Dantel Bloodborne
A Viper for Vengeance
Once, a boy whom could trust in his friends.
Once, a boy whom thought the hero would always win.
Once, a boy whom thought he was willing to sacrifice everything for the better of the world.
Now the world, has taken a cost, that he could not bear to pay.
His mother, hailed from a shinobi clan in Doma, Akane, slain in the war in Garlemald.
His father, a monk of Ala Mhigo, Jack, turned blasphemy that was put down.
His spear, that housed a spirit, tasked to be his guardian, Tryndamere, broken, and banished.
Now there is nothing. Nothing but a void. An emptiness. A hole he constantly seeks to fill with battle, after battle, after battle.
The only thing that ties him to his past, is his necklace. Bearing a soulstone of a Dragoon, and a crystal of blood.
Known Name: Ozul Bloodborne
Age: 26
Race: Half Doman Half Ala Mhigan
Nameday: 24th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon
Birthplace: Goblet, Ul'Dah
Guardian: Rhalgr
Gender: Male
Occupation: Adventurer/Bounty Hunter
Data Center: Aether, Cactuar
Usually found in the Bloodsands. He will accept any challenger willing to have a one-on-one. He could also be wandering Eorzea, looking into fight clubs or jobs to pick up.
Bears a Dragoon soulstone. Despite the lack of a lance, he has not forgotten how to jump high.
There is Spirits Within (kill me) the blood crystal that he holds.
Those attuned to aether may find a bit of a draconic signature on him, Dragoon blood flows within him.
His mask currently has Laquer lines. It was damaged some time ago.
Heyo, name's Dan. I've roleplayed for a good few years and it has been in and out for me from time to time. Decided recently to try walking about looking for open RP to hop in on. I've had this character since ARR (R.I.P. Blood for blood and Blood of the Dragon) and developed him from expansion to expansion. The start, the rise, and now, the fall. Feel free to throw a walk-up or give me a /tell! Would be glad to help develop your characters if you think this guy is the job for it.My work schedule is unfortunately all over the place and I'm usually offline Saturdays. If you send me a message on discord however, I can try to get back to ya ASAP.Discord: dantarodanstar
TABLE OF CONTENTS
"So, you want a story, huh?""His story, starts here."
Bloodborne's tale begins a long time ago. When he was a young starry eyed boy with dreams of making the realm a better place, one step at a time. A dragoon who sought to take justice to the skies. A man, whom goes by the name of Dantel. His family was well off, with the history they've had. Heroic tales of the past that brought a name to themselves, yet not without vile rumours of the darkness they were steeped in. From crime family to cultists. Dantel's motivation, was to alleviate the rumours, with his own actions. He thought, like those before him, it is his time to take the mantle of being a hero, like his ancestors before him. Wishing to start as no more than a humble beginner to adventuring, he refused the amassed treasury his parents would offer. Wanting to use the gil he himself would earn and save, to have armour of his own. The only compromise, through the worry of his parents, is to at least take with him, the lance, fashioned by his father, Jack, so he can have something to protect himself with. That lance, Dantel gave the name Tryndamere. "Doesn't it sound cool!?" And through his mother, Akane, who pushed Jack to teach the boy the ways of the monk. Through the arguing of the parents, Jack was able to compromise. While the skills he can do are exclusive to the monks of the Reach. He can at least, teach Dantel the basics of Pugilist combat. Clearing Akane's worries that should for any possible reason, that Dantel loses his lance, he would still be able to defend himself.
"His first high rank hunt."
Dantel would finally, after his rigorous training, be able to join a party to fight against dangerous creatures that have threatened the people. Joining up with a gladiator, a thaumaturge, and a conjuror, they set off to hunt a Chimera. The battle, was certainly hard-fought. The gladiator, believed he was invincible, yet hard pressed to keep the attention. The conjuror, trying hard to focus through her panic because of the foolhardiness of the gladiator. The thaumaturge, paying its price for its spell-casting, becoming stunned from the levin the chimera blasted. It was starting to go wrong, fast. As the chimera turned its attention to the thaumaturge, and rose up on its hind legs seeking the crush the lass. Without a thought, he went straight to her side, held his lance out, and prayed to the Kami above with eyes shut tight.That was when he heard the sound of heavy metal stomping the ground right by him. The metal creaking under heavy weight. He opened his eyes. A large suit of armour of blue, stood over him, holding the chimera's paw from crushing the two. With a red plume coming from the helmet, and a tabard depicting a blue shield with claw marks that tore into it. The armour looked down to Dantel with glowing red dot eyes. "TATAKAE!!!" It shouted. Metal ringing from within itself. Snapping Dantel out of his wonder. Grabbing the thaumaturge to get far from the chimera. "Start casting if you can!" He said, and ran back to the fray.The party, by the skin of their teeth, managed to fell the chimera. The air, beginning to calm. But. . .There was a slight tension. Dantel slowly walked to the set of armour, back in wonder. Where did it come from? Why help them? A spirit of a dead adventurer perhaps? All that came out was "<What are you?>" in a language he heard the armour speak in. "Waga na wa Tryndamere!" It yells beating a gauntlet to its chest. "<I am, the very name you gave me. Born from the very lance you wield.>" Dantel was confused. It would sound like a tsukumogami. . .But it hasn't even been so long since the lance was made."Mind explaining all of this?" The gladiator called out, while the conjuror got to healing the wounds endured. "I don't know. . .This is new to me as well but, I think this may be the Kami's blessing." The gladiator, was not pleased with this answer. "There is no bloody diety in this bloody realm that would allow -this- thing to walk around!" The thaumaturge would then call out. "That -thing- just saved our asses in case you knocked your head!" The conjuror putting out her own words. "It is still dangerous to keep around. There are plenty of spirits that become void corrupted." The gladiator laughs. "Twelve bless democracy. Get rid of it, Dantel." Dantel clenched his teeth. "I don't even get a say in this!?" The gladiator draws his blade. "Why should the one housing something dangerous have a say at all?"Dantel grinded his teeth. This spirit helped them, and this is what they want to do with him. He remembers tales of how dragoons can jump high, how they can soar the skies. He is unlearned, so, in this act, he decided to go off on complete experimental guesswork. He channeled what aether he could muster. Focusing it on his legs as he crouched down. "<I won't let them have you, Trydnamere.>" The party can definitely see, Dantel choosing defiance. The gladiator starting to shout orders. "Get a sleep spell on him!" The thaumaturge, had other ideas in mind. The conjuror being put to sleep instead. "What in the bloody hells are you doing!?" The gladiator shouts. The thaumaturge just shrugged. "Ah, I don't get to cast sleep often since enemies wake up from it anyways after attacking it. I guess I'm just out of practice on that spell.""I will deal with you later!" As he rushes with blade drawn towards Dantel. He was given enough time to charge his aether. With a BAM, he launched himself, zooming past the gladiator, past the thaumaturge and conjuror, out of the lair of the slain chimera. His legs from the ordeal, feeling as though they have been put through a grinder. To where a step could be painful. He would push himself to return to Gridania to find healing within the conjuror's guild.
"He learned that not all whom are criminals, are truely evil."
Dantel was patrolling the Goblet, seeking for any criminals the Brass Blades would dare ignore. All seemed well, all seemed quiet. A house within the goblet looked to be of Othardian origin. He decided to take a look out of curiousity, only to find a man standing on the lawn, a third eye upon his forehead. Dantel's eyes went wide as he swiftly drew his lance. "A Garlean!? Right within our very walls!" As though it was an incantation for a summoning, the door flung open, and there was a loud whistle, as Dantel was hit by a dart. He found himself unable to move, unable to speak, as still as a carved out statue. Out came a tall Xaela wearing a haori, clicking his tongue. "Inside." He tells the garlean, as he walked up to the boy. "Trying to cause trouble on my property?" As a foot was raised and Dantel was kicked into the pools. The paralysis effect seemed shortlived afterwards as he swam up and took a gasp of air. He would swim to the edge to latch onto and pull himself out. The door already slammed shut. Dantel would bring himself to stand back up and make for the door, banging a fist on it as a peephole slid open. "WAT!?!?" "I want to speak to your boss!" "DA BOSS IS ZOGGIN BUSY!!! SCRAM!!!" As the peephole slammed shut. So, Dantel decided he will wait. If the patron of this house is busy, then there will be a time he isn't.WIP recovery"He met a real live Dragoon. Retired, sure. But it was his chance to fly."Within the Yakuza household, Dantel came across a tall elezen, a sky pirate. Dantel could not help but argue with the man, the moment talk of gravedigging came up. "Ya think ye can arrest me fer it? Try it. A've got turns of experience that oughta break dat stick 'o yours." "This -stick- does not break so easily as you think, pirate." "That's no way ta talk ta someone fifteh years of experience more handling a stick." "Wait. . .What do you mean?" "I mean, I am able ta jump bloody higher than yous able ta reach." "Wait. . .YOU'RE A DRAGOON!?!?" It was. . .Painfully easy to distract him from morals when it comes to talks of Dragoons.From there, he would have a mentor, and teacher, with a Sky Pirate of all things. From there, he would go from a dancer who is a lancer, to a Justice Dragoon.Turns have passed. Dantel was learning the secrets of how Dragoons are able to jump high, how their body must be physically trained to handle the power attained from dragons. How the origins of it, is using the power of dragons against them in the Dragonsong war. The war, is long over. But the need for Dragoons, will remain. The time would come, when Dantel was ready, to partake in the ritual.He found it. . .Sickening at the time. The fact he had to drink blood at all, especially one from a dragoon. "It's either ya drink theys blood or eat tha flesh." It shook him a bit. But he truly wished to become Dragoon. He has a dream he wished to fulfill. "Is. . .There really a dragon that is -willing- to give blood? I think it might be easier to just. . .Get some from Nidhogg's brood still around." Dantel would smacked smacked at the back of his head. "Ye trying to conscript yeself to Nidhogg, boy!? Easy ta get blood from one ya -want- dead! Come on. I know folk in Anyx Trine."They would travel to the large tower within Dravanian Forelands. Filled with dragons whom are peaceful, whom are of Hreasvelgr's brood. The sky pirate managing to strike some deal. "Good news, kid. Ya got the blood." "Was there something they wanted in return?" "A favour that I'm collecting. Be thankful fer it."There he had it. A bowl of dragon's blood. He shook from the sight of it. "I, uh. . .Don't have to drink -all of it-. . .Right?" "And waste the leftover's that they bloody gave ya?" Dantel felt his stomach turn a bit. He closed his eyes, trying to empty his mind of all thought. As he lifted the bowl and drank from it.The process, was quite painful. The blood becoming mixed with his own, the invitation of a soul into his. He hears a load roar, the image of a crimson bipedal dragon who does not seem happy to see him. It. . .Spoke in a language, yet he felt able to understand it somehow. "[Whom is it that bringeth me from death!? From mine own peaceful rest!?]" "I. . .I am Dantel Bloodborne! I sought to become Dragoon!" "[That is clear to see here. But you have not answered why.]" "I wish to bring justice to the skies!" "[And do you know what is this justice you would bring to the skies?]" "The kind that shows all who wish to gain for themselves at the expense of the suffering of another, no matter how high to the heavens they go, I -will- be there!""[We will see how long that holds.]"
"He learned what his parents hide from him. Shame he couldn't see reason for it at the time."Dantel at the time was forbidden by his parents to visit either Ala Mhigo nor Doma. But why? That is the birthplace of his parents. He remembers the paintings of them, the illustrations within the books. Why forbid him to see it in person? Some members of the Yakuza offered to go on a trip with him. "Is it really ok?" "It's not like your parents will know. Besides, it's your own birthright to see where they grew up."Their words were true, yet, he still felt afraid. Afraid, yet still curious. Curiousity, winning out. So off to Doma they were. The company having to need to do business with the locals anyhow. Dantel saw the cherry blossoms, the plains, the villages. It was beautiful. So much different than the books and pictures. But then. . .He would see the ugly side. The magitek gate built into the Dairyu Moon Gates. The ruins of Doma, the royal palace. . .Flooded. "My parents hid this from me. . .Why?" "Sometimes parents wish to hide the ugly truth. Thinking the young one can't take it." "But I. . .I would have helped if I knew! Why tell me I am forbidden!?" "That, right there. That attitude. If that's how you act, why bother telling you the truth?"Dantel clenched his hands tight. He wishes to confront his parents about it.
"He went to his parents. Demanding to know what else they hide."Dantel went back to his home in the Goblet. The home of his parents. his father sitting by the fire. Dantel was about to call out, until he sensed his mother, Akane, up to her antics. Drawing his lance and blocking an incoming axe kick. His mother pushing off and flipping backwards and onto her feet. "<Still sharp. Good.>" Jack, his father, turned from his chair to look at his son. "Then turned back to the fireplace. "Come, sit. I see in your eyes there is something you wish to discuss." Dantel simply called out from where he stood instead. "I want to know what else you're hiding from me." Jack raised a hand. "Sit, now." "<Jack, what if->" "It's fine, love. Especially since he is about to be of age."Dantel was confused. "What do you mean?" Jack leaned back in his seat. "Your mother, knew of your little trips. Knew where you went. You clearly underestimate her ability, especially after all those stories you know of Shinobi. So I will ask you this, Dantel. It's almost your 18th birthday. Have you been getting these nightmares?" Dantel was dumbfounded. He could not understand. "What does what I dream of have to do with this?" "Everything. Now answer yes, or no." Dantel was silent for a bit. "There. . .Was one time, it felt. . .Like I was there. Like it was real." "A man in blackened armour with an eye on his chest and blade?" "How. . .How did you know?" "Tell me what happened in that dream."
Revealing the dream, Jack patiently listened. His face becoming more and more grim. "I thought I could protect you from this. I thought if I hide from you from the very ugliness that would grant an inkling of vengeance, he would stay away. So tell me the truth. Did you feel the need to slay any involved with what happened to our homelands?" Dantel shook his head. "Never! Casualties can happen in war, but true justice is when they answer for their crimes! You taught me this! Taught me that sometimes there is no choice, but I believe-" "That there always is a choice. . ." Jack rubbed his temples and ran his hand down his face. "So he comes anyways. . .Dammit." The patriarch exhaled, it seems he knows of this too well. "What do you mean. . .Who -is- he!?"There was a silence in the room. Until Jack spoke up. "Hector Bloodborne. . .The first of us. He's demanding you spill blood now too. To continue a blood feud we have with another damned family.""Is there no other way we can just stop this? Can't we just negotiate?" Dantel pushed, spilling each other's blood could not be the only way. "There is no negotiating with vengeful spirits. . ." Jack Answered. "Especially with a family who's own bloodline is getting crazier by the generation too. If you want peace, best keep out of it. Stay low." "Stay low!? What of our name!? What of the rumours spread of us!? There is no staying low when our name is spoken of!" "No news, can be good news in times like these. If you can't figure it out, then you will know why soon enough. You're staying low, and staying out of this feud. That's -final-.""It greatly bothered Dantel. He decided to take matters into his own hands."He wished to stop Hector once and for all. Put an end to the curse first, deal with the feud second. He finds the cycle repeats because of the urse, so he must be rid of the source first. His investigation, led him to the Red Labyrinth. He would be stopped by an elezen guarding the doorway. "If you wish to enter the Red Labyrinth, I will have to guide you through." Dantel sought to try what he learned to see if it worked. "I fear the old blood." The guardsman's eyes widened a bit, then narrowed. Nodding his head to the doorway as he entered the labyrinth, with Dantel following behind.Twists and turns, cracks and crevices, they finally find themselves in an open area. There was a statue of a large four legged dragon, with wings spread, its head in mid roar. To the wall next to it, there were three switches.Dantel went to the switches, and sees writing above each, and a question involving the three. 'I, Theodore Bloodborne, committed the greatest achievement, that had me see impossibility as a lie. What was it?'1. I robbed the Gaineaux of their riches
2. I raised a criminal organization of mine own
3. I escaped the BrumeTheodore. . .He was a child of Hector. Something that was thought impossible, but had him commit to achieving great heights. Dantel pulled the 3rd lever. There was a short quake, as the dragon statue, moved backwards. Revealing a staircase down deeper."Defying the words of his father, he reunited with an old member of the family."As Dantel made it to the bottom, he sees numerous people. Dressed in armours of red with blue accents. Groups of mages in crimson robes, and shady rogues flipping daggers. Some heads turned to him as he made his way through. Suddenly Dantel finds himself pulled back, tripped, and fell hard to the ground with a knife near his throat. "Think you can just trot in here like you own the place? Least you can do is spot an introduction." "D-. . .Dantel Bloodborne! I came to seek answers!" "Bloodborne? Dantel? The said-to-be heir of the family? How about I cut into you and we can confirm this right now?"A loud booming voice was then heard. "ENOUGH!!!" A loud clanking of metal boots heard approaching, as the rogue got off Dantel, and a large man in golden armour approached. "Explain this incident!" The moment his eyes fell upon Dantel, he stepped closer and inspected the boy. ". . .You. . .How's Jack been?" Dantel was bewildered by the question. The man in gold knows his father by name? "Jack. . .My. . .My father? He's. . .He's doing alright." "I find that hard to believe. With the war in Doma and Ala Mhigo." "Well. . .He was captured. Mother had to loosen his restraints put on him and he. . .Went wild with his escape."There was a silence among the men, some whispering to each another. The one in gold then threw back his head. "HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAA!!!" Taking a breath, he looked back to Dantel. "THAT, sounds a lot more like him! His arse always getting into trouble! I'll ensure he doesn't know you spoke of this though, for his pride." "Who. . .Who are you?" "Who am I!? You don't remember me!? Well, I guess it has been ages. You were just a small little tyke." Dantel searched his own memory. Who was he??? When he was a small child. . .Yes, someone did used to visit at times. "Uncle Thaddeus!?" The man smiled. "It's good to see you again, little Danny boy.""He would learn the full truth of his line."
Thaddeus lead Dantel to a room. There was a bonfire in the center, and around, there are statues. Dantel went deep into the room, looking around, the crackling fire giving light to the figures. He recognized them. His ancestors, the visions Hector showed him in a dream. To the very end, as the centerpiece, was the statue of Hector himself. "Is this. . .A grave of my bloodline?" Thaddeus went up next to Dantel, looking at the statues as well. "You could say that. Some remains were found and brought to rest here. Others. . .Unfortunately might remain missing." Dantel started to approach Hector's statue, but was immediately stopped as Thaddeus grabbed his shoulder. "I would not recommend to approach him. Not yet." "Why?" "This place is not only serving as graves here. While some remains remain missing, each of these statues house a spirit. A soul. If you wish to face Hector and break us from this curse, it is best you take care of the others first." "Why not face him directly right now?" "Because if you do, he -will- have help. He has control over them. He will use them against you.""That can't be fair! You said each houses a soul!" Dantel yelled to Thaddeus in frustration. "Yet Hector is the first of us, and has the power to call upon any of us! He's had more power to puppet us as we try to make our way to the lifestream! Ever barring our way to peace. In life, and death."Frustrating as it is, to free his ancestors from The First Bloodborne, Hector, would make the battle to come easier to handle. So began the trials. Seeing how they lived, and how they died. Through Theodore, the rogue, he learned to be more cunning. Through Peter, the pirate, he learned to care for his crew. Through Agatha, the sorceress, he learned while life is precious, death, is ever the destined path for all. Through Richter, the paladin, he learned not every battle can be won. Not every battle, is worth fighting. One by one, they are set free from the first ancestor's grasp. All resting within a blood crystal he carries upon his necklace together with the soulstone of a dragoon. The time has come to face the origin of the bloodline.Dantel would approach the statue of Hector Bloodborne, the dark knight, the one whom started the feud between families, the one whom cursed an entire line to perpetuate the hatred. The time has come to place an end to this hatred. He reached his arm out, and closed his eyes.Dantel awoke in front of an Ishgardian manor. One of the high houses it looks like. He held tight to his lance. "<I am with you, Dantel. Let's finally put this to rest.>" Tryndamere spoke out. Dantel pushed the doors opened, and was greeted by a grotesque sight. Blood, corpses, and innards decorated what used to be a lavish house. A horrifying sight it was. But he jad to push on. He ascended up the steps to the main lobby, and down the long hall he could see at the end, by the feet of the statue of Halone, sat Hector, full ebony black armour with a draconic eye upon his chest plate, upon his throne fashioned from rotten flesh. "It took you long enough, boy."Dantel twirled his lance and quickly got into battle stance. "I am here to put an end to this cursed reign of yours!" Hector laughed. "You took away my descendants, rebel against me, and you claim that I am the one with the cursed reign?" A moment of silence, as Hector then slammed a fist against the rotten flesh of his throne. "I PROTECTED YOU!!! I ENSURED OUR SURVIVAL!!! IF WE DID NOTHING, WE WOULD HAVE BEEN CLEANSED BEFORE MY SON THEODORE WOULD LIFT A BLOODY FINGER ABOUT IT!!! AND MY REIGN HERE IS CURSED!?!?" Hector got up from his seat, and from thin air, a greatsword appeared from shadow. Another draconic eye that is embedded within it. "Ungrateful child. I will discipline you harshly, I will make sure you realize how desperate you are to have need of me in such times!"The battle, was fierce. The heir of the bloodline, against the first of his kind. It took everything he could muster. Working alongside the Tsukumogami that resided in his lance, Tryndamere, and the dragon that gives him the might of a dragoon, Xuvrys. They fought against Hector and his one singular companion that he kept close at hand, a black dragon he calls Armadyl. The battle raged on, as the very manor was torn asunder.Then, it was over. . .Hector finally brought down to his knees. "You think my end is what will bring peace? Naive child. . .You will invite death upon us all." The entire place quaked and shook, parts of the roof breaking apart and crashing to the floor, splashing into the blood and gore. A bellowing voice could be heard. "[It seems he will do nicely.]" Hector looked up, then back at Dantel. Dantel readied his lance, charging at Hector. Somehow with renewed vigor, Hector got up, pushed the lance away with an arm, and reached for the blood crystal that lies on the boy's neck. "I will make you remember, how you caused all this!"Dantel woke up. He was back in the tombs. He was alone, with a lit bonfire. What happened, felt like a dream, yet also felt real. He held up his blood crystal. He could feel the dark energy emanating from it. It worried him greatly, the cursed knight sharing a room with his ancestors he freed, yet he felt it was contained, for it didn't spread. It was kept focused on a single point. Perhaps if it ever happens again, he will be ready to beat him back once more. He exited the tomb, and was greeted by soldiers of his clan saluting him, taking the stance in a reaction akin to dominos falling into place as Thaddeus approached the lad. "Youngblood. . .You did it! You bloody did it!" Thaddeus stomped towards Dantel, he would have ran if he wished, but his golden armour weighed heavy. But he brought his arms out to embrace his nephew. "You freed us! Twelve above we are free!"Dantel stood alongside Thaddeus, he was dressed in robes that were a bit regal. As his kinsmen gathered and cheered. Thaddeus spoke up. "No more do we have to fear the knight! No more do we have to fear his magiks! No more do we have to be forced to perpetuate hatred for generations! No more I say! No more!" The people echoed back. "NO MORE!!!""Thanks to this boy. . .No. . .Thanks to this man! Who faced our curse and triumphed! Who broke us free from this yoke! We may choose to live for ourselves! For our own reasons! Never having to direct ourselves in a singular way! Our children will grow, never to know subjugation! Let us rejoice! For Lord Dantel, heir to the Bloodborne name, has granted us this freedom!"Peace was brought to the family, but it would be short-lived. For other threats loomed. For starters, much explanation to his parents.
His parents were quite angered about Dantel's personal quest, but they were happy to find he is still alive and well. "If I found you died, I'd find a way to get your sorry ass back here and bloody kick it myself." Jack said. Harsh, but. . .The boy knew he was worried for him. He did disobey him after all. They sat together, stories have been shared. Jack sharing how he got captured but managing an escape by punching his way out. Akane, privately adding in for the sake of her husband's pride, that she loosened the cuffs for him. Dantel sharing the trials he went through."You best not keep them around. That is danger on a highly potent level." Jack would say, pointing at the blood crystal hanging from Dantel's neck. "He's not doing anything right now, but. . .I am also afraid if I try to get rid of it, he will come back. We are free from his curse, but he is not. The Gaineaux still walking about is what keeps him here." "Boy, you better not be suggesting-" "No, I am not! But I do think maybe there is another way." Jack leaned back in his seat. "I do not appreciate being interrupted so I will let you know, this is the last time I let this slide. Speak your plan." "What if we. . .Made peace with each other?" Jack sighed. "Last time I thought of that, it became my turn to bloody my damned hands. We may be free from the curse, but we are not free from grudges. Ain't no way they will want for peace." Dantel leaned closer to Jack. "I have not. In fact, Tryndamere, Xuvrys, and I, managed to beat back Hector, so maybe they will listen this time.""I want to believe this, I do. But I am certain they will see you as the child of the man who murdered one of their own. But let's say you do somehow make peace. What then? Hector's bloody anchor here is the fact they're still alive and well here. Still getting heirs." Dantel looked down and tightened his fists. There is no telling if this would put him to peace. "But I have to still try. I don't know if it will change anything or have him break that one oath he made, but I have to try. It is better than having a continuous spiral of hatred. Better than having to end the lives of an entire house."Jack sighed as he leaned back in his seat. "You better lie low then. Your little quest would have definitely stirred some shit one way or the other." "But what if-" "You, are lying, low. Don't forget who your mother is either. She will know what you are up to and will definitely be keeping a close eye on you." He sighed. "Think meanwhile. . .I'll tell you a story."Dantel afterwards went to visit the yakuza house. Taisho slamming the door open, eyes narrowed. "<Taisho, I->" "<Inside, now.>" He could not understand. Was he in trouble? What for? He entered. "<Going off on your own, causing a damned scene. You never thought to consult with us about this!?>" "<What are you talking about? I did go off on my own but what do you mean causing a scene? For all I know I was within the labyrinth.>" "<Your 'family' came making threats to mine.>" Dantel was bewildered by this news. 'His' family? His father? His mother? Uncle Thaddeus? Well. . .Mayhaps his mother but. . ."<Did it involve throwing frying pans??>" The xaela growled. "<This is no joking matter.>" "<I am being serious. If my mother made threats it would involve that. She may have been worried about my disappearance, I'm sorry.>" Dantel said with a bow. Taisho clicked his tongue. "<The Order of the Black Dragon. Sound familiar?>" Dantel raised his head and shook it. "<No. . .I know nothing of this order.>" Taisho would then grab Dantel and lean his face close, fury in his eyes. Staring, as he slowly released the boy. "<You really do not know. . .Yet they know you. More of your parents secrets you spoke of?>" "<Dad told me everything about the line. I heard nothing of this. . .Name or title or whatever this order may be. If they are of 'family'. . .I must be during Richter's time? They were said to be dead, though.>" "<Clearly they are not. Unless they took up a different meaning. Ensure they do not become a problem, or there will be consequences.>"Turns have passed after what happened with Othard, and Ala Mhigo. Since Dantel fought his ancestral line. Became a hero to his kinsmen. The time would have come to try and negotiate peace talks with the opposing family line, but the open call to join the Eorzean Alliance came. It was time to lay seige to Garlemald.Banners were raised, armies gathered, the war to not only bring an end to Garlemald's tyranny, but to liberate them from the tempering well, was at hand. The Bloodbornes led by Thaddeus, and the Gaineuax led by Belladonna. A common goal among them, but there was still tension in the air. The Yakuza, lending their support as well, but only because there was a promised reward from the Alliance. No expense spared for what seems to be the final battle for the realm.Taisho, would call Dantel upon the pearl. "<Your golden boy better be on a leash.>" "<He won't strike against them, if anything this will be beneficial to gain trust.>" "<And how do you believe that to be so?>" "<Just like in the group exercises you had us do together. It was not just about working together, was it?>" "HA!!! <So now you are beginning to understand. Alright, I expect results.>""After the Alliance claimed Camp Broken Glass, the sight was of course a surprise. Nothing but ruins far as the eye can see, of a country that bred conquerors. Efforts were taken to help the civilians, whom had naught but fear of the invading armies."Scout parties were sent out, search and rescue parties hunting for people to escort out of the war zone. Dantel and his party managed to find a man armed with nothing more than a small knife. He tried to offer a helping hand, but was threatened. He tried to reason, but was met with disdain and disgust. For to the Garlean survivor, Dantel, his crew, and all outside Garlemald, are savages. Always, and will be. "Then a savage I will be, should you still judge it so, after coming with me. I promise on my family name, no harm will come to you!" A roar would yell from the tower of Babel, the warding scales activated, as the man clutched his head trying to block it out. As the echoes of the roar subside, there was an eerie calm. Dantel reached out to the man. "Are you alright?" Just then, with eyes of a tempered man, he brought up the knife and stabbed the boy's hand. Dantel yelled out in pain, as Tryndamere, exited the lance, and knocked the man out. "<Dantel! Are you alright!?>" "<He. . .He. . .I thought. . .>" His companions were already on the move. One taking the knocked out Garlean, and the other checking Dantel's hand. "He became tempered. Didn't have a warding scale." "But. . .How did he. . .?" "Blind dumb luck, maybe. Calm down, I'm going to start pulling it out."The knife pulled out, his hand quickly being bandaged and treated with aether, as the blood flowing become naught more than a few droplets. Dantel had to be escorted back to camp, for his mind was plagued by what transpired. The tempering that happened, how he assumed he must have survived, how he could have saved him if he just dragged him back to camp perchance. Useless, in the end. For what transpired has already come to pass, and naught can change it."To think things could truly get worse from there. Especially that moment of relief after the Warrior of Light stormed the Tower of Babel with the scions, the entire star was to soon experience the Final Days. With skies aflame in Thavnair, and spreading to Garlemald."Blasphemy after Blasphemy, they fall. Allies turning into monstrosities. How despair can easily take hold of man and change them from friend to foe. An aetherless creature. A fleeing thavnairian, close to getting mauled by such creature, would meet the end of a golden hammer, wielded by Thaddeus. "STAND STRONG!!! STEEL YOUR HEARTS!!! SO LONG AS WE DO NOT GIVE IN TO DESPAIR, HOPE BURNS ALIVE!!! THOSE WHO CAN FIGHT, TAKE ARMS!!! THOSE WHO CANNOT, FLEE NOT AWAY FROM FEAR, BUT FLEE TOWARDS A NEW DAWN WITH HOPE!!!" The soldiers of his company cheered as they fought on with what seemed to be renewed vigour. But it could not save them all. Dantel, finishing off a Blasphemy he was engaged with, yells to Thaddeus. "My parents have not answered my pearl! Have you any luck!?" "No, perhaps they too are engaged as well! Let us have faith, Youngblood! You know as well as I what they are capable of together, we can search for them once this ends if they refuse to answer!"It wasn't like there was a choice in the matter. They kept converging, more keep losing hope and give in to the change as despair grips them. They were far from done, and they must continue to stand against such odds. "And the Gaineaux!? Are they nowhere to be seen here!?" "Bah! Likely turned tail and ran at the first sight of danger! Bloody typical to only care for themselves! What of your little Yakuza family!? They do not seem keen to respond to my calls on the pearl!" "I've tried them! They're occupied in the city ruins!" "What even happened to that blasted Alliance!? Don't tell me they retreated!" "No, we're all spread thin now and surrounded. We have to make our stand and hold on!" This only confirmed to the two, they were alone to fight the battles for themselves. Them, and their company. It was a battle for their lives, and a battle for their very own souls, against the darkness that aims to take both."A moment's respite they earned at the cost of many men either turned or slain. But the horrors were not yet done."Dantel was jumping skyward, getting only mere moments of a vantage point before gravity would claim him once more to have him return to the ground, only for him to kick off again towards the fiery heavens. His companions whom joined him along the way, a machinist, an astrologian, and a warrior, scouting the insides of the ruined buildings of the city. The warrior, then found a scene of battle. A crater with a fist at its center. They called the group to meet at the area. Dantel, gazed at the crater, knowing whos handiwork this is. "Father. . ." Dantel looked around the area. There was some blood spilt, and footprints leading in differing directions. In the midst of the area, a warding scale, with a bullet lodged into it."How does one damage a warding scale? The enchantment on it doesn't seem to be working either." The machinist within the group snatched the warding scale from Dantel's hand and inspected the bullet. "This definitely don't seem like armour piercing. Well, it CAN but. . .This kind of material? Is more for piercing a dragon's scale." Dantel was taken aback by this. There were no dragons used in the attack. "This was. . .Intentional then." He tightened his fists. "It has to be one of the Garleans, right!? One of those loyalists!?" "I doubt one who is tempered at the time is capable of any thought other than 'glory be to Garlemald'. This ain't no loyalist. Especially with this kind of metal." "You're saying it was one of ours!?" "Do you know anyone who's got it out for your folk?" Dantel grit his teeth and placed a hand on his head. "It shouldn't matter. . .This war involves all of us! There's no way there could be. . ." He shook his head. "We keep looking."The party would search on, and find a mix of tracks, some more fresh than others. A set of footprints that are replaced by larger ones. Likely meaning one has turned. A different set made its way to a ruined building. The astro decided to follow the set that went to the ruins, and sees a body of a female shinobi. "Dantel?" She called out, as she drew a card. Her eyes narrowed.Dantel, the warrior, and the machinist, arriving to where the astro is, looked inside. "Mother!" His arm immediately grabbed, halting him. "Let go of me! My mother is in there!" "The cards foretell ill. I advise you stay put and observe." "You would tell me to just sit and watch her rot there!?" "I would tell you, to open your eyes and look. There is nothing about this that seems so simple." Dantel tightened a fist, and then looked. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, but. . .Then he sees it. Just as the astro foretold. The very ill, being the wires than ran across the rooms. "Wires. . .Surrounding her?" "Not any sort of 'wire'." Exclaimed the machinist. "Traps. These are explosives ready to blow the moment you disturb them." "So I just have to avoid them." Dantel would say. "Do not enter. As I have said, nothing about this seems that simple." The astro told Dantel. "Your cards already told you about the wires. I avoid them, get mother out, and maybe, just maybe we can get her help! She could still be alive in there! Even just barely hanging on!" "The cards, do not foretell the tools used, only the result. You walking in, is the catalyst for it to come to pass. I have read it within the spread." "Well if someone wants to pick a fight in there, I will see them -dead- for what they did here! -Dead-!!"The astro was silent, for only but a moment. "Do as you wish. . .Know that you have been warned, and I refuse to protect those who wish to ignore them."Alone he went, inside. Aware of the stringed traps that hang in the rooms as he slowly made his way to his mother. It was difficult, but he kept going. He had hope his mother can still be saved. She couldn't be dead. She was perhaps resting. Twelve knows how badly she needed one. But the moment he reached her, he felt for a pulse. She was gone. As a part of himself, felt torn away.There was suddenly a crackling noise, someone communicating through a speaker, hidden inside, around. "You should have listened to that card reader, boy." How fast everything unfolded then. It started with the beeping of the bombs activating, as time seemed to have slowed to a crawl, how Dantel pushed himself to grab his dead mother and make for a jump out. He was watching it happen in slow motion, and felt powerless to have himself go faster. As the firey explosions started, chasing after them. The warrior, just out the door, made a swift decision. Throwing a holmgang chain, grabbing Dantel, and pulling him out. As the fires blew out of the doorways and windows. "Bloody piece o work ye are, lad! GAHA!!!" The warrior feeling that small victory, the mood was shortlived. Seeing Dantel still hugging onto that corpse that he could not bear to let go.The trio, had to work to drag out that assailant, while covering Dantel. They found they were being looked at through a scope by the flash of reflected light it gave off. Subduing afterwards, became easy. As this. . .Bounty hunter, was dragged over to where Dantel is, still cradling his mother's body. He slowly looked up, as they announced the culprit. He gently laid his mother down onto the snow covered ground, and took his lance, slowly approaching. "Who hired you?" "Like I'd bloody te-" A scream came out as she was stabbed in the leg. The machinist raised both arms in an attempt to calm the situation. "Ok, maybe ease up on the-" "Shut up." Dantel said, sliding the now bloodied lance out. "I ask again, who hired you?" "You said to shut u-" The bounty hunter screamed again as the other leg got stabbed into and the lance twisted within the wound. "I was taught that legs are integral for a Dragoon. . .I also have come to know it is used for fleeing far away as fast as possible. . .If I take away your arms, would that take away your ability to use your weapon too? Something important for this job of yours?" The hunter opened her mouth to speak and was answered with a quick stab to her left arm. "I didn't bloody say nothing yet!!" Dantel slowly slid the lance deeper in as he leaned to her face. ". . .Then make your next words count. Who, hired, -you-!?"
"Reality is quite a cruel mistress. Truth is its sharpened dagger. For it was revealed to the lad, that the Gaineuax, the family they were locked into a blood feud with for generations, took advantage of the war, to hire a mercenary to do the dirty work for them."Dantel paced around the war room of the Bloodborne's hideaway within the Red Labyrinth. Scouts have been sent, but the emotions that swirled within him, causing him to shiver, how it continues to be a force to be reckoned with. Not only does he need to gain information on the Gaineaux who plotted the assassination, he needs to search for his father whom is nowhere to be found as of yet. He could only pray he still lives.The scouts would report back. Names and locations.Alexandre Gaineaux, of the noble bloodline. Either reading scriptures within the church or drinking the day away at the Forgotten Knight. Always the narcissist, showing off his nobility. Despite being against the reformation of Ishgard, he tolerates it.Belladonna Gaineaux, sister to Alexandre, of the noble bloodline. A captain of the guard, with arrest rates that may have broken records with some charges ranging from murder, larceny, theft, to small things like looking the wrong way. Even would arrest families together on suspicion of conspiracy.Finally, of his father. Jack Bloodborne. Of which the last traces that could be found, was the crater near where the corpse of his mother was found."My father, does not just DISAPPEAR!! FIND HIM!!!" Dantel shouted as the scouts swiftly made their presence scarce. Thaddeus approached and placed his armoured hand of gold upon Dantel's shoulder. "Youngblood. . .You need to calm yourself." "Calm myself!? There are those perpetuating the damned feud, my father missing, and I should calm myself!?" "You are looked upon as the leader of the house! Of the name! The family! Give in to your emotion, and not only will your very allies be afraid of you, they may even abandon you. That is only the best case scenario I tell to you. You need to be strong.""<He is right, Dantel.>" His lance, Tryndamere, would speak up. "<Such anger will only have us lose lose the very person you wished to become. That your parents, wished for you to become. Your father will be found. The Kami shall guide us.>"WIP
Dantel's eyes open. He was within the ruins of Doma, in the midst of a war. Fires alight, cannons firing into the city. People screaming, terrified, running for safety. What could he do? Who could he save? There was chaos everywhere he looked. All of a sudden, time has stopped. He could hear the sound of metal boots.Clink. . .Clank. . .Clink. . .Clank. . .Clink. . .Clank. . .Dantel turned to the source of the sound that comes closer to him, he spies a man in armour of black scales. A dragon's eye within the torso."Who are you?" He asked."Is that any way to speak to your elders? Youngblood?" There was a metallic sounding growl to every word that comes from the dark one. It waved a hand, to gesture to the scene. "This, around you. Quite devastating. They left nothing worth repairing. Nothing to salvage. I know what it is like to lose something, I know what it is like to watch what you love, be destroyed." The scene shifts. It was witchdrop. A woman was shoved down, as a scream was heard, and then, silence."I know what it is like, to have to deal with a single constant enemy." The scene shifts again, a smiling rogue battling a paladin in a lavish room within Ul'Dah. The building collapsing upon them both. Another scene, a sky ship getting blown to bits and falling through the clouds. A white mage surrounded by a group of paladins, as she tries to keep a behemoth's meteor at bay with her shielding. A paladin in golden armour, getting stabbed in the back by a rogue."Why show me this? I remember some of them from the tales but. . .That paladin. . .Richter. That was when he tried to liberate Ala Mhigo on his own with his own company." "And -failed-. I warned him as I warned those before. Yet in his impudence, he fought me for ten long turns in the afterlife."The black armoured clad man paced a bit in his steps. "As for -why-. . .I decided to take a more -forceful- approach this time while you are ripe of age. I made the mistake of taking that approach when it was too late. But this time, you best prepare for mine arrival. Your father may be an unwilling host, but you? You will not be able to shut ME out!"The man in black armour threw out a hand to Dantel, the boy's body seized up, he feels the very arteries inside him moving, the blood flow being manipulated. He screamed out in pain.Dantel jolted awake, shot up from his bed. Letting out a scream that carried on from his dream, and gasped. Feeling his entire body, before resting his hands upon his head. What manner of nightmare was this?