Description
An aged man of some definate curiousity stands before you. Many would
consider him unattractive, to say the least. Gleaming white hair is left in
disarray, as though he has no time to even brush it into place with his
fingers. A long hooked nose rests below eyes that are very unique, they
usually look to be a mix between lightblue and a golden yellow making a very
strange color, though this color shifts and changes occasionally only to
return quickly to its unnatural usual color. Pupils that look to be caught
halfway between animalistic slits and the normal circular human eyes are most
noticable when the light reflects off of the extraordinary hue. His lips,
thin to say the least, seem to move constantly as he appears to constantly
mumble to himself, far to lightly under his breath for any to hear. A very
thin sporatic coat of snowy white fur is seen growing in various places upon
the pale wrinkled skin that is not covered by dark robes, and what looks to
be small scales can be seen growing on and under his skin. Across the right
side of his timeworn face is what looks to be a rent, though it appears as if
the skin was merely sliced cleanly away and within the rent the flesh is
completely black A true absence of color. If you are lucky enough to see him
grin meniacally in glee you notice that his fangs are just barely longer than
a normal human, his ivory teeth gleaming, and a thin forked tongue can
occasionally be seen dancing slowly behind the feral teeth. The nails of his
fingertips look different as well, than the norm, having thickened ever so
slightly and to now grow into a small point just past the skin of his
fingertips. Many very interesting scares cover what skin you can see, scares
that seem to have been made from an assortment of tools perhaps, one in
particular stands out, a very old yet always oozing scar of what looks to be
long sharp teeth is imprinted upon his neck.
Role
The depths
Added Fri Mar 25 16:26:27 2005 at level 51:
As the cave walls seemed to loom closer and closer, the voices suddenly grew
violent and impossible to neglect. Hesitation pulled me to a stop, and those
that walked on all sides of me, those that seek true power asked questions
but they were still quite easily pushed aside. We had not found what was
sought, and the depths pressed on us, it was on our way out.. that I felt
something pull me.. to the side of this cavern, there.. many duergar loomed
on the path. So easily, the doors were opened.. the Altar, inside the taint
of evil was so strong and the voices howled.. the altar sat as though it
contemplated its next action. As I looked upon the altar, something.. took
over, I remember nothing but next.. standing within the tunnels.. so quickly
we left.. everything slides together and molds into one scene.. and I can no
longer differentiate what I sought to accomplish, what truly happened, and
what my nightmares showed..
A piece of me is, gone
Added Tue Feb 22 02:43:56 2005 at level 51:
***hastily scribbled words seem to mix with various symbols of discord***
I sink Deeply, I sink into something..
It drives me, calls me, whispers into my ears.... I hear
the voice, upon my skin it crawls
all things are difficult when the voice crawls
all things blur, actions I can not control
who's voice
it crawls
I feel.. torn, my mind, my thoughts.. torn
who's
VOICE!!!
.
Added Fri Jan 21 17:07:57 2005 at level 51:
***hasted scribling in a hand that is not sloppy cover this page and in
studying the pattern of script you can only assume that the one writing must
be quite.. insane***
Gone, he is gone, and what he has promised.. I have recieved, though he
planned not to give such to me I believe. The dreams have become stronger,
almost to the point of reality.. I feel as though sometime what I do in the
dreams IS reality, and when I awaken from such, it is vivid.. a true memory..
not a fading memory WHAT does This poiNT TO?!?
Something grows within me, I know not what it is, though its power has
manifested itself as an inner beauty for now, one of a reptilian nature..
though I strongly believe that this is only a beginning, as though it grows..
as though this power shows itself as a child.. Answers bring questions,
events bring theory, and ponderin brings.. perhaps my self impossed
destruction, I have NO choice BUT to DELVE deeper INTO myself is thi **the
rest of the page is lost in what appears to be a serious of angered
scribblings and random words**
something beyond the nightmares
Added Mon Dec 13 17:48:31 2004 at level 51:
***flipping through the pages farther, you find what appears to be a hastily
scribbled entry***
She has found my work to be impressive, and I have felt her touch.. it burns
my flesh and the pain is so intensely pleasurable I sometimes find myself
lost in such.
I start to gain standing within the fold, though I do so quietly, with much
manipulation and intrigue. And something else has arisen.. my dreams have
strengthened.. no longer are they mere fiendish nightmares, it seems they
have become something more.. not only have they strengthened they have some
reality to them.. and have taken strange twists, not just nightmares of
unholy deeds and blood and gore. I awake from time to time, physically
pained, bleeding, or lashed, I also see strange shadowed beasts in my
nighttime horrors.
I am interested in such greatly, for dreams tell much
***it seems there was some more written, but it is impossible to decipher and
is scribbled out as well***
A most interesting discovery.
Added Mon Dec 6 04:13:55 2004 at level 51:
***thin pieces of parchment are found folded and jammed within a small book
of the darkest blue***
No leads towards what I have felt have been found, though there are a few
more that need to be sought out and questioned.. one of the most prominent I
must find is the high grandmaster of shapeshifting that resides within the
tower of sorcery. My internal search and contemplations towards the feelings
of change and strengthening that I feel when bring forth the form of my inner
beauty has turned a strange corner indeed. It seems in my delving I have
broken down some barrier between the inner beauty, and my natural state. And
as to such, my natural state has been.. shifted.. this is the only true way I
can describe it. Thin hair covers much of my body, and my natural weapons
have become more prominent. There are also a few light feathers.. appearing
to be down, growing upon my upper apendiges. I also feel.. strangely more
attune to everything that is going on about me and to the magical eminations
coming from various things.. people included. I shall back away though..
from this internal study to attempt to find something to point my search in a
suitable direction.
joural entries-
Added Wed Dec 1 18:48:06 2004 at level 51:
A small thin book lies here, so dark blue that it appears black to one whom
does not pay attention to such small details;role +
*flipping through the journal, one page in particular catches your eye*
Day of Thunder, day 13 in the month of shadows
It seems that I have pleased my goddess quite a bit.. though I have not
impressed her yet, and such is for what I strive, such is what I Must
accomplish.. she must think that my work is great. There are things that I
think I have overlooked in the art, slight colorings and such in the skin,
and how the light glistens off of still sticky blood coated upon a canvas.
Day of the moon, day 2 in the month Ancient Darkness
Most pleasing, I have decided to join the fold.. for the black prophet of the
most beautiful one herself leads them.. and in such I shall gain strength,
knowledge, and the tools to please my goddess. There seem to be many of some
intellect inside the chasm, and those whom walk within its dark stone walls
are closer to the black radiance than most, for she guides the chosen.
Day of the Great Gods, day 14 in the month of Ancient Darkness
I have pleased her somewhat more I believe, she has chosen to consider me a
most aspiring artist in the true art. The black radiance has even spoken to
me, and seems to continue to do so.. I wish to feel her touch of ecstatic
pain again, I wish to feel her bite, I wish her fires to burn me and take me
To envolpe me is such beautifully ecstatic pain.
Writings and thoughts
Added Mon Oct 18 02:06:12 2004 at level 25:
Before you sits a small black book with midnight blue thorns imprinted along
its binding and across the face.
I have lost track of the days in my continuous search for answers It is
most interesting what I have stumbled upon in my thoughts as I have stumbled
from the center of this dark forest where a certain amount of semblance in my
journey has been foundA dark one, the gleamingly dark one has come to me
and to say the least.. well.. the conversation was not truly stimulating, but
her passion and the way she wished something is, I know not the word other
than pleasant, though it was unsettling how the meeting transpired it was
somewhat satisfying Is it not interesting how paths for one whom has no
path can be found, one whom has no truth and whose past is nothing but
nightmares, is it not.. what has happened to me, what haunts me, is what
guides my future
I believe those that raised me had such wrong though.. they seemed to
worship, but they attempted to destroy, and in doing such they did not notice
the true beauty of change, the true beauty of a certain recreation in the
destruction.. nothing they did destroyed.. it only changed, it only changed
me
The past
Added Fri Oct 15 02:18:47 2004 at level 25:
Nightmares, constant nightmares
Images of his mother and father beating him and his two brothers for, in his
mind, was no reason. Twisted and swirl with screams that sound as if they
are ripped out of his oldest brother as his father and mother torture him.
The one known as Akscereh would later be told by his mother that what
happened to his oldest brother was a rite of manhood and he had left to make
his way in the world once they finished the rites. The nightmarish dreams
seem to twist and blur and once again screams of pure agony are heard again
as Akscereh's other brother is put through what his mother called the rites.
Sudden blackness and the screams slowly fade away. He dreams of being older
to hear his brother's death cry and knowing that these "rites" that his
mother has assured him were a mere step towards being a man and finding a
life in a world outside this cleanly celler that has been his home are a lie.
Waking in cold sweat, the dreams fade as quickly as his drowseyness does at
the nighttime sounds. Such dreams have become common in his sleep, and
nothing is out of sorts as he wakes to go about whatever business needs to be
taken care of.