| “ | I will fucking leave both of you here. We are either a team or you're working for yourselves. Decide!
— Fjord
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Born in Port Damali, Fjord Stone was half-orc, a Hexblade of Uk'otoa, and a Paladin of Melora who started out as little more than an orphan. Having grown up in an orphanage, Fjord was often harassed and bullied by his fellow orphans for his half-orc heritage and his small size. As an adult, Fjord took a job as a sailor working under a captain named Vandran.
Over the years, Fjord gained great respect for Vandran, even altering his own accent to be like Vandran's. When Fjord was in his late twenties, he sailed with Vandran on a ship known as Tide's Breath when a catastrophe hit. An explosion on the ship sent Fjord overboard and sunk the ship. As Fjord floated, he met the betrayer god, Uk'otoa, who would rescue Fjord in exchange for his service.
With no other choice, Fjord accepted and woke the next morning on a beach. He learned that he was capable of several magical abilities, which led him to travel north to receive a magical education. During his journey, he ran into a pair of young women in the town of Trostenwald: a martial artist named Beau Lionett and a magic-user named Jester. The three decided to band together, and their group soon gained more members, including Caleb Widogast, Nott, Yasha Nydoorin, and Mollymauk Tealeaf.
After dealing with a large catastrophic event in the town, the group stuck together, deciding to go under the name of "The Mighty Nein". The group would go on many adventures together, becoming renowned over the continent of Wildemount.
Battle vs. Zuko (by Lunathemoon123)[]
Pre-battle[]
Zuko crouched low upon the sagging roof of old town house. The night was cold, with a thin layer of mist covering the city streets. He'd been perched on the roofs flat top for the better part of an hour, waiting for the houses inhabitants to leave. After another moment, he heard the creaking of the buildings old door and sharp chatter of the member of the Mighty Nein. He leaned over the edge lightly, seeing a the group of some 7 people, their appearances ranging from filthy and disheveled to gaudy and colorful. He waited a moment to until the group was out of sight, before getting to work.
He quickly slid on the mask of the blue spirit and laced his sword-belt tightly across the back. Grabbing the edge of the roof, he slipped over the edge, holding on with a tight hand grip. Beside him was a window into the main living space of these people, which had been left ajar. He slowly pulled it open before sliding through in a single fluid motion. His soft sandaled feet lightly impacted the floor as he landed. As he looked around, he found the living space to be relatively sparse, with the single table decorated in used glasses and plates. Beyond this room was hall and a staircase leading down.
Slowly Zuko stepped towards the narrow hall, making sure too not make make too much noise. While nobody was here, he knew that among the group's number was a Wizard. He had no idea what kind of arcane wards may have been present, so he made sure to stay as quiet and careful as possible. Along the hall was 4 doors. Slowly opening the first door, Zuko found it to be the houses bathroom. Moving onwards, he popped his head into a bedroom, finding it to be very spartan in its furnishing's. Laying on the ground beside the single master bed was a pair of tattered backpacks, with being much smaller than the other. Zuko moved to walk in, but quickly noticed something a few feet from the door. A thing circle of metallic wire was rest on the ground around the bed and bags.
He didn't know what this was, and he wasn't confident enough to test it. It may have been nothing, but he doubted it. He moved from the doorway and closed the door. "I'll recheck that room later, if nothing else turns up" he though as he moved to the next room. This next room was much smaller and houses two twinned beds. The pair of bags sat in the corner, along with several sets of gaudy clothing sprawled across the floor. He took no strife in casing the room, looking through the bags. But he found nothing.
He quickly moved on to the next room. Here was a much more put together place, being well decorated in multiple colorful art pieces and unicorn plushies. On the beside table was a folded set of monks vestments and a trio of thrown darts. Zuko quickly moved too the closet, finding a pair of bags. The first was very common and was itself near empty. Same went for the second. But within the third, a bright pink leather satchel, Zuko would find something. Beyond finding that the bag held more that is plausibly should, he found what he was looking for. Inside it was a roughly melon sized dodecahedron, formed from a strange black material.
He sighed in relief before beginning to stand up. But as he did, he heard the floorboards creaking behind him.
...
As the Mighty Nein walked and talked along the streets of Dfederal, Fjord was beginning to lag behind. While he originally was gung ho about carousing that night, he felt like something strange in the pit of his stomach. "Hey" he said to Molly, who was himself the next farthest back. "I'm not feeling it tonight. Imma head back to the house". "Alright" he said in response, "I'll get you something nice." Molly then continued onward to catch up with the rest of the Nein. Fjord turned back around and walked the three blocks back to the town house. As he walked, he still couldn't shake this feeling in his gut. And as he approached the house, he noticed something wrong.
The upstairs window, which he'd most closed before leaving was now wide open. Instantly, this gut feeling intensified. He quickly and as quietly as possible opening the house door. As he got to the foot of the stairs, he grabbed both his shield and cloak, putting both on. He slowly walked up the stairs, eventually getting to the second floor. He looking into the living room, but found nothing wrong. But as he looked into the hall leading to all the rooms, he felt this gut feeling amplify. The doors to all the rooms where open, and he could hear a faint rustling from the last room down. He moved quickly toward it and stepped into the doorway, a plank creaking under his weight. With his dark vision he could see a black clade figure standing up from Jesters satchel, something large in his hands.
Battle[]
Fjord acted quickly, quickly summoning the Falchion and using it as a focus for his spells. With a flash of black light and a responding boom, the bolt only missed by a hair's breadth. Zuko lunged to the side, tucking and rolling behind the far side of the bed as another blast struck the wall beside him, a cloud of plaster dust filling the air. Acting quickly, Zuko slid the Beacon in his satchel before preparing to attack.
“Who the fuck are you!” Fjord shouted before muttering a number of arcane words, causing the frozen crystals of the armor of Agathys to form around him. A moment later Zuko leapt out from his hiding spot, throwing a flurry of punches all of which produced a blast of flames. Fjord braced for impact behind his shield, with each blast charring the shield front and causing him to slide backwards across the plank floor.
Taking advantage of the moment, Zuko drew his pair Dao from his back and rushed forwards. Closing the distance, Zuko unleashed a powerful and dynamic offense of blades. Fjord was taken aback by the blinding speed of his opponent, quickly being forced to give ground and taking a few steps back. He could feel Zuko’s blades digging into the front of his shield, along with whipping by his face and skidding off his greaves.
Making a bold move, Fjord held his ground and braced before swinging clumsily with the Falchion. Zuko saw the strike coming from a mile away. It was a clumsily blow from a less skilled opponent. Zuko batted the blade aside and took advantage in the defensive opening. Shifting his weight to his left foot, Zuko swung down hard at an exposed patch near the flesh near Fjord's right arm.
But instead of hacking deep into the flesh of Fjord’s arm, the blade met resistance on impact. With a strange crackling sound, the armor of Agathys shattered, with Zuko feeling an agonizing flash of cold on his arm. He flinched at the unexpected pain, faltering his continued assault for just a moment. Fjord then cried out an infernal cry, before an eldritch blast exploded from the front of his shield.
The blast struck Zuko squarely in the chest, throwing him backwards across the room. Zuko flew back from the doorway nearly 10 feet before landing on all 4’s. He could feel blood beginning to soak into his body suit around the area. The wound was bad. A large gouge in his chest and more than likely some broken ribs. He staggered to his feet, blades at the ready and breathing heavily.
Fjord began to move forwards, blade and shield lowered. “No more funny business! This doesn’t have to end in death. You can just give me back the Dodecahedron there, and you can go get that wound patched up”. In response Zuko straightened up and let his rage explode out of him. Like a fire bomb, Zuko unleashed a spherical wave of orange fire. Fjord only barely got his shield half up before the wave struck him. He was thrown backwards across the room, his armor and the front of his body covered in a thick layer of black ash. His skin was highly irritated, with his cloak being the only thing stopping the blaze from burning off his face.
He tried to get up before seeing several discs of flame hurtling towards him, each being delivered through Zuko’s sword. Fjord crunched up with his shield, each wave smashing into its front. Each wave fried the shields front and forcefully made Fjord slide across the plants. Zuko then generated everything he had, building all his power and releasing it in a singular powerful wave of flames. Seeing this blast coming, Fjord actively sprang back off his feels into the hall. Letting his shield take most of the brunt as the blast threw him against the back wall.
Zuko, feeling his anger subside, cut off the blast. He could see that he’d wrecked the room, the place being filled with thick white smoke, wood ash, and pulverized plaster. He craned his neck and through the dust saw into the hall. On the through was the charred and slagged husk of Fjord's shield. But Fjord himself was gone. A moment later, Zuko heard the thudding of labored foot steps from within the hallway, heading towards the living space. Zuko didn’t hold up, running out and into the hallway. Down the hall, he could see a wounded Fjord slowly fumbling away from him.
He quickly threw a jab of fire at him, but saw it fly through his Fjords chest. Surprised, Zuko saw as the illusion of Fjord vanished from view. Behind him, the sound of a creaking board and muttered arcane word sounded. Suddenly, Zuko felt as his muscles were hit by a wave of fatigue as the effects of Hex set it. He spun around only to find Fjord standing, sword poised for a strike. Zuko could see that his enemy wasn’t doing much better than he was. His body was smothered in ash, several red burns marked his arms and chest and a long trail of green blood oozing down his chin.
Fjord swung down hard with all of his strength. Zuko blocked the blow, but his weakened strength from the hex failed the match Fjords. His blade dipped and was wrenched from his weakened grasp, rattling to the ground. He counter attacked with the offhand blade, the sword sinking into Fjord Pauldron and drawing blood from the flesh beneath. Powering through the pin, Fjord Swung the Falchion up and caught the blade with the spin. The blade flung from Zuko’s weakened hand and popped from Fjord's shoulder with a fleshy sucking sound.
Zuko pushed back off his toes, trying to regain an element of range, but Fjord was hot on his tail. When Zuko touched down, Fjord's body slammed into him. Both men stumbled from the hallway and into the living room. Zuko, being more agile, fell into an over the shoulder roll before sprawling cat-like onto the floor. Fjord wasn’t as lucky, falling forwards onto his front. Both men sprang too their feat as fast as they could.
“Give it up pal” he said as he began to generate arcane magic as his blade for another blast. Zuko brought up his free hand and wreathed it in fire. Both stood there for a moment, attacks ready, staring each other down. Within a second, both snapped their attack forwards. The Eldritch blast struck Zuko squarely in the face, the mask exploding and head whipping backwards. The flames struck Fjord in the chest, burning through his breastplate and throwing him against the opposing wall. Zuko fumbled back, clutching at his face, Fjord fell to his knees and leaned up on his sword.
Fjord looked up at him, chest burning. He tried to get back up, but fell forwards and sprawled across the floor, sword rattling noisily across the boards. Zuko stood there, breathing heavily. But after a few seconds, he was jerked back into reality by voices on the street. “Hurry up Caleb!” a thickly accented female voice called. Zuko looked out the window and saw three figures coming around the corner.
Zuko grabbed up the broken mask, and secured the Beacon in his pack before climbing onto the window sill. He climbed up the wall face and up onto the roof, exiting from sight as he heard a number of people clamoring up the stairs.
Post-battle[]
Fjord awoke slowly, body aching horribly. He was sitting in his bed, body partially healed by magic and partially bandaged. Sitting on the bed across from him was Mollymauk, wearing nothing but his breeks and thigh highs, sewing a tear in his colorful coat. “Ah, good to see yer awake” he said. “Was afraid you’d not make it”.
Fjord rubbed his face, finding it to still be highly irritated. “What happened to you last night? Jester found you burned to hell, with the house ripped to pieces and the Dodecahedron missing”. Fjord Groaned as he leaned against the backboard of the bed. “Some crazy bastard broke in wearing some sort of blue mask. He had some sort of flame control. He came looking for the Dodecahedron. I gave it my all, but he had me beat”.
Molly nodded along as he spoke before hopping up. “You’re lucky alive” he said as he got up and put his coat on. “Near the end of the fight, I got a look at his face” he said before starting to stand up. “He had a big scar over one of his eyes, real pale looking”. Molly looked back at him. “You stay here for now. Or at least until Jester has gotten all here magic back. She burned through a lot of what she had keeping you alive last night”.
Molly then opened the door and began stepping out. “I’ve got things to do and business to conclude. Was looking into hiring one someone new”. He then stepped out and gently closed the door behind him. Fjord sat there, thinking about what happened. “I let the group down,” he thought. “I let everyone down”. He then sat there for a moment before calling his Falchion to his hand. “I swear I’ll make it up to them. One way or another”. He then banished the sword and slid back down in bed, waiting to be healed.
….
3 figures sat quietly in a room, two male and one female. Both males wore sunglasses, sitting in the darkest sections that the room could offer. One was dressed in white, the other in a batter trench coat. The young woman sat attentively, dressed in deep blue robes which contrasted with her bright red hair. They were all waiting patiently for the arrival of a certain someone who wanted to meet that morning.
Suddenly, the sole door to the room creaked open, the light from the outside causing both hungover men to flinch. Gingerly walking in was the battered and bruised Zuko, carrying a torn, dusty and blood stained cloth satchel. He moved slowly, trying to keep the pain from his chest wound at a relatively minimum. He then laid the satchel on the table the other 3 sat around, it landing with a responding clunk.
“What hell happened to you?” John asked, slumping forwards in his seat to get a better look. Zuko didn’t respond, only gripping the pack and turning it over, letting its contents roll out onto the table. Before them lay the Luxon Beacon. All three looked upon the Drow artifact with deep interest. Zuko then sat down, letting out a muffled groan of pain as he did so. “Who’s first then?”.
Expert's Opinion[]
Zuko wins a land slide victory, primarily due to a mix of his more advanced martial arts skills and his more consistent pool of magic. Fjord was strong, with several of his items and spells effects being quite hard for Zuko to contend with. But in the end, Zuko was simply too strong for these abilities to overcome, giving him the win in the end. Winner: Zuko.
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Rematch vs. Zuko (by Lunathemoon123)[]
TBW.
Expert's Opinion[]
TBD.
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Rematch Information[]
TBW.