Description
A dark skinned aging human stand here before you. The first thing you notice
are his eyes, which are a piercingly prestine blue, that sprout small
wrinkles at the corners. His eyebrows, gray streaked brown, are thin and
almost look meticulously groomed. His nose is not large, but not small, and
seems to be just slightly crooked to one side as if it has healed improperly.
His lips don't appear too large or too small, they just seem to fit his face
accordingly. All these things come together to form a relatively unnoticable
man, his eyes being the only thing that really stands out, and yet he almost
appears to be relatively weathered. His skin, drawn tight over high cheek
bones, is darkened from the sun and shows occasional scars of what some would
consider a hard life. His whitening once brown hair is well groomed, though
frayed as if he truly doesn't have enough of an opertunity to properly care
for it. His muscles are lean and his shoulders wide giving him the appearance
of enduring strength. His cloths look to be properly cared for and as you
look at them further you notice that..
Role
New service.
Added Wed Apr 11 10:35:58 2007 at level 51:
I have been pushed forth roughly by the lich, I had hoped I would be ready
for such a monumental occasion if it indeed did arise, but now I realize none
could ever be ready for the lawless ferocity that is the wilds. At times as I
march with as much resolute stoicity as I can summon to myself, next to my
two trusted enforcers, I find myself almost drowning in the complications and
risks at the heights I have found. To think, a lonely beaten desert urchin
would find himself enforcing the true letter of the law for the blood
tribunal, as vindicator himself! I am often taken aback by this and have to
catch myself before I let such pride flow over me that it affects my civility
and leaves me thinking I am greater then that lowly locked away urchin I have
always been at heart. I also catch great emotions rising out of me, perhaps
it is old age or senility, I do not know, but I do know that I must continue
hold the majority of these overpowering feelings at bay, I must hold onto my
civility. To think that an aspiring magistrate could walk into the hall of
the vindicator to see it reduced to a mass of splinters and rubble because of
my rage, or even come upon one whom holds a station that they admire and find
him weeping like a helpless babe. Utterly ridiculous to even attempt to
ponder and comprehend, I know, and yet with all that has transpired in my
small existence and short life I find such things pushing upon my very soul.
Ah.. my soul, I had not even begun to think that perhaps it is the very
cursed blessings of the pit fiends, or perhaps the collection of tortured
souls writhing within Bane that afflict me. I will never know, but I am
troubled. Of course though I shall hold all these things within, hold them at
bay, I Must show the spire and all those that would think to run rampant my
strength and the very unbending strength of the letter of the law.
Riding the waves of law.
Added Sat Mar 10 15:32:43 2007 at level 36:
It seems that life truly is a procession of highs and lows, ups and downs,
glory and mistakes. I have learned this as all must learn, through simple
trial and error. Rising within the ranks of the spire so quickly, I found
myself in the prized city of Thera, Galadon. Utterly exited I let the new
found power and duty flow into me, falling deeply into the grandiose
exercises of the law, falling deeply into my past time self appointed duty of
collected pieces of others so that I be a force within the protected cities
and show the vagrants that they must truly fear breaking the laws. To many
steps, too much haste, and I found myself tricked by a drow. It should be
expected I suppose, they are the most deceptive of the peoples of Thera, or
so the books have stated time and again, also some of the most feared. Of
course I immediately went to the Provost and stated what had happened and
asked to be punished accordingly, if not severely. I quickly found myself in
the far off city of the Empress, Seantryn Modan, and here I was willingly to
stay for all of my time serving the blood, if need be.
But alas, it was not to be so, it seems fate had more and more lessons to
teach me. I was enraged with myself for my former mistakes, enraged with
myself for trusting even slightly in a dark-elf, and enraged for letting
myself be so completely misled. Ah, for my anger at myself, and at life
itself, this is what led to rather decidedly interesting circumstances. I
found myself upon the heights, one must realize that the higher you walk the
further you will fall, when and if you do fall. Here I let my rage manifest
itself upon a fickle creature, one that was possibly walking with a rather
rude dwarf of the spire. I lay into him, the hells must have howled for the
wrath that was present at this juncture in my life. I was surprised, though
subconsciously I expected to be assaulted by this individual, he does not
seem to understand what the spire truly stands for. The assault upon my
person by an individual I was supposed to stand beside was brought to the
highest authority present. And to be punished once more I was, it seems
though that fate had a trick up her sleeve. Toramok and I both were moved to
watch the far off city of Seantryn Modan, it seems though that the Provincial
didnt realize I was already watching said city, and I was assigned to it
again, he stating that once my penance was served I would be back within
Galadon. I was instantly overcome with a strange sense of sickening self
worth, I had just, without truly doing anything, found myself flowing through
the hierarchy of the laws. Twisting the punishment so suddenly I was back at
my assigned post of the most glorious city of Galadon. What a tricky
mistress, fate.
Trust.
Added Tue Feb 20 20:49:20 2007 at level 29:
Ah, life. I find myself enjoying odd things from time to time, for instance
I have reveled in the actions of an individual even though they were terribly
against the laws that keep civility within the cities. The cities which I am
sworn to protect yet find myself at the ends of the spectrum. I shall never
walk away from this for there must be an antithesis to the vagrant wild men,
but at times I find myself utterly bored, and this can be instantly changed.
I continually am amazed by this, the thought of it is even to still the
boredom of even the lengthiest watch. Does this make me wrong? This lust for
the heat of combat. Even if I am merely watching it and making life and death
judgements? Is there a right and wrong, aside from the decorum? Does it even
matter? I do not know, I only know that I have found myself here for a reason
and I shall continue on whether it is history or belief that drives me, it
drives me all the same. I have also begun to truly find a twisted sort of
enjoyment out of being far too polite and wickedly righteous to those that
would speak down to me as if I were some common murderous guild member.
Slowly they begin to grudgingly question their initial appraisal of me.
Slowly they find themselves admiring me in all of my different faculties.
Slowly, I have even noticed, some of them begin to trust me. Fools, they know
nothing of me, nothing of the lengths I will go to. Nothing of the ends! I
shall continue as I have been, let my enemies gain respect, let them even
consider me friend. The laws of the cities shall spread further and further,
there shall be a semblance of order!!
Growth and learning.
Added Sat Feb 10 02:56:36 2007 at level 21:
Or perhaps my birth was when I stole my way away from this burning freezing
wasteland and into a city, though I did not even know what it was called or
what it represented at the time. I remember slinking about as timid as any
small defenseless creature, steeling sights and sounds and learning so very
much for so long. For days I would sit with only dried rat meet and a small
supply of water above the library, and the places that I learned to be called
guildhalls. One in particular entranced me, for it was relatively easy to
enter without much chance of being caught. I still study within to this day,
but I am a well established member now instead of a mere starving vagabond.
Oh how I loved this, not only thrill of likely risking my life to sneak in to
watch as these men could cause pain with simple words! I believe sitting
there in the dark rafters of the guild sneaking glimpses at what they studied
and held, watching as they tested their forbidden mantras, watching as they
learned how to even steal another mans very soul to empower themselves, I
think this is the first time I smiled. And as I think back on it, it was not
figuring out for myself the stolen powers and skills to hurt another human
being, no no, far from, it was in fact I believe the simple pursuit of
knowledge that truly drove my spirit, learning more and more of what I did
not know! Ah how I will miss sneaking about from library to guildhall,
stealing books to know more only to replace them for I had no where to keep
them nor did I wish to carry them. Stealing into places that were guarded to
know more.. always to know more and more and more. This drove me for many
years until I was nearly an adult, and even then I continued my ways, though
sneaking about was harder then before with my new found size and strength. Ah
these days, how they will forever hold a cherished spot in my most fond
memories, not that I have truly that many.
It was sometime after I began to have trouble shifting from hiding place to
hiding place that I finally realized a few things. I realized that I would
have to become a member of this society and likely one of these halls of
study if I wished to continue learning as I have been, to even learn more of
the carefully guarded secrets of the halls. I also realized that something
was growing in me. At the time I thought it only perhaps a wish to fit in, to
be a part of something grander then myself and to make a name of legend for
myself, for I did after all come from nothing but a dark dripping hole. Now
though, years later I tend to come to the sudden realization from time to
time that it was something of a suppressed instinct to create something of
stability around me, something of stability that I can put my feet up upon to
rest them and be known. Of course this makes perfect sense to me now, for I
was locked away and hidden from everything even the light of day until who
knows how old I may have been. Then as my first breaths of fresh air were
taken I was pushed from the only entity that I have ever known and left for
what I assume was dead in the midst of an utterly barren wasteland. This
would wreck havoc on any souls sensibility of self worth. And of course, this
led me down a strange road and mixture of knowledge and power and.. law. I
had no justice as
Death brings a semblance of life.
Added Sat Feb 10 02:54:53 2007 at level 21:
Woe is fate, the endlessly driven entity of viciously circular agony that it
is. And woe is Nuloh, for I the being known as Nuloh have been a subsequent
center for this cruel entertainment from the day I was born. I do not
remember my truly early years of course, any that does is either truly
blessed or truly cursed, but I do know that my birth was my mothers death and
my fathers hate. The earliest memories are those of a dark room constantly
filled with the soft half echoes resulting from endlessly dripping water
leaks. This time I could not measure for I was not subject to the permission
of knowing what time even was, I only know that it stretched almost endlessly
and brought about a kind of stirring madness within me. And yet, when the
door was open to give me food I would rejoice and be tormented at the same
time, until of course the door was open to bring me out on that day when
things changed and life began. Was I truly born on that day, or was I born
later?
Tossed from the back of the carriage I only had a last fleeting glimpse of my
fathers bearded face as he pulled back the curtains to shroud himself from
the glaring sun. Of course I felt a certain elation at the freedom of this
endless place and the texture of what I would later learn to be sand below my
now bruised palms as I sat and watched the wagon roll away into the endless
wasteland. Those first few days and nights will haunt me eternally.
Or was I born finally as I found out how to survive in the wasteland that
seemed to seethe with unkempt hot burning rage at day and draw away into an
utterly solitary chilling blackness during the night? When I finally learned
how to siphon life stretching water from the cacti and take the sustenance I
needed from quickly crawling insects and rodents. This existence seemed to
stretch almost endlessly as well, though as before I still had no knowledge
of this thing called time, nor most other simple things for that matter. And
still I survived, somehow, someway, and for a decent amount of time, or so it
seemed.