anyway Im kickin it off with some good rp))A small settlement outside of Salkamar, a small community of monkish men and women following the ways of the gods in their truest way. Here every man and woman vows to non-violence, to live peacefully amongst all. Orc tribes would not raid for fear of the priests legendary curses that never lead to death or harm... just dreadful misfortunes. The greatest crime here was murder and blasphemy, but it was never met with imprisonment or execution, just a curse and exile. Here... A terror was born.
He grew to be a large man with a striking appearance and heavily muscled from his toils at the menial work all young men did here. It was his questions that made the elder priests fear, even as a boy he questioned it all. Life, death, our existence, and most importantly the gods. He showed much interest in Moshran's "failure" and claimed many times the gods were Hypocrites in every way. One day a travelling mercenary band came through to get supplies he followed them watching them with an intense curiosity. These men knew how to kill, and death needless to say, was fascinating to the young man. He studied their "tools", their movements, for 3 days he shadowed them until one of the night sentries came across him trying to make off with some of their food stores. They took the strange and silent young man back to the settlement. The elders were fearful as to what had been done to the man, he told them nothing, and so he was ordered to fast and pray before the five for their guidance in his confused youth. Again he was silent he went to his fasting chamber sporting his own altar to the five elder gods. At which he left the chamber in the dead of night raiding the pantry and taking a goat back to the chamber. And upon the altar he beat the poor struggling animal to death and gorged on all the food from the pantry, and profaning himself before the altar as sexually depressed men do in their privy chambers. On the morn one of the elders beheld the scene in terror and a council was commenced, Ulquiorra was brought before them. He simply said.. "I am the bane of the gods, know me for I shall bring dread to your weak hearts, and bring you the only true blessing of this world, and that is death." At which he rose breaking a leg from the wooden chair and rushing the elders, he grabbed one by the throat lifting him as he struggled and stabbed him swiftly in the heart, many of the elders fled in terror but one calmly stayed tears streaming down his eyes, "My son, what have you done? Where have I gone wrong?" Ulquiorra sneered and came close to the elder who was his father. "Your son? My dear elder, I fear that I have no father, and for all said purposes, I have no soul. Now before I kill you and give you the one true blessing, I want you to pray to your gods, pray they strike me here where I stand." By this time young men of the village came in subduing the giant man who appeared to put no effort into struggling.
From that day Ulquiorra the Dreadhart was exiled and cursed to never set foot upon his home land again, as when he tried to enter he met a force like that of a great wind holding him back, at this he gave a ghastly smile. "I shall come back, my elder. To make due my promise and give you all the true blessing, you shall truly wish you killed me this day, and in that moment you will see how wrong all your vows truly are."
