpiceDealer (@yayeetIsin on twitter) who drew a stunning piece of my Hexblade Kolvar with their amazing Spice and it absolutely inspired me for this piece! Thank you sooo much for the inspiration! I hope you all really enjoy this story! Here is a snippet from it!
The autumn sun beats gently down on what used to be a quiet quaint village nestled out of the way between a series of springs and a mountain. Though as Kolvar steps through it, he can see what peace it has broken some time ago and now the towns people look to him in that familiar hope. That he can solve whatever trouble as decided to settle upon them, though a sigh leaves him as he knows from what they described this may not be so easy. The cool breeze picks up some loose locks of his long hair of white, silver, and black that hint at an age he has long left behind. With a scoff, he reaches up to push them back into his braid with hands of light tanned skin while his sharp silver eyes look at things that the villagers couldn’t. He can see the trails of crimson and black power dancing in the air around them, still fresh and strong with the power to cause change at a moment’s will. Without context of their use, there would be something more than curiosity and nervousness running through his system at the destruction they could cause. The effects of this magic instead have been closer to pranks, bottles of wine becoming water and objects misplaced in impossible locations around the village along with people hearing voices to scare them at in convent moments, but nothing more. Out of idle curiosity, he reaches out and touches one of the trails, feeling a tingling sensation run through his arm before fading without issue. Kolvar blinks as he looks back to the elder of the village, the older man who obviously hasn’t had a good night of rest in a while, “I do see what you are meaning elder. I believe I can do something about your issue, though you did say the Spirit of the springs to the north was ‘eaten?’”
Blinking in surprise, the elder is about to say something when he looks to Kolvar’s long sharp ears and his fine elven features, seeming to make his own conclusion on how he knew so much with so little. Kolvar gives him a small smile, forgiving his assumption as the people of this village could only see him as a mercenary with his old ornate half-plate armor and the two sabers, one strapped to his hip and the other his back. They can’t feel magic emanating from him or that the saber on his back is purposely silent in the moment but can hear and perceive them all. His patron and him had an argument this morning and had chosen to give him the silent treatment, not that he objects much this moment. Kolvar knows he would rather not have to explain to the villagers what a sentient weapon was and have to dance around the truth about what they actually are. Finally, the elder coughs and points to the northern side of the village, “Yes, well… We have not seen the Spirit for some months now and so the only conclusion we can make in this moment is that whatever moved into the springs ate them and now haunts our village as it likes. The Spirit… well he wasn’t more than someone to appease every year as he didn’t protect us or even the mountain, but it still doesn’t feel right to know he is gone. Please, I know we cannot pay you much, but we have nowhere else to go…” Kolvar gives the elder a sympathetic smile before giving him a sympathetic pat on the back, “I am not going to ask for payment my friend, this is a threat that I wish to deal with and helping your village is a bonus in my books. Relax, I will return with good news.” Nodding to the old man, Kolvar steps away and follows the trails of power, his curiosity starting to win out against his nervousness of the strange situation.
As he passes under the walls of the village, he can see the waves of power give him a trail to follow though he doesn’t kid himself about how easy they are to follow. Who or whatever left them wanted to see who would take the trail and if their curiosity would take the bait, leading them to… Kolvar blinks as he sees the forest of ash trees clear into a series of springs that let off clouds of steam as a central spring sports a waterfall cresting into it. The place is beautiful and enrapturing if not for the dead body of a huge bear in the middle of it all, horrible wounds on its sides suggest something much bigger killed it. He doesn’t need to use his gifted sight to know that this bear is the spirit in question, the blood that is dried around it sparkles with magic to the naked eye. Stepping closer, Kolvar can see the wounds not made by any claw or teeth, instead the edges almost look charred but not with fire. It takes a moment for him to recognize when something incredibly powerful wants something dead and with their will makes it happen. The nervousness starts to bubble up again as he stands to his full height and scans the area, wondering where the being is.
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