Noskie (soulless one)
Age: 32
Height: 5'10”, 178cm
Build: lean with toned muscles
Hair: scruffy brown and grey
Skin: Tanned and heavily scarred
Eyes: right - grey, left - purple
Weapons: Full Blade 7' length, 1' wide, 3 inches thick
Armour: Leather chest armour, metal bracers

Callum 'Noskie' Sharn

‘I Felix have decided to try and find out about Noskie, a man I’m told who is not human’

'I entered the Wig and pen tavern to begin my search'

‘I begin by asking patrons of a local tavern’ “Whom is this Noskie ? Do you know of him ?

”Yea I’ve heard of that guy. He wields a huge sword and covered from head to toe in hideous scars”.
”Never met the guy, don't want to really, normally means death follows”.

'Clatter of tankards'

”The soulless one, or that’s how I know him ... Yea I’ve met him once. Well seen him anyway, kept my distance cause that man’s not human, he is a demon. He slew 20 men just like that, no remorse or emotion, just like the devil”.

'I asked a man whom had been curiously watching me move around the room amongst the patrons asking this question openly indiscreetly.'

”I'm afraid I’ve never heard of this warrior. Good eve”

'The man gets up and leaves instantly after replying. His stare of gaze almost unnerving to me as he turns his back upon me.'

'I walked up to the barkeep, before I had time to speak he asked'

“Why are you interested in Noskie?”

'My reply was short coming ! “For the mere fact of a man being called a demon fascinates me and my own curiosity. Let a lone the initial fear within the voice I heard from the first person to speak his name. I’m a writer you see and wish to indulge myself in a story here that I feel holds many secrets.

”Ah I see, best you find a table and a drink, Audrey will keep your tankard full just usher her over and I’ll be with you before I lock up”.

'Time passes, the tavern closes and the barkeep sits down with me'

”Too many people believe that Noskie is a demon warrior waging a war against anyone who crosses his path”.
”He wasn't always so… no sir. He was once a happy man, A man by the name of Callum Sharn the younger brother of Ramnan Sharn”.
Yeah the master swordsman of the Lion Clan.
Noskie never used to fight or show any interested in the way of the code that those of the lion clan follow.
He was an up and coming armour smith and that’s all he wanted to excel to be. His ideas fascinated others and he had skill beyond his age. He found a wonderful wife which became his centre and his reason of being. A few years passed and they were graced with a daughter, Nevaeh.”

‘Sighs deeply’

”But these precious loved ones of his weren't to be. A demon stole his wife, slaying her before his very eyes. As he tried to defend his daughter he was struck by tainted magic scarring his eye and tainting his being.”

“Noskie took the lose badly, to this day he is said to suffer that moment in eternal anguish. He now drinks to help him forget, but this only intensifies his rage and the scar’s that run so deeply.
His brother took Nevaeh, his daughter away, deeming him unfit to be her father. To which as you can imagine destroyed any love that Noskie had remaining for his brother.”

'The bartender takes a slow sip of his drink'

”Noskie now has nothing to keep him sane, he has lost everything he held dear. All that stands now is a warrior of sadness and rage”.

‘Takes a further deep swig of ale’

“The only details that can be told of his wife’s death is simply that it was horrific. Only either of the two brothers can tell you what happened, but both stories differ. One a demon the other a murder and man gone mad. Only way you’ll find out more stranger is to ask them yourself, but then I wouldn’t like your chances of living long enough to write anything down.”

'At the slide of the bar door I leave'

'I found Ramnan and eventually got to speak with him at the clans capital city'

“What do you want to know about him?”
”He was an armour smith for the lion clan being trained on the island. He was excelling in his training and his master was pleased. He found a lovely woman, later married, the two of them bore a beautiful girl then he went mad.
Yes he lost his wife and daughter in a single day but the lies he spoke about her death.
He claims that a demon killed her, more like a man that he saw in his drunken state, for all I know from the state he was in he could of killed her himself and not realised.
That man killed a fellow clansman in cold blood. Screaming with sickness spewing from this mouth he strangled this clansmen using his bare hands and injured many more as he fled in a maddening rage. Disappearing from all trace before the authorities could catch up with the now wanted man. I plan to bring his soul in for judgement one day, even if it requires me bringing back only his head.

‘His face ripples with anger’

”That man is no longer my brother, he is no longer the man called Callum”.

After a lot of travel following small whispers and clue’s of where Noskie had of been or where he had been heading I came across this small town. Vastion I believe was it’s name.

'I found a man there whom claimed to of knew him or more to the point knew of him when he was stationed at the Valis militant barracks headquarters'

"Ay I accompanied the man named Noskie. No he is not very talkative, and certainly hates questions... though I know he barely sleeps and he does writing a lot.
I certainly didn’t peek either I value my life more than a damn book.
He saved a whole village when I was with him, he slew this man who was crazy, not only crazy but was I swear on my sons life, a demon.
Oddly though no one praised him for all they saw was another body of a man without a soul. Uttering his name softly as they muttered he quickly turned and walked away from the village in silence. I never followed him for his existence is a lonely one and no one will truly know what he goes through or endures. What he pulled off that day will stick with me for my whole life, as I have never heard something so inhuman as the sound that came from that thing that Noskie had killed.”

'Whilst walking the dusty roads a cleric stops me for what I thought was idle conversation and maybe a break from the roads travel. We began to speak and I quickly came to realise that this gentlemen had actually been looking for me, for rumour was now getting about that I was trying to sort of chronicle Noskie’s deeds and such. Hype his legend and insight fear in others, to which I explained myself and my position and the stories from this cleric soon became forthcoming'.

Words of father Dareth Harkoom.
“I have had the honour of seeing this demon you speak of, he is no demon though… yes my faith may have something to do with my comment, but hear me out.”

‘The cleric moves off the beaten pass and sits under a tree’

“Noskie in the ancient tongue means soulless, and yes that poor man has lost his way. He is far from any other man on this plane, he has become something but all his actions are for the good…” Wait to hear me out before casting judgement like so many others. All those men, the corrupt, the villains and even the would be helpless have in fact been demons themselves. He is on a road of vengeance against those that took his loved ones away. No one should ever be able to withstand such sights as those Noskie has witnessed. But yet against every single one he’s stood his ground and slaughtered those evils in deserving fashion. But for his saintly actions, in the eyes of all the common man he is cast as a murder.

'pausing for a moment to breath in some air'

“Yes you have ventured on a journey that would rival most epic tales, the man you hunt is indeed a man and he is a hero. You have to see first what is real and what is false to truly help this man if this so leads to it.
Noskie cares about people more that anyone around here could imagine, yes he is brutish but he has never willing put others in harms way. Those tales come from peasants that are always fearful, his scarred body is from being in the way of danger while others cower or are injured. Noskie is a man on the edge of death everyday, but his soul will not pass on and his fighting spirit will not rest.
I have seen him after a battle, his friends wounded, his own body failing and he would tend to them, carrying them to safety and then leave as he knows more would be injured and he would be hunted by the people of the town. I saw him walk away, his eyes showing his sadness and his remorse for life, the heavy sword over his back, the blood soaked clothes that covered his light leather armour and bracers. His wife’s scarf wrapped around his neck and lower face and a glint from the necklace he had made for her on their wedding.
Yes friend he is human and compassionate, he has friends in many places where he has helped them. The masses are easily lead and the hearts of man easily corrupted by fears. But I for my part am a dear friend to thee. The man so names Noskie, whom little know him as Callum.”

‘The cleric stands, brushing himself down’

“I had best be leaving now, so the knowledge I have given you is truth, fresh to one’s memory and sooner shared with the world. But when you finally write your tales, what will you say? I would feel that you would only truly know the answer to that when you have the delight to meet the man in person.”

‘The cleric leaves’

'A man whom aggressed upon me after I mentioned the name of Noskie in close proximity to him began to yell at me.'

“Look here boy (Me a man of more than thirty) that thing you call a man has slaughtered many a warrior and far more innocents that anyone would dare to admit or tell. I have seen this demon and he is that, through the carnage on a battle field he wades through slaying anyone and anything, the trail of blood and death behind him is vast and he relishes it. His wickedly inhuman huge blade strikes down everyone he sets his sights upon. His grotesque features making him more demonic with his horrid purple cursed eye. That thing is not human and I dare say that there are not many whom are brave enough or skilled enough to kill this demon, so his rein of terror will continue uncontested.”

‘The man storms off cursing Noskie’

‘Though in my travels I have never seen the man named Noskie I have learned much of the world and of this man.
I believe him to be a man and nothing more, though he does exceed many warriors with skill and iron resolve, he still is only human.
His appearance is that of a vagabond, he travels around with a huge sword across his back, a scarf around his neck and lower face, a necklace of silver on show and torn and stained clothes hiding his armour of many battles. He is not very tall but his body is covered in scars, his eyes are grey and purple from his encounter with magic and his scruffy hair hides his face.
The man is infamous to the entire realm, he has killed people and other things, but those that have met him have also said he is tender and caring. The truest fact agreed by all is he rarely talks and he is very brooding.
I feel the man has lost to much and he can not let go, the only hope for him is that he passes on to the next life and finds his love again’.

Him by me, the define.

For only clouded thought will rise and fall,
Drifting as ones memories recall,
The learn'ed shell of the man still wonders,
Haunted by his loves life sundered.

The gathered extracts of Felix Truehand


By Chris Lobb