#/i have lived and died... how many more times?|Jack Highbridge\

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leviamusesinpurgatory​

“What a night...” Rubbing the back of his head, the high elf walked down the stairs of the tavern, letting out a small yawn as he did so. Fighting in dungeons, using all of that magic... it had taken a toll on him. But at least he had a bit more gold in his pocket to justify his current body’s feeling. 

“Oi, bartender... give me some firewater.” Throwing a gold coin down on the desk, eventually grabbing and downing the drink in that moment. “Ah.. needed that...”

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Care to share how you feel about your sister, Jack?

@leviamusesinpurgatory

His stomach churned. Almost on reflex, a long sword materialized in his right hand, eyes growing large… and so angry. 

“How the fuck do you know about that?!” They were toying with him, fucking mage must had done Detect Thoughts while his back was fucking turned. And now… now they knew. That this was not some man named Jack Highbridge… this was a frightened child called Vilax Galanardal.

“S-she…” Erisita. His younger sister. The one who should be standing where he was at this moment, the Cleric who just wanted to help people. 

“I love her. I love her so much, and someday I will make up for what happened to her that d-day… bu-but…” His body was shaking, he couldn’t fucking stop shaking. This fucker… they were making him lose it. 

“I won’t say anything else…f-fuck off and l-leave me alone…” 

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{CAL} Jack’s family below! 

Erisita Highbridge- Sister (Dead, died saving his life) Life Cleric

Lailin Highbridge- Mother (Dead, died when the caravan was attacked)  Life Cleric

Vorock Highbridge- Father (Dead, died when the caravan was attacked) Devotion Paladin 

Lucius Highbridge- Older brother (Unknown) Wizard 

Tol'dore Highbridge- Older brother (Unknown) Wizard

Estall Highbridge- Younger brother (Unknown) Yet to pick a class

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@zermania

“C-crap...” A red jacket in front of him already told him he had fucked up, the rogue regretting trying to take that extra gold bar, his pack a little more weighed down then he would like. To her, he probably looked like a common crook... well he was but that was besides the point. He was doing this for a greater purpose... he needed a sift drink tonight and wanted some spending money.

Dropping the pack off his back, the high rolled his shoulders before winking at the woman in front of him. “You just met the Undead Assassin little lady... see the thing about that is...” His right hand extended in front of himself, a cloud of purple mist gathering there for a moment. As his hand closed, an onyx short sword appeared in his grasp, holding it in a reverse grip he finished his sentence. 

“... no one has heard me tell them that, and lived to tell the tale.” 

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"Now that you're dead, what are you gonna do with your life?" from Viscer to Jack

@zermania

“Keep, moving, forward. Once ago I thought it was all over for me, but someone let me keep moving. Even though i’m dead in many ways, I took a new name to show that I was not done yet. I am going to keep moving Viscer, but if you want to join me in this, feel free.”

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He is playing with a Minor Illusion cantrip... in an open bar... with no gloves on. This man is truly the most foolish warlock in the world, and that is not to mention how much of a give away it is that he is at least some form of thief with all of the gear he is wearing. 

It’s almost like he is craving trouble tonight. 

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"I think I kind of hope… not necessarily to hurt you or harm you, but I hope that one day… that you can know just how awful I am." Viscer to Jack

@zermania

“…. I know how awful you are Viscer.” Dusting himself off a moment, Jack placed a hand on the shoulder of his fellow party member, smiling briefly before walking away from him. As soon as he knew he was far enough away, the rogue turned back with a small grin. 

“I know and yet I am willing to deal with you! I wonder why?” It was no sense of justice, or want to save him… but birds of a feather flock together. This man was doomed, why not join with someone else who was walking the same path? 

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“..... you set fire... to the entire fucking bar.... why the fuck d-did you do that for....”

“They hurt a cat that walked in. For no reason. They deserved it.”

“BUT WHY WAS THERE FIRE!?”

“..... I got bored.”

“...... I am putting you on a fucking leash.”

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{CAL} Jack’s past for everyone that wants to read it!

The Galanardals

What started out as a small family of High Elfs, quickly grew into one of the richest families within the region of Argerhills. They quickly rose through their ranks with their mastery of enchanting and potion creation. Of course, very quickly they realised that they stood out due to not only their name, but their extreme level of skills in their arts.

Due to this, the earliest members of the Galanardals changed their name to make try and make them “blend in with human society” and drew back into some of the deeper woods on the continent. With that, the elven line of Highbridge finally came to be.

His Childhood

To Vorock and Lailin, Vilax’s birth was both a shock and a slight joy. Thinking that she was no longer able to bare children, to be given another child was a blessing. He was of course the middle out of 5 children, a younger brother and sister following in his wake.

As a baby, he would often be caught crying if he was left alone for too long. He would also found playing with his innate magic ability, unlike his siblings. Often his parents would watch with pride as this young child could make albeit minor illusions with little effort on his behalf.

But as he grew older, this changed.

His Adolescence

Growing up, that touch of magic seemed to almost fade from Vilax, as if he rejected that magic its self. And to a degree, he did. His father was constantly comparing him to his elder siblings, complaining on how his progress was slowing with each day. Eventually it just seemed like his mind shifted from this to the way of the shadow, the way of a Rouge.

The moment his hands first gripped a dagger, his mind felt at ease. Unlike the rest of his siblings, weapons training was his favourite part of his teaching. Rapiers, daggers and bows. All of these seemed to almost call to his hands, responding with precision the moment he called back.

This angered his father to end, and worried his mother to death. This was not the path of a trader, or even of a proud elven man. This was the path of a robber, or even worse, a killer. In an attempt to get him out of this line of behaviour, he was taken out on a trading mission to expand the family’s business options. As he was lifted into the cart with his sister, his mother and father taking positions in the cart in front of them, Vilax did not know that he would never see his home again.

The Fall

Not everyone had forgotten the Highbridge’s past, the power, money and influence that their older generations had created for the newer ones. Along their way to the capital of Argerhills, there was a smaller town by the name of Luxindale. The people there had been planning for a day when they finally left the safety of their estate, and to finally get revenge on the elves that had ruined the trade of their ancestors so long ago now.  

And so they struck when they had camped for the night. Drugged their guards, and struck down the Highbridge family that had travelled there. The young Vilax, waking up from his sleepy state, walked out for some water and found blood and flame to greet him. With no chance to fight back for himself, a blade cut along his eye and then sunk into his abdomen. In that moment, Vilax met death for the first time in his life, and this would not be the last.  

Re-birth

His eyes opened to pain all over his body. Not really understand the circumstances he had awoken in, until he reached down to the weight on his lower body. His little sister, dying as she sent the last of her energy through to him through divine magic. She had always been on the path to becoming an incredible cleric, but had wasted it all on him. Anger. Fear. Pain. Hate. All of this was all he had left as she breathed her final breath ontop of his form, instantly standing up and moving away from her. There was nothing left for him to go back to, he could not even remember how to get back home.

He was well and truly alone for the first time in his life. This just left him with one course of action to take… revenge on those who had torn all of this away from him. And so he worked, worked until he had enough money for formal training. Those who refused were instead intimated by this boy, who’s eyes had nothing but pain and anguish to stare back with.

Time passed, and with time came skill. An assassin was born form his broken remains, one who wielded his blades just as well as his proficiency in lock picking, stealth and lies. From this came a time where he was paid to aid a group of warlocks, in the process he was not only paid but given knowledge of the language of Abyssal. From this, and some well used clothing, he wore the identity of an undead sent by demons to purge this world of those who were unworthy, who could be swayed for a price. This earned him the title the Undead Assassin.

Finally, the time for his revenge came, oh did he relish in it. Slaughtering everyone who had defied and harmed his family, until finally he faced down a family who had just watched their father die. The youngest child ran to their form, tears streaming down their face, crying for them to stop…

and then it hit him.

He was just like them.

He allowed the guard to take him away in chains, realising that he deserved nothing better. The prison life suited him for a while, year after year of rotting away there thinking of what he had become… until finally the riot began.

Officers were slaughtered, men much worse then him ran amok, leaving him to just walk out of his cell and into the city outside.

From Vilax to Jack

When outside, he realised what these men were doing. Killing, slaughtering, pillaging… they were monsters. And so the empty shell of a man made his effort, killing those prisoners who dared to harm others. Eventually, even he was surrounded by the guards, being called the mastermind behind the whole thing due to those who had grown up despising this man.

One had seen his actions, and defended him. Defended him so much that when he ran, this brave guard held them off for him.

As the elf ran he let out a shout, “What’s your name?!“

”…Jack.“

And so it was that Vilax Galanardal was dead, and Jack Highbridge lived.

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"The Sun will rise and we will try again." Micaiah to Jack b/c why not

@encasedlnamber

“Hmm? Well I mean… I guess if ya put it that way love, I gotta agree. Everything gets it’s deserved second chance…” A hand rose to his scarred left eye for a moment, before the rogue snapped back to the situation at hand. 

“I mean… look… I know all too well about second chances. They are really not all they are cracked up to be, they are even more painful then the first run through sometimes.”

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{CAL} Finally added my first non fate muse here, Jack! Hope you enjoy him!

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{CAL} Just a quick little meta thing on Jack

Erisita Highbridge- Sister (Dead) 

Lailin Highbridge- Mother (Dead) 

Vorock Highbridge- Father (Dead) 

Lucius Highbridge- Older brother (Unknown) 

Tol'dore Highbridge- Older brother (Unknown) 

Estall Highbridge- Younger brother (Unknown)

His family as far as he knows.