Description
A quite small Svirfnebli stands here, reaching a peek of about two and a half
feet tall. She walks with a very odd stride and stands on the tip of her toes
as she moves about. A very rounded head sits atop a small yet muscular neck..
Two globes peer out of it each seeming to be filled with molten lava. Below
these mesmerizing eyes protrudes a large nose, the huge nostrils flaring with
each breath she takes, and directly under is a large pale set of lips.
Silver-whispy hair falls about her head outlining all of her features lightly
as you can see the tips of her ears peeking out through the hair. She is
clothed in barbaric garb and looks rather weathered.. her skin loose and
rough, covered in dirt and seemingly not having a care of cleanliness.
Role
Beginnings of Life
Added Mon Apr 10 23:17:12 2006 at level 1:
*The handwriting is scribbed mildly and written in black ink.. spots of blood
cover the parchment as well. Two thumb prints can be seen in blood on each
side as if held lightly before this document was saved*
I begin first saying I must disclose my identity for the time, on reasons
that I am not at liberty to discuss as well. I am being fo.. asked to
document this womans life.. and shall continue mentioning a few details of
her past.
She was born outside the sandy gates of Hamsah Mu'tazz, within a small
community of warriors and Anti-paladins.. Although she did not always hold
her current form..
Tajibin Yatatap was birthed by her mother, oddly enough(To you rather)a fire
giant by the name of Trebana Yatatap. A single mother whose husband, a giant
of the same stature of course, fell dead of unknown reasons while fishing
with the communities Dark Knights. Tajibin was six years old when this
happened and was better that it was put out of everyones mind.
Her mother was a well trained, and massive, warrioress. Always concerned of
her daughters whereabouts, teaching her the necessary skills needed to
survive.. for she knew she would not always be there for her. Treban was a
firm believer in using her size to win most situations.. and most of
Tajibin's lessons revolved around such.
Tajibin matured into a seasoned warrioress, and was quite larger then all of
the other twenty souls in the emcampment.. and I must say she never let them
forget. She was always up to mischief and giving all the others a hard time.
Things began to change for this young one as time seemed to progress though.
Visions and Plots
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*The scribbled words continue roughly as there seems to be less blood on this
parchment.. seeming more crisp and clean*
As time passed on Tajibin grew more wise and always remained close to her
mother. She was becoming headstrong then ever, and had wishes of leading and
protecting her Village after her Mother's passing. The others were very
uneasy and knew of her wishes, yet stayed collected about the situation...
The oldest Elder, a.. wise wizard by the name of Izenuren, called upon three
of his most trusted Dark Knights one eve though when the Village laid to
rest. He had seen visions of Tijibin since her birth.. the terrible things
she was destined to do.. He assumed the arranged killing of her Father would
mentally drain her enough to side track these actions, but the visions grew
more powerful. Images of her cackling into the sky.. screaming the name
Eshval, yelling at the mangled magus bodies below her to keep bleeding, and
bleeding for her goddess. Many more things were seen by the Elder, yet he
would of been convinced by just this. He knew it must be ended, yet wished
her torture.. not her death..
The mindshattering day of Tajibin Yatatap was merely hours away.
A Different Bounce to her Step
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It was yet a normal sun beating day.. and the supply of food ran low within
Tajibin's village. She was appointed to hunt with a few others for the day
and she got clothes and willingly left the Village to provide.
She travelled west with her band and slayed about twelve deer and other
creatures and were pleased with the outcome enough to return to the
Village... As she returned her heart began to pound heavily.. she sensed
something direly wrong. Silence swept through the encampment like a strong
gust of wind as she turned to her comrades quizzically. She dropped the
nourishment and ran to her hut with quickness..
As she entered, the Village stood about and grimly stared at her with a blank
expression and the Elder stood in the middle amongst them. "Wut da hell is
happen!" she screamed with a booming voice, looking behind her at her
comrades they grabbed her arms and brought her to her knees.. The Elder moved
a curtain over and displayed a sight that has never left her head.
Her mother.. stakes drivin into each of her limbs was pinned to the ground..
Her eyes covered in an opaque film.. covered in sores.. bleeding profusely..
coughing blood upon herself as she gurgled it in her throat. "MOMMMMMS!"
Tajibin cried aloud as the Elder moved above her mangled and weakened body.
"Tajibinnnn.. Have seen this day before you were born, They killed your
father, now they kill me. Slayyy themss." she ended as the Elder pummeled her
body with icicles.
The booming roar that came from her would be remembered by most in Hamsah
Mu'tazz for quite some time.. her body was filled with a drive she never felt
as she threw the three giants holding her off with little effort. She ran for
axes not but three feet from her and began swinging with ungodly
strength and speed as she screamed "CAN NOT EVEN SLAY WITH FINGERMAGICKS!?".
Strewn about limbs and heads filled the Hut as the Elder sneered as she
huffed deeply under her breath. They stared at each other and he spoke "May
be quite da young headbasher Tajibin.. but what happen when as big my toe?
Will see how lives now as midget! DESTINY IS NULL WHEN I HAVE SAY!" he
screamed as he reached out with his hand...
Tajibin's body began to twist and contort violently and everything shrunk
about her as she was soon staring directly up at the Elder. "Will see how
good revenge you can get as demented midget little Svirfnebli.." escaped his
barely parted lips as he nodded at her and spoke an encantation.
She appeared at a pool of blood within the Virgin Forest naked with nothing
but tormented thoughts, and the death of everything dear to her.
Truely Released Upon Thera
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As she layed there, not taller then the tree stump next to her.. Tajibin
began to utter blasphemies unsuitable for most ears. She realized she had no
one.. no home.. only a shell that should explode from the soul it contained.
Everything began to make sense to her and she began to wonder why her Mother
*and* the Elder had forewarned visions.
She clenched her fists tightly and spoke under her breath.. "Alladem gunna
die, alladem.. Dacowards cant lift manwrists tafightwit weapons even gotsta
usendoze spells tamake meh small! WELL IS STILL BIGAS GIANT! Amtaint with
spell, gotsta hidesit, seeksem battlemen out.. istime fer truelife fer
Tajibin!"
She stood up still unused to her body and ran into the dense wood.. with only
two things on her mind.. to find the damn Wizard thats damned her within this
shell and to get revenge on anyone corrupted with the power those in her
Village held.. in the name of Trebana Yatatap.