Char Histories! - Cmon poste us some stories! =)

[Zahra Fiarai]

Since I'm sorta asking people to post their char histories its only fair I post mine too... It's pretty easy for me.. I remember it all very clearly. Lets see... where to begin...

Well... when I was only 5 years old, the vicious dragon Magre attacked my family. My big brother Draken, who was 16 at the time, was able to eventually defeat the dragon... but Draken's best friend, and both of our parents were killed in the battle. I left the house and ran into the forest to try and find someone who could help us. I couldnt find anyone.. I thought about going to one of the villages next to ours, but remembered hearing news of the other villages being destroyed long before the dragon reached ours.
I heard the sounds of horses and yelling somewhere off in the distance... they were coming closer. A small child like me could find a hiding place nearly anywhere in the forest, but I chose to hide inside a big fallen tree, covered with lots of moss and wet leaves.
The riders of the horses, I soon discovered, were the legendary Amazons. I was out of breath and couldnt keep quiet enough... the tribe found me easily. As they pulled me out of my hiding spot, I saw them for the first time. It was easy to identify their leader. She was wearing a large, heavily decorated mask made with animal skins, shells and horns.
The leader, Kara, put me on the back of her horse, motioned to the rest of the tribe with her hand, and they rode away with me back to the tribe camp. We arrived at the camp, and Kara offered me a place among their tribe, which I accepted.
I told them what had happened and about my brother still at home... they said they'd do whatever they could to help us. We started back to my home the next morning... I lead the way. It was a long ride and it took many hours. It was night time again by the time I reached the house.
Nobody was there except for an enchanted rabbit sitting on the bench between the stove and the bookshelf. He laughed and told me that my brother had already left for the city across the water. He said that Draken was angry with me and he didnt want to see me ever again... I was young and I believed it.
It hurt me a lot, but my amazon sisters comforted me. They became my new family... I loved them like I loved my real family and I would die for any one of them.
Ten years had past since I had left home and I became curious about my brother... what he was doing... if he was even still alive.
Our Amazon Queen was aged and dying... we took care of her but she was no longer able to lead the tribe. The next day a new tribe leader would be chosen.  
There would be a large competition with many levels, and then a ceremony to welcome our new Queen. I could barely sleep... As soon as the sun came up the competitions began, and they ended 12 days later.
It was very close to a tie between my best friend Ahria and me. I knew she was a good fighter.. we had trained together and fought together since we were little. The last competition however, required magic skill (which was one of my best areas). That's when I became the leader of the Amazon Tribe.
One day I'll pass on my leadership to another, but I'm still young and I have many more years.
At the age of 17 I asked Ahria to watch over the tribe for me so that I could seek out my brother. I got onto my ship and headed for the next city...
It did not take long for me to find my brother. We straightened things out and he showed me around while we caught up on what had happened to us over the last years.
I've recruited many new members now, and the Tribe has joined forces with The Shadowen Empire. I hope to go back and see my original Amazon Sisters some day... And some day I'll bring them here, back with me to this city. That's how it happened... And thats where I am today... now I just have to wait and see how the rest of my life will turn out.
LONG LIVE THE AMAZON TRIBE!!!!
Wish ya good luck in your journeys... and you gotta remember... If you cry over losing the sun, your tears wont let you see the stars.
*Big Hugs*
~Z~

[Damien]

Elves live long lives.
Three hundred years ago, Damien was born, as a grey elb, like humans call the city elves - these ones prefer huge, strange built cities to live in.
Damien often thought that three hundred years may be a long time for the most other races.
He was fully grown on his fifth decade. Such is normal for elves. Since then, he was no adult at all, and no child anymore - no public rights, but few responsibilities.  For a time of twohundredandfifty years.
He lived with the big house-like tower of the big family, and the streets surrounding it, the hanging gardens, the teachers and friends, the family itself, his parents somewhere among them, the high wounded beautiful towers, the trees and the roofs. And all the flowers and trees everywhere, about thousand different types, he could not even name the half of them all. He never was much interested into plants. He has visited many teachers, always wanted to hear legends and stories, and to learn several relevant things, some history, and magic. He started to hunt for legends, old history, and hidden secrets in the great libraries of the city when he was twenty. A child. He casted his first spell before his third decade had come. He trained with a long blade in his hand before his fourth decade had begun.
A nice life, but all in all, thirty decades, that is threehundred years, in the same town. Now he was at the borderline to adulthood. Getting out here.
The ceremony was quite short, and calm. After the two ceremony weeks of endless waiting, Damien packed his belongings, and needed only about half a week to say farewell to most of the people. Most young elves go on a journey when they are adults, but most return after one or two hundred years. Not Damien.
Damien was fascinated by these other races he met. Their religions, habits, their history, their magics - and the wide open grasslands, forests, and mountains. And some action.
When Damien was four hundred years old, he experimented on himself with different alcoholic drinks, and sometimes ended up underneath the tavern tables. But the temporal fun was not worth the headache on each following day.
Some decades later, Damien wanted more facts, more secrets, and more history than the human libraries could offer him. He made a good living from teaching elemental magic knowledge to young humans, they started "aaahs" and "ooohs" when he showed them simple minor illusions and light tricks. And he worked as library helper in different libraries when not teaching.
One day, a stranger approached him, a man clothed in grey. He spoke of the order, and that they have been watching Damien for some years. He spoke of secret knowledges, wisdom, and balance... several months after, Damien packed his belongings again, and they made their way up north, to the mountains.
In these mountains were old cave systems, hidden with magic and dwarven stonework. Whole library parts were located in these caves, and several members of the order of the Grey Light.
About three hundred years later, Damien left the mountains, now an Elder and Dominus Major of the Order himself, clothed in grey.
Armored and armed, Damien was about to explore again.

[Alexander]

*the elven man in the golden cloak walks in not quite himself today. he pulls his hands out of his cloak revealing his shields and golden goblet and sets his goblet down as he reads the board. frowning he decides to divuge his past*

    When i was younger i was concerned with two things and two things only. one of which being money i learned any skill and made any trade that would make me money. i was always dealing and always collecting coins and even bars as a young child. the second thing i was concerned with was my dear love..........she was everything to me she was worth more than all of the money in the world. she beautiful about 3 cm shorter than i she had light brown hair and her ears came to a perfect point. we fell in love as small children and that love only grew from then on. we married and i bought her her dream house with the money i had made in my dealings. we lived peacefully and comfortably i went into the forest next to our house to cut off branches for me to whittle while talking to my wife on our front porch overlooking the water. when i was 120 on our 106th anniversary i went into town to the little shop to pick up her present and some supplies and by the time i got back our house had been burned to the ground and i ran into the house frantically searching when my ears twitched. off about 300 yards i heard my wife screaming. i ran as fast as i could i thought my heart was going to burst and my legs were going to fly off. when i came over the hill i saw a lizard and an orc dragging her off kicking and screaming. the orc ofcourse i could smell from the house when i reflected upon it. i somehow started running faster as i bored down and threw my shoulder into the middle of the back of the lizzardman killing him instantly. in hy mind i can still hear his back breaking into a million pieces. i made a flip and landed on my feet as i heard the orc pull a sword out of his sheath. i turned about slowly as i whispered a few words from my other past time practicing magic, which i mainly used for starting fires, making it rain, and getting food. seddenly a large blast of fire barreled at him turning him instantly into dust. i brought my shaken wife back to our burned house and we then went into town and spent the night at the inn. we rebuilt the house and eventually got over the ordeal, which i found out later was from a band of theives tring to get my money, which i carry with me at all times so they were going to ransom my wife. i kept my guard up for as long as i thought i needed to, but after about 4 weeks......they struck again. this time in the predawn hours they attacked with a band of about 25-30 men all different races. they caught me off guard and held me down as they took all of my money along with my wife, but before they left they also took my pride. four men held me down as i struggled four other men started beating be with wooden shields. i managed to cast spell, but purely out of rage. when i realized they had her out of my house i burst in rage exploding the entire house in flames lighting the trees around our house igniting the entire forest and burning it down, which is why the forest to the north west of town disappeared. i ran all night trying to find them and i tracked them into the forest to the south east of town but couldn't find them. i started screaming at them "come out and face my wrath you cowards" i saw one and bursted into flames myself burning myself badly. the next day when i woke up i was in a strange house. a dwarven man named silversmith had taken me in and healed my wounds. i told him the story of the night before and he told me that i had destroyed most of his forest too. i quickly appologised and reached for my coin purse to give him some silver to compensate for my destruction. then i realized that it was gone. he helped me get back on my feet and my two quests the one to find my lost wife and the other to kill all involved. so from that day on i devoted my life to training in the most destructive field i knew....magic.

*shaken up and saddened by the memory of his lost wife he posts his story on the board and as he leans over a single tear falls out of his cloak onto the floor as he shakes his head and picks up his goblet and walks slowly out of the room*

[Tinari]

Tinari was born into a rich family, with many luxuries. She never had to do more than ring a bell, and a servent would come to her, awaiting his instructions. She never really left the comforts of her large room, and was taught of her status in the community, but those talks never stuck with her.

One night, she was on the balcony, staring into the star filled sky, when a man grabbed her from behind, silencing her. A smaller figure with a more feminine look blindfolded and gagged her, as she was carried for some distance, and thrown into a cell. Having no clue where she was, she found that she was being held by a gang of rouges, being held for a large ransom, which her parents were trying to secure.

Her stay there wasn't going to be sitting in the prison, as she was put through many labors, such as repairing the armors left by her cell, treating wounded rouges at knife point, and being made to harvest herbs while under the eye of trained archers.

Later that night, she heard the sounds of a battle, which made her awaken from her slumber on her bed of straw. She looked from her makshift cell, to see many small lights dancing through the forests, and many yells and cries of battle. The neighboring dwarven city had a grudge against the rouges, and with their battle power, and her elven families magical prowess and small skirmish ensued. After some hours, the rouges had retreated into the woods, and the prisoners were freed.

After living in the conditions, her attitude was forever changed. She would spend her hours buying bread from the local vendor, and giving it to the people who needed it. She would give gold to those who asked, and would always feel so wonderful after doing such.

Living as she did, she never realized the value of the things she had given away, until the heated political situations of her lands had erupted into a cival war. Her and her family had fled from the city with only some possesions, and found a small town, hidden from the larger cities of the area. Tinari still felt the urge to help, but now she was as poor as the people around her.

She visted many people, made many friends, and took up an apprenticship with each local worker she could. She would play with the blacksmith, helping him to forge simple daggers occasionally. She would help the lumberjacks, and harvest with the farmer. She had picked up many skills, but only so much, as she never knew what she wanted to do, herself.

Eventually, she wanted to move again, but her parents were coming into their older years, being roughly 700 each, and didn't want to leave again from their comfortable living. With the help of the local blacksmith, she was given a dagger, the baker gave her some rolls to travel with. The carpenter made her a wooden shield, and the tailors provided her with some protective clothing.

She travled for a long time, until she came to Illarion. She has spent her time learning the druidic ways, using the skills from her time with the rouges to pick herbs, and trying to give to others when she is able. She has found her first love in Kjallha, and hopes to make a home in these lands.

[Hellknightas]

Hellknight was nothing more then a son of Satan. He grow up living in hell and grew strong from trying with demons.

Satan then asked Hellknight to go start a new hell up on earth. He smiled and took the job. He was going to start out creating a evil empire. He did that well with the help of his evil partner, Raziel.

Now he must seek out all good and destroy it. Him and Raziel have heard of the place of Illarion. They went to it to spread the word of evil. Hellknight has heard of a good empire doing to opposite of the evil one. He eventully told raziel and they both said that they need to strengthen to the empire.

Raziel has heard of a tribe. They call themselves the Amazons. Raziel then asked them to join the empire and follow the evil ways. They Did.

Now we are here still looking for more power. Still trying to take out the Order. Will this task ever be done? Only time can tell.

[Gilean]

*Reading the boards he came across a particular entry that interested him.  Posting his begining into this world in the form of a short story discribing his life, he then sat and ate his dinner.*

Long ago in the beginning of a different universe in a different dimension set aside from the physical, an essence formed with a singular goal.  This goal was to kill and feed.  Little did the essence know that his future was to become a demon of the strongest sect.  As the essence was about to attain his beginning as a young demon, something went amiss.  A silver light spread across it and opened his savage mind to a whole new existence apart from the one he was to undertake soon.  A great thirst strove him to abandon his prior mindless commitment.  Staying in essence form he became a vagabond on the quest to become what cannot be described, a great sage of an otherworldly existence is the closest thing to describe it, in a plane of existence foreign to most but not all.  After billions of years in his evolution he ceased to grow.  This troubled him immensely.  He sought out an oracle to help him with his troubles but the demon horde had just established itself on his plane so the journey was long and hard.  Devouring demon after demon and opponent after opponent,  he made his way slowly to the greatest of all the oracles.  Beelzebub told him that a being could only grow if he has limitations and that he had reached his in this plane of existence.  Taking the oracles advice he used his near infinite power to open a portal to a new dimension.  The demons had tracked him over the course of the 10,000 years since he had talked to the oracle and laid stealthily in wait for him to do just what he did.  The horde sent all of its power at once toward the essence that had fed on them and knocked it away and unconscious as they went forward into this new dimension to destroy it as they had the other.  Unlike the other though this one had rules so the demons powers where limited.  On the spiritual plane they ruled as supreme beings however once on the physical realm they where to toys of mighty magicians because of the way this realm drained their powers.  The essence how ever had awoken after a 100-year slumber and came to the spiritual realm of Illarion a world that generated much interest in him at this time.  Generating, as best he could in this new world, a physical body that resembled a humanoid,  he wandered the land until he came across a house of information.  Already thirsting for new information he entered the house.  A creature, later learned to be a halfling, sat at a nearby table.  Entering the creature's conscious mind he learned that the creature was a solitary being that stayed to himself because of the recent troubles in his land.  He also strove to be what the essence himself strove to be, a student of great arts.  He also had high powers and that made it hard to control his mind.  However, the creature lacked physical strength witch seemed to be necessary in this world. Deciding that this was still the best candidate to command he expelled the mind of its user and took control over the body.  Being physical for the first time felt different.  He first felt his sever limitations then his thirst for knowledge.  Reading all of the books in the library he felt a strange sensation and his stomach growled as it told its user that he was hungry.  Hearing voices from up above he ran into his first person that treated him with respect and care.  Damien was a kind teacher and in many ways influenced his reactions to this new world he had become a part of.

*Eating his dinner was satisfying.  Gilean moved from the shop with the purpose of meeting his wolf friend but still wished that he could join a cause that would further his understanding of this world.  Thinking breifly of the other guilds he thought the best one was the order as the others were to negative to be of any use promoting the universal well being.*

[Damien]

"Between the time when the oceans drank atlantis,
and rise of the suns of aries,
there was an age undreamed of,
and on to this, conan, destined to wear the jeweled crown of aquilonia upon a troubled brow.
It is i, his cronicle, who alone can tell thee of this saga.
Let me tell you of the days of high adventure !"
-Conan the barbarian, intro scene...
*ggg*



(Edited by Damien at 10:06 pm on May 18, 2001)

[Sir Draken]

I am an all powerful mage, guild leader, and slayer of dragons. I was born in the small town of Rahla. I moved to Illarion when a dragon named Magre slayed my best friend and companion, Vahlon and both my parents. I slayed him but that was not enough to avenge the death of Vahlon. I decided I would fight all evil and all who opposed me. I moved to Illarion and had to leave my little sister Zahra Fiarai behind because she ran into the forest and I could not find her. In Illarion I started a guild of people who had the same goals as I did. We are now called TheTitans.

-Minsc

[Venus]

A paper here appears to be torn...

[Zahra Fiarai]

Hehe I remember that!!!!! Little Poe!... Awww I really missed her when she got lost. Thanks again Venus

[Neonfire]

I don't know where I was born. I am not sure where I came from. I even don't know what I am.
There was a point in my life, kind of birth, but I was around the age of 20, there all begun. I woke up, heavily injured by something, in a battle field. The trees were burning ... many dead ogres were laying on the floor. I tried to get up and walked a bit. Everything around here was burned. All tries to remember something failed. So I stood there ... alone ... without any memory ...
I took a closer look on the ogre warriors and found some potions. Some big footprints kept my interest. They looked like being from a big bird ... five toes with long claws.
Then a voice was calling me. I turned around to see who was talking to me but nobody was there. The voice told me to protect the neon fire. I was confuse. Who was this voice? What is the neon fire? What happened here? I asked ... but the voice disappeared ...
So I took one of the ogre swords and went away from this place of death. I wandered around in the country, asking many wise men and women for a hint of my identity. But they knew neither the neon fire nor what happened on the battlefield. In the hope to find answers I entered a ship to sail over the ocean to the northwestern part of Illarion. One said to me that I can find the secret there. After a long journey I arrived on this mysterious island. But I haven't found the answer yet ...

[The Silent One]

i do not know much of my past my past can not be put into words what i know of it my past that i know is not a past but a story a story of the silent one i was born in a strange place peace was a reality eveil was not known of untill one day my father told my mother that the king's twin had come back and there will be a war soon and he would have to go i was hideing in the closet then and they did not know i had heard them i whanted my father to stay i jumped outta the clost going to beg my dad to stay at that moment a lizzard jumped thew the door and ripped off my dads head sucking the brains outta his head and said that eveil will be known to you little silent one and all of you'r city will burn burn in the name of but that part of my memory was too blery to remember the name he saidso i do not know who is the one who brout eveil to my town but after that the whole town whent up in flames every thing burned then i don't know what gave me the powers i had at that moment but i locked at the lizzard in the eye and i said some words my teacher said will kill any liveing creature that has no right to live but later the power that it needs to kill that will have to be paid later and you should never use this spell unless it is in urgent need i was yung at the moment and did not understand what kind of power it took to take a life of a liveing creature and later i would find out that power but then the ceiling caved in and i woke 3 days later in an other city i had been told about this city when i got up a man in a blue cloak said that i need to pay for that power i used now he said you must do the ulatmit quest you must teach death to die i said thats not posibal he said yes for you are the silent one it is you'r desteny to forfill you task to teach death to die but how do i teach death to die he dissarped right then i have not teached death to die so i guesse thats a story in the future to be told when it happense for i now live in illarion the city next over maybe it will happen here if ever

[Zahra Fiarai]

Heyee! Lots of you still gotta post their histories!! Not gonna let this post go away just yet - I see it slooowwwly falling down to the bottom hehehe BACK to the top!!!!  More!!!!
By the way, Poe was lost again in the library Damien, I think theres a hole in one of the walls because I heard her scratching in there.... I think Poe crawled in there and got stuck. Might wanna check it out - Dont want her gettin stuck again....

[Damien]

No, that's just between the bookcases. I was wondering about an eerie scratching noise, when finding that cat sitting in there. It was just sharpening its claws at a bookcase. Well, it's too quick for me, but it ran into the tunnel. Guess it now sits around at the bar.

[Zahra Fiarai]

lol uh oh.... What if someone gave her alcohol? ='.'=
Better put up a 'Beware of Cat' Sign on the door of the bar - She can sure scratch! Could someone try and catch her for me? If you can bring her to me I'll give you 5 silver ingots.... Then again... She could still be stuck in the tunnel, right? Can cats climb ladders?

[Damien]

Cats can climb EVERYTHING. Up and down. Except it is made of glass or shiny metal.

[Sturm Feuerklinge]

With this Letter, I (kündige) my Biography on, so save your Eyepower, you`ll need it

[The Silent One]

hallo someone put more stories up

[Venus]

Ummm, Zahra.....
I think poe found the tunnel in the library.....
I found him in their on my way to the other side.
Hehe.
 ~*Venus*~
~ To be a black equine, is death by music~
  :cheesy:  :)

[Zahra Fiarai]

Aha! hehe
You found her eh? Where is she? Did you keep her with you?  :)

[Leif]

* a short dwarf enters... he's wearing a hood... all you can see of his face is his eyes... his eyes are glowing...*

"i heard you wanted life stories", the dwarf said
he looked around catching glimpses of interested knights and maidens...
" well... let me introduce myself... im leif, the viking...
knewn throughout the land as a mysterious dwarfen warrior... well... today the mysteries will come to an end.... look here..." the dwarf showes an old manuscript to the audience.... the manuscript is a phrophesy about a nefillim coming from the heavens... a birth between a angel and a æsir ( from nordic mythology) to unite the world and bring it peace...and knowledge...
"thats me..." , the dwarf says with a smile...
"i was born in the heavens and sent here to earth... im on a mission... to remove all evil... unite the good and make people live in harmony...
iwe heard of a group called "pks"  they are the worst thing, that are infested in these lands... i hope i can make people ( like bror) to remove them and to make them never come to theese lands again...
kill them and send them to HELLHEIM!!"
*chough*
" i got a little carried away there...
but that is my mission... well... im out to explore theese wonderful lands... see you soon"

the dwarf walks out...

[Zahra Fiarai]

lol
I'm gonna keep this thread alive
Keep posting stories!

[Aragon]

*A man with a green cape walks self-assured to the board, to tell his story.
Through the cape you see the glimpse of a metall armour, a sword hanging on his side.
In his clear brown eyes, you can read wisdom and mercy, but also a restless fire, searching and looking for something. His face seemed to like laughing.
He beginns to tell:*

"There is  a secret about my birth. I didn't know my parents and my past. I was a foundling, sleeping in a small bag, found in front of the door of a wise mage, called Galwan. In his house, I grew up, learned from him a lot about magic and life. He gave me the name Aragon in remembering of a great friend of him.
Grewing older, I feel more and more restless living in the house of Galwan. I want to know more about my birth and the circumstances, being a foundling. But the only sign was a tattoo at my left hand. It looks like an eagle with two swords in his claws. But Galwan himself in his wisdom didn't know this tattoo. So the day, I reached the age of 20, I decided to leave Galwan and to search my past.
From this time on, I called myself Aragon ben Galwan, because of being thankful for all, what Galwan has done to me.
My search leads me in many countries. I have seen a lot and met many people, good and evil. But this is an other story. For my subsistence, I learnd from a dwarf, whom I once met, how to mine and smith. Finally I reached the land of Illarion on my way to my past. Perhaps I will find here some hints, looking for the mysteries of my birth.
Being a lonesome wanderer at the most time of my journey and having seen a lot of crime and cruelty in the worlds, I decided always to help the poor and helpless people. But for this matter, I found it better not to fight alone against the evil. So I tried to find friends in the neverending fight against evil powers.
One day, a wise and strenght looking knight, spoke to me on the streets of Illarion. This was the beginning of becoming a knight of the Order of the Grey Rose.
But I am still searching and looking for my past...."

*The knight in the green cape with the restless and wise glance stepped away, with a small smile in his face.*


(Edited by Aragon at 8:56 am on Sep. 21, 2001)


(Edited by Aragon at 8:58 am on Sep. 21, 2001)

[Sansonic]

A new story about a Kinda New chara, bet you can't wait



When i awoke on a summer morning while camping with my parents, i sniffed the air for the Sweet smell of Breakfast! But when i got to the tent, i found only Blood.Guts.And Limbs. I couldn't move, just stared, when i was knocked off my feet by a man in black, who whispered, You are mine now child, I ran as fast as i could and grabbed my Dads Firesword, but it was heavy, and Cumbersome. As i swang with all my might he just grabbed the blade, and Snarled. He bent down and talked in my ear :" I will teach you, whether you like it or not", then it went black. All i remember after that was waking in a library of some sort, an seeing people i have never met, but somehow, i know how to use weapons, i KNOW how to fight, and i KNOW what i'm doing, it will be this way, until i find the Man in black ...

[Udan Trollbane]

Udan was the youngest of the six trollbane brothers.
He grew up in the city of Cuddgard,the capitol of the Trollbane clan.
When he was extremly young,he longed for adventures,cause he had read about his brothers journeys.Bandir had been in Cuddlekill,as an undercover darkelf.And Rill had been a prisoner
in Yngsøks dungeon.Nidorin had been down in Smilesworth,helping the haflings from the goblins in Draganoran.Illzak had been in Lagunon destroying orcs for fun,and Duernor had been in Beetle bay,ambushing the goblin leader.Udan thought that sounded exiting,and ventured to the elven capitol of Leaflong.The elves needed help because the orcs from Lagunon wanted to avenge their brothers Illzak had killed,and the only tunnel to Diggron,land of dwarfs,was through Fainonwoods.Udan got captured by Morongag,the orc captain,and got prisoned.they sent him to the island of Cycloptop,from there he managed to sail away,and ended up in Illarion.He wanted to avenge on the orcs,and raised a new clan,cause the Trollbanes was pretty much to far away....the new clan was the Iron hammer.

[Zahra Fiarai]

Bringin' it back to the top! We gotta get summore stories in here!

[Sansonic]

This a continuation of my story on page 2, hope you like it as much i like writing it RP RULEZ!!!





I haven't forgotten the gruesome sights i saw in the tent that summer.the blood.the shock.the MAN.
After a long search i had given up, the fire was still burining inside of me, either the fire, or the beer, everyone says You shouldn't be drinking at 14! but i dont care.The things i've seen.The things i've done.My Firesword is red, but not from Fire, it is a deeper, darker red, it is the red that portrays death, and pain.It.is.blood.I have seen enough blood, but i cant stop, there are too many killers around, i have to walk around with my sword equipped at all times, it is like an extension of my arm now.Everywhere all i read about is the man in black, i have never caught him or seen him since that day, and i am ashamed by that.I have no family left, only friends.
As i walk down the streets, all i think of is revenge, i push the thoughtsout, but they are only replaced by scenes of my murdered family.

It was a cool morning when i awoke, i looked around and found myself in a cave of some sort, i got to my feet quickly, my Firesword ready for anything, when, who do i see? No other than the illustrious man in black.
I charge at him, sword alight, and swing the fastest, strongest swing i can manage, his cloak cuts cleanly in half and a peice of paper lands, as the figure is not movingi read the note
"You'll have to do better than that, san"
I go over to the figure, enraged, and find it is a cloak, nothing else, just a cloak, no man, but i see footsteps, and know i'm getting closer, and he knows it too.....

[Dyluck]

Not much is known about this young man called Dyluck. He seems to suffer from some kind of amnesia as he does not remember anything about his past before he came to Illarion. He seems unusually skilled with magical powers for his young age, and has a calling to found a Magic Academy to teach others those magic arts in the name of good, love, and peace, although he does not know why.

(Edited by Dyluck at 5:14 pm on Oct. 29, 2001)

[Corvinus Mytheril]

Hummm I cant remember my childhood .. I cant remember my first 50 elfish years ...... I dont know why .. and my parents never told me why too ... I lived in a town called Arganomina ..in the middle of beautiful green hills .. my parents were priests .. and the told me to respect all kind of life, to help the helpless and the poor, and they also teached my some elemental magic ... i trained and trained this magic together with my father .. and i got stronger and stronger ....

I often wondered why some temples in the town we lived were destroyed .. but i never got an answer from my parents ... till one day the evil Draws, dark elves entered our town ... their leader was Siriena van Ko'o, Mistress of the Dark ...... she always cried she wants her son back ... and killed every high elvish beeing that stood in her way ..... my parents and the whole town protected me ... and they told me to flee ...

I ran into the woods .... and after 2 month i returned ... Arganomina was totally destroyed ...  I thought no one survived that fight except me .. but than i heared a voice .. it was the voice of my father ..... he told me not to try to find Sirenia van Ko'o ... he told me not to hunt her .. and he told me never! to cast a destroying spell on a living creature .... his last words were.....

"Take care Corvinus, may the eternal light be with you ... never forget the words I told you!!!!"


than he died in my arms ... i was sad, i felt hate inside me .. and i asked myself why he suddenly called me with my name .. he never did before .. he always called me "my son" never "Corvinus"......

My heart full of sadness i went away .. i went to the north and found the lovely Island Illarion .. where i settled town in the woods, guarding Falkners shrine ...away from all pain and hatret .. but now .... our town is in danger .. and i have to help!! to keep it from the evil .. i ran away once when the evil destroyed Arganomina ... the evil in person Sirenia van Ko'o...

The only thing i am thinking about after so many years ... why am i not allowed to cast agressive spells, why did my father told me never to fight!, .. and why dindt they tell me things out of my first 50 years i cant remember .............. maybe i will find an answer sometimes .. maybe

[Callahan]

Where shall I start? Hmm...

I think it was when I was...nine I believe. I was the oldest of three children. My mother was the Lady Lithia. My father was Sir Drederick. He was a knight in Her Magesties Royal Calvary. He was about...thirty, if I'm not mistaken. We owned a small farm in the country. The farm had not been producing well for the last few years, but strangely enough my father always had enough money to feed us and all of our servants. We never questioned him, for he had a temper hotter than a Fire Sword and twice as sharp.

One night, I was awakened by a powerful thirst. I left to get a glass of ale from a barrel my father kept in the kitchen. I finished my glass and was about to go back to bed when I heard the door of the manor slam shut. I saw my father enter the house, and light a candle. As he walked up the stairs, I saw the bloody dagger in his hand by the light from the candle. A million thoughts raced through my mind, but I put them all down. My father couldn't be a murderer!

I sat up for the next few weeks, watching for my father to leave the house again. One night, when there was no moon, he descended the steps and left. I quietly followed. Out in the stables, he untied his horse and rode off into the night. I grabbed my own steed and rode after him, praying that he wouldn't hear me and that I would not get lost.

To Be Continued...