Description
A massive man seemingly floats on the winds as you approach him. Dark green
strands of hair whisp in the breeze and you catch a glimpse of his hardened
face. As your eyes focus on his rocky features that cover this giants face
you notice a horid scar under his left eye. The scar tissue looks to be
seared and rotted. As your eyes drift down his massive frame, you notice
another mass of seared tissue along his left flank partially covered by
straps of leather and plates of armor. Ranak then turns his gaze and your
eyes meet his, and he turns along his way.
Role
The beginning as told through the eyes of Ranak.
Added Sun Feb 8 13:55:48 2004 at level 39:
I was born in a vast desert waseland where food was little and water was
rare. The sone of a hunter, I soon inhereted my fathers traits and job as
I came to age. Adept with most weapons, I could track and find anything I
came across. Hunting in these times was as good as my tribe had come to
expect when things seems to slowly turn sour. The unique climate of the
desert is everchanging, and it seemed to now be changing daily. Our water
holes ran dry, and the game we feasted upon seemed to slowly dissappear.
It became the decision of the tribe to move until we found a more livable
place. We came upon a suitable place at the edge of the jade mountains,
warm enough where the waters ran in streams from the mountain tops and the
deer we so desperatly needed to survive ran in herds of hundreds and even
thousands. All seemed well until.......
I awoke and there was a strange haze about the morning. The sun was barely
coming over the mountains and there seemed to be a red mist covering the
lands. I should have taken heed to these unusual signs, but food had to be
found for the tribe. I gathered the hunting party and we proceeded into
one of the valleys near our camp. As we traveled I can remember smelling
something burning, but I couldn't get a fix as to what or where it was.
We traveler up the valley until it broke into a high plain. Upon the plain
we saw a sight that still remains fresh within my mind. An open field of
death...charred remains of the deer we needed to feed ourselves. There was
have dead animals writhing in pain as they burn to death, and all around
the plain the red mist seemed to grow thicker. Before any of us could gather
ourselved to assess the situation, an explaination somewhat presented itself.
A great wave of flames hit the rear of the party, vaporizing nearly all that
were in it's path. Then a seperate wave hit us from the front. I took a jolt
from the force and was thrown to the side as the rest of the party felt the
pain of fire. The last thing I can recall before I blacked out was a voice
almost chanting, "Nazaroth." Then all was dark.....
I woke in a dark, dry chamber that was seeminly empty. As I began to move
I noticed that my arms and legs were shackled with very strong chain. Almost
Imidiatly after I woke, a voice came from nowhere. "You are my slave giant
I have been waiting for someone like you," said the voice. Astounded that
I could sense no apparent origion for the sound, I squinted and looked harder
into the shadows. Again, I heard the voice, though I couldn't decipher what
it had said. Almost the second he spoke, I noticed a bright ball of fire
appear in front of me. It seemed the powerful magics I had only heard wispers
of were true indeed. The ball hit me in the chest and I fell, unable to move
as my flesh burned. Then, another mutter from the voice, and all was relieved.
As I lay there, barely able to move, I felt my wounds heal and strength
return to my limbs. It appeared that I was some sort of training dummy
for this unseen wizard. I am unsure how long I was captive, but my best
guess is.....years. As time went ont, I found myself able to take the brunt
of more and more spells before my puppeteer allowed me to heal. It seems
that I was building a slight resistance to the spells. Soon I could think
through the pain, remianing calm and keeping a clear head, when I found myse
The Beginning Part 2
Added Thu Feb 19 13:42:19 2004 at level 47:
Wounded and exhausted, I crawled from the sewer into the ally within the
dark city. I took refuge in a crate and rested. Beckoned by sleep and
hunger, I fell into a deep slumber. In my slumber I had visions of what had
happened...visions of my tribe, of the hunting, and of the cold, vile voice
echoing over and over through my mind. I awoke from my sleep soaked in
sweat, my heart was pumping out of control, almost driving me mad. I then
realized I had not ran far enough. I gathered what strength I could and
left the ally in search of a way out, a path that lead me away. Drawn by
the sounds of freedom and the smell of the ocean I found myself on the docks
of the Empress's harbor. The guard was heavy, all of them seemed to eye
me suspiciously. I felt that I had to get on a ship, and escape into the
wide blue sea. As I examined my options, I noticed a sign:
Deckhands Wanted!! Apply at the SeaKeg.
What better way to get away....I followed the sign to an old looking ship
covered with vegitation from the sea. "I'm here for a job," I said. "Aye
Landlubber," said a ragged looking man. "I'm Cyrus, Capt'n of the SeaKeg an
I'll show yer the way," he said with a ragged accent. "What name yer go
by?" "I's called Ranak." Then come aboard yar! And so started my exploits
with Capt'n Cyrus on the high seas.
We had been at sea for barely a week when I knew how to do most of the
deckwork. I had learned the SeaKeg an Capt'n Cyrus were key figures in the
trade on the seas, spanning from Seantryn Modan to Hamsah Mutazz and Arkham.
As we hunted for ivory tusks and whale blubber I began to use my hunting
instincts from the mainlands in our search. As night would fall we'd lower
the mast and let the winds take us as we told stories and had some scotch
that was also transported on the SeaKeg. I grew to love the scotch, for it
eased the pain of my scars. The captain had said it was good medicine,
though he always warned if I had too much medicine it would work against
me. We laughed on into the night as the winds took us north. I woke the
next morning to the sounds of some gigantic beast, I ran to the front of the
boat with haste as my eyes scoured the surface of the water. I soon found
the captain at my side and he said, "Ah, the dragon sea, Yar can hear them
Aye?" "We near the port of Arkham, all hands, make ready for port!"