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Gurney Halleck 12-25-04, 05:01 PM	Greetings to you all, and thank you for viewing this thread, which i hope is partly successful. I thought it would be excellent if you could bring your character a little more depth, and tell how he/she grew up. It would help show why your character acts the way they do, or why they joined a certain guild. Have fun :)
Dyne 12-25-04, 05:17 PM	This is a very good idea! I'll be back to explain all the details of my character. But, I have to go now. 'Til then.
Demonfey 12-26-04, 01:32 PM	Crowley Maelhaevek (The Nameless Mage) Born 20,000 years ago His mother was an elven druid and his father was a high-ranking demon. Before that, his mother was working with a group of rangers, who lived near a portal to Corellon Lorethian's home, when a fluctuation in the planes changed the portal so that it linked with a lower plane of the Abyss. They were beset by demons, but managed to turn them away, but not before his mother was captured. A prisoner of the demons, she was tortured and raped until a group of adventurers found and rescued her, but after he was conceived. When he was born, his mother took a dagger and tried to stab him to death, but due to exhaustion, was only able to leave a nasty scar that has yet to heal across his right eye. After that, Crowley's innate shapechanging abilities saved his life, by making a passing human wizardess/healer believe that he was an elven child, and called him Crowley, which he has decided to keep as an unnofficial name. For twenty years, he had a normal life, until his adopted mother died in a freak accident, involving a pair of howler monkies, an anteater, a freak tornado, and the inn she had been staying in on business. Realizing that he had nothing left there, he packed up and left, seeking his own niche. For the next five hundred years, he was mercilessly hunted by those who feared him for what he was, not for anything he did, and he was found out sooner or later no matter what disguise he wore. All he understood about the hatred for him was that he was a half demon, and therefore inherently evil. Then, after all that, he met his biological father, who told him that before beginning to beat ten times of :censored: out of Crowley after ripping off his son's arm and using it as a club. Then, he sold Crowley to a demon-god wannabe who was a sadist. For fifty years, he was an experiment, slave, and appetizer, having his skin flayed off of his living body and then given to demons. He was healed imperfectly afterwards. After fifty years, all the pent up rage inside of him since he was born snapped, and he began to attack his master, who then side-handed him into a pool of liquid iron. From the iron, his path to an elemental that he had started earlier was completed, and the flesh and bone burned away and was replaced by heat and iron. Rising from the iron pool like a dark phoenix, he then proceeded to strike down anything that he saw, starting with his former master, and as well as his father. Then, he went on a rampage throughout the Abyss, until he was tossed into the River Styx and sent into Hell. In Hell, he was approached by Asmodeus with a chance to kill all the demons he wanted and get paid for it, and so he joined in the Blood Wars for 10,000 years. At the end of this, he went solo and began learning from multiple sources of magic all over the multiverse, for 9,430 years, and met Eldradune. In the last 500 years, he has taken up residence in Union mainly, which does not turn him away, and has become an enigma amongst good and evil beings on who's side he is on, and he has found and joined the ranks of Garyx's faithful.
Demonfey 12-29-04, 01:29 PM	B*u*m*p
The Vorpal Tribble 12-29-04, 01:41 PM	Timothae, the Awakened Dreamer -=-=-=-=-=-=-=- That music... it was wrong, it was EVIL. He had to stop that music! -- A young woman quickly sat up in bed, and cocked her head to the side, listening. The soft pattering of bare footsteps and the thud of the closing door. She quickly rolled out of bed, and grabbed a shawl off its hook and ran outside. There, in the distance was her five year old jogging down the sandy street, heedless to the tiny pebbles that must have been badly bruising him. She herself winced as she took after him, the salty breeze blowing her slightly to the side. "Timothae!" she cried. "Come back!" -- Something coming in from the woods... going for the music. It was that girl again... 'Who is she?' he wondered. "Come back!" he shouted and took off after her, to warn her away from the music. -- The watchman started in surprise as the little figure ran past him for the shore. "Whoa there lad, where you headin'?" he called. When no answer was forthcoming he ran forward and stepped before the child. The boy stopped abruptly and stood there, his eyes staring blankly ahead. The watchmen lifted his lantern to shine into the boy's face and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright there?" he asked a touch confused, and if it wasn't for his old eyes he could have sworn that mists were coming off the little one. He raised the lantern up as the form of his mother came panting down the road. "Thank you so much Mr. Bletkle!" she breathed and reached down to take the boy's arm, "I can't imagine what would bring him to do..." she gasped as the watchmen grabbed her arm. "No lass, no!" he said in an urgent whisper. "He's asleep walkin'. Ye must never awaken those as do that. 'orrible things are asaid to happen. Just lead'em quiet like back." The woman smiles slightly and nodded. She gently turned him around, and he went along with her gentle pressure. He instinctively climbed back into bed. She went about locking the doors and windows in the house. -- He chased after her but could never catch up. Suddenly a wind picked him up and blew him over the treetops and away.... -- For the next six years Timothae's mother was kept busy everynight, sometimes sleeping at the foot of his door to be awakened by his walks. The night watchmen were always on the alert for his passing, for despite the mother's efforts, she would fall into a deep sleep or walk off, inexplicably forgetting her vigil and he would unlock doors or unlatch windows with subconscious zeal. Of his late wanderings his father was never told, and being away for months at a time on voyages across the great lake the Captain was rarely home for very long. When he was the young boy was overjoyed and oddly enough his walkabouts ceased, but the following days after his father's usual departures his treks would start once more. The father was never told of his, for he resented weakness in any form, and to find anything odd about his son would be a blow to his pride. His first attempt at halting these wanderings would be a solid thrashing with a belt. Timothae's mother could not bear the thought of her quiet, gentle son being treated thus and so it was kept a secret. -- Eight years later... Timothae looked about in astonishment as he strolled down the street of his home. The smith he knew had been dead for years looked up from his shop and waved. All about him, people he had once known but had died walked around him. Suddenly a movement caught his eye and he saw the girl. She grew as he did he realized. As always he caught nothing of her face as she walked into an alley. However, as he turned within, he stopped dead in his tracks for she was turned towards him. Her face was almost elven in its beauty, and for the first time he looked upon the kind but worried gaze of her green, almond eyes. She reached out her hand and in sweet tones she urged, "You must come with me quickly!" Still staring deep into her eye he took the hand, and the world dimmed. His intake of breath brought to him the smell of burning wood... and flesh. She pulled him back out of the alley and he saw dust and fog in a great cloud that blocked the sun for as far as he could see. What was dimly illuminated struck to his heart. Nearly the entire town was reduced to rubble. Moans and screams of pain and fear reverberated about the wreckage. The ground suddenly rumbled and shook, nearly knocking him off balance, only by leaning together were the girl and he able to maintain their footing. "This way!" she shouted urgently and half dragged him down the path. Instead of taking him down to the seaside he found himself in a forest. As she took him they seemed to become larger and taller, many seeming to have been uprooted and twisted by a great force. As he went along they became larger and eventually she stopped before the largest of them all, a tree so high that only the lowermost branches were visible, the top being lost to sight. At the base of the twisted and gnarled trunk sat an ancient looking man, bent with age. He stood up from his contemplation with a look of deep sadness and beckoned. He turned about and like a fly started to clamber up the trunk. The girl gave him an affectionate smile and followed suit. Together they soon came to a ledge and pulled themselves above it. Timothae blinked in astonishment, for the trunk of the tree has split off and formed many, many small trunks that held up the top. They were formed in the shape of living arches and the middle was left bare leaving plenty of room to move about. In each arch were the standing forms of mummified remains, their parchment-like skin weather beaten and spider webs were woven about the exposed bones. Pieces of torn fabric blew about in the breeze. They all were turned face outwards, looking towards the horizon, each one with an expression of utter sorrow upon their dried features. The old man reaches over and took him by the shoulders and turned him to look around. The beauty of the forest and seas of grass shocked Timothae to inner stillness. The view was shortlived though as the sun dipped below the distant mountains and the land took on the color of blood. Timothae felt himself suddenly shoved from behind and staggered off the ledge of the tree. Though the ground rushed at him no fear did he feel. He landed softly on his feet which somehow took the shock easily. The girl and man land beside you and start to run. With great speed they dash and before they are out of site you hear the aged one shout, "Up and over, faster, faster! Do not be left behind!" Obeying his urgent commant Timothae started to run and was soon leaving the wind behind in his wake. In moments he was back at the town but now, though it wass dark, it was no longer in rubble. He saw the man and girl turn around a strange building and so he head for it as well. Around the curve he came to a stop. A great multitude of everyone he knew stood before him. The ancient man nods to you and and the girl squeezes your arm. From the center of the crowd stepped his mother, who handed him an odd silver dagger... -- "Timothae... Timoathe!" his mother said loudly, shaking him. She knew him to sleep deeply, almost in death would he appear when he did not wander, but never before had it been this difficult. Only the rise and fall of his chest told her he was alive. "You father sailed in early, Timothae!" she said still shaking. He sat up suddenly and she felt a piercing pain in her knee she was leaning forward upon. Through the blanket a shining glint caught the morning sun coming in through the window. She fell backwards, and a tall, burly man with skin as dark as wet sand jumped forward and caught her. "TIMOTHAE!" she gasped. "Why are you sleeping with a knife?" "Wha' kni..." he asked groggily but his eyes widened in shock at the blade within his hand. "You gave it to me... but that was only a dream!" he whispered. Timothae's father set her down in a chair and took a step forward and siezed the boy's wrist. "Where did you get this?" he demanded, but for a moment even he was memorized by the weapon, though he rallied and said sternly. "None of us could afford such a blade." "Mother..." Timothae started. His mother shook her head in bewilderment, "I have never seen it before, Locklane!" Locklane shook the boy arm, "Did you steal this?" he hissed in fury. "I wouldn't..." "Then how did you come to have it? I have been far too negligent of late." he turned and looked to Timothae's mother. "Feleen, you have that scratch looked at. Never know what might be on this." "Locklane, no..." she started. "Feleen, leave us." he said in tones that brooked no argument. He quickly closed the door as she walked out, limping slightly. He turned back to Timothae, "Our family has had a tradition of honor and integrity. You will tell me from whom you took it." "Father, I did not..." "LIES!" he fairly roared. "No mark on my family will be tolerated, and theft of arms is a black smudge. You will learn what the price of dishonor is." and pulled from around his pant a thick, wide leather belt. -- Feleen buried her head in her hands at the sounds of Timothee's agonized cries, and her tears leaked between her clenched fingers. Timothae did not come forth from his room once that day and Locklane forbade her to enter to comfort him. That night she sat up and with a sick certainty knew that he had gone wandering. She tried to get out of bed quietly, but Locklane unlike his son slept light and questioned after her. She trembled slightly as she responded, "He walks at night, asleep." she grabbed his arm as he swung his legs out of bed. "He doesn't know what he does, Locklane!" she implored. "Thats what he tell you is it?" Locklane said darkly. "This is when he goes out to steal! Apparently his flogging wasn't enough. He'll learn this time. Oh, how he'll learn!" he quickly pulled on his boots and walked out the door. Down the road, heading towards the beach walked Timothae, a shattered lamp held in the hand of a crumpled figure at his feet. Going around the figure, Timothae continued walking. Locklane's fists bunched in fury and shame and he ran down, his boots sending gravel scattering. -- "Timothae, oh Timothae!" he heard the girl shout. He looked out the window and rising from the sea was the moon, the color of blood. Timothae quickly squeezed through the window frame and jumped lightly to the ground. Shadows oozed out of nearby doorways and from chimneys and under window sills. He ran all the faster but skidded to a stop as one stepped before him. In its hand shone a bright fire that it drew back to throw. Timothae's anger filled him at the obstacles keeping him from the girl to whom he had fallen in love with. His head seemed filled with light, and he hurled it at the shadow to destroy it. The dark shape staggered back and fell to the ground where a dark puddle formed. The fire hit the puddle and sizzled out. He did not have a moment of satisfaction however as her voice echoed from the waves ever more urgently. He walked around the puddle and dashed for the waters. He screamed in pain though as he stepped upon the pebbly shore, for no longer was it covered in pebbles. Tiny figures were standing up from their prone positions, some several inches tall, thousands of others only the size of grains of sand. Each one though had glinting claws coming from their tiny hands and their faces contorted and rotten. With these claws they tore into his foot. Farther out upon the waters the pleading tones continued. Timothae leaped into the water and flicked his foot, washing off the dead men. The salt stung his wounds viciously, but he couldn't return to the beach. Specially because out on the lake was a small boat, with the girl standing upon it. A dark arm was around her throat which connected to a demonic form wrapped about in a black cloak. He laughed horribly and lifted the other arm alike to a bat's wing. The wind quickly took the membrane and the girl's screams disapeared in the distance. 'This is a dream...' he said to himself in realization. 'This is MY dream... AND I CONTROL IT! and started to wade outwards when something took his shoulder. He felt a great ripping of something deep within his being, but it was not he that tore, but something that had come along. For several dark moments, an unbearable weight clung to him... --- Locklane dashed over the pebbles when a swirl of fabric flapped behind him and a slim hand wrapped around his arm. "Locklane, you must listen to me!" Feleen pleaded. "He mustn't be awakened. He mustn't!" Locklear shrugged away her grip. "You've been listening to those old wives tales. If he's really sleep walking, and I doubt this, he'll be woken up. It may take some time, but anything can be beaten out of you if its caught early!" and grabbed Timothae's shoulder and spun him brutally around. A silent explosion seemed to pass through Locklear and Feleen's minds and the sky turned a horrible shade of dark ochre. Rising from the ocean was a bloated moon far too large, casting the hideous light. Most horrifying of all though was the figure that turned to them shrieking, "This is MY dream!". Though still bearing a resemblance to Timothae, the being before them was out of their worst inner fears. His skin, a horrible pale shade, literally CRAWLED, like maggots unable to quite push through from beneath. His eyes were missing, and in their place were pulsing orbs of light, chasing and roating about one another. His hair were tentacles that went down to his back and rose into the air. His arms and legs were obscenely thickened and bloated, and from his fingers and toes grew viciously curved talons. He opened an unhinged mouth that showed a veritable forest of never ending needled teeth and his barbed tongue snaked out, "Dare you take their form, demons? No more... NO MORE!" and stomping forward he reached down and gripped the ankles of Locklane. Whipping the man around and around his head, Timothae released him. Locklane sailed far over the waters towards the rocky reefs. There was an audible 'CRACK' as his body met the unyielding stone, and he slid down into the turbulent waves. Timothae then turned to the second cowering figure, her mouth opened in a silent scream too fearful to have sound. "Return to the nothingness of defeated nightmare and plague me no more!" he screamed and reached out a hand. From her body a thick, roiling substance streamed. He bound it within his palms and rearing back, hurled it into the sky, where it sailed higher... and higher. The figure collapsed to the ground. He turned back to the waves and was preparing to fly for the boating demon when suddenly he felt dizzy. The water far out to see parted and a dark, monstrous figure rose up and laughed humorlessly, shaking the land. "You have finally released me from my prison after all these years, and so I will alow you to live. May we never meet again..." and he wafted a hand at Timothae as if to dismiss him. As he fell to the sand he abruptly noticed that the beach was no longer anything but pale pebbles and sand, and no red moon hung in the sky... --- When Timothae awoke he felt light headed, and couldn't quite remember how to open his eyes. Voices were around him, whispering, but quickly became louder. Eventually feeling came to his arm and he reached to find why his eyes were so heavy and felt a damp cloth. A voice responded above him, "Why he awakes!" The cloth was pulled from his head and he slowly opened his eyes. It was several moments before he could focus, but when he could he saw that he was within the apothecary. The healer's elderly face was looking into his. He glanced over and saw his mother lying still on a cot nearby and said with a croak, "What happened?" "Well lad..." the healer responded slowly, "I've got some bad news...." -- No one quite understood why Timothae ran out of the apothecary screaming, "Dreams are real, and real is dreams!" and locked himself in his home. Over the next eight days many tried to get in to check on him, but he ignored their calls. Finally, after several days had passed a couple of Locklear's mates hoisted up another of the sailors, and peering through Timothae's window, saw him rocking back and forth on his bed, his eyes wide and unseeing and his mouth saying something over and over. During this time Timothae slept not one wink. He would pinch himself or dash himself against the wall along with a wide variety of things to keep from sleeping. Upon hearing about his parents he refused to sleep, for to sleep was to dream, and to dream was to kill! He must never sleep again, for he could not know what might happen once more. By the eighth day he had been seeing hallucinations and was sure that his dreams were out to get him. It was on that eighth day that his mother died, unable to stay alive any longer within a coma. He watched blearily as her coffin was carried to the graveyards by Lacklear's crew, followed by Feleen's friends. The madness that was building within him from shock and sleep deprivation finally took hold as his lids grew droopy. He could not sleep if he could not close his eyes! This was the only thought in his mind as he walked out of his room and went to the stand where Locklear kept his things. Timothae rooted around and pulled out his silver knife. In the kitchen he brought forth a bowl of water and looked within to see his reflection. He then brought the knife to his eye... -- Several days later the neighbors were shocked to finally see a figure with a hooded cloak pulled over his head emerge from the house...
Cazic 01-01-05, 08:59 PM	@Vorpal: Very nice Vorpal. I really liked it. :clap: @Demonfey: Very good job Demonfey. It was very good. :ayyyy!: You both might want to proof read your stuff from now on. i cant remember which one of you it was, but one of you have misspellings. :D
grimclaw 01-01-05, 11:05 PM	In the dawn time the spirit of the sun looked down upon the land and saw that something was missing from the world.After a moments thought he knew it for what it was.Though there were several races of beings none were of his heart,none were of a kind with his hopes and dreams.With thought came action as he extended his power into the world,the moon, early risen approved his thought and added her own power and dreams to his.Light flared and grew unbearably bright then faded to nothing and the first humans stood looking up at thier father and mother in the sky.With joy they shouted out and danced across the sun dappled meadow,facinated by all that they saw. Drawn by the noise the sylvan folk came to the edge of thier forest and marveled at the new beings.Innocent they were and endlessly curious like children.They new nothing of fear or need or want,for the meadowlands provided all thier needs and the tall,grim sylvan warriors kept away all that would harm them out of love. The humans did not know that a great war raged as the saurian mage lords saught to extend thier reach thruout the world.The dragons fled to the edges of the world,the sea folk were destroyed as race and degenerated into many lesser races,but the sylvan folk fought with blade and spell.For many years they fought but were driven back step by step,til at last they broke and scattered thruout the world,in time becoming the sylvan races known today,sprites,fairies and such.Thier great and noble past long forgotten. With the fall of the sylvan folk nothing stood between the saurians and the childlike humans.The conquest was quick and brutal,the saurians had found the perfect slave race.So began the brutal introduction of pain and fear for the humans.Century after endless century of terror and turmoil ensude as the humans served thier masters as expendable slaves.Thier lives were nought but pain,terror and endless toil relieved only by a often brutal death.Some served thier masters willingly and enthusiastically,earning privelige and power over thier fellows. The spirit of the sun watched all in sadness,the spirit of the moon wept but as gods they could not directly intervene.After long thought the spirit of the sun sent a small portion of his power into a special woman who kept in her heart the purity and love that all humans had once had.She was given in marriage to one who served the saurians as a willing slave,an overseer of his fellows who took great pleasure in the exercise of his power.The women was his plaything and a target to vent his frustrations and anger.In time though they concieved a son togather,never knowing that a portion of a gods power entered the child and became a part of him. The child was a boy named Malikai,curios and gentle of heart he was his mothers pride and his fathers shame.Lessons from his tutors were taught with a whip in hand.A blow to the face his only real interaction with his father.His mother did what she could to show him love and gentleness till he was forbidden to see her.Pushed beyond enduance he ran away and took up residence in the back alleys of the city.There he saw the true horror of his peoples lives and there he made his first friend a young girl his age who knew no other life but the one they now shared.For a year they dwealt togather till one of fathers henchmen saw him and attempted to capture him.His friend sacrificed her life saw he could escape.With tears of sorrow and unbridled rage in his eyes he escaped the city and fled into the mountains. There,lost starving and heartbrocken he stood on the edge of a great cliff and thought of ending the pain of life forever.Remembering the stories his mother had whispered to him in the night he looked up and cursed at the sun for its failure to save his people.To his shock and suprise a great warrior in shining golden armor appeared before him and told him that he was the weopon that was being prepared for the day thier people could be free.The spirit of the sun took him away to a strange land where time had no meaning and there the boy was trained in the arts of war and strategy.He was taught the ways of rulership and told that he was destined to make a nation that would be a beacon of light in a dark world.He would be the light of freedom to his people and the grim claw of vengeance against the saurians.This he took as a name to strike fear into the hearts of his foes. when he was ready he was sent back into the world euipped with weopons of power and a mighty warhorse.His banner was a field of black emblazoned with a silver crescent moon,for he had grown to love the moon during his time amongst the gods.He began his war by freeing a small village and gaining a handful of followerssoon after towns then small cities his army growing by the day his soldiers seemingly unbeatable.For many years the war raged til at last he took the city of his birth,by his blade did his father meet death.There he wept as he discovered his mother had long before died at his fathers hands.Driven by rage his armies swept away all resistance til at last the greatest saurian city fell before thier blades and the race was broken and dispersed as had been the sylvan folk Then did humanity divide as those who had srved the saurians willingly fled to find thier own way in the world.Others banded togather to find thier own destiny.The most loyal of his followers he led away to form a nation of thier own.On the shores of the sea they raised up the beginnings of Shastar,the city of light.They grew in learning and magic til they equaled the mightiest of the old saurian mage kings.Thier crafts were the finest in the world thier skills in all things honed to the finest edge.They were the beacon of light in a world of darkness. In time other peoples came to the world,most dark creatures that became enemies of the Shastar.Then came the dwarves and not long after the elves.Great nations they created and brought offers of alliance and friendship to the grimclaw ,High King of Shastar.In these meetings did he meet an elven maid,sister of a councilar of Dal Shar.He fell in love with her and she became his lover.The councillor feigned friendship while inwardly he fumed that a lesser being would dare defile his sister. The time came when a host of darkness threatened all the land.The elves of Dal Shar and the people of Shastar united to face the threat.In the city of Dal Shar grimclaw learned his beloved was with child and asked that she wed him.She agreed that after the war they would marry.Wile he left to go to the gathering army she went to tell her brother of the child and the wedding to come as he had not yet left to join the armies. In a rage he took up a dark cursed dagger and slew her and the unborn child for the crime of defiling his families honor.Then seeking a way to cover his crime and make political gains he went before the ruling council and accused the grimclaw of the crime.The council,many guessing the truth agreed and plotted to betray and destroy the Shastar,of whom they were jealous. Traveling to the gathered armies even as the forces of darkness drew near. There he thrust the same dark dagger into grimclaws back even as a dozen elven blades cut him down.Whith a cruel smile he told the dying grimclaw of his beloved's fate.The elven armies withdrew leaving the Shastar to be overwhelmed by thier foes.They were slaughtered to a man and thru it all the grimclaw watch from a nearby hill as he slowly blead from his many wounds,uncaring as madness consumed him over the loss of his beloved. In time rage merged with madness and demanded he live.Using the powers of his divine heritage(half-celestial)he healed most of his injuries and made his way back to Shastar.Thier he found only blowing ash.Not aware of the elven betrayal the city was caught up in high magic that sought to destroy it,even as the dark horde attempted to breach its walls.Only with great effort was a part of the city and its knowledge saved by moving the city into another dimension even as the goddess of magic turned from them in favor of the elves,prefering the power elven forms of magic would give her as worshippers would be dependant on her for access to the weave(true human magic being partly independant of the weave). Not aware of this the grimclaw thought all was lost even as soldiers from distant outposts gathered at the place where the city once stood.Madness consumed them all,and gathered togather into an army the swept toward dal Shar.They were unstoppable as they breached the wall and put every living thing to the sword,there was no mercy left in thier hearts.In the grand council chamber the treacherous councillor fell screaming under grimclaws blade and begging for his life. not content and desiring greater vengeance they moved on to another elven nation determined to cleanse the world of all traces of the elven people. Like a cleansing fire they swept across the land slaying all they could find. the elven people united in a great alliance and gathered to destroy the threat to thier existance even as the gods argued on the fate of the Shastar.The spirit of the sun was no more having long since perished in an appocyliptic final battle with his dark twin.Standing alone the spirit of the moon was overuled and the fate of the Shastar sealed. Before battle could be joined a great gate opened and an army of celestial poured forth and engaged the Shastar,weeping as they slew those who they had thought of as brothers.Long was the battle till only the grimclaw stood surrounded by the celestials as judgement was handed down by the gods. He was told of the survival of the city and that he would not likely ever see it again.Then he was told that his soul would be cast out into the world to be reborn.He would know nothing of his previous life till the moment of his death,then he would remember all that had come before.He would live not one live but an endless parade of lives thruout the millenia each one adding to his sorrow.His body was placed within his tower in shastar then the tower was ripped from its foundations and placed in a secret location. endless indeed was his lives.rich and poor,king and serf,general and merchant,soldier and slave.Mostly human sometimes other races,occasionally even an elf. Then came the day when the gods relented but would not release him entirely.The tower was placed within the Mystical city of Tyranor,great wards were placed around the highest rooms as his prison.there he would remain.He has discovered a way around the decrees of the gods however,with the creation of an avatar he works toward his freedom. His madness is gone as is his unreasoning hatred of elves.His soul scarred and twisted by his nigh endless life,he searches for meaning to his existance for a purpose.His Shastar have existed for millenia without him and he is content to let them find thier own destiny.Where then does that leave him?Ancient,powerful,a master of sword and spell,strategy and politics he is without direction beyond the gaining of his freedom.No longer totally devoted to the light but disdainful of the dark he walks a gray lonely path.
Demonfey 01-01-05, 11:50 PM	Very nice, grimclaw.
grimclaw 01-02-05, 12:23 AM	thanks.in case you hadnt noticed i have a fondness for epics and grand sagas.
Demonfey 01-02-05, 12:36 AM	thanks.in case you hadnt noticed i have a fondness for epics and grand sagas. I did notice, actually.
Silmarien Aldalome 01-02-05, 02:35 AM	When the Ost-In-Edhil (City of Elves) was at its noontide, many of the great sat at the Elven Council, including the brash Bralas and Daemon Aziz, who, some say, came from another dimension, expelled with his brother, Necromides from another inaccessible cosmos. In the comon tongue, the Ost-In-Edhil is simply the "Northern Flame" and just the Formeno Naúrë, in these times, by the reckoning of the informal tongue of the Elven peoples. And it was and is a great Mythal, but one lost to the world for many aeons. For none know where the City went, vanishing after the corruption of the Archwizards, by the miasma of evil that seeped into the earth, covering it like a pall of sickness. But, before the city vanished, and thinking to save the earth alone, Bralas siezed the Ellaédûn, in desperation, and she sought to master the vast evil that had siezed the once noble Archwizards. But the lantern, piercing the heart of he who dares the Lantern said to her You shall not have me to wield as your own - for my Wyrding is for Tel'Quessir, and not a service to the Will of One. Therefore, though 10,000 years may pass, and though all that the Elves have built be turned to ash, still I will wait until the hand who wields me knows the Hallowed voice of Arvandor even though they walk in the mortal worlds And the lantern burned her and she threw it down. In her despair, Bralas feld the Northern Flame - even as the Elven High Mages spirited the city beyond the reach of mortals with a great spell. And she fell to the earth, crying and broken. So it was that Aziz found her for he did not leave the world with the Elves of the Northern Flame - and pitying her, he took her into his arms, and though he be a kind of Daemon, she took him as her lover. But he was not an evil being, and he was not one from the Nine Layers. Aziz was instead, fey, noble and where he trod, the grasses grew and the lands were hale. So it was that they begat Martiner, Silmarien's father - whose blood runs with Elf and Faerie. Tall he is, grey-eyed with black hair and fair was his skin. And though Martiner never saw the Ost-In-Edhil, oft it called to him in his dreams, so that he would return to the ancient forest where the Elves once walked in their proud city. And all that he found were woodland beasts, and long he listened to the stone, who told of the beauty of the Elves - lamenting their passing. Long they wrought us. Beautifully they fashioned us. Like the Song of Creation - and Hallowed they made us. But now they are gone. But now they are gone. And in longing he cried out - and there he saw an Elf woman - Silverblond and green-eyed - and she sang to him, in the forest and he fell in love. So it was they walked the earth together, seeking their lost Home, and soon, it was that a child came into the world - whose eyes and hair were like her mother's. "We shall name her Silmarien Aldalome - for her hair is silver like the starlight of the earth and she bears the mark of her people in her eyes."
Gurney Halleck 01-02-05, 10:58 PM	Very interesting histories, my friends! I am glad that you all found the time to show your character's past, and give others an insight into your memories. I myself am working on Gurney's past as we speak. Good day to you all, and keep the posts coming :)
Xen155 01-03-05, 10:27 PM	Gurney's Past is pretty easy to find if you just look in the right place ;)
turalisj 01-03-05, 10:28 PM	ya, just read any of the dune books... :P
Lady Rolindin 01-04-05, 08:24 PM	Kaylee father is a Grand Red Knight tataction for the Purple Knights (Sir Skylore), her mother is a Red Knight War Wizard, at the age of 13 she was sponsored by Magnus for the Knights training after working her way up and learning the Knights values, and become a knight of Corymr and traing for a few years as a corymr knight. Kaylee was sponsored by her father's friend Lord Silverwain, for the Red knight War College. Kaylee choose to follow in her parents path and became a Red Knight trainee. After a two years at the Red Knight college she worked and studied hard to be a good battle tataction, and working her way up afterward, she was offered the chance to become a War Wizard and she accepted to the offer from Magnus. After Kaylee studed at the War Wizard college, she went back to the Red Knight war college for War Wizard battle field tatatics. Kaylee has spent close to six years of studying just in the Red knight War college between the Red Knight battle field tatics for paladins and knights and Red kinght War Wizard battle field tatics subjects. She has been studying and applying her Red Knight knowledge, Corymr Knight and War Wizard skills to her self and the surrounding area she protects. Kaylee has worked her way up to being the head of the war wizard for the castle. Making sure that the war wizards know what spells to use and in what order to cast them, how they should be deployed along the battle lines and where. Kaylee is the second in command of the Red Knights as of now at the castle. She is in charge of the War Wizards, until some one more quantified War Wizard can assume the position. Kaylee has study nothing but spells that a war realted or war spells made just for war, she still can use 2 of her paladin spells, but perfers to use war spells. When a pure war wizard comes to the castle, where as she will accept the second in command and be the tataction for the War Wizards deployment and spell usage, and training at the small college in the castle. Kaylee has the job of teaching at the Red Knight War college to the lower knights so they can take her place when she retires or is killed in the line of duty. The leader of the Red Knights at the castle is Sir Kantrail Brightblade title (Lord Knight Commandant), the tataction for the castle defense, and area around the castle. Her grandmother is a full elf, on her father side. Kaylee believes this has helped her having some elf blood in the past and is proud of her being a Half elf Red Knight War Wizard. (it would be nice if other players would return to the Corymr Purple knights site. or I might have to move her to the hef. they could use the help)
Droga 01-06-05, 11:31 PM	In a Kingdom ruled by humans, a strong and powerful king ruled. His soldiers spread across the globe and he conquered any lands with the taint of evils upon then, freeing cities and entire kingdoms from the grip of the darkness. This king had a family, a beautiful wife and a pair of children. His eldest was a trained soldier, young, but good with a sword. The youngest was but a child, young and inexperienced in the ways of war. The king was a courages man, and one day, he was approached by creatures from another plane of existance. The creatures spoke of peace with the humans, it wished for use of lands and supplies. They spoke of defending the humans from darker forces in exhange for the things they wanted. But in defiance, as he could feel their taint, the king struck down their diplomat. In a violent, and bloody war that followed, the human kingdom was wiped off the planet. In their last moments the father watched as his eldest son was slain. His wife was torn apart and his youngest was taken away by the creatures. His kingdom burned and his people died. He watched it all, until at last, the lord of the dark creatures itself rose up before him. His life ended with the dark eyes of the creature staring down at him. The young child of the king was brought back to the skull of Dromkar. His body thrashed and thrown within the bloody mass of its jaws. His body slowly changed, his skin turning black and his teeth lengthening into sharp fangs. When he emerged his skin was a pitch black, his hands ended in sharp claws and his eyes were a deep red. From then on the child was raised for combat by the dark creatures. He forgot all about his past, all about his father and his kingdom. Learning to serve the dark lord of the beasts. The vile energies of his soul infusing him and dark powers helping to train him further on in his life. Growing to be a force of evil that ravaged lands and slaughtered armies. The day came that a paladin and clerics of a church came to hunt him. Tracking him to a ruined city nearby a dark gate of the shadow creatures, they attacked. In battle with the paladin, he placed his hand upon the paladin's head, pressing down upon him with his will. The paladin stopped where he stood, a darkness pouring into him. He turned toward his allies, charging into them and striking them down with his own blade. Dromkrag laughed as the battle went on, the creatures rising from their shadows to watch as the paladin slaughtered his own soldiers.
thasis 01-07-05, 01:13 PM	Very good Droga. Very good indead. Realy evil though, the way I like it :devil: .
Demonfey 01-07-05, 03:10 PM	He's going to be a fun one, all right...
Cazic 01-26-05, 11:22 PM	There haven't been any new histories in awile. :( i need to finish mine soon so there will be some more to read.
Cazic 01-30-05, 11:52 PM	This is a history for PC I made and have recently redone. This history is not valid for the redone version, but is still a good story. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Anna’s Past-------------- “Anna come in. Its getting dark!” called a woman standing on the porch of a small cabin. “Just five more minutes Mom.” Yelled a voice coming from the forest. “Anna one day a Lion will be in that forest and eat you up. Now come in this house.” Said the women. “If a Lion does come she will just pat it on the head and have a conversation with it.” Said a man as he walked up beside his wife and gave her a kiss. “I swear you spoiled her the day you taught her to speak to animals as her first lesson in becoming a Druid.” Said the woman. “But it was the best gift I ever got.” Said the girl panting after sprinting to the cabin from the forest. She was a very young girl only five summers old. She was wearing a leather tunic with a Druidic symbol sown into the back and a skirt the color of green tree leaves. “Beside Mom you know there aren’t any Lions around here. I have met every animal in that forest.” “Just get in here. Dinner is getting cold.” The women then showed the little girl and the man into the house. The family had a nice dinner that night and later went to bed. Upon the next day the family awoke. “Anna are you still in bed? Wake up little one.” Said the woman as she walked into the girl’s room. “Anna wake up you have training to do with your father today.” The woman the pulled the covers of the bed back to find a pillow placed were the girl should be. “Anna! Come out here this instant.” Said the woman. “Anna already gone dear?” asked Anna’s father. “Yes she is probably out the practicing her bow already. She inherited these thing traits from you. I still remember all the trices you played on me.” Stated the woman. ~~~~~ “You did very well today Anna. You’r skills as a archer are improving greatly.” Said the man. “Thank you Father. Can I go play in the forest now?” pleaded Anna. “Yes, your training is done for today Anna, but be car…” “I know Father.” Yelled the girl as she ran of toward the forest. For the remander of the day she played in the forest and talked to the animals. When night fall came she noticed that her mother wasn’t calling for her to come home. Anna thought this was odd and desided to see what was happening that would keep her mother from calling for her. As Ana walked home she realized that the animals had all gone from the general area of her home. This worried Anna so she began to run toward her home. AS she got closer she began to see the figure of her mother standing by the door. She was happy to see this and began to run faster so she could ask her mother why she had not called. As Anna got closer she realized something was wrong with her mother. When she got closer she could see the arrow sticking out of her mother’s shoulder, pinning her to the hall. “M-m-mother?” studderred Anna as she reached for her mother’s dress and began tugging on it. “Mother say something please!” Just then Anna could hear the sounds of a battle being fought of in the distance. Forgetting about her dead mother she ran toward the sounds in hopes of finding her Father. As she ran toward the sounds she saw a bright flash of light and could see a figure fall to the ground. ~~~~~~~~~ “The male on that farm will make a fine slave for the noble homes.” Stated a young drow fighter grinning to himself at the though of a human in the darkness of the Underdark. “Yes he will make for good entertainment among the house that buys him.” agreed the High Priestess that crouched beside the young drow. “It will be most entertaining indeed. Be ready he goes home now and will be unprepared for our strike.” After saying this the whole raiding party prepared themselves and started out under the cover of darkness. As they neared closer they saw the woman walk out just as she did every night, though tonight was different. As she walked out a drow prepared his bow and quiver. As the arrow sped toward her she had no idea what the fates had planed for her, not even when the arrow tore her flesh and pierced her heart, spliting it in two. She never felt a thing. None in the house know of this for when the arrow struck it went strait through her and pinned her now dead form to the wall. Her husband never know this until he looked out to the forest wondering if Anna had already started home and that was why his wife had not called to Anna to come home, but he know differently once he saw the figures coming in through the fields. He did not know at the time that they were Dark Elves. He thought them to be Bandits and nothing more. He went out then to shout to them declaring himself and his title. It was then that he saw his wife and why she made no notice. It was then that he saw their dark skin. He started on a dead run for the training field were he kept his weapons. He didn’t get half way before arrows and fire began to follow him as he went. “Do not kill him you fools! We want him alive. Ordered the Priestess after seeing the arrows and fire began to leap from the hand of her archer and Wizard. “You need not worry milady we will not kill him unless we have to.” Stated a young drow wizard. He was a thin tall Drow. He wore a long deep green cloak, almost black, with runes along the edges. “You will not kill him at all less you want my wrath!” she ranted as she grabbed the snake headed whip at her side and began to chase after the human. As he ran he never looked back for he need not look to know that they were chasing him. That is what he wanted. With Anna out in the forest then she will be safe, she can hide there better than some animals. He would do his best to kill the drow, even though deep in his mind he know he was doomed. He was able to reach his weapons before the drow caught up to him. Now he could die fighting. As the drow came they formed a semi circle around him to prevent escape, he wanted no escape. Once they formed a circle four came forward. By their weapons the man could tell they were the fighters of the group. The remaining four looked to be two archers, a cleric, and a wizard. His immanent fight was with the fighters. He needed to dispatch them. As the came at him he cast a spell to make the grass entangle them. The spell caught them off guard and he took advantage of it. He went toward the closest two and severed their head form their shoulders before they know he was upon them. “Kill him! We will lose no more in this battle!” screamed the high Priestess with fury in her voice. “We will have this male or it will be your lives!” As the Drow gaze upon the Ranger they are aw-struck by his inhuman speed. It is all the two warriors can do to keep on the defensive. As his blades dance throw the air he seems at one with them and the world around him. “Ginera-stra” the Drow are confused by this word and can’t tell if it is a threat or a plea, but as they felt the trees growing under them they understood. Thought they understand to late. By the time they can begin to counter they have been incased in a living prison of wood. Their breath does not come and they know they are dead. “Sharak-yalai!” Then a bright flash of light erupts from the hands of the Drow wizard that had till then been standing dormant in the background. Once the light hits it target area the trees burst into pieces and the human is thrown from the battle. The two Drow warriors then fall to the ground gasping for air and the younger of the two pulls wood from his mouth that had grown there when he tried to scream for aid. The Priestess then goes to the warriors to see to any wounds they may have. The two Drow are unharmed, but of a few scratches and small cuts. They all then walk to the human. As they approach they see him stir and draw their weapons but as they draw closer they see he is no longer a threat. He is barley alive. The ranger is holding onto the last strings of life. As the drow look him over they see the numerous injuries he has sustained. The wizards spell had destroyed the trees, but blast had sent the ranger and fragments of the trees flying. There was a large branch sticking out of his gut and many smaller pieces of the once vibrant and magical trees stabbing into his body all over. “HAHAHA! You Drow will leave empty handed today. I will not live much longer.” Then with the ranger’s last breath and once of strength he spit at the Drow and died content that his daughter was safe. “What shall we do now? We have no slave. We have but those Goblins and an Orc. We need more!” “What did the human say wizard?” “He mocked us with his dieing breath. That is what he said you fool.” Just then they saw a young girl running toward them. They made no motion to stop her as she ran past with out even noticing them. She fell at her Father’s side and began to weep. “But will may still have our slave yet.” Says the Wizard with a grin on his dark face that the others share.
Cazic 03-13-05, 01:13 PM	What are all the chacters just not wanting to share about their past? :confused: :weep:
Dyne 03-13-05, 02:15 PM	I'm not very sure about my past. In fact, I'm not sure who I am. I'm not even sure if I exist (yet).
Cazic 03-13-05, 07:34 PM	Well surely someone else out there has a past.
Dyne 03-13-05, 07:37 PM	I could put them in the past. :smirk:
Cazic 03-14-05, 03:21 PM	Dyne the charcters have to be alive in one form or another to tell us of their pasts. :P
Sssargoth 03-15-05, 01:50 AM	The first one is from the perspective of my first charicter, the other is in 3rd person. :P Sssargoth the mighty, red dragon psion "I'm one year old, damn it! what do you want from me?!?!?! Hector-Mataff, Bowman Charger Hector-Mataff is a proud warrior of his tribe, and one of the best werewolf hunters the lupins have ever seen. He was taught the ways of the hunt by several warriors of several races. One of which was a human werebear paladin that would join his tribe in the week of the full moon to join in the werewolf hunt. He made friends with members of several races, and his most memorable friend was a halfling by the name of Bob Pipen'bottle, which Hector forever blames the half-orc barbarian that hid behind Bob for his death. Hector-Mataff rides like a great prince of the nomadic tribes. He wears no armor, for he sees it as a liability, and carries few weapons, but appears confident that he can defeat entire armies on his own. Hector-Mataff has led his tribe to victory in several battles against invaders, but prefers the way peace, unless it involves making peace with with lycanthropes, with very few exceptions. He prefers to wander the plains and forests hunting lycanthropes in all their forms.
Cazic 03-15-05, 04:08 AM	Ummmm. Sssargoth. Your Lupin and my Kinsmir should probably never meat and if your tribe ever goes to his homeland I warn you now BRING A ARMY! :D but on a serious note. Glad to see people are talking and does your lupin hate ALL Lycanthropes or just wolves?
Sssargoth 03-15-05, 11:28 AM	Ummmm. Sssargoth. Your Lupin and my Kinsmir should probably never meat and if your tribe ever goes to his homeland I warn you now BRING A ARMY! :D He is an army. :P but on a serious note. Glad to see people are talking and does your lupin hate ALL Lycanthropes or just wolves? He distrusts all lycanthropes as a general rule, but will gitve them a chane to prove themselves...unless they are a werewolf, which he attacks on sight.
Cazic 03-15-05, 02:40 PM	He is an army. :P Could he take on a whole nation of Lycanthropes, Kinsmir, and a Goddess? He distrusts all lycanthropes as a general rule, but will gitve them a chane to prove themselves...unless they are a werewolf, which he attacks on sight. I say again. Your Lupin and my Kinsmir must never meet. My Kinsmir is a Werewolf-Kinsmir.
Sssargoth 03-15-05, 03:16 PM	Could he take on a whole nation of Lycanthropes, Kinsmir, and a Goddess? Not yet, even with the tactics of a bowman charger. I say again. Your Lupin and my Kinsmir must never meet. My Kinsmir is a Werewolf-Kinsmir. Unless your charicter saves his life, you have a good point. He is a firm believer that Lupis were once werewolves that cast off the caos of their monthly transformations, and subsiquent killing sprees. ;)
Cazic 03-15-05, 08:48 PM	Unless your charicter saves his life, you have a good point. He is a firm believer that Lupis were once werewolves that cast off the chaos of their monthly transformations, and subsiquent killing sprees. ;) Hmmmmm. Then mabye we can get along since most of the people in Granis's homeland can easly cotrol their forms and the "subsiquent killing sprees" are NOT a liked thing. I have read about the Lupins and their culture is simmilar to those of the Lycanthropes nation. Both humt, both have stong ties to family and honor. The main thing that differs is climat they live in (Lycanthrope nation is mostly one BIG forest) and what is hunted. Lupins hunt Werewolves and sometimes the other kinds to, but the nation hunt Vampires mostly.