User:Gamling45/Baron Xectus Fortisque

Young Age
Fortisque was born in the city of Zargoth's Fall. The Lord of Zargoth's Fall's men found him abandoned on the outskirts near a destroyed building, and one of the men knew this famliy. They brought him to Lord Fredric Calamar, for his wife could not conceive. He was glad to see this boy, and he made him his son and soon to be the next lord of Zargoth's Fall.

Teen Years
The fourteen year old Baron had been training with a Sargent named: Elyrk Anderson. The Baron's favorite weapon was a long sword and a kite shield, same as Elryk. Elryk was about twenty years older than him. The child was good with balance, but terrible with technique, Elryk was going to change that. They train and have competitions, but he lost another training session, the score was 59:0.

Now, he is seventeen and finally able to at least go on a hunting trip. He went with Elryk and three other guards, they found nothing. Xectus was disappointed that he didn't get to hunt; but they were soon ambushed by a few bandits. Being on a road with slopes on both sides, gave the bandits the advantage. But, they were no match against the guards. They were practically slaughtered in their feeble attack; and not a single member of the party was hurt.

They soon found out that the bandits they killed were hired to assassinate Fortisque. So Fredric traced the letter back to someone inside the castle: Lady Teresa Calamar. Xectus still did not know why her mother hired them but him, Elryk, and a few other men were sent to capture her. If she were to attempt to kill anyone Elryk was permitted to do the same to her. They entered the Royal Chambers and she killed a guard with a fireball. Elryk shot at her with his bow and arrow in the head.

A Great Rise to a Quick Fall
Fortisque now being thirty one, his father believes he can rule a small kingdom, and now; the old Fredric Calamar knows that Xectus is ready for the trails ahead of him. Fortisque was crowned Lord of Zargoth's Fall. A man in black robes, mask and a quite pale face wants an audience with Baron Fortisque. Xectus accepts and asks what he wants. The man responded with the request of funding his, "research" into more science. Xectus thought that this was a odd request when according to his adviser, he is already being paid more than enough. Xectus declines and sends him out.

About a month or two later the castle is assaulted. Xectus rushes to see the problem. Undead are everywhere! And no necromancers in sight... The guards defend well, but they breached the lower city. They fell back to the middle town, but they only lasted twelve minutes and fled to the Noble District; the second to last line of defense. The Stitched Colossus' were too much for the gates to even defend a swing. Ghouls, Skeletons, Zombies and Abominations flooded in slaughtering the guards. They broke in to the Inner Castle and stopped before the throne room. The man who was there a month before lifted up his hand and a Howling Blast shot from his hand freezing Fortisque.

Resurrected
Fortisque awakes to being in a coffin. He sighs, but feels no breath. He looks at his hand and they struggle to get through the tight space of the coffin. He was a skeleton! He punched and punched to no end attempting to break the coffin. Finally, breaking the locked coffin top he climbed out and looked around. No one was there; and he spotted a long sword, along with some armor that he assumed to fit him, so he geared up. Being skeletal made it more flimsy but he didn't care. He made his way to what he thought was the exit. Long hours which felt like seconds to Fortisque, when he finally realized he was lost and couldn't find a way out, he found a chamber full of old and new dead bodies.

"Having fun?" Fortisque turns around and sees the man. "You are free willed as you see; unlike all of the other undead I have, also I spent a long time warding you with special enchantments; and I have gifted you magic. I trained you for about a year, teaching you necrotic spells. Since you were a great warrior in life you were a excellent guardian choice. You are now immune to all types of elements. Your weakness; is me. If I die you die with me, but there is no paradise or eternal torture for you no... If I die your soul is torn to shreds and you suffer a never ending blackness where not even the greatest of holy or unholy magic can raise you back. Now, about the invulnerability; you reassemble whenever you are smashed, sliced, stabbed, cut, hacked or whatever. I will show you..." He creates a spectral mace and shatters Xectus' arm. The tiny bits reform and the arm re-sockets itself into the torso. Then he casts a Fireball, and he lights on fire but does not deconstruct into ash. He casts Frostbolt, and he is not frozen, but is now healed by both, fire and ice. Then he casts Chain Lightning and it covers him in electricity. He dispels the over-time effects. "Also, your invulnerability cannot be dispelled by any mortal, or undead. Your other weaknesses are Demons, and Old Gods. That is why I am also a warlock. I am more efficient with Necromancy but I decided to study demonology because-" He looks at Fortisque. "I just remembered, you don't care your dead! I talk too much, now go about your dilly dallying or dancing or whatever you are planning to do by yourself, alone and bored for eternity." He leaves.

Fortisque, is now forever bound to Rodnedric and must protect him at all costs to keep his un-life. A group of adventurers come into the halls of the giant crypt; they find nothing until they come to a hallway with a coffin, portcullis and a gate. The coffin lid falls to the ground and Fortisque walks out of his coffin. A dwarf states: "What is this? Some "great" Necromancer Rodnedric is! Lets get this over with!" A human stops him and stares at Fortisque. "He is warded, from what the stories tell. We have no idea what the skeleton is capable of." Fortisque looks and says with his deep raspy voice: "Turn back Alliance scum, or I will be forced to kill you." He unsheathes his rusty steel longsword. "I don't care what he is warded with!" A warrior says. The warrior charges at Fortisque and attempts to strike him. Fortisque parries, kicks him in the chest and stabs him in the head. "Please, I must do this to protect myself. Turn back." The priest heals Fortisque, he is not even the slightest harmed. "So be it. I gave you the choice." He raises his right hand and raises eight feral ghouls and then begins summoning the warrior as a efficient eternal creature of Rodnedric's. The dwarf strikes three of them down with his ax, the mage casts Arcane Explosion, killing four ghouls. then the priest heals the last ghoul. By the time they are done killing the ghouls the warrior is a undead servant to Fortisque. "Kill them!" Fortisque then uses Death Grip on the priest and as he is being quickly thrown towards Fortisque, he puts his sword forward, and as the priest flies into the sword, he slices upward cutting him in half. The mage says: "The sword is rusted, how can it... Come on! I'll get us out of here!" He makes a portal, grabbing the dwarf and jumping in, closing it behind him. "I'm sorry..." Fortisque un-summons the warrior and he falls over lifeless. He walks back into the coffin, closing it up with magic.

Abilities
Fortisque is capable of all average Necromancer spells, frost spells, and arcane spells. But, his spells are enhanced with the focus of Rodnedric. Fortisque is also a master Warrior, capable of any fighting style a Warrior can do.

Personality
Fortisque is lonely, and is quick to defend Rodnedric, only to save himself from the eternal nothingness that awaits him if his master is slain. Fortisque also cares for the people who come to kill Rodnedric; trying to warn them from the evil that is ahead.

Credits
I give MediEvil credit, for my characters name. I also based some his personality off of Sir Zeliek.

This page is by: Gamling45 (talk) 05:34, 4 August 2013 (UTC)