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UgtarBigStrongie 09-28-05, 10:31 PM	Okay the rules are simple all you have to do is make a story/background from only a picture and nothing else. You can make it whatever you want as long as it makes sense with the picture and you can say yah thats him. The winner will be the one with the most thourogh,creative,detailed description. http://x4.putfile.com/9/27021284248.jpg Get writing!
Zephyrus/Sonet 09-28-05, 10:57 PM	Do I have to use that picture?
UgtarBigStrongie 09-28-05, 10:59 PM	Yes, that is the point. Why? Whats wrong with it?
Zephyrus/Sonet 09-28-05, 11:06 PM	Nothing wrong with it, I just misinterpreted what you wrote. :)
UgtarBigStrongie 09-28-05, 11:08 PM	Okay..I hope to see some good results later ;)
Gallameed 09-29-05, 01:07 AM	Okay the rules are simple all you have to do is make a story/background from only a picture and nothing else. You can make it whatever you want as long as it makes sense with the picture and you can say yah thats him. The winner will be the one with the most thourogh,creative,detailed description. http://x4.putfile.com/9/27021284248.jpg Get writing! He looks like someone I know! :D Dafydd was a big gay bear of a man who loved his homeland (Wales in the UK) he was a devout christian and very patriotic thus he always wore his massive gold "chav bling" and special traditional welsh gift-shop t-shirt, even under his home-made Mortal Kombat costume (he often LARP'ed). Ever since the 90's Dafydd dreamed of being a vigilante, running across the rooftops in the dead of night, not making a sound and dealing brutal justice to any homophobic evil doers he might run into! Alas, poor Dafydd lived in the quiet and quaint little glens of Wales and he would run out of roof tops after about thirty seconds. Instead our hero decided to travel north to stop the sheep-worriers of Cardiff instead. After being reported to the local council for interupting the local sheep-a-thon Dafydd was branded (literally) as a criminal and forced to wear a bandage over the ever-weeping marks on his right hand. He now owns a motorcycle garage and leather-goods shop in Swansea, people often remark on his politeness and excellent eye for detail. He is still the only gay-bear-chav-ninja in the villiage mind you!
UgtarBigStrongie 09-29-05, 01:25 AM	Sorry...I should have said this is a D&D dude. Oh well, funny story!
interpretivechaos 09-30-05, 12:50 PM	Okay the rules are simple all you have to do is make a story/background from only a picture and nothing else. You can make it whatever you want as long as it makes sense with the picture and you can say yah thats him. The winner will be the one with the most thourogh,creative,detailed description. http://x4.putfile.com/9/27021284248.jpg Get writing! Fedwick was born while thunder crashed, rain poured, Acid splashed, dragons roared- In other words, in the middle of a performance of Nahoj and the Wyrm of Mt Edran by a renowned illusionist. Under these great circumstances, it was only natural that Fedwick would become one of the great gnome illusionists. He always had an above normal connection with illusion magic, and it became obvious when time came to leave his forest home that he would enrole in a prestigous magical university. Upon arriving at Naethrop University of Magery, each of the students were given a taste of the different types of magic. First was evocation, where they were treaty to a fabulous display of various bigby's hands by the university's argent savant. Next was abjuration, where they watched a mage be shot by a volley of crossbow bolts, each bouncing of the stoneskin enchantment. For the next test, a great barbarian walked in, challenging any of the students to a duel. After commenting on the cowed audiences cowardness, he proceeded to open another door, letting a young black dragon out. The dragon immediately let out a blast of acid that melted the stone, and the barbarian sliced it's head of in one blow. As the captive students applauded, the illusion was dispelled, revealing an elderly gnome, who accepted the praise greatfully. The rest of the schools were demonstrated, but Fedwick knew that he would specialize in illusion. Naethrop University was hard on Fedwick, consisting of eating, sleeping, and doing menial tasks for his mentors. Still, he excelled in his studies due to his bright mind and caught the notice of the elderly gnome, who eventually took him as his protegy. By the time his six years of study were up, Fedwick was top of his class, being able to already cast Major image. Fedwick remained in the university though to study a further field of illusion- shadow magic. In his studies he learned the lore of how to infuse his figments with shadow magic, though he lacked the experience to do so. He studied hard in his studies, but before he made much progress, his aged fell ill. "Young Fedwick," the aged gnome coughed on his death bed, "Come here." The gnome waved off Fedwicks attempt to say anything. "When I was first a young student like yourself, I left the university and traveled the world. Adventure is the best way to learn, and you can set yourself up well financially for your old age.... but that is beside the point. I adventured with several unusual companions- a half-drow cleric of pelor, a doppelganger bard, and most importantly a dishonered Samurai whose lord whom he had pledged his loyalty to was killed while he was away. You remember the fierce warrior I treated you to the first day of your studies..." The gnome waited for a nod from Fedwick, taking the pause to break into a fit of coughing. "Thay was the image of Kysaduras, who fell saving the rest of us from a black dragon, though they slayed each other in the end. You'll find as an illusionist that adventuring is safer when you appear greater than you are- so I ask of you, take the image of Kysaduras when you travel someplace new- and if anyone recognizes you, tell them his story." Fedwicks mentor fell dead after muttering those dying words, but to this day, Fedwick always travels bearing the image of the fallen Kysaduras, hoping one day he will encounter some survivor of his family or long lost friend to tell the story of the heroic samurai.