Description
You look upon a furry, feline fellow of about 5 feet and 8 inches.
He has a pair of tired, feline eyes and a pointed furry nose. Where his fur
thins and his pink skin shows, you can see it has become wrinkled like a
carpet and lost some of its color and health. Pointing slickly from his head
are two short, sharp ears that rotate separately as if scanning his
surroundings. Though he is clearly alert you have to wonder if the grey tips
aren't betraying some weakness his senses might be undergoing as he ages. His
once lithe, muscular form is still well rounded but the skin that once looked
youthful and attractive now clings thinly to his taught muscles. His fur has
not yet lost its color but it is definetly not as rich as it once was, a
mottled brown seems to be broken by theoccasional white hair. Where his
feline back curves down to a tail, you notice he bends slightly at a hunch so
that his body curves forward more than should be healthy.
Across his back is an old burn scar mingles in with the others made by
blades.
An old, pink wound has been opened up on his right paw. Its swirling
spiral pattern seems to throb visibly as you stare.
A number of small, painful puncture wounds have begun to cause the hair on
one side of his neck to fall out. Although, it looks as if he body may be
malting somewhat to begin with.
Role
Nanorab's dairy, first rite.
Added Tue Nov 28 11:43:56 2006 at level 51:
I like practice of rite. Make common butter. So I make dairy for put think
in. Welcome! Mreowr!
Uevre has teech me many thing. Like how Dance for live because some of day
dhaemr. Some of day die. It make me skared thinking of. But I live Balance as
if was living it self. With feeling and ways like man.
I meet felar who still have hate of Magik. Thay make sad that we not moving
on. Learning need lot of different view if survive in world. Mage made us
slave but was make us smart too. Was give us life and we urn soul of Magik.
In end, just trust if it different and new it going be good thing explore!
More different explore doing, better is for all. I sorry they still feel bad
for past. But that okay too, Magik is good good thing but is important have
old felar remind is danger. Is why can respect of all felar. No matter of way
looking at world.
I feel was change somewhere on way. Maybe when was learn Magik for self with
'Ffftt'. Maybe was when learn and feel of Uevre inside, thank to Bond. Or
best of moment in life when Uevre Iunna show me I was do good getting over
fear. Good at teaching of Flame. I so proud of self. But I proud of being
different guy. No so much free because I need keep of opinion self. Maybe
because I guard of different view, is find more important hide own thought.
Then, I hide from them. Then I hide from World. I scared of new thing now.
That I try Balance self too much and forget is imbalance that make person who
is. I like be bit crazy, much fire in heart. I think as long stay close flame
in heart, I safe. I no want become cold, like Guardian. Or Abolisher. Life is
serious and that why important look at all can in fun way.
I dance backwards and keep eye on Life. I trust friend no let me fall on way
to end.
Nanorab and the Balance.
Added Mon Nov 6 09:03:50 2006 at level 51:
Nanorab and the Balance.
They say that the Balance is never truly obtained, it is only an ideal that
can be maintained. Nanorab has seen the challenge and taken it by the horns
with both paws.
The sense in keeping things equal has been clear since he was younger. Like
his gangs and his competitive nature inside of such organisations, there
always had to be a balance maintained to keep the delicate diplomatic balance
that prevented him being killed. A gang could subsist from a small town by
simply bullying but unless they performed enough service for their victims to
justify giving them money over hiring someone to sort them out it would end
badly. Like a family living from a fruit tree, you can only have so many eat
the fruit. Too few, and the tree becomes unhealthy with its rotting, uneaten
fruit seeping into its roots. The tree would decay, and eventually die. Too
many and the people die instead. They need their fruit, and gleaming the tree
of too much would leave them destitute. Life is a struggle to balance all
forces and the World at large is no different. Nanorab sees this. He sees its
truth. And now he fights willingly for it.
Let the thrills of the knife-dance commence!
Rational thought meets passionate madness.
Added Fri Oct 20 05:50:40 2006 at level 7:
In time, Nanorab made amends for his wrongs. He joined the guild from which
he had taken much, and performed a few short years service to pay them. The
old felar died shortly after but not before he had imparted his wisdom to
Nanorab. There are no felar priests as the race lacks any kind of ability to
understand and connect with the Gods. Yet they have their thinkers, their old
thoughtfuls. Nanorab would have likely reverted to his insane, rampant self
but before he was given a chance the man gave him a true look at his life. He
showed Nanorab that he had nothing to live for if he went this way. Nothing
that would bring him true happiness. Every moment he fought for troubles
sake, he brought himself closer to an unhappy, pointless death. What really
made him feel good about himself? Was it the extortion? The pushing about his
supposed friends? Abusing people? Inconveniencing random fela?
No. Nanorab loved the chase but to catch the mouse left him with only a
mouse. There was something there, in that middle somewhere, that made him
feel alive. The old man talked on and on, as old folk do, about thinking for
the community. Why did Nanorab not become a leader among Felar. Why did he
not end crime in this sorry town and bring hope and peace to his people? So
many had the passion and energy required but none had the vision or ability.
The old man spoke of how the Felar had grown only to find them as lost and
feral as they had always been. Nanorab stopped listening after that, for his
mind had already found what it wanted. The old felar would likely have been
unhappy with what Nanorab eventually decided but on the bright side he would
stop abusing the other felar. Mostly.
The beginning - A wasted youth in Blackclaw.
Added Fri Oct 20 05:48:37 2006 at level 7:
Nanorab was once an unruly and violent teenager. Rampantly applying what he
saw and stole from the codex of the Assassins guild (mostly from the pretty
pictures, missing much of the philosophy) he would parade around in gangs
with other felar and apply his stolen techniques to torture and bully other
packs. He truly was a bastard and thought himself unstoppable. So naturally,
fate gave him a kick in the hind-section.
One of Nanorab's gangs many duties, as a group of thugs, was to extort local
businesses for supplies. Under the classic guise of 'protection' they would
make threats and hamper business until the chosen target paid for them to
ensure no trouble was made. Blackclaw was not a big place, and where packs
roam causing trouble only bars and guilds could safely operate. This bar was
owned by Kat-Thrahn, and although he was wise enough to hire some very hefty
bouncers there is little anyone can do against superior numbers. He had
ordered his bouncers to barricade the doors and was shouting abuse through a
small window that had been smashed. Content to wait him out, Nanorab watched
from across the street. He could take him, he knew it. Just had to get
inside. Hmmmm.
The alleys in Blackclaw are small and sharp, the ramshackle buildings often
don't last long and its always safer not to rely on your neighbours for
support. Be it structural or otherwise. It didn't take Nanorab more than a
few minutes to find an appropriate climbing point and scale the Bar's
neighbour. Leaping onto the roof, he found the trapdoor and quietly eased it
open. With the shouting and rattling out front no one should hear him take
the Bar owner hostage. His claws were unpadded but he was careful not to
scrap the floorboards as he sought the stairs. It was as he was cat-walking
about in the late afternoon light that there was the sound of breaking glass
downstairs and a sudden flickering light appeared beneath the stairwell.
Several 'whoomfs!' later and there was more breaking glass and a much
brighter glare. Nanorab leant over curiously and saw the bouncers hurriedly
removing the barrier. It was the flames he noticed next. It looked as if it
had started on the bar counter and spread along the shelves where brandy and
rum had been disturbed enough to fall and crack open. The shelf was weakening
now and more bottles began to fall down. Some would dampen the flames with
their contents, the flame growing dark before it hissed out of existence. The
more dangerous one's were bursting into balls of fire that filled the air
with more heat and caused the flames to climb higher against the walls. Smoke
was starting to curl from under all the boards and Nanorab felt something he
hadn't felt in a long time. Genuine fear and panic. He scrabbled for the
trapdoor, trying to find it again where the smoke was marring his view of the
ceiling. His claws scraped across the boarded roof, trying to grapple with
anything that could be there! Minutes slipped by and the window looked more
and more tempting. As the heat began to make Nanorab sweat and shake
uncontrollably, he gave in and began to stride toward the window to make a
leap for his life. A floorboard beneath his paw creaked, then shattered and
all went black.
Sometime later, Nanorab opened his eyes and try