Brothersblade
Angelborn


Elizabeth D´Marco, a devoted paladin to Tyr´s cause, spent the majority of her life fighting evil forces, rebuilding villages that had suffered their wrath, healing the wounded and praying to Tyr. There were little time left for her self.

It was a dark winters night, when she heard of a devilish cult thriving well, under the very roads of her homecity Neverwinter she did not think much of it, more Kobolds to drive out of the city… but this was undoubtly diffirent. When she ventured down there, alone. She could easily sense the presence of much darker evil then just a cult of normal evildoers. And when she reached the source it all became too clear, all too soon. At least forty humans were chanting evil spells, 10 more were to be sacrificed on a dark altar at that time, and overseering this entire process was a tall hideously looking Gelugon.

Drawing a blade as quickly she prayed for Tyr helps in this, she launched forward going for the Gelugon first, a hefty strike manage to give it a mighty wound, the sacrifce was halted as the chanters drew weapons and cast spells at the Paladin, she shook some off, feeling the full effect of others, blocked many attacks, felt the cuts of other. The Gelugon laughed as he saw this and told his servants to get her alive, she were to be sacrificed at well.

But Elizabeth was a long time from giving up, after easily dispatching three of the chanters the Gelugon got a little worried… and launched forward into the fray. Throwing his own servants out of the way so he could reach the paladin. But at the same time, her prayers were heard and while she was close to getting overpowered by the continous bashing of evil forces upon her shield and armor in walked a mighty creature… filling the entire room with positive energy, the Gelugon was stunned by the power of that presence. That presence was a Planetar in the service of Tyr, a mighty battle ensued with the clashing of the Gelugons and the Planetars weapons echoing through out the entire sewers, and the screams of the worshippers as Elizabeth hammered them down to oblivion.

The Planetar and Elizabeth emerged as victorious, freeing the captive “would-be-sacrifices” and disintegrating all evil from the place.

“thanks for the timely intervention milord” my mother spoke, “Loraxian, Elizabeth… call me Loraxian”. And with those words their bonding begun, my mother finally meeting love began to spent less time battling evil hordes… more time healing and rebuilding with the help of her lover Loraxian.

One thing led to another, and another thing let to the third one… and my brother was born, Azarel D´Marco. A Half-Celestial, son of an Angel of high status and a devoted Paladin of Justice, he was the new light in my mothers life… Angelborn.

This was two years after they had met, and destroyed the Cult of Asmodeus in Waterdeep. Two years, is not a long time in Devils calendar fore the Gelugon was never the leader, he was merely a henchmen… my mother had made much bigger enemies than she thought, Loraxian suspected this but was never sure…

I would have been sure.


Brothersblade
Devilborn


In hell, my father watched and thought up a way to punish both my mother and my brothers-father in a terrible way. The time had come, at my brothers second birthday, he struck.
The tiny temple in which Elizabeth and Loraxian dwelled, and raised Azarel was the location were he would attack and defile the entire temple. Within seconds of the portal opening, the whole place was flooded by demons, each answering to my father… a quick battle between my father Khazadm Bularazax, and Loraxian ensued with the quick decicive defeat of the planetar. My mother fought, and didn´t surrender until she fell under the influence of mighty magic that sapped away her strength…

And with my mother defeated he ordered his horde to leave, and thats when he forced himself upon her, and set down the prophecy, that I would be forever hated and frowned upon by my own family, and in the end I would kill them both, my mother and my brother.

With my birth, the death of my father and defilement of my mother this was the darkening of the D´Marco family… centered on me, Contra D´Marco… Devilborn.


Brothersblade
The Prophecy


I was born, instead of fear, hate or discrimination I was embraced with love. Love from my mother, even though she knew that I was just an instrument in my fathers ultimate revenge… my brother loved me too, despite my bloodline, I was surrounded by love.

We grew up, and neither of us was ever told about Loraxian, or Khazadm Bularazax… but when I reached the age of 12, the nightmares began. My father spoke to me in my dreams, thats when I learned his name… and recognised his face. His plan was to corrupt me, and it was too close to work. But my mother, and my brother helped out in this… and we demanded explanation. We knew we were diffirent, but why?

She told us why, she told us the story of her lost lover, she told us of Khazadm´s prophecy, and she told us about my birth. Filled with rage, and lust for vengeance we decided to become the greatest fighters in the Realms and beyond so we could avenge our mother, and my brothers father.

We studied at a close by monastery… a monk´s monastery. I studied the Smoke Sword style, while my brother mastered the art of dual-hammer-strike. We were more focused then ever and completed our training in but 6 years.

And when we head back to visit our mother, we were in for a quite a suprise.


Brothersblade
The Blade


We noticed that there was something wrong when we arrived, the feeling was just not right. We did not know why, but we had our ideas….

We greeted our mother and she obvioulsy suspected something as well, we could see that. And thats when it happened, Khazadm struck again. With at least two dozens of lesser devils as henchmen he launched an open attack against us… seeing that I would never betray my family his plan went awry… so he went the easier way. Simple death.

But we would not go down without a fight, and a fight they got. Single handedly my brother had made short work of at least ten of them, before Khazadm so what was happening… he launched at us, but our mother managed to get in a quick strike and thrust her Holy Avenger right through the devils heart.

The cry of pain echoed through out the mountains, and his very words have locked themselves in my memory forever, “You have not defeated me! Banishment for two times five years is nothing for me, you will all suffer!”. Suddenly there was an explosion, as Khazadms form shattered into million pieces, and the force of the blow threw our mother at least 100ft away. We were both knocked uncoincous for a few minutes.

When we rose up finally, we checked on our mother… her time was over. She had sacrificed her self to safe us from death… or stalling it for 10 years at least. Now it was our time to plot revenge!

We went down to the basement, into the forge…

Forged with the blood of Angels, and the blood of a Devil, with desire for justice, and lust for vengeance… and with the love between two brothers, and the hate of their mother´s-killer.
Contra Devilborn D´Marco etched on one side, and Azarel Angelborn D´Marco on the other… the sword became… Brothersblade.

<br><br><i>no offense óttar.. reynir að vera harður thug og eina sem þú segir er “mammaþín”
</i>-don-iris að dissa mig…
mitt svar : ha? mammaþín að segja mammaþín?