Description
The blank stare calm, though like an abyss, focusing on nothing but yet
seeing everything. Dark with eyes like a pair of black pearls, His lips, dark
as if the life has been sucked out of them, forms a wide grin from time to
time. A face like any other, disappearing in the crowd, his height greater
then an average mans yet it doesn't stand out in your mind. His hair black
and short, like crushed charcoal on a carpet of flour that is his white. Dark
robes cover his body, as dark the shadows in which he seems to slip into.
Looking once again at his face, you see no expression at all. Just a shadow
that covers his face, as pulls his hood over his head.
Role
The Task
Added Wed Oct 24 21:38:06 2007 at level 47:
Ive done it, Ive start on the path to becoming a Mummy. It was not very
hard to get to the Conservator, I gathered more then enough allies to do.
Amazing how people will do anything just for the interest in seeing what was
down in the tunnels. One would think they would second guess more,
considering the power I may gain in the end. The Conservator told me the seed
was within me, and that he will need several things to make the process
possible. A list of four objects; a string of fresh animal guts, a venomous
sac from a giant spider, an onyx carving engraved into a demonic visage, and
a length of blood encrusted chain once used to enslave its bearer.
The flesh, Onyx, and Shackles I have already gathered, it is the Venomous sac
that troubles me. I know of several yet none seem to match what I need. I
have a couple more places to check. But I fear I may have to seek advice from
a lord in the sky, before I find what I need.
A change of Heart
Added Sun Oct 21 06:43:30 2007 at level 47:
I can not stand to wait, I know the stronger path. But I do not wish to die
of old age waiting for that cleric to wake. I know I have not tried much, nor
do I want to deal with the one that everyone says is crazy anyways. I will
seek out the other path. I will seek the Tunnels, and the chance that I will
one day reach the end of my studies as a guild hero.
A place and a choice for the future
Added Sat Oct 20 19:27:10 2007 at level 47:
I did not find myself fitting into the role of a true Scion, or a lackey of
an Emperor, nor do I have the interest in becoming an Emperor, at least not
with my present plans. So I fight for myself, just for the joy I bring
myself. I however do hold somewhat good terms with both sides of the Scions
and Empire. Something I will need if I should be able to gain the Aid of the
undead cleric. I decided to see if I can wake that thing from a sleep to aid
me in what most call Liching. Shall I see no response, before I am too old, I
will venture down the Ghoul Tunnels, and seek to wrap myself in Bandages of a
mummy.
As far as I can go
Added Sat Oct 20 19:26:20 2007 at level 47:
It took time, it took effort, but finally I have reached what many know as
the last step I can take as a mortal. I reached the final step of teaching
that my brain can understand while I am consider alive. Oh the people I had
to use, the people I had to suck up to. The lies I told to get here, would
amaze so many. But that is the past now. Now I look to the future. I continue
to enjoy seeing death in the eyes of my prey. Prey that is harder to come by,
with all groupings of people it has become harder to find that lone sheep to
skin alive. I trust my magic, and from time to time it lands me with a warm
body that I can gain my pleasure from as I take the life from it.
Oh the Joy
Added Sat Aug 18 18:59:32 2007 at level 26:
Oh the joys I have seen, Ive seen the death of many, Ive caused a good
many. Oh how enjoyable it all is. My studies and attempts to gain power are
slow, slower then anyone can wish. I push on, and I find the pleasures in the
small moments I create, when I watch the life leave their eyes. I may have
been denied one such moment, by Lord Twist and his magic, but it was no more
then a set back, and a lesson to myself that not all things are a sure thing.
Ive heard and seen a small piece of a group of mages that interest me, The
Scions of Eternal Night. I do think I love what they seek and stand for, yet
I am not sure if it is what I truly seeking or where I might belong.
Walking in His foot Steps Backwards.
Added Sat Jul 14 15:17:28 2007 at level 10:
His role as a healer and a Magistrate took precedence over his role as my
father. The few hours a week he was not on duty and would promise to spend
with me were ever interrupted by emergencies requiring his abilities. Many
times I would be dragged along with him and when the victims were saved, my
father would spend periods of great length nursing the wounded back to a
health.While the ones he could not save filled me with joy because I could
return home with my father! But then my father was always depressed that he
was unable to save them, and as his mood darkened, so too was my joy snuffed
and replaced by cold anger and jealousy. I wanted no more than to have my
father know who I was. He neglected me for his duties, I fit in no where,
with no mother and a missing father, and I had no way to know how to interact
with others. It is why I hate my father, and why I have taken up the path of
the anti-thesis of my father.
Dead Mother, Missing Father, Love of death.
Added Sat Jul 7 16:10:07 2007 at level 1:
I've been told that my mother died giving birth to me, yet flashes of my
first memories are of her holding me, giving me a bath, in the bath that I
still use to this day. The real ending of her life is still a mystery to me,
and something I blame my father for.
Then there was my father, the loving, thoughtful, kind man, at least that's
what his fellow magistrates always told me he was. My father was a healer of
the Spire, he worked all the cities. If he was such a healer why was he not
there to heal my mother, of course he was away, he was always away on duty.
If he had been there she would not have died, a fact I've heard him mutter
to himself, when the pain was too much. This adds to the mystery was I know
he was at my birth, others told me so.
I've seen death, Ive witnessed the life leave someones eyes. It's
this moment in time my father hates, and that that I found joy in.