I, Christoff Ravania Boemanne, was born in the Time of Legends….
I was born in the Time of Dragons….
I was born under a starry sky full of signs and wonder as the three Elder Dragons did battle over some slight. It was said by all that I would be of greatness….
I am uncertain if that is true or not. What I do know is that my people were persecuted in that time by a powerful Exemplar Dragon, a creature who specialized in the manipulation of the mind, in fear, in contempt, and in dread. This dragon harnessed the energies of the Dreamscape, and called upon the Elementals of Nightmares, or as they are called, Delusions. I studied the path of these emotions this dragon embodied; I learned and finally I set in motion a plan to defeat the Foul Dragon Foe.
It was then that I came upon a version of a Ritual of Woe, completely by chance, forged from a Blissful Rest Scroll and a Ritual of Woe together. The magics I was able to weave and form into this new ritual with a spark of empowerment--Ritual of Woe-Delusion. Shortly after, I learned of a Ritual known as Ascendance which can empower a mortal to become a dragon, or as I learned, other creatures of power, something, different. It took months of turmoil to obtain the components of this ritual. My half brother and I became obsessed with his defeat and gathered all that was needed for both rituals.
We attempted the Ritual of Ascendance but had not gathered the components and catalysts needed properly, our minds were locked in a delusion of dread as we had become the focus of the fear of all the Romani, and thus when the backlashes occurred and the ritual completed, we became something new! Something, frightening.
I became father to a new race. A race that soon earned the coin Boemanne in that time. Thus, I Father Boemanne and my dear elven brother Jaburan, with his more robust mind became a more refined creature that fed on the fear of others, his name was screamed in despair, and soon, the stories twisted my dear brother Jaburan Joaquin into a name of terror passed down through the generations, a terror known as, The Jabberwocky.
Together we propagated our race by deluding others, but in time they began to breed naturally. Somewhere in those early years we destroyed the Dragon of Delusion utterly, he could not fight creatures such as us. We than brought true and complete fear to the mortals of that time, my own family the Ravania began to hunt us, to try and contain the damage we would wrought.
They in the end merely slowed us...But then for many reasons beyond measure the three Elder Dragons made a decision that it was time for the Primordial Elementals, the Dragons, the Alphas, and many other beings of power to retire, to sleep, so that mortals may have their time, may experience their destinies without interference. Only the Gryphons would remain as caretakers, though it is my understanding that they warred against each other to extinction and thus failed as caretakers. My brother decided to stay awake and walked a path that I do not fully know for many many years. I went to sleep for a time, many of my children followed me to sleep, and many others were put down by the Ravania.
I awoke eventually when a being pulled on the power of Delusions once more. It was a beacon that I could not ignore. I met a creature that was unlike any I had meet before. He was a master of delusions, but of dreams as well. The combination was formidable, and I simply did not comprehend the Dreamscape was of dreams and nightmares, but this being, he commanded them without effort He wished to unite the mortals of this realm by forging them against the crucible of a shared enemy. He then would lead them for a time until they could be left alone once more as the Elder Dragons wished. He needed me to bring dread to them all, thus I along with his other generals cowed the populace. The Worm of Nightmares, The enslaved Dragon obsessed with silver, and the abomination known as Yael’zora who was blind in one eye...a terrible team we made on the battlefield; a perfect team.
Then bliss became. He weaved a delusion both based in emotion and dream that began culling first the mortal races, then finally the monsters of the land. Apparently he feeds off their spirits during this, he brings them not to death, but to finality. Nothingness, to Void, yet he is not of Void, he is singularly unique. This being was a master of his craft, and for a brief moment, I thought his utopia would come to pass. Oh how I was wrong when those fiends resisted.
When a brave few, of monstrous origin, who seemed to be naturally immune fought him, or simply strong enough to hold out, I took pause. I sat and had tea with a brutish but straightforward Scorpionkin so aptly named Hiram Stingbane, whom I was supposed to kill. We spoke for many hours, and simply put the beauty that was the simplicity of that man brought me to a tear, it set my course! I then took the majority of my children and went back to sleep after advising these champions with the means to purge the delusions from The Purple Dragon and The Worm--the very same Ritual of Woe crafted to defeat my old foe. It didn’t hurt that I supplied the location of that blind beholder and a few of their weaknesses.
Many years later I awoke once more.
I felt a bubble of time, a traveler through time, who was but a mortal, a fool, a child, one who would destroy the fabric of all if not checked. Thus I went to slay him. When I arrived a strange scene had played out involving a soot covered dwarven mage, a dwarven general, a human with purple eyes that radiated disbelief, and a beautiful woman. The woman's spirit was about to be devoured to spawn creatures that devour magic, never again will I sit iddly and allow people to become nothing. I grabbed hold of her and saved her. We walked away some distance and watched. The child, a human dressed in blue with a shaven head and tainted by darkness arrived. An order elemental prevented any time stream damage, and the child returned to his time with an empty heart as his wife was quite stuck between death and life now. As I had her spirit, I tried to convince her that she should return to her body, but she shared a story of heartache. A loveless marriage in which she was forced to raise a romani child because her husband loved it, a marriage where she repeatedly took juniper to end her pregnancies as she did not want children and her husband did, and lastly a marriage where he left her to adventure instead of being by her side--which lead to her capture, torture, and death by his enemies We then walked for some time together, I can truly state she is the only woman I have ever loved. Aria Siril! Oh how I fell for her, in time she retrieved her body so that she could be a true Boemanne, my child, my lover. …..
I am a being of aeons not days or years, thus the tick, tick, tock which I experienced happiness with Aria was all too brief. Her husband, the pitiful child that he is, hunted her, searched for her. I desired to put him down and be done with it. But my love councilled a different course. She said as a mortal he needs closure-- that he needed to say goodbye to her. Thus she went to speak with him. I know not what transpired in full detail. I do not have too. I know all that matters. My progeny that accompanied her said that this Foss Siri slayed her, ended her...My love now gone to the graveyard, I had only one course. I would destroy this Foss, and then remake him into a being that serves me! That I will torture for aeons for that is what I am the Father of Dread, an eternal aberration that can never be quenched. He will suffer his worst nightmares time and again until he begs for death and then only then will I continue to bask in his suffering, and then only when I have bored will I end his life. I travelled with haste to take him and to destroy some village known as the Haven of the West. What a foolish name for foolish people…..
That is when I felt him. Felt something familiar, something hated, something lost. He was defeated long ago. Why would he be here once more. I had to seek out the weaver of delusion-- to know if he was back. I would not go quietly into the night for the night is MINE! As I searched, I made a most welcomed discovery which would prove unfortunate.
My brother Jaburan: He was always the more clever one, our Father said it was to balance my physical dominance. Oh how I longed to reunite with him, and then he simply stepped from the shadows with a warm smile to greet me. We embraced, and then shared the stories of our respective lives since last we brought dread together. Weeks passed as we brought each other current on all that had transpired, all that mattered. He even swore that he would aid in avenging my love.
But then we both felt the power of delusion come forth. We rounded towards it and stood side by side, lesser Boemanne in their hundreds rifting in to join the battle.
Jabberwocky and Father Boemanne once more taking to the field together!
But then that is when my brother proved clever. He had made a pact you see. He had allied himself with the foe, the bringer of bliss.
In truth I do not know fully what happened next.
My brother stabbed me in the heart with some kind of blade made from raw courage. A blade that exemplifies all that is best in mortals. The determination to face a world of horror, sadness, and of powerful beings who would dominate them; yet they resolve to never go quietly into the night, to not vanish without a fight, but to live on and survive!
Irony, I will share you a tale of it.
I have been shattered, made mad, made utterly cowed and subservient to a foe that I have both fought and served. You see the Dragon of Delusion simply weaved a falsehood that made my brother and I think we had defeated him, when in fact he simply went to sleep at the command of the Elder Dragons, or perhaps more likely bided his time. We never defeated anyone. He simply was being patient for he never was a Dragon at all, just a master of dream, a Devourer of Dreams if you will whose great power was not enough to enforce his will. His hunger. You see with most of the beings of power asleep, and the Gryphons having destroyed themselves, the world was ripe for harvest. The fae could of fought him but they are self serving in all things and made a deal with him that would increase the power of all the courts for an age to come. It was in this time that I served him, until my friend Hiram brought wisdom to me. It was my aid that helped defeat him in that time. But I still then did not know the truth of the matter. It was not until this blade of courage pierced me that the falsehoods worked by the creature of Delusion were lifted and I saw the truth laid out before me. I sit to write this journal that I will send with one of my children with utmost speed. He will then deliver it when the time is right. My senses fog with every moment and soon I will be your enemy. Not by choice, but by the treacherous hands of my brother and by the hateful creature of Delusion who has walked this land for aeons and would devour it all. By all speed, all luck, and all resolve to not go quietly into the night may you defeat KAZZIK!
I, Christoff Ravania Boemanne, AM FATHER BOEMANNE --May DREAD embrace you all for all men fear, it is the truth of sentient life---May those of you marked by power know that I am a creature of Legend and you but a creature of Power---Father’s Home
[A Burst of Energy is felt as Boemanne’s mind shatters--so powerful a mind that it is felt even through the dreaming of his child a lesser Boemanne who now dreams the contents of the journal to all.]
Hello, I am Outcast Boemanne, I deliver my Fathers`s journal to the adventurers at the next gather. I believe those talented in telling fortunes, energy work, and reading the stars can use this journal and the energy that ebbs and flows from it, along with some found where he was shattered, and maybe just a bit found amongst three of my sisters, the ones Aria birthed can well put him back together. And bring him to his senses. Or at least break the control of ugly face and Jabberwocky. I am not allowed to speak with any of my kind or them as Father ordered that I stay separate until I saw them on the move, and then I was supposed to get you all. Father is working his mastery. On the days of All Hallows Dread will come alive. Enjoy! I and my siblings will all feast those days. But first I have to get you this journal...Father’s Orders. Oh and he said there is a special ritual that you need, something about a Shroud. Not sure what that is or means.
Outcast Boemanne
I was born in the Time of Dragons….
I was born under a starry sky full of signs and wonder as the three Elder Dragons did battle over some slight. It was said by all that I would be of greatness….
I am uncertain if that is true or not. What I do know is that my people were persecuted in that time by a powerful Exemplar Dragon, a creature who specialized in the manipulation of the mind, in fear, in contempt, and in dread. This dragon harnessed the energies of the Dreamscape, and called upon the Elementals of Nightmares, or as they are called, Delusions. I studied the path of these emotions this dragon embodied; I learned and finally I set in motion a plan to defeat the Foul Dragon Foe.
It was then that I came upon a version of a Ritual of Woe, completely by chance, forged from a Blissful Rest Scroll and a Ritual of Woe together. The magics I was able to weave and form into this new ritual with a spark of empowerment--Ritual of Woe-Delusion. Shortly after, I learned of a Ritual known as Ascendance which can empower a mortal to become a dragon, or as I learned, other creatures of power, something, different. It took months of turmoil to obtain the components of this ritual. My half brother and I became obsessed with his defeat and gathered all that was needed for both rituals.
We attempted the Ritual of Ascendance but had not gathered the components and catalysts needed properly, our minds were locked in a delusion of dread as we had become the focus of the fear of all the Romani, and thus when the backlashes occurred and the ritual completed, we became something new! Something, frightening.
I became father to a new race. A race that soon earned the coin Boemanne in that time. Thus, I Father Boemanne and my dear elven brother Jaburan, with his more robust mind became a more refined creature that fed on the fear of others, his name was screamed in despair, and soon, the stories twisted my dear brother Jaburan Joaquin into a name of terror passed down through the generations, a terror known as, The Jabberwocky.
Together we propagated our race by deluding others, but in time they began to breed naturally. Somewhere in those early years we destroyed the Dragon of Delusion utterly, he could not fight creatures such as us. We than brought true and complete fear to the mortals of that time, my own family the Ravania began to hunt us, to try and contain the damage we would wrought.
They in the end merely slowed us...But then for many reasons beyond measure the three Elder Dragons made a decision that it was time for the Primordial Elementals, the Dragons, the Alphas, and many other beings of power to retire, to sleep, so that mortals may have their time, may experience their destinies without interference. Only the Gryphons would remain as caretakers, though it is my understanding that they warred against each other to extinction and thus failed as caretakers. My brother decided to stay awake and walked a path that I do not fully know for many many years. I went to sleep for a time, many of my children followed me to sleep, and many others were put down by the Ravania.
I awoke eventually when a being pulled on the power of Delusions once more. It was a beacon that I could not ignore. I met a creature that was unlike any I had meet before. He was a master of delusions, but of dreams as well. The combination was formidable, and I simply did not comprehend the Dreamscape was of dreams and nightmares, but this being, he commanded them without effort He wished to unite the mortals of this realm by forging them against the crucible of a shared enemy. He then would lead them for a time until they could be left alone once more as the Elder Dragons wished. He needed me to bring dread to them all, thus I along with his other generals cowed the populace. The Worm of Nightmares, The enslaved Dragon obsessed with silver, and the abomination known as Yael’zora who was blind in one eye...a terrible team we made on the battlefield; a perfect team.
Then bliss became. He weaved a delusion both based in emotion and dream that began culling first the mortal races, then finally the monsters of the land. Apparently he feeds off their spirits during this, he brings them not to death, but to finality. Nothingness, to Void, yet he is not of Void, he is singularly unique. This being was a master of his craft, and for a brief moment, I thought his utopia would come to pass. Oh how I was wrong when those fiends resisted.
When a brave few, of monstrous origin, who seemed to be naturally immune fought him, or simply strong enough to hold out, I took pause. I sat and had tea with a brutish but straightforward Scorpionkin so aptly named Hiram Stingbane, whom I was supposed to kill. We spoke for many hours, and simply put the beauty that was the simplicity of that man brought me to a tear, it set my course! I then took the majority of my children and went back to sleep after advising these champions with the means to purge the delusions from The Purple Dragon and The Worm--the very same Ritual of Woe crafted to defeat my old foe. It didn’t hurt that I supplied the location of that blind beholder and a few of their weaknesses.
Many years later I awoke once more.
I felt a bubble of time, a traveler through time, who was but a mortal, a fool, a child, one who would destroy the fabric of all if not checked. Thus I went to slay him. When I arrived a strange scene had played out involving a soot covered dwarven mage, a dwarven general, a human with purple eyes that radiated disbelief, and a beautiful woman. The woman's spirit was about to be devoured to spawn creatures that devour magic, never again will I sit iddly and allow people to become nothing. I grabbed hold of her and saved her. We walked away some distance and watched. The child, a human dressed in blue with a shaven head and tainted by darkness arrived. An order elemental prevented any time stream damage, and the child returned to his time with an empty heart as his wife was quite stuck between death and life now. As I had her spirit, I tried to convince her that she should return to her body, but she shared a story of heartache. A loveless marriage in which she was forced to raise a romani child because her husband loved it, a marriage where she repeatedly took juniper to end her pregnancies as she did not want children and her husband did, and lastly a marriage where he left her to adventure instead of being by her side--which lead to her capture, torture, and death by his enemies We then walked for some time together, I can truly state she is the only woman I have ever loved. Aria Siril! Oh how I fell for her, in time she retrieved her body so that she could be a true Boemanne, my child, my lover. …..
I am a being of aeons not days or years, thus the tick, tick, tock which I experienced happiness with Aria was all too brief. Her husband, the pitiful child that he is, hunted her, searched for her. I desired to put him down and be done with it. But my love councilled a different course. She said as a mortal he needs closure-- that he needed to say goodbye to her. Thus she went to speak with him. I know not what transpired in full detail. I do not have too. I know all that matters. My progeny that accompanied her said that this Foss Siri slayed her, ended her...My love now gone to the graveyard, I had only one course. I would destroy this Foss, and then remake him into a being that serves me! That I will torture for aeons for that is what I am the Father of Dread, an eternal aberration that can never be quenched. He will suffer his worst nightmares time and again until he begs for death and then only then will I continue to bask in his suffering, and then only when I have bored will I end his life. I travelled with haste to take him and to destroy some village known as the Haven of the West. What a foolish name for foolish people…..
That is when I felt him. Felt something familiar, something hated, something lost. He was defeated long ago. Why would he be here once more. I had to seek out the weaver of delusion-- to know if he was back. I would not go quietly into the night for the night is MINE! As I searched, I made a most welcomed discovery which would prove unfortunate.
My brother Jaburan: He was always the more clever one, our Father said it was to balance my physical dominance. Oh how I longed to reunite with him, and then he simply stepped from the shadows with a warm smile to greet me. We embraced, and then shared the stories of our respective lives since last we brought dread together. Weeks passed as we brought each other current on all that had transpired, all that mattered. He even swore that he would aid in avenging my love.
But then we both felt the power of delusion come forth. We rounded towards it and stood side by side, lesser Boemanne in their hundreds rifting in to join the battle.
Jabberwocky and Father Boemanne once more taking to the field together!
But then that is when my brother proved clever. He had made a pact you see. He had allied himself with the foe, the bringer of bliss.
In truth I do not know fully what happened next.
My brother stabbed me in the heart with some kind of blade made from raw courage. A blade that exemplifies all that is best in mortals. The determination to face a world of horror, sadness, and of powerful beings who would dominate them; yet they resolve to never go quietly into the night, to not vanish without a fight, but to live on and survive!
Irony, I will share you a tale of it.
I have been shattered, made mad, made utterly cowed and subservient to a foe that I have both fought and served. You see the Dragon of Delusion simply weaved a falsehood that made my brother and I think we had defeated him, when in fact he simply went to sleep at the command of the Elder Dragons, or perhaps more likely bided his time. We never defeated anyone. He simply was being patient for he never was a Dragon at all, just a master of dream, a Devourer of Dreams if you will whose great power was not enough to enforce his will. His hunger. You see with most of the beings of power asleep, and the Gryphons having destroyed themselves, the world was ripe for harvest. The fae could of fought him but they are self serving in all things and made a deal with him that would increase the power of all the courts for an age to come. It was in this time that I served him, until my friend Hiram brought wisdom to me. It was my aid that helped defeat him in that time. But I still then did not know the truth of the matter. It was not until this blade of courage pierced me that the falsehoods worked by the creature of Delusion were lifted and I saw the truth laid out before me. I sit to write this journal that I will send with one of my children with utmost speed. He will then deliver it when the time is right. My senses fog with every moment and soon I will be your enemy. Not by choice, but by the treacherous hands of my brother and by the hateful creature of Delusion who has walked this land for aeons and would devour it all. By all speed, all luck, and all resolve to not go quietly into the night may you defeat KAZZIK!
I, Christoff Ravania Boemanne, AM FATHER BOEMANNE --May DREAD embrace you all for all men fear, it is the truth of sentient life---May those of you marked by power know that I am a creature of Legend and you but a creature of Power---Father’s Home
[A Burst of Energy is felt as Boemanne’s mind shatters--so powerful a mind that it is felt even through the dreaming of his child a lesser Boemanne who now dreams the contents of the journal to all.]
Hello, I am Outcast Boemanne, I deliver my Fathers`s journal to the adventurers at the next gather. I believe those talented in telling fortunes, energy work, and reading the stars can use this journal and the energy that ebbs and flows from it, along with some found where he was shattered, and maybe just a bit found amongst three of my sisters, the ones Aria birthed can well put him back together. And bring him to his senses. Or at least break the control of ugly face and Jabberwocky. I am not allowed to speak with any of my kind or them as Father ordered that I stay separate until I saw them on the move, and then I was supposed to get you all. Father is working his mastery. On the days of All Hallows Dread will come alive. Enjoy! I and my siblings will all feast those days. But first I have to get you this journal...Father’s Orders. Oh and he said there is a special ritual that you need, something about a Shroud. Not sure what that is or means.
Outcast Boemanne
