Description
Savage eyes of the most brilliant gold stare wildly about the area. A wicked,
contemptuous snarl distorts his face, wicked teeth protruding from his thin
lips. Sharp features offset a darkened nose. Ginger fur covers his lithe,
taut body, yet a peculiar stripe of crimson red juts from his back to the
neck. Strapped about his body rest various blades, some polished and gleaming
even in the faint light while others appear caked in the unmistakeable dull
crimson of dried blood. He hefts a short spear, placing the sharpened point
between you and him. In that brief moment he flexes his vicious claws around
the spear's shaft. Mismatched and unkempt clothing compliments his stalking
form in a most unfashionable way.
Role
Taqab and Magic.
Added Fri Mar 23 15:29:57 2007 at level 24:
Taqab Naq-tadeh hails from the desert Araile. He does not know why, but he
and his family live as outcasts, shamed from ever returning to Blackclaw or
even the bitter wastes.He spent his first sixteen years in poverty, begging
and stealing from the passing merchant trains, all the while enduring the
tormenting heat and sands of the desert. He hates the sun, heat, sands, and
anything else associated with such a wretched place. More than that, he
hates everything he does not have.
At times, Taqab found himself lucky enough to sneak past Hamsahs guards to
wander the desert city.It was here his fascination took him. He wanted it
all, the precious jewels, colored clothes, tempting foods, and brilliantly
polished armors. But more than that, magic. Magic impressed the lords, awed
the crowds, invited wise counsel, and ruled. Magic equaled power.
Taqab knew he would never wield such an authority. He himself was but a
construct of earlier magics. But as he felt driven to grasp these
unreachables, it came to him. Make those who control magic bow to him.His
own devices, cunning, and resources would subjugate the magicians. Taqab
cannot have this magic, so no one shall possess it.
Joining the Village.
Added Fri May 18 11:53:40 2007 at level 31:
Taqab has found a great resource to use in joining the Village of
Battleragers. It took weeks to finally connive his way into gaining a hut
from the bard Yean. He was probably drunk. Few others would entertain
Taqab, discarding him for his atypical intent, ignorance of Battle history,
and inability to read.
But he has proven himself countless times over in his cunning hunt of magi.
Few even within the Village rival his skill. Even fewer are those that Taqab
finds worthy to acknowledge. He tires of the apparent weakness and stupidity
many possess and thus disregards them. He is a brother to no one, unwilling
to sacrifice his life so another may live. It is the hunt that compels him.
That, and to assuage the emptiness of his longing.
Taqab often finds himself yearning for magic to flourish just so he may
dispatch even more magi by his hand.
The Missing Spirit.
Added Tue Jun 5 11:06:41 2007 at level 37:
An essence of Taqabs soul wanders aimlessly in the spirit-realm. It was
to the death-knight Asgraam that Taqab fell while the magics of the Abyss
wrenched a portion of his spirit into the bludgeoning flail. Unfortunately,
vengeance would not reveal itself as Asgraam committed himself to the grave
soon after.
The burden of emptiness burns ever brighter as it wrestles with Taqab. He
has heeded Ysaoloryes bidding in searching for the gravestone of Asgraam.
But still the ever dead voice of the human death-knight howls in his mind,
evading the envious clutch of Taqabs hand.