Character Update - Shasek
Eon Altar is a story about five of the world's legendary adventurers, who have all been drawn to the Eon Altar. Each week, we're sharing more about this unlikely team - but because it's our first week, we're doing two! Meet Shasek.
As a Tytheri, one of the beastmen of the south, Shasek is wild, impulsive, and temperamental. When overcome in battle, Shasek lets his primal instincts kick in, enhancing his already stellar combat abilities.
Shasek worships Eihwaz, the goddess of war, and has embraced the mercenary's lifestyle. He fights with the infamous twin-bladed style of his ancestors, getting in close, and using his speed to slice and dice.
Shasek's wild lifestyle has left him endebted to the Guild, and if he can't find a way to pay them back, he knows he's as good as dead. He'll work nicely with the other adventurers as long as the money keeps coming.
Shasek Va Rashall sprawled ignobly into the alleyway. Like all Tytheri, Shasek was nimble, far beyond the abilities of normal men. Tonight, however, reeking of Myrthvein and ale, Shasek tumbled to the gutter. A portly man followed him into the alley from the gambling den, drawing a crude knife and flashing a gap-toothed smile.
“Shasek, back at the tables so soon?” Belok’s jowels rippled as he spoke. Shasek recognized him by the orange scarf he wore wrapped over his shoulders, a symbol of Guild membership. He was a loan shark, and Shasek was in deep. Their last encounter had left Shasek with two broken ribs and a fractured wrist. “Unless you can pay, I reckon we’ll be giving you another lesson.”
Two new figures approached from the alley, circling in. I must be drunk, I didn’t even notice them. The first was a dark-skinned Magnite, armed with an axe, his face scarred with corsair tattoos. The second, lankier goon smacked a rusted club against his palm, in an effort to appear intimidating.
“I just need another hundred coins, I can pay you back.” Shasek detected the scent of fear. It was his own.
“Yeah, you’ll pay,” Belok made way for his bashers as they closed in. “Hurt him.”
Shasek’s eyes, once thoughtful, now became sharp, animalistic. The ale drowning his veins made way for adrenaline. His muscles recoiled, propelling him to his feet. His instincts overwhelmed him.
The corsair swung wildly with his axe, surprised to find it met with steel – one of Shasek’s ornate, Tytheri blades. Its identical twin caught the man’s neck, baptizing Shasek with his essence. As the corsair fell, Shasek roared at the lanky goon, who fled immediately into the streets.
“My boss is going to tear you apart.” Belok now stood alone against Shasek, who was almost twice his height. He glared first at his basher’s still bleeding corpse, then up into Shasek’s primal eyes.
By the time Shasek regained his wits, Belok was barely recognizable through the gore. He stared down at his hands, fur matted with blood. This is bad. Shasek’s mind raced. The Guild would seek retribution for this. If he couldn’t raise a small fortune – and fast – he’d pay with his life.
In the distance, set into the hillside, Shasek could see the torch-lit entrance to the Tarnum Caverns. It was a place lousy with gallant youths, who would try proving themselves against impossible traps and certain death, all for a chance at limitless wealth. Like the fortune I could use to pay for my life, Shasek mused. It’s suicide, but It may be my only chance.