Welcome to the origin story of Ohman, the Bronze Dragonborne Monk currently hunting Strahd with his newly found Allies Brahn Rollin and Erich Greenbottle.
[[continue]]As you look in the mirror, you see your wrinkles have grown more prominent. Old age seems to be chasing you with relentless vigor, and it seems that your memory is worse off for it. What was your name again?
[[recall]]Ah yes...your name is Kyokuten
[[walk away from mirror]]
You close your eyes and take a moment to think back upon the night you first met your "son". You remember the war-torn scene of what was once the nesting grounds belonging to the group of Bronze Dragonborn, formerly know as the Destine clan. You remember looking for any relics, artistry, or writings that may have survived this purge.
[[look to the left]] [[move straight forwards]] [[check to the right]](set: $name to prompt("Name","no name"))
(if: $name is "Kyokuten") [
"Yes! That's right, my name is Kyokuten...my memory seems to be slipping in my old age."
[[walk away from mirror]]
]
(else-if: $name is "kyokuten") [
"Yes! That's right, my name is Kyokuten...my memory seems to be slipping in my old age."
[[walk away from mirror]] ]
(else:) [ You little rebel you...well we aren't moving on until you accept your name. Do you concede your name is Kyokuten?
[[concede]] [[NEVER]] ]Well I'm glad we've got that sorted. Now back to the story at hand
[[walk away from mirror]][[I mean you can click me or not...it's your choice but this story isn't moving forward until you concede.->concede]]Nothing but soot and rubble...
[[move straight forwards]] [[check to the right]] As you walk forward you notice the bodies of what seem to be humans dressed in cult-like garb. You reach down and retrieve a religious symbol, but you don't recognize it as relating to any major diety.
When you start inspecting the cultists weapons and books you hear a light shifting of rocks. You slowly approach the source of the noise with one hand on your fan, ready to strike if any cultists still remained. You find a medium sized rock wobbling slightly with some small noises coming from below.
[[turn over rock]]There lay a grotesque pile or slain Dragonborn. You notice that there seems to have been no descrimination in the killings. Bodies of young and old, male and female, armed and unarmed.
"What monsters can commit such an attrocity. I cannot leave these souls in such a state"
You remember taking the time to give the deceased some form of respectful burial before moving onwards.
[[move straight forwards]] [[look to the left]] You remember seeing what looked to be a baby dragon tucked away in a small divet, covered by the rock.
"What noble parents you must have had...to ensure your child has a future, even at the cost of your own life..."
You remember taking this young one back to the temple and explaining what had happened to the other monks. They met you and the young one with open and accepting arms, ready to assist in the upbringing of the last Bronze Dragonborn.
One of the monks, Ginzo, who was roughly your age looked to you and told you it would not be right for the young one to go on without a name honoring his clan's legacy.
"Ohman" you spoke softly "a strong name, full of light and life for the last spark of a bloodline."
[[open your eyes]]When you open your eyes, you hear the soft rumble of thunder in the distance as the rain continues to patter above.
You look left. "Ginzo...have you seen Ohman? He should have returned by now."
Ginzo, who was in the middle of dinner looks back and mutters with a full mouth. "To my knowledge he has not returned. Knowing him he probably got lost in thought while walking home. Do not worry so much, he is of age now and is more than capable of handling himself."
That was when it happened. You jump as a bright flash of light illuminates the nearby window as you hear the distinctive crack of lightning. In full stride you spint back to your quarters and pick up your Fan and pack.
(set: $kyokutensFan to 1)
(set: $gold to 5)
(set: $adventurersPack to 1)
Having studied the Bronze Dragonborn to better accomodate Ohman's life in the temple, you know they have magical abilities tied to their draconic lineage. Ohman seemed to lack these abilities...
[[run out of the temple and down the road]]A few hundred feet up the road you spot Ohman. He has fallen to his knees, back slouched over with his head in his claws.
What do you do?
[[yell to him]] [[slow down and walk up to him]] [[sneak closer]]"OHMAN, ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?" you yell out to your son.
He does not react to your call.
You run and finally catch up to where Ohman is kneeling, and there you see 3 singed bodies of what look like thieves. In their hands you notice small blades and a hand crossbow. You quickly put together what has happened.
"My son...please tell me this is a mistake. Please tell me you did not strike down petty thieves over material posessions.
Ohman, still trying to calm his nerves, replies "I...I couldn't let them have it. My notebook...they wouldn't take no for an answer. I gave them everything else and they woudln't just leave ME ALONE!"
There is a soft boom of thunder in the stormclouds above.
[[A Father must be forgiving. Love is unconditional.]]
[[A Father must teach his children life. No matter how harsh the lesson, it must be taught]]As you approach, Ohman turns around with tears on his cheeks and jolts of lightning coursing up and down his arms.
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry" Ohman says, barely able to formulate a sentence.
You move right up behind Ohman and there you see 3 singed bodies of what look like thieves. In their hands you notice small blades and a hand crossbow. You quickly put together what has happened.
"My son...please tell me this is a mistake. Please tell me you did not strike down petty thieves over material posessions.
Ohman, still trying to calm his nerves, replies "I...I couldn't let them have it. My notebook...they wouldn't take no for an answer. I gave them everything else and they woudln't just leave ME ALONE!"
There is a soft boom of thunder in the stormclouds above.
[[A Father must be forgiving. Love is unconditional.]]
[[A Father must teach his children life. No matter how harsh the lesson, it must be taught]]As you attempt to get closer without being noticed, Ohman spins around yelling "STAY AWAY!" as lightning shoots outwards from his body.
"Ohman it's me! Please, my son, calm youself!" you say as you approach him slowly, hands stretched outwards towards him.
You finally Ohman and there you see 3 singed bodies of what look like thieves. In their hands you notice small blades and a hand crossbow. You quickly put together what has happened.
"My son...please tell me this is a mistake. Please tell me you did not strike down petty thieves over material posessions.
Ohman, still trying to calm his nerves, replies "I...I couldn't let them have it. My notebook...they wouldn't take no for an answer. I gave them everything else and they woudln't just leave ME ALONE!"
There is a soft boom of thunder in the stormclouds above.
[[A Father must be forgiving. Love is unconditional.]]
[[A Father must teach his children life. No matter how harsh the lesson, it must be taught]]"Ohman...anger and revenge will never satisfy you in this life. It's time for you to close the chapter of life that is your past."
Having said this, you know there is only one thing that will bring your son peace. One thing that will let him live a life for himself, and not in the shadow of what once was but no longer remains.
With tears welling up in your eyes, you look to Ohman and speak softly "It's time for you to leave the temple. You must bring justice to those who stole your clan from you. Do not do so out of anger or hatred, but out of the need for fair and lawful trial. Once you put an end to the living nightmare you endure, maybe then you may live life for youself. I hope I live to see that day...and if I do not, I hope to see you at your journey's end where we can be reunited again."
Ohman pauses, wipes away his tears, and hugs you.
"Go my son...and take these. You will need them far more than I will."
You hand him your fan of gust, the magical weapon you have carried most of your life, as well as a small handful of gold and you pack you brought on adventures when you were younger.
(set: $kyokutensFan to 0)
(set: $gold to 0)
(set: $adventurersPack to 0)
With one last hug, and not a word said, you see Ohman take off with great vigor, off to bring his torment to an end.
[[Thank you for playing]]Knowing your son had killed 3 men, you know what must be done. You move your right hand down to your waist and feel around for the wooden handle that you recognize so well.
Gust fan: (print: $kyokutensFan)
A decision must be made.
[[end his suffering]] [[put him in his place]]You draw the fan with great speed and attack Ohman with a powerful stream of wind. The tiny air current act as needles as you see his scales start to crack.
"NO!" He screams as your eyes fill with blinding light.
You stop...your chest feeling warm...
You fall over and notice the blood pooling from the wound caused by Ohman's newly founded lightning strike. Your vision starts to fade..all you hear is Ohman's now roaring crying. You feel his claws holding you...as the light starts to fade even more.
"...my son...I love you..."
[[Thank you for playing]]You let go of the fan, not having the strength to strike down your son. You slap him across the face.
"Ohman! What you have done is a serious crime and cannot go unpunished! You are hereby banished from the temple until you can find the peace needed to quell your rage! Now...leave at once."
Ohman, still reeling from all that is happening, slowly stands and speaks softly.
"I'm sorry..."
He spins back around and strikes the side of your head with a forceful kick.
(set: $kyokutensFan to 0)
(set: $gold to 0)
(set: $adventurersPack to 0)
The next thing you know, it's daytime and you are slowly rising from the ground. Your neck is sore and your head is throbbing. You notice a couple things missing...
Fan: (print: $kyokutensFan)
Gold: (print: $gold)
Adventurer's pack: (print: $adventurersPack)
You smile slightly.
"Go my son...free yourself from this torment. Maybe one day we will be reunited in the next life."
[[Thank you for playing]] Thank you very much for playing! This is the short backstory of the DnD character Ohman. The canonical ending has Kyokuten forgive his son and send him on his way, so don't worry if the ending you got was slightly rougher! If you'd like to see the continuation of Ohman and his group of fellow adventurers, episodes are posted on the OriginalHumanGeek YouTube channel every Friday!
Creator: Dan Corcoran