Description
Twisted lochs of chestnut hair dangle about and sway with each
movement of this mediocre man. His hair tapers off just below
shoulder length but leads up to a slender, gray, hood, somewhat
misshapen by age and tattered to the peek with holes. His eyes
peer outward from an olive visage, covered slightly by tan
whiskers and high-curled eyebrows. A tiny barrel shaped object
seems to jut out from the right side of his face, forming the
chamber of a halfling pipe being tucked behind an ear. Upon this
small supportive frame are leathers and woolen robes, decorated
by runes, with a glimmering glow of silken fibers. The strings
of a small pouch drag along the ground, tied into a small,
tightly woven rats-nest of a knot which dangles from the rear.
Peering closely you discern some finer detail that....
Role
Clouded view of what is True. pt1
Added Fri Apr 20 09:50:05 2012 at level 3:
Born to a people where the echos of childish laughter is quickly
put to rest by the "Mature" mind set, I was.
The early years were spent as any young person would, in an
attempt to enjoy the company and activities of the time.
Small wooden tops were among the favored toys at the time. I had
three, each decorated by my own hand.
Originally, they were all gifted to me, parents, grand parents,
and from my aunt who lived several hours from town.
My friends and I would play for hours on end, each attempting to
gain the "Record" for the longest spin. I seldom lost.
These were the days of being care free, enjoying life in all it's
marvel and simplicity as only a child truly can.
We shared no malice nor remorse, our squabbles quickly rendered
to resolution. All of us were friends.
After the first twelve or so years of our lives, it is expected
that we begin to ply the craft of our parents and forefathers.
The plight that struck this day began as any other, it stands as
reminder to never lie to one's self.
Clouded view of what is True. pt2
Added Fri Apr 20 10:29:50 2012 at level 4:
My father, Jimlum, was a master blacksmith of the third order
of iron workers, a branch once taught by Mortorn dwarves.
The move he made a few years prior to my birth was to Galadon,
hoping to spread knowledge of our craft and earn a living.
Now, at my seventeenth birthday, I was to take up the mantle and
begin learning to ply our trade and art.
For many years I had carved and inlaid some of the finest detail
into our many woodworks, tableware and toys.
These insights into iron smithing should have been as second
nature but things do not always fold out as expected.
It wasn't that I didn't wish to have a proud father, parents or
relatives who adored and respected my work. No.
The intricacy in which to shape and mold objects was known to me,
Yes, but not these metals.
In the beginning, I felt it. A foreign feeling, the instruments
needed would not touch my skin, no matter how I tried.
"Hold the Hammer" my father cried out, pain and frustration
readily apparent upon his furrowed brow.
I did try, I truly did. With all my strength I wanted to be what
they wanted, I wanted it too, or so I thought.
Anger, furocity, rage, no amount of any effort would bay metal to
me and a sorrowful acceptance was what followed.
Clouded view of what is True. pt3
Added Fri Apr 20 10:49:45 2012 at level 5:
Deep inside I know it pained him, to see his own heir like this,
to say what he did, to live on as he does now.
He said "My son." I do recall a shiver throughout his voice. "I
relegate you to where you belong. No longer my Son."
These were words that sincerely cut deep but we both had to be
honest with ourselves. I did not belong.
It was something that we both knew, however neither of us wished
to accept the apparent facts.
The life of a blacksmith wasn't going to be mine. I wasn't made
to live within these halls nor their confines.
Honestly, I had thought this for years but perpetuated the lie
just as all the others around me had done.
Yet a child in their eyes, I left of my own accord, absent all
the ties and obligations of my former family.
A place of my own did not exist inside a city of stone but within
the woods that I called friend and home.
Acknowledgement of the True.
Added Fri Apr 20 13:03:06 2012 at level 10:
In some of my recent adventures, I've learned that diversity is
more prominent than I had once expected.
The wilds are abundant, widespread, and so full of life. They
are fierce yet forgiving and enjoyable.
Although I still visit the cities of stone and metal, I find the
need increasingly less frequent.
Through trial and error, I've made great strides in learning who
or what I am and what I can do.
Once harbored thoughts, that I was a misfit, have been replaced
by understanding of druidic ancestry.
These new insights are still just hearsay for now, soft words on
a traveler's lips about my campfire.
One day I do hope that I'll understand my true origin, where the
blood flowing within sprung.
Acknowledging my past and accepting what I now know to be true
has further spurred my beliefs in Honesty.
As such, I'll be pressing a path that intercepts the Patron of
it, Twist Lordship of Magic and Honesty.
During my travels, my eyes are always open to places or things
that may catch his attention.
Yet, for now, living the life of a priest within nature's bosom
shall suffice as I learn more of the unknown.
The Ripple.
Added Sat Apr 28 09:54:59 2012 at level 26:
Looking back in the solemn throws of deep contemplation, I gaze
at the strange facts that are my life.
Every calling, every hailing, none of which occurred or were
directed at "Wyndaxe" but were to "Zyhaxi".
My entire past was meticulously rewritten by the power of the
divine whom live up above.
To know that the past is as fluid as the gentle stream,
effortlessly flowing, yet it's course can change.
Understanding only a small glimpse of the power on high is very
enlightening and awe inspiring.
I was, however, able to detect the slightest flaw in the magic
as Islinic's mind hadn't known my visage.
Some minuscule amount of conversation was needed to enlighten
the Lord Adept of the power and outcome.
I had suspected that if this magic was fluid, that the ripple
may have not reached him yet, so I explained.
As we once were, now we are again, acquainted and on good enough
terms to continue our conversations, happily.
No other mortals seem to have these recollections, I suspect
this is due to the great magic of the Lord Adept.
Truly remarkable, I yet stand in awe of these experiences. A
son of the smith Jimlum, is me Zyhaxi.
The Being Beyond. (Inner thoughts)
Added Tue May 1 18:50:08 2012 at level 29:
For all of my thoughts and actions to coalesce into
cognitive understanding was quite the task. I believe
that the being, beyond normal understanding, is not one
to be trifled with nor underestimated. Lord Twist, as he
is often called, is a title for a being of unimaginable
power and ability.
Divinity, which is roughly the qualities that make a
being divine is not without humor in it's explanation.
Twist is. He may not have always been, but with such
unimaginable abilities that were earned by him, the word
divinity is fitting. This derivation isn't from his
becoming the "Violet Spider" or because he is worshiped
and revered by so many but because he exudes the
qualities of the divine and thusly "Is".
To discern the traits most sought after by Twist isn't a
difficult task. Magic and Honesty, are they. Both are of
extreme importance in this plane in which we live, our
mortal lives. I believe that both should be held in high
esteem and that each benefits the other with equal
measure.
I, having earned a trifle amount of the Divine Magic's
power, shall use it to spread the trait known as Honesty.
In doing this, I wish to make others lives more enjoyable
and less likely to bring harm to any and all around.
Understanding that Magic resides in all things, yet
knowing this task is monumental, I shall do anything
within my abilities to see it through. As Lord Twist
wishes this world to remain, so do I.