Description
This white haired woman is the absolute embodiment of serenity. She is barely
five and a half feet tall with frigid black eyes with well-aged features. Her
aristocratic face is beautiful with high cheekbones and fine red lips. Her
body and limbs remain supple and while lightly tanned and freckled, show
little evidence of their advanced years. Her hands are delicate, slightly
wrinkled, and stained with ink. Her gait is smooth and precise, an unshakable
calmness and determination are evident in her movements. A soft whiff of rot
mingles with her flowery scent.
Role
The Path Darkens: Life, Death, and Unlife
Added Wed Sep 21 00:12:35 2005 at level 47:
Death has been a constant fixture in my life. It began with my ibius,
Routzar, and has spread to encompass myself, my victims, and my allies with
its intoxicating yet intimidating clout. I've met my own end several times
now and each time it tastes of bitter ashes and inspires fear for my own
mortality. I do not want to meet the end.
However at the same time I have dealt death to the enemies of Order and
others with great relish and with every life struck down by my hand I feel a
growing sense of power welling up within me. I find myself looking forward to
the entry of chaotic forces into my cities so that I might find opportunity
to serve and execute their warrants. I find myself caring less and less about
my musings regarding my slaughter. Is it chaotic? Perhaps, but it is
necessary. My ideals are noble and for the betterment of civilization and the
world and those who impede me deserve to be crushed under foot.
In order to aid in this and preserve my own life I've decided to pursue the
Becomming and dare the dark rites necessary to move into a more permanent
existence and one that shall strike terror into my foes. It is with great
trepidation that I approach the High Saamni of Arboria for the task, for he
is rumored to be both dangerously insane and sadistic... but also very
successful. I have no doubt that in the end there will be naught but
darkness, but it is an end that I will put off for as long as I am able.
A Petty Conflict: A Flaring Hatred
Added Tue Sep 6 22:25:03 2005 at level 36:
I have always thought myself above such petty concerns as personal vengeance.
I thought I was above hatred. However much it shames and frightens me to
acknowledge it, I was wrong.
The drekna that inspires this passion is called Sylentia. I can barely stand
the sight of her. She has killed me twice now and I hunger to see her brought
low. The irritation goes beyond my own demise though, as she lords it over me
with an arrogance that would shame an astra.
This is a battlefield is one where I had thought the fight decided and over.
Obsession is the beginning of the road to chaos mine is heated with
passionate flames. A new perspective is needed if something as insignificant
as one person can inspire these feelings within me. Something within me
chafes at this thought and that alone strengthens my resolve to purge these
dangerous impulses from my mind. Logic and Order will always prevail and I
hope that I soon be at peace once more.
The Blood Tribunal: A Greater Role in the Greater War
Added Tue Sep 6 22:23:21 2005 at level 36:
Perhaps I did so in arrogance, perhaps I thought my life did matter, but for
better or worse it is now done. I've enlisted in the Blood Tribunal and am a
magistrate of Seantryn Modan. It seemed so simple before I witnessed the
chaotic reality of city life. In the temple everything is regulated, we eat
at the proper time, we pray when it is time to pray, we work when it is time
to work. In the city there is no schedule, there is no order. You never know
for a certainty what anyone is doing. Worse, the unthinkable in the temple is
the grim reality of the city. Murder and theft are common place as the forces
of chaos run rampant through the streets.
I joined the tribunal to bring some of the peace and order of my home to the
city by enforcing the sensible but lax laws of the Tribunal authority. I have
been fortunate in that Seantryn is more peaceful than the other cities under
the Tribunal watch, there are few disturbances and generally the people who
live here are honest and lead an orderly life. It is when I visit the other
cities that I begin to wonder if I alone am enough. Perhaps one day I, and
the Tribunal can be. The chaotic forces do not fear reprisal from the law and
at times I think about the lengths that I would go to in order to make the
chaos recognize and respect the Tribunal authority.
The battle for dominance between Order and Chaos, Creation and Destruction is
ongoing. I know that the Blood Tribunal is only a small part of a greater
whole, the same as my home in the Temple, and the same as the thoughts within
my own head. My heart is ever hopeful that the day will come when I need
fight no more, but my mind knows that day will be long in coming.
The Power of Death: My First Kill
Added Tue Sep 6 22:21:37 2005 at level 36:
There are many foreign things to be found in the wide lands beyond the city
and the red sands, but much is still the same. People are still the same.
Their motivations and desires, petty conflicts and idiocy, the manifestations
may change but in the end it is all the same. The greater war, the only true
war, remains unchanging with the forces of creation and order battling chaos
and destruction.
I have spilled my first blood now. The orc, Orump, has fallen to the combined
power of myself and another. Who the other was does not matter to me. The
orcs death was necessary as he was beyond reproach and sought my own demise.
the moment of the orcs death was unspeakable, feeling the power of
death was an experience that I shall never forget. It was seductive and
intoxicating and a power that inspires urges that I must control.
I look forward to the day when the next will die to my hand and I must fight
the urge to wantonly seek it out. I recognize the temptation to follow the
path of chaos and I will not destroy myself by walking it. I do not know why
I feel this way, is it something that has sprung forth from my new teachers
lessons, or perhaps an evil from the book has taken residence inside me. I do
not know, and I am fearful. I will not loose myself to chaos, I will not!
Entry into the Guild: My 18th Birthday
Added Tue Sep 6 22:20:33 2005 at level 36:
I left on the heels of the setting sun for the great library of Hamsah
Mu'tazz. I thought perhaps I might find some answers there and indeed, a way
has shown itself to me. The librarian did not know the glyphs when I showed
them to her and neither did she know any who might. It was quite obvious when
she bid me look into the stacks that she thought my quest quite hopeless.
For a time my search was quite fruitless, but patience always has its
rewards. I stayed long into the night and it was shortly after the moon began
to fall that he found me. A mysterious man wearing a dark cloak and a hood
that obscured his face happened upon me and offered his aid in my search. I
showed him the glyphs and he instantly seemed to know what they were. He
asked me where I had seen them and I confided that I had come into possession
of an old book that bore them upon its cover. Upon hearing my confession his
eyes gleamed with a malevolent light, I could not trust him. He wanted the
book, and I think he would kill me to take it.
He told me then that the grimoire was Sekhtan-Rah's 'Book of the Dead' and
that he would be happy to reveal its secrets to me should I bring it to him.
I declined and he smiled gruesomely at me. 'So be it then, but you know where
to find me if ever you should change your mind.' He vanished then but soon
after I could feel eyes upon my back and I left the city with haste. I ran
home to the temple and tried to put the confrontation out of mind.
It would not leave me and the book became a hot coal beneath my mattress. A
week later found me back in the city with a copy of the book's first page. I
found the dark man within a dark mausoleum and we reached an agreement. I
would bring him sections of the book and he would teach me how to read them.
A renewed sense of purpose fills me and I feel that with the power of this
forbidden text in my hands, I could make a true difference in our Order's
fight against chaos. I must be prudent and careful in its use, but the
possibilities make me think crazy thoughts. Perhaps there is still hope that
I may see my beloved brother again in this life. Some of the rituals within
this book make my stomach churn, but the allure of the power is undeniable. I
must read this book and take its power for my own, for good of the world, and
for my brother. I will have the power to make my mother proud... and make my
brother live the life that was so cruelly ripped from him.
Kaazra's Beginnings: An Impartial View
Added Tue Sep 6 22:18:44 2005 at level 36:
Kaazra Shaheen was the second-born child of Urvana, a priestess of the Red
Sands. Her father, Akbar, has been largely absent in her life and is a tribal
hunter who lives in the nomadic village at the end of the Caravan Road. She
spent her early childhood in the temple of the sands with her mother and her
older brother, Routzar. Her early years were quite happy and peaceful, but
everything changed when Routzar came of age. Her beloved brother died upon
the horns of a duskhorn during the tribal rite of manhood at the tender age
of 13. It was Kaazras first major trauma and it left a wound that would stay
with her forever.
All her life Kaazra had been taught that anything was possible if one had an
orderly and patient mind. The loss of her brother cut her deeply and so she
began to search, if not for a way to bring her brother back then at least a
way to overcome the pain of his death. It was barely a month after Routzar's
death that Kaazra unwittingly stumbled upon a curious object that would
eventually lead her down a treacherous path. A path that when discovered
would rekindle false hope for Routzar, but a hope that she would cling to for
many years to come.
On the day of the Moon, 20 days after Routzars funeral rites, and beneath
the gaze of the setting sun, Kaazra snuck into the elder's tent and after
some searching found a most curious tome. The leather-bound grimoire seemed
to call out to her and she took it from the shelf without thought or
consideration. The black leather of the cover was covered with ancient glyphs
beneath a worn mosaic of an asp, another ominous sign ignored. Taking the
book was and has been the most impulsive action in her life and it changed
her forever.
Upon her return home she memorized the glyphs upon the cover and hid the book
beneath her bed. The book would keep until she found a way to decipher it.
The ramifications of her theft hit her now that she had the grimoire, and
after careful consideration Kaazra did not dare to return it. Time passed,
the days turned into months, and the months into years. Lessons of etiquette,
reading, and writing were replaced by histories, magic, and priesthood. The
arcane fascinated Kaazra and she was the most gifted magical student in the
temple.
Time and her mother eased the pain of her brother's passing and while the
book passed out of thought it was never forgotten.
________ Kaazra's Title Lexicon __________
Added Tue Sep 6 22:17:01 2005 at level 36:
Soleen - honored one
Astra - divinity
Drekna - despised one
Gorthu - companion or comrad
Qort - stupid one or fool
Targna - pest
Vernil - welcome one
Lahor - laborer
Sinthar - servant
Rogul - rogue
Torus - hunter
Waklar - wanderer
Maji - mage
Brutla- warrior/brute
Saamni priest
Opti - officer
Goona - weak one or prey
Ortis - odd one
Zoulan - stranger or unknown one
Maman - mother
Aban - father
Ibma - daughter
Ibius - son
Balma - healer
Lumnor - teacher
Fraat - student
Corfus living dead
Salxman merchant
Nestu mercenary
Hagris wildman/savage (outlander)