Description
Before you stands a slender man covered in feathers, you can make out his
yellow eyes gazing at you through tufts of feathers which are now somewhat
blackened by scorchings from fire or acid and his small beak makes you
certain of his Arial heritage.. His wings seem only to flap infrequently as
if he does not need them to levitate, yet you do notice that they are well
kept. His hands has long nails almost talon like, are clearly visible under
the long sleeves of his robe, which seem to erupt in flame and drip acid from
time to time. As you gaze further upon his body you are sure you can see
small ripples of lighting follow his feathers yet he seems unaffected by
them, perhaps even enjoying them.
Role
history.
Added Sat Mar 26 17:46:45 2005 at level 6:
While being born in the Arial city my family moved to the city of seantryn
Moedan to accommodate my father which tutored young students whom wished entry
into the Tower of sorcery there. While he was no guildmaster he was skilled
enough to train the ones that wanted to join the guild and give them a slight
edge on other students. Though my fathers way of using the students soon
became apparent when he held them longer and punished the skilled ones so
they would not leave his "grasp" so to speak. His taste for gold was soon his
bane as one of the Lords children where one of his students and my father as
usual attempted to exploit his riches. Though my father did not expect the
lords wrath to be so quick, and so so deadly. My father meet a dark end at
the end of a poisonous dagger. Leaving me and my mother to fend for our
selfs. It was then I realized to get out of the pit I was in I would have to
exploit every opportunity I could to sustain myself. While thievery was not
one of my skills I made use of my ability to fly in a city where people had
no wings. Soon I had enough means to join the guild of the invokers. What I
considered the guild that had the most power, soon I to would learn how to
strike fear and intimidate my foes, and one day my revenge would be unleashed
upon the fool that slayed my father. Even though I had no great love for my
father, I still would not allow such an act to go unpunished. But the time
for revenge would have to wait, I would have to become a master of my art.
And in trying to do so, I would have to seek out them that called them selfs
the most powerful of mages.
Truth and learning of the Eternal night.
Added Thu Apr 7 15:01:10 2005 at level 18:
After having traveled in many regions I have seen and experienced much of
magics and meet many deceptive people of all races. I have found that their
weakness lies in their lies, they no longer understand the reality of the
world. In their clouded view they have lost the perception that was given to
them by the gods them selfs. In a web of lies their words loose their meaning
and results in meaningless blabbler. It could perhaps be perceived as
gibberish. While I would never blatantly lie, I would not always offer all of
the tale, as there is no reason to. Why would one tell ones foes or even
allies the whole of things. Its after all not my duty to enlighten the
ignorant and more to the point, I am no priest or preacher.
Ive found that while traveling Ive meet so many people that want my life Ive
become somewhat paranoid, and even while I have immersed myself in my spells
they have struck at me. Thinking me defenseless, though they underestimate
the means a young mage can utilize to hunt the now seemingly strong warriors.
And Ive found that exploiting that weakness and strengthening others by
cunningly letting them know where to find my foes, and even at the extent of
showing them some of the way have let my foes be more wary of striking out at
me. The common mistake of the ignorant are that a mages power lies soly in
his spells, I intend to show them the error of their ways. Though it might
take more time than I first had thought as the complexity of the spells my
guild teaches takes time to gain insight into.
I have also learn't more of the ones that call them selfs the mightiest mages
of Thera, they call them selfs Scions of the eternal night. Their goal is to
open a great portal to unleash ancient beings and magics to the world and
gain dominance over the weaker races. Opening these portals they speak of
seems to strengthen many of them, which would suit me quite well. The
enlightenment I might gain there would be worthwhile pursuing. Though I must
be wary of the deceptive nature of some of the Scions it seems. But it is as
with all things, one must be constantly aware or one will easily fall pray to
an opportunistic foe. After all even I would do so if I found it worthwhile.
my own guild and how I obtained it.
Added Fri Apr 8 18:45:03 2005 at level 21:
After traveling with two warriors of some skill, we found easy pray within a
village called Akan. After a while the villagers started to rally against us,
and the captain started to summon his guards. However after we took their
children hostage he quickly quited down, but as a fool of a warrior managed
to put a blade to far up a child's ribs. The child died and we lost our
leverage. However as I took control of the situation I managed to strike a
deal with the captain, to make him give me the old invokers guild, and turn
over the magics that once where there. But it turned out they had no magics
and attempted to gather forces to drive us out. We managed to foil their
plans as I saw through the captains petty lies. And we let the villagers
think we had left the village, and as they started cheering, we returned only
to slay all the guards which where now trying to return to their posts. And
finally we approached the captain whom then begged for his life, and as I
summoned a great bolt of ice when he was lying in his own blood I whispered
now you have nothing to bargain with, not even your life captain. And his
body froze his eyes still open, but the blood no longer trickling, we could
hear the sighs of the villagers and ensuing shouts as we put an end to
severals opposition.
And now I consider myself the new guildmaster in the village of Akan, as the
dwarfs now fear my power. I must now find a competent apprentice to protect
my guild where I can tutor hopeful students and influence their ways.
Interesting happenings and seeking the Mages.
Added Mon Apr 18 09:48:24 2005 at level 30:
Being more skilled in the ways of combat and spells I have found new
intriguing ways to use my cunning. Never telling the truth fully has gotten
me far, though I would never lie, I am sure my allies wonder what I mean
from time to time, as I am quite civil with anyone that seem reasonable. And
I must say its quite amusing that Imperials seek to travel with me even
though I have slayed several of them. But its a system I can exploit, their
knowledge is apparently not passed down in their own sects even, quite
amusing. Even the shadows seek my company from time to time. Aside from that
my progress has been slow but steady, even at times quite amusing, bantering
with fellow mages about what spell is the most appropriate and its true
affects on a foe. I can only say that few of them would survive true combat
with a mage that has some insight into the spells my guild provides. My time
has come to approach the Scion fold though I am unsure of whom to approach as
their former chancellor now has left to burn in the eternal fires of
creation. Their knowledge of torturing and crippling their victims is as far
as I know unsurpassed, and becoming one of them would surely boast my own
strength and knowledge.
Scion and my goals.
Added Fri Apr 29 13:39:28 2005 at level 37:
After having pleased Muuloc, Sculpture of Carnage with a blood sacrifice, and
sufficiently impressing him with my knowledge. And after a great rite where I
was shown an impressive array of torture and sacrifice. I was allowed to
enter the Scion fold, In this place I will "evolve", my strength will be
increased, however it is I that must control my future. I will make my own
plans, though heed what is told to me for now. And I have noticed that I to
must gain mastery of some more spells before I can sacrifices more corpses to
the deities. I have started to weave my web, and already several are
threading at the strands I have left. I will let them wonder at what they are
doing, but I will make use of them I find suitable to reach my goals. I will
not be the one left behind to grovel at the feet of the coming hoard.
I have even thought about asking permission to "infiltrate" the imperial
ranks to study their lich, to learn how he siphons power from the corpses he
makes. And to study on how the becoming and the sickness ravages through his
body. Perhaps even I one day may become an Immortal being that can siphon
power from bodies. While not having an undead army I would have mastery of
the elements at my side, and wreaking havoc amongst the ones that would
oppose the path of the Scion fold.