Description
A hideous menagerie of flesh, hair and metal takes shape before your eyes.
Blazing orange hair, some in neat braids along long the lower lip and chin,
but mostly a disheveled mess that seems to grow wild on his juts out from
within the recesses of his horned helm. It stands well over twelve feet in
height, easily pacing a tall man by a good five feet. The blacked armor it
sports is marred by tell tale signs of numerous viscious battles.
Despite its overbearing size and hideous appearence there seems to be an
aura of detached indifference about this entity. He retains his menacing
demeanor, yet his wandering gaze never reflects any malice or ferocity.
You notice that his bare fore arms are covered in numerous runes that
seem to be etched not by ink or marking, but by his veins themselves.
You recognize some of the blood engorged sigils as the markings of the
White lion . As you continue to be perplexed by this curious being
you realize that...
Role
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Added Tue Apr 27 20:09:50 2004 at level 5:
The passing of Radickon marked the end of an era for the people of the
Volcano. The village elevated its ruler to the seat of Divine Sovereign,
a self appointed avatar of the Rampaging behemoth. The villages inhabitants
bowed down their collective heads in front of its new God. Over the years
its new god continues to force his mortal will upon people of the volcano,
its people serve without question some out of fear and others out of plain
ignorance. Blinded by fear and by propaganda, few over the years have shed
the coils of self imposed slavery and wandered off onto the vast face of
thera. Among those few walks an even stranger breed of giant, the one thera
will remember by the name Ghoderian, the conqueror.
Herein lie his thoughts, his hopes, and the story of his rise and fall.
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Added Tue Apr 27 20:10:32 2004 at level 5:
Like all things, even misery comes to end. My time among my poor misguided
kin has come to an end. I have made my escape from the clutches of the
Sovereign, Lord Rah no longer can deny me my greatness. For now I have
taken refuge in the dock city of Arkham. My time with Tohr gained me
sufficent faith and training to allow me acceptance into the guild
of shamans. Free of the confines of the Sovereign, I now can
choose to fulfill my life as I see it fit. The visions that have haunted
me since childhood, they will drive me to greatness. They will be my
legacy. Greatest Fist of thera, I do like the sound of that... Why yes
that I do. The mightiest anti-paladin to ever walk the face of thera,
I have seen the future, and I will see it through. Will the masses stand
in my way? Probably... Will not matter though... the greatest fist
shall not know defeat...I will see my visions through... I must.
The white lion shall be my guide and my legacy.