Lords of RPG

Vom Durom

His mother had been upset and his father was out of town.  He didn’t like scaring her, but he had been warning her for years that someday he would have to leave and it was best to do while father was gone…it would avoid more problems than it would cause.

The ships captain had been surprised when Vom asked to go with them. Not many merchants visited the coast of Extica and most of the inhabitants were hostile to foreigners. The Gentle Maiden was a long skinny frigate built for fast travel and minimal crew. Her captain was a straight faced dark skinned human named Albrect Aus.

The small village of a couple thousand was about ten miles inland from the coast along the Undurona river on a small bluff. The river, one of the larger rivers in Extica, was wide and deep and could accommodate sea faring vessels for a couple days travel inland. Albrect was hard to read, but his words matched his actions and his crew trusted him completely. Vom had met him a couple times before when he stopped by their town, which was a little more open to visitors than most in the area.

As they sailed away, Vom knew his mother would be upset. She still believed in the mission that had brought her parents here a few centuries ago. But he knew better…he was the one with the visions. Obodo Obi will not be found here.

He never told his mother about the dreams. The vision starts with just a feeling…the wind blowing over his skin and the thick strands that humanoids called hair. Then the sound of splashing waves and a rocking feeling…the smell of ocean air…then in the distance, further than his eyes could possibly see, was the city…he knew what it was…Obodo Obi. He had followed that feeling for a dozen years.

Daydreaming at work

The crunching sound of the undergrowth being trampled always reminded him of home. The jungles of Extica, as they called it here, were on the other side of the world and a place he longed to see again, but somehow suspected he would not. His childhood and training had been good…he had no reason to leave and yet he had…because of the dreams. Grakkor, the jackass of the party always had something to say.

“Someday they’ll give us someone who can be quiet.” The large blue orc said under his breath to the three on his right.

“As I said before Grak, I can help can heal minor wounds and keep you alive should I be inclided, but I cannot make myself quiet…and evidently you can’t either.” Vom snorted at the large orc who was bigger than the rest, but not in charge…what had that loser done? He was large for an orc, but still more than a foot shorter than Vom…and Vom was their healer, the sergeant wouldn’t allow anyone to fuck with him and the party was fucked if they came back without him.

“Shut up and keep moving!” Gagth barked…and they all knew better than to contest his will. He was already pissed off and they all remembered what happened to Vaht.

The Second Assigment

Vom had spent almost a dozen years on the high seas. His healing skills kept him in high demand and good pay while his friendly nature kept his enemies to a minimum. On the first new moon of the new year twelve years after he first left home, he had the dream again…only it was longer.

The strong wind blew over his skin and the thick strands that humanoids called hair. The sound of splashing waves and a rocking feeling…the smell of ocean air…the rocking stops and the air turns dusty, then the rustling of strong winds blowing across the plains and the vision of the billowing thunderhead clouds that preceded a large storm rushed into vison…ahead of him, running amongst the plains was an animal…a red jackal. Quickly, it ran towards the distant mountains…and Vom followed.

The New Gig

On the high seas he had heard stories of a great effort to find an ancient lost city. A nation feared by most called the Empire of Bone had been searching in the mountains to the east of an area called the Plains of Shronth for an ancient city. This felt like it was the right way to go…and did not take long before he found a good opportunity. It hand’t taken much to arrange the interview and begin first job in Shronth. Healers were always in demand, they paid well and the people who worked for or served them seemed content.

He would do his best and they would allow him to see these plains and keep following his dream until whatever was next…for the first time in a long time, he thought about his mom…and sighed, she had been old when he left.

The Other Dream

Lost in the middle of the ocean, scattered remains of the ship that had been carrying him and dead bodies in every direction. He would not give up…he continued swimming towards the glow he knew to be Obodo Obi. What seemed days passed and eventually he slipped under the waves, slowly blacking out, only to reawake in a new body…lost on the plains, starving and dehydrated stumbling towards mountains in the distance and a small hidden path that he knew headed to Obodo Obi…

<Vom Durom. Giwa Martyr. Doomed to find the lost city of Obodo Obi…never truly allowed to die, always reincarnating until he succeeds. Made some changes to the story and class.>