Yinric

Non-Byselon

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> “Unfortunately for you, Jason is under our protection. Now taste the blades of The Fellow Fellows!”
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> Yinric, to the triton, The Illithian Oneshot

**Yinric Bezkosh** is a ~~femboy~~ simic hybrid warlock associated with The Fellow Fellows party.

## The Fellow Fellows Storyline

### The Illithian Oneshot

I woke up on a beach, surrounded by the wreckage of what I presumed to be the ship I was on before I blacked out. I found another one of the mercenaries amongst the wreckage. Zoe, a Satyr Paladin who had an oath to Thassa, seemed to have survived with me. We came across the rest of the survivors who were rallying in a clearing in the jungle. A paladin of Heliod who went by the name of Jason seemed to have put himself in charge of the soldiers, sailors and mercenaries who survived the crash.

For the sake of simplicity, we trudged on through the jungle with minimal resistance: we only once had a tumble with a few cold, faceless beings Jason favorably referred to as "The Returned." We made shelter in an odd temple and I began to bond with some of the other mercenaries. Artur, a human fighter, was one of the more quiet of the bunch. Ektarious, a centaur, had too big of a bond with the sea in my opinion. And Oriz Ironmane, a respectable Leonin blood hunter, graced me as a reliable friend I could count on.

It was the friendly face of Zoe, however, that I would come to feel the deepest bond with.....whether I liked it or not. My investigation of the temple with Ziggy led to next to nothing. So I made sure defensive preparations had been made and signed up for a watch shift (mainly for the free biscuit involved) before going to bed unlike any other day. I woke up in a cold sweat next to Zoe who likewise had her sleep disturbed by our linked dream. We found tattoos of a spiraling arrow engraved deep into our skin on our left palms. We quietly assumed our watch positions and tried everything to remove these new marks on our skins. But no matter what spell, incantation, or method of play we tried, our experiments bore no fruit. Even the Hexblade could not grant me any wisdom that could help me uncover the reason behind my current situation. Zoe and I agreed to keep the marks a secret as we prepared for our continued journey the following day.

We made way to a nearby port before noon the following day. The buildings had been abandoned and evacuated of all previous signs of life. There were two ships moored at the dock, and we hastily made way to cast off before a gigantic creature owning one hundred hands began to hurl great chunks of earth and entire buildings at our fleeing vessels. I returned fire, but my attacks did nothing to prevent the rain of shrapnel that came down upon the second ship. I leaped into the water to see if I could save anyone, but the most peculiar thing happened.

The water.....wasn't water. I couldn't breathe in it. I didn't feel my skin or clothes dampen from the surf. When I put my head underwater, all I could see too where the stars of the heaven above. Defeated and confused, I returned to the ship as the others witnessed the same phenomena after I jumped in. It was then we all saw huge chains rising out of the water in the distance, seemingly holding the heavens below to the identical view of the heavens above. These happenings, combined with our interaction with the "locals," led Jason to confirm that we had indeed been in the underworld this whole time.

Everything began to make sense. That tattoos, the Returned, the temple, all of it. We had entered the underworld and our souls had been marked by the God of Death himself. Why? Why did this happen to us? There were only 10 of us left now, but why us?

We were approaching an island, and Jason's yell broke through my thoughts as figures could be made out on the beach. They were Returned...but not just any Returned, they were our crew mates! Our fallen comrades who we had witnessed fall into the void not minutes ago were now standing there before us! Jason began trying to throw himself overboard as I held him back, not wanting to lose him too. I saw too much of Winfrey in him, and I couldn't let him throw his life away to try and save those that were already lost....although on the inside, my heart was screaming to try and do the same. Artur had other plans in mind however.

As I was holding Jason back and wondering where I went wrong, Artur beached the boat. The impact made me lose my grip on Jason as he scrambled over the side of the ship and ran straight for our past crew mates. Strangely enough....they didn't attack us. Their gaze was fixed on the void of the horizon and they quietly cried out before turning and walking away. Their voices sounded like a mother whale who had just lost their son. It hurt me so much to see them in a state like that, but I had to be strong. We had to get out of there.

I rallied the sailors left with us and began fixing the minor damage that was done to the hull of our ship. Artur, the silent bolt, approached the still figure of Jason. It was then that I saw his true personality shine through. Artur wasn't just a fighter killing others for monetary gain. He was a poet, and a quiet one at that. Those words he said will forever have a lasting impact on me, though they are not words that are to be shared unto the world. We cast off soon after and made way to the edge of the underworld.

The waterfall was in sight. We were almost there...but the conflict hadn't ended yet. In a fit of Deja Vu, the water began to form up and throw itself over our decks. But there was no storm: no, it wasn’t a storm. The water froze solid and halted the advance of our boat. A figure, standing taller than any mortal, rose up out of the water before us and claimed himself to be a righteous follower of Thassa.

I saw Zoe go pale faced as the being held up a bident that verified his claim. He was a servant of Thassa and Zoe could do nothing to oppose him or else she would face the wrath of her god.

“What do you want with us?” I shouted at him.

“I’ve come to take revenge on the son of Heliod.” he replied in a deep voice that echoed throughout the sea. All of our facades turned to face Jason, who’s open-mouthed expression only further affirmed the severity of the grim situation.

“Fine. Then if it’s me you want, then take me. But let the others go!” Jason, the apparent half-celestial, defied.

“No! If he has a problem with one of us, then he has a problem with all of us!” I contradicted.

Jason cast me a sidelong glare, his face full of courage for the first time I had ever seen. “You haven’t done any wrong. Let me go so that you may live on.” he spoke as his craven lips set cold into his face.

The edges of my mouth curved up as I allowed a small smile to pass. He really was just like Winfrey. ‘If only he knew, if only they knew…’ I thought to myself as I cast my gaze around the faces of the party. ‘If only they knew that I couldn’t stand by and watch Jason die. Winfrey wouldn’t stand for that. I had to stand up for him. I had to stand up for myself. I had to stand up for Winfrey…’

“Unfortunately for you, Jason is under our protection. Now taste the blades of The Fellow Fellows!” I shouted as everyone jumped into action at my command.

Artur let loose, his practiced hands moving in a methodic rhythm as he released bolt after bolt at terrifying speeds. Ektarious and Oriz wheeled on their heels as torrents of water came up on the other side of the boat, taking a humanoid shape and stepping onto the deck of the ship. Zoe stood still, too terrified to move. I pulled out an oak branch from my bag and began to focus the energy from the Shadowfell. Jason stepped forward and took blow after blow from the merman as his bident struck true behind Jason’s shield.

I thought back to the ship. To our crash. To the building colliding with the second vessel, dooming all of my fellow brothers-in-arms. I thought back to the strike of lightning. I channeled that feeling….that memory….that anger….that power….that justice into the branch and caused an arc of lightning to streak out and pierce through the chest of the god that defied our passage back home. I held it and watched as his power drained from his stance. Artur, seeing the moment of weakness, leapt into action. He leveled his crossbow, taking aim. For a man of so few words, he could rally the arms of millions. He took only a moment’s extra consideration to make sure his aim was true. He pulled the cord, letting the bolt break the air around it as it flew towards it’s target.

“WHAT’S A SERVANT TO A GOD, AND WHAT’S A GOD TO A NONBELIEVER?!”

The bolt struck true, dead between the merman’s eyes. I saw his arms go limp, the water torrents lose shape and splash over the deck of the ship. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as he fell back, his body cascading beneath the waves and into the void below. We had won. The ice that held our ship back melted and the boat began trudging on towards the waterfall once more. Oriz began tending to Jason as the sailors gave a silent cheer. Zoe passed out, whether from shock or awe I’m not sure. I climbed on the back of Ektarious as I held Artur above my head with Ziggy nestled into Artur’s hair. Ektarious walked to the bow of the ship, and we all peered out into the void in silence as the ship drew ever closer to the waterfall.

‘This is my calling. This is my place. This is my home.’ I thought to myself. And with one last breath, the ship lurched off the side of the waterfall, off the end of the world, and out into the void.

## Backstory

I was born as a member of the Simic Combine, a result of their experiments in crossing humanoid DNA with that of aquatic creatures. I owe my life to them, and so I grew up serving them loyally. My elvish mentor, Qiric, told me about his experiments for the Simic Combine in engineering living beings. Most of his work was dedicated to how the DNA of one organism could bond with the string of another. My existence, however, is a result of mixing a multitude of humanoid and aquatic DNA together. Qiric treated me like his son, and I grew up mending the breaks and flaws in his tools used for his experiments. These tendencies led to my life as a guild tinker, where I was happy.

But as I grew up, so did my ambitions like any other child. The Ravnican War started, and at first I didn't understand the reasons behind the fighting. But my friend, Winfrey, left me to fight in the war. We had been friends since we were very young. We got into arguments all too often, but we always knew nothing said could hurt the bond between us. Winfrey found his place as a Boros Legionnaire, his martial prowess and religious dedication allowing him to fit right in. I just never accepted the reality that it was only a matter of time before his skills were put to use on a battlefield of one type or another.

I used to believe in the mercy of the five gods, but what righteous god would let this level of carnage come to pass? I do not deny the existence of the gods: I merely deny their sense of justice. It was then that I relinquished the practice of worshiping the gods and found a new power: the Shadowfell. It seemed wrong that Winfrey was fighting to keep the peace that I enjoyed. But being the monstrous experiment that I was, I had no muscle to offer the front-line.

One night, while I was out traveling the streets, I heard it's voice. The Hexblade called out to me, requesting my aid in return for it's power. I embraced its call so that I could gain the strength to fight in the war and work towards its end. I fought so that I would not have to see any more of my friends or allies come back home in a coffin. As I learned to form, control and call upon the power of the Shadowfell, my body began to mutate with the more power I drew. I learned how to hone in on my aquatic lineage and I grew tentacles as my body adapted to function just as well underwater as above. The gracious Hexblade rewarded me with Ziggy, a quasit familiar, for my dedication to it's power.

I joined the army as a mercenary for hire and fought everyday as if it would be my last. I used my downtown to train with simple weapons, to learn new ways to shape the Shadowfell, and to mend the armour of my wounded comrades so that they can join back in the fight when they were healed and ready.

Then, after what felt like a millennia, the war had ended. It felt....oddly peaceful. For the first time in years, I had felt joy. I reflected on those who I had come to count on, and on those who are no longer here to be counted on. I was thankful that Winfrey and his legion had made it through the war with only a few scars as proof of their work. For the first time in a century, I was going home.

That, however, was when disaster struck. The sea was disturbed as our convoy passed through open waters on our way home. It was a storm unlike any other, and I struggled to help the crew keep the sail from flying off. The last thing I remembered was a flash of lightning as our boat keeled heavily to port.

## Relationships

### Qiric

Elf Simic Scientist - Mentor, Father figure

### Winfrey

Boros Legionnaire - Childhood friend, Motivator

### Ziggy

Quasit Familiar - Best Friend, Troublesome Pet

### Zoe

Satyr Paladin - Tattoo Buddy, Trusted Friend

### Artur

Human Fighter - The Silent Poet, Respected Friend

### Ektarious

Centaur Sorcerer - Sea Fetish, Fellow Friend

### Jason

Human Paladin - Winfrey Lookalike, Craven Motivator

### Oriz Ironmane

Leonin Blood Hunter - Fellow Mercenary, Respected Figure

### Vash Panika

Earth Genasi Barbarian - Trustworthy Appearance, Trusted Mercenary

### Mallen

Firbolg Cleric - Solemn Guardian, Suspicious Mercenary

## Trivia

* Genetically engineered by Qiric, Yinric has a cross between the DNA of a human, elf, vedalken, kraken, squid, shark, and more. He doesn't like to talk about it very much though.
* Don't give him fireworks I'm begging you.
* Scratch that. Let's violate the Waterdeep Convention!

## Gallery

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