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I never could remember where it was that I was born or when, most I could think of was the small village that i had lived in for the past 6 years before coming to the island of Illarian.  The old village was called Tulis, it was a small village of farmers and ex-soldiers of the border'd city.  I mainly remember the family I stayed with, An older woman and man and their son who wanted to become the greatest warrior.  He adopted me as his little brother because of his size but we always knew I was older, just didn't know how much older.  I always called him big bro so it didn't matter.  His name is Jhereg and he made the move to Illarion with me, he figured it would be a nice place to train his skills with other warriors the occupied the area.  We mainly moved to Illarion because of the death of his mother and to get away from his drunken father.  

As for my more distant past of how they found me, they found me collapsed on the ground.  They said it had almost seemed like I had been hit with numurous fire blast spells.  Yet what had puzzled them was that my clothes where all singed yet my body had not even taken a mark from the spells.  From what they could guess, the initial hit from the spells must have knocked my unconsious.  from then on I became a part of the family.

I can't tell you anymore about the past before they found me because like Dyluck, I to don't have my memories, the only things I have from my past is the journal, which I still haven't completed, the crest tatoo on my hand, and the ring I was wearing.  Maybe in my research of the journal might bring me closer to that answere.

I was born in a small dwarven mining community it was small and didnt have a name. One day when I was small a bard came no one knew why he came no one cared I finished my chores early and went to watch the bard he was telling a story of heroes and adventure I began thinking about going off and adventuring.  So a few days later I decided id go adventuring but where? then it hit me id hop on a boat it wouldnt matter where it was going to. So I stole some supplies and grabbed some weapons and armor from my father's shop. I went to the human city nearby which was a fishing town with a lot of ships. I hopped on board one of them and was able to hide by using my magic to make it harder to see me. One day I realized that the ship had stopped so stupidly i walked out fortunately they were taking the cargo out of the ship. With a bit of luck and help from my spells i managed to get off later he found out he had landed on the island of Illarion.

The story of Aragon is going on ...
you can read the first part in the thread
"Aragons Story: Präludium"
and the second part is developed now in the thread
"Aragons Story: Chaos Furioso"

you will find the story on the rpg-board of the Grey Rose:
http://www.moo3.at/illarion/board/cgi-bin/yabb/YaBB.cgi

(sorry, but the story is in german ...)

* a lizard enters the room... all eyes follow his way to the chair in front of the group... he take the chair and sit down on it... *

Ssome people herre know me and my hisstorry, but now I will tell you all what I know. It'ss not mucch, but ssomebody iss interressted maybe. What I know iss, that my family wass living in the norrth of Sssafaarr. They helped ssailorrss thrrough the rreefss arround the issland....

* all are staring at the lizard with his whispering voice. He's so silent, but everyone means, the voice whispers direct in the own ear. And the eyes. Black holes. Without emotions. Great black plains. With blue waves...
You can see a stormy night on sea. A ship rides on the waves through the reef. A lizard stay on the foredeck of the ship an give commands. It's the same whispering voice, but it seems, that all sailors can hear it through the storm. After a while, you can see a large shadow beside the ship. It looks like a big mountain, but in this moment it start to move. The lizard stares at the THING, out of control and the ship crash on a cliff. The sailors fall in the sea and the shadow lay over the scene. *

...I don't know, what happened, but the firrsst I can rrememberr iss laying on the beach of thiss issland. I don't know, what'ss happened to me. Therre arre only few picturress in my mind about a larrge ssnake in the ssea, but I don't know, what thiss sshould mean.

* the lizard stand up and go out of the room... you are not sure, that you have saw this, but it was so real... and it seems, that the lizard not know, what you have saw... *

i will tell you my life, once i was a itty bitty one, i lived with a poor orc family so did bomb, but thats not the point, the point is, i  was 3 years old when i found out of the power of magic and potions, than i grew to be 21 , i became a great druid, but one day, a giant cloud of Locust clouds headed tward me, i am still injured by that fatal slaugter, i was sufficated for  hours, than i found myself with my foster sister, Geld Geld, she healed me back to full health, and then i taught her the ways of potions, and she taught me alot of fighting strategys . but one day , we were walking back to the main town of illarion, when i  saw a army of Skellitons, heading our way, but we managed to use our potions wisly and fight at least some to get to the main illarion town, we settled there ever scince.


--------short life story from Boms---------

Hmm

sorry for all false spellings

The story of Aragon is going on ...
The third part has begun right now ...
"Aragons Story: Finalissimo"


you will find the story on the rpg-board of the Grey Rose:
http://www.moo3.at/illarion/board/cgi-bin/yabb/YaBB.cgi

(sorry, but the story is in german ...)

Here all... Dont forget theres a place to post up your individual stories. It makes it a lot easier to read stories when they're posted here instead of having to go through a different thread for every person. If you already put up your history somewhere else... maybe you could post it in here anyways.. just to keep everything organized. Ty

(Edited by Zahra Fiarai at 4:50 pm on Dec. 18, 2001)

Thy Coming Of Dipstick


Clad in black shadow, cloaked in snowy light, A pallid figure stands a shivering. Agent of darkness and of deepest night, Why do you stand in that place quivering? The winds of the night are slowly shifting As elemental forces quickly change. The clouds shadowing our souls are drifting; The People of Night move far out of range. The lives of the night creatures soon will end In painful sunlight and bright fire's flame.
A message for Life these dying things send:
"I Shall pass in victory and never defeat!"
Although happiness may be a good goal, Is achieving bliss worth losing the soul?


Born into this Realm on a quiet day, Having to leave thy secure enviorement he was put into.
Searching for other "Little People" Like him, his quest hath taken him into thy town of "Illarion".
Meeting many new people and not knowing whitch way to turn.

He Quickly goes to thy God:

Moshran - ~BoneLord~ and God Of Blood and Bones.

"What is this Info that I Seek", he asks himself. "What will happen to me if Choose to lead this lifestyle?", he wonders.
"I must......I Will.....", he says with confidence. As he heads out the door to the library he has his mind set upon Thy God Moshran.

"I Shall show and teach people of this god, I Shall form thy Guild, Thy Guild Servants Of Darkness, Form it and show others that evil shall once rule this realm again." , quickly said as he is hurrying through town.

Stopped in his tracks by a blind story teller he hears:

Hail, high Excess; especially in wine,
To thee in worship do I bend the knee
Who preach abstemiousness unto me.
My skull thy pulpit, as my paunch thy shrine.
Precept on precept, aye, and line on line,
Could ne'er persuade so sweetly to agree
With reason as thy touch, exact and free,
Upon my forehead and along my spine.

At thy command eschewing pleasure's cup,
With the hot grape I warm no more my wit;
When on thy stool of penitence I sit;
I'm quite converted, for I can't get up.

Ungrateful he who afterward would falter
To make new sacrifices at thine altar!
To one who, journeying through night and fog,
Is mired neck-deep in an unwholesome bog,
Experience, like the rising of the dawn,
Reveals the path that he should not have gone.

"Bahh! Ye are a fool old man", is quickly said as he shoves him away and makes haste.

They will know of me, Thy Drunken Master Mage Dipstick, And Of MY GOD, Lord Moshran!!", he says with anger.

They called him “Lord” Lothlion though no one remembered if the title was used in jest or if he was a scion of a Noble family. Many thought the later, blaming his strange behavior on the thin blood common in the Nobility from too many marriages between distant (and sometimes not so distant) families. Wherever the title came from, Lothlion had never said nor did he object to its use.

It was a spring day 10 years before when he had suddenly appeared in the abandoned cottage on the outskirts of the town. Over the next few days he was seen scrounging stones and metal from trash discarded by others. Several people went to meet him and all came back bearing the same story: The Dwarf is… unusual. His answers to their questions were short and terse, spoken in a mumble that made him hard to understand. What could be drawn from these encounters was that he was building a forge and that he was a smith.

A week after his arrival the glow of a fire could be seen in the in the windows of the little stone hovel for the first time. Now ten years later, he is a fixture in the town. Peasant wives would find themselves next to local Lordlings when they brought their pots to him to mend. And all were treated alike in his ever-glazed eyes as he mumbled a day for the patron to return.

Despite the fact that his work was as fine as anyone in the county could produce, be it pot or helm, many stormed out of his door swearing never to return. The story is told of the Lord who grabbed him and tried to drag him away from the forge so he could be served… and of Lothlion’s nigh hysterical screaming. Only the Lord’s retainers could prevent murder when the Dwarf picked up a recently repaired axe and began wailing at the Lord. When the local landowner came to arrest him, he refused to move until the blade he was tempering had cooled. He spent 2 months in a damp cell before being released and returning to his forge. He never mentioned the incident again.

Accepted by the townsfolk for what he is, he can be found in his forge or in the hills mining ore in any weather. The only person who he speaks with regularly is the scullery maid at the local tavern since they send over meals in return for whatever services they need. On an average day a person who ducked to enter his door might find him stoking the fire, mumbling what sounds like a chant under his breath or placing a razor’s edge on a battle-dulled sword while singing a song with lyrics none understood.

ooc:Im going o post everyones story on my website =)  

sort of like a stories section

My story is under a different heading called The Story of Sir Hope. I hope all will read it, it is in 5 seperet parts not all posted now but I will post each part seperatly thx.

*The knight stepped to the board to tell the continuation of his story. He wears a white cape and has lost his restless glance.*

Since the last time, I told my story here, much has happened. My life has changed. The Circle of the Grey Rose has become my new home. After a phase of restructering, I became a member of the High Circle, which leads the Rose. And about my mysterious past, I've found many news ....  
*the knight sighs and take a deep breath, as he remebers all, what ahd happend* ....

It will be better, I start at the end of the story, for it is easier to tell. My tatoo, my restlessness and a repeating and developping dream leaded me to my past. I derivate from an old noble and powerfull priest familiy of malachin. As a small child, my family consecrated me to Malachin and given me the tatoo of Malachin, the falcon with the two crossed swords in his claws. It seemed, that I was the only son of my parents and the last descendant of this noble familiy. So, all their hopes and powers were concentrated in me.
Cherass, one of the immortals of Moshran, seemed to fear the power of my family. For this, he let me be kidnapped by Drakhen Vorkalion, one of his servants. And Drakhen made a black ritual with me, dedicating me to Cherass, to decrease the power of Malachin within me. My familiy managed to find me and set me free again. In this action, Drakhen finds his death and from this time on, he is wandering through the world as Lich, making his worst plans on people. For fearing more threads against me, my parents gave me away as a foundling, laying me before the door of Galwan, where I grow up, knowing nothing about my past. Some time later, Drakhen takes revenge at my parents, killed them and tried to find me. But the wise decission of my parents, who gave me away, has prevented the worst and he loose my track.
After growing up and lose concioussness of my fate, leaving Galwan and searching for my past, the powers within me awake, fighting against each other, and I wasn't able to control them at least.
In this fight within me, I killed Alara and our child. Alara, a derivate of Bjolmur, one more of the three immortals of Moshran, was once my beloved, but left me.
A prophecy in an old book, found by Damien, cleared up things:

"A human, two immortals consecrated, has the power, through him, the basic principles of the world will be shaken. From old noble familiy of priests of malachin, signed with his tatoo and consecrated to Cherass, the bonelord.
A human, two immortals consecrated, he has the choice to decide, by wandering the plains of grey, the darkness and the light, the borderland of old and new. He recognices the bright, the shining and the shadow bane, the darkness and the truth, Knowing his past will help, fill his mind with enlightment, strenght of mind will break the ban, will seal the bind." And after that, my tatoo in the book, the falcon of Malachin.

At least, Drakhen found my track again and tries to get me and the power which is sleeping in me for his purpose. This went foreward to the threat against Troll's Bane and his attacks with his helpers. In the last of his attacks, I weakend him with holy water, so that he told me about my past and that it was he, who killed my parents and consecrated me to Cherass. This knowledge set the powers of malachin free and I fought against him and I defeated him. In Chergas plains of grey, in which my dreams have taken me, I met the falcon of Malachin and refused the skeleton of Cherass. The ban was broken and the bind is sealed. I'm free for Malachin, my God, being his Priest forever!

Many more tales can be told from this event and from people, like Lillith, Cosmaterra, Sirius, Damien and others, who stand trustworthy at my side. But this was done on another place.

*The knight walked away from the board.*


ooc: This is a summary of the events, happening in the first year of the new century, in the months october and november.
The whole story is written on the rpg-board of the Grey Rose (in german):
http://www.moo3.at/illarion/board/cgi-bin/yabb/YaBB.cgi
Informations to the history and gods of Illarion can be found by Nanuk Moonsilver:
http://www.moonsilver.de/Legends/legends.htm

(Edited by Aragon at 6:32 pm on Jan. 7, 2002)

OOC:

First off let me say this, my characters name, Andrew Horton, is myreal life name..without further adue..some of My HISTORY:

I Do not remember at what age it was that i got sent to a "Mental Hospital"...I think it was 14 or 15..anyways, Self Mutalation and acting out will do that to you...haha..Shortly after that at the age of 16 I got sent to a foster home.
. They were nice people. When I was 16 also, September the 9th 2001, My mother passed out of this realm. She died of Psyrois of the liver.. (She drank her self to death). My real dad left when i was 2..saw him last when I was 14...
I dont know what it is, but I have always been fascinated with blood..just watching it flow. I use to cut my self with razors just to watch and Taste it. Blood has a very familar taste to me. One such as a very bitter relationship, or a very bitter morning when the tempature hits rock bottom.
I use to cut on myself alot, Before the mental hospital and the foster home..thats all i did.
That and play Online rpg's..back then i was hooked on diablo 1 and Ultima Online..yes 4 years of my life wasted to UO..but they were so good fucking years.. Now that Im 18 irl, I dont want to grow up, get a job, move out, or just get on my life.
Most of it is the depression, lack of feeling good about my self, my mothers death, and just being plain fucking lazy. My brother is the same way..but alas, he deals his troubles with Alcohol..and I fear he will end up as my mother...dead and forgotten.

I Still dont know why the hell im writing this for my characters background..maybe because the way I act in illarion is how I am In Real Life..cocky..bitter/....an asshole...Insensitive. Who knows..Maybe I am just very misunderstood?
When I was In the foster home, they had me on Paxil.. A anti depressive, social mood anxeity drug. Supposed to make me more "intouch with Others" and less depressed. Well I Would say its not working for shit.
But that might be because I Havent taken it since I Left the foster home, Oct 19, 2001 - (My 18th B-day=)...Maybe Im writing all this for the attention? Maybe your asking yourself right now, "Boy this kid needs help.." Seriously tho, I dont want anyones fucking help..If I Had my way, I Would ask one of my closet friends to put a bullet in my head and to end this misreable life that has been attended to me.

Im not out for anyones fucking sympathy..I dont want to hear any lectures...If you see me in illarion, just dont fucking kill me because Im a Cannibal..talk to me, get to know me..get to know what its like to wake up everyday and just wish you were dead forever and ever because of a chemical embalance inside your brain. And how you realize your to much of a coward to kill yourself, so you continue leading this life, going no wheres and hateing others for acheveing so much, in game and not in game..

One of my biggest things in Illarion is the good vs the evil..I Mean, I wish that bror, or someone would reconize me for who i am, and not what I say..I Want to be part of illarion so bad i will do anything for it..I will roleplay to any lengths..There is this guy..drakhen volkien..(not sure of the last name)..anyways when I Heard he was in the forest south summoning deamons and red skeletons..i thought man, I want to be a well known evil rper so bad..damn these people and their "gm friends"..

Maybe some of the time, when it gets boring in illarion..maybe thats why I Kill..I Mean cmon..theres hardly anything to do right now..but i am going to hold it out until the next update..and the next..and the one after that...lol

Also as im writing this, ive realized how much of a dick i am to everyone, and im sorry..some times i dont mean it that way..it just comes out wrong, or I am depressed/pissed off, for reasons i dont even know..

If you still dont beileve anything I've fucking said, consider these 2 things before I Let you go:

1. What would he gain by making this off the wall shit up?

2. It is possible this person has had these things done in real life and feels this way about illarion.


All I'm saying is, if you see me in illarion, say hi and roleplay with me a bit..makes it more interesting for both of us..

Thanks and bye.

*end OOC*

#me walks off not sure of himself anymore

As with most Dwarves i grew up in da mines picking away at the rock for gems and gold wonderful gold ah what you can do with gold. but i talk to much about gold. so on to Beer we make good beer and weapons, but as a Dwarf i had to go out and see the open world it took me many years of wandering before i arrived on the shores of this little island with only a shovel and a small hammer to my name, which goes to prove playing cards with goblins is not a good idea i meet up with a young human call Daina and we roamed and mine and fought all that would stnd in our way. then i was marching through the forest when i heard a great booming voice that called to me. it was the voice of the god Bragon God of Fire he called me to his cave and there i praied for ten days until the path was shown to me, i was to go out and cleanse the world with fire and sword destroy all that is evil and corupt and those that insult the Bragon or any of the elder Gods and so to this day i wander the island helping people who ask me and defending the weak and i although weaker that a lot of people will continue to fight until i'm am turned to dust and forgoten by all but the Dwarves.

A long time ago I lived on an island called "Manchata". I lived with my family in adecent house by the forest. Idont remeber much of my past but I do remember this. I had a brother, we carried the samebirth marksthough we werent twiins. He waas a strong fighter, always teaching me new things and how to fight. One night afteer my supper, my mom and dada were arguing, me and my brother never saaw them like this before. When wewent to bed , i heard a big BOOM! Then iheard my brother screaming, i ran out my room and saaw 2 humans carry him off, my dad held my mom back. Strangely he didnt do anything but nod. I threw a spear at the human but he just grabed it and rolled it back to me. My dad said dont do anything son. But i couldnt just leave my brother there. So i gatherred my strength and did a cun jus ( im 5 yrs old). I was surprised thatmy daad kickedit out of the air. Ill never forget that night, my father said that he was taken off to go to war by the government. When i waas 20 i set off on a viking ship tofind new lands, i said goodbye to my family friends. The ship reached trolls bane, and now imhere still lookingfor my brotherwith the birthmark that looks like a dragon on his hip.

Name's Peggy, Peggy Komoshio.  I was just another teenage student in the 20th century.  Trying her best to make good grades to move on towards even more educations.  It was the day before the new century, I can still vaguely remember, December 31st, 1999.  A rather unusual dark, and stormy night.  Everyone in the family was out for celebration except for me.  I was not in the celebration mood.  So far it had been an awful year for me, marks dropped at least ten percent from last year.  I noted to myself that I must some how, no matter what, pull my grades up before the report cards were issued.  There I was, seating in front of my desk, reading slowly through my history textbook.  The rain was splashing, thunder roaring, and all the sudden, BAM, all the lights went out.  I looked around the house, all was quiet, and lights were still out.  I walked down the hall and stood beside the grandfather clock, staring at the piece of work created by nature.  The lighting stroked down the power line in front of my house. ?quot;What a lucky shot, maybe I should get myself some lottery tickets..."  I humored myself.  Looked back inside the house, and there I was, alone in the dark, not a single thing to do.  I decided to go and find myself some candle, at least then I could move around the place without having to worry about tripping over.  In the dark, I slowly moved towards the stairs, looked at the time, and went down.

It took me a whole 10 minutes to find the candle and light it.  I slowly walked back up stairs covering the fire, hoping it wouldn't die on me.  Slowly, the dark gloomy hallway became bright from the candlelight.  Straight ahead, I see nothing but the grandfather clock, 10:45.  Just fifteen minutes until the new century.  Since I've got nothing else better to do, I decided to just look out the window, hoping that someone will come by to fix the power line.

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, I found myself in the dark, silence corner lit by the little candle I am holding in my hand.  All was silent other then the grandfather clock.

Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
...
...
...
...

I turned around and look at the clock again, 10:55, asked myself,
"Who are you kidding? No one is going to come and fix the power line in this condition.  Everyone's probably downtown in some house club enjoying themselves, partying without me.  Just hit the sac and everything will be fine by tomorrow morning...  Everything will be fine in the morning..."
I quickly brushed up and got changed for bed, gave up all hopes for people to come and repair the power line.  Blew off my candle and went to bed.  It must've been quite energy consuming for me to study all night, I fall a sleep almost instantly.

*Riiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnng*
*Riiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnng*

"Urrg... What time is it?"  I said as I slowly walked out of my room. I looked down the hall and quickly found the grandfather clock - 11:45. ?quot;Who'd call at this time of the night anyways?"  Scrambling in the dark, I manage to find the phone and matches. I lit my candle once again, and picked up the phone.

"Hello? Who is it?  Do you have any idea how late it is?"  I said, quite angrily as well.
"....", the other side was dead silent, not even a breathing sound.
Couldn't hold back my anger, I shouted into the phone "Hey, you just woke me up at 11:45 for this kind of prank call?  What kind of jerk are you anyways???"
"....", still, the dead silent, not a single sound.
I slam the receiver back down to the set, and turned around.  Just as I move the first step back towards my room, the phone rang again.  I stared at it for a second, and thought, "If I'm ever going to find out who this lifeless moron really is, I'd have to pick up the phone..."  So I turned back around, and picked up the receiver.

"Hello?", the receiver said...
It was a deep, slow, calm, and warm voice.  I seem to recognize that voice, yet can't picture it together with the person...
"Hello," I replied. "How may I help you?"
"Hello Peggy, it's me, Mr. Kemire.  Your history teacher.", he said.
"I called a bit earlier, but you sounded very angry and hung up on me before I could reply..."  he continues.

"So it was Mr. Kemire who called...  Maybe I shouldn't have been so mean earlier", I thought to myself.

"Hello Mr. Kemire, what make you call me at such late hour?"  I replied through the receiver.
"I noticed that your marks isn't as good as it was last year, and I can tell that you've been trying everything to try to pull it back up.", he said, "so I decided to give you a hand and help you out a bit."

I was awakened from half asleep instantly when I heard that. ?quot;Did I really made it that obvious?", I thought to myself.

"Yes, my marks dropped drastically from last year.  Is it something that I'm not doing right?  How can I get help from you?" I replied to the phone.
"It's not what you're doing that's wrong, it's just that you are probably not the best student for my ways of teaching.  I usually prefer notes and text, but you, you are a hands-on type of person...", Mr. Kemire said.  After a brief of silence, he continues,
"Would you like to go on a field-trip?"
"Excuse me?!?"  I said. "A Field-trip?  You phoned me up at this hour to ask me if I would like to go to the museum?  Why didn't you just keep me after school to ask me that?"  I said.
"No, no, you've got me wrong.  You're not going to the museum...  Museum won't help you all that much...  I was thinking more like..."  said Mr. Kemire.
"More like what?  You know, I am pretty sure that you know the students aren't really not into boring trips..."
"...More like back in time..." He said.

At the split second when the words came out of the receiver, I was shocked. "But time traveling is not possible!  We don't have the technology to travel in time yet! Also, even if I do manage to go back in time, how would I get back???" I said, half panic, half excited.
Time traveling?  We've always thought Mr. Kemire is a little crazy when he teaches, but has he finally gone nuts?  Time traveling is just too much for even his standards...  I turned around and looked at the grandfather clock, 11:57.
"Time is against us, Peggy.  I don't have all the time to explain everything to you.  You must hurry and decide now, or forever regret this." He said.
I thought to myself, why don't I foolish this old teacher for some fun.  He's got to be drinking too much at the party, and said "sure, why not.  What's there to lose?"
As soon as those words got out of my mouth, lighting struck the power line that's already laying on my front yard.  I thought to myself, "but how?  Wasn’t I on the phone?" ?The phone went dead once again.
"Hello?  Mr. Kemire? You there?"
What's going on?  What's happening here?  Wasn't I just on the phone with my history teacher?  Wasn't the power line down?  How was I talking to him then?  Questions quickly flooded my head, and before I know the answer to any of them, I notice the entire house begin to light up.  Slowly, from the first floor, slowly, each and every room became bright. ?There I was, standing at the end of the hallway, looking, watching every single room on the hall to light up.  I looked around in confusion, noticing that the lights weren't turned on.  What's with this eerie light that's slowly coming towards me?  I looked at my watch, 11:59:38 PM Dec 31...

The light continued moving towards me, slowly, and swallowed me in all.  Slowly, around me, all I see is the light.  Furniture, grandfather clock, the phone, the walls, everything, slowly disappears from bottom up.  Yet I remain standing.  Slowly I notice my clothing was fading away, along with my watch...  New clothing appeared around me, medieval time clothing for a warrior lady.  I looked around, panic, wondering what is going on, and looked at my watch for the very last time. ?1:59:59 PM Dec 31, and past out.

I must've been out for days before I heard of anything.  Slowly, I regain conscious, and heard a small, weak, little voice... "Time to wake up and enjoy your trip, Peggy.  I hope you find it interesting, oh and by the way, I'll be expecting a five pages essay on this... Now, wake up, wake up, wake up......"

I stood up, looked around, and here I am, standing in an old fashioned library.  Around me, all I see is rows and rows of book solve.  I was holding a hammer in my right hand, and carrying a shovel on my belt...  People told me that I've arrived in a place called Illarion, an illusion, and fantasy place...  They asked for my name, and I told them the first thing that came to mind, "I am Peace Keeper"...  I must've read too much about Canada peace keeping during war and major battles the night before I got here... ?

I told myself, my job here is going to be the peace keeper, and protect the innocent, restlessly, no matter under what condition...  At least until I can find Mr. Kemire, until I find Mr. Kemire.......  From that day forth, I was known as Peace Keeper...

Many years have pasted, I seldomly remembers the old times of future.  More and more I interact with people here, the more and more I realize that this is where I belong.  Every now and then I head to the river at night, seat beside a large rock and look upon the moon hanging in the sky.  Thinking of what's going to happen in the short future.  Yet remembers nothing in the books of this wonderful place - Illarion.







OOC:
The above story is completely fictional, any coincidentals on names, incidents, and or matters were not meant to be in connection with the relvent events.

(My story isn't exactly a character history, but it is located here.)

I wasnt always a lizard...once i was a great and mighty dwarf king (you can read more of my history in the great book"the hobbit". after i was wounded in the battle of five armies i was thought to be dead. but after i was burried a group of very powerfull mages dug me up and took me out to sea.when we got their i found out that they were all lizard men.(i had never seen the likes of these people before.) then a motherly female lizard came and asked me if i whished to become one of the lizard people and save my life. i asked them if i ws dead but they just asked me again. so i complied. i sad that i did wish to be one of there peoplethen all i could remember was waking up in the depthes of the ocean. i started to panic!i held my breth! but then a voice said in the language of the lizards(i did not know how i understood it ) "breathe" so i tried to breath after i was out of breath. and too my amasement i could breath...and when i could calm down i had the chance to look at my body. I was a lizard! then i was suddenly in the presence of the great godess Zelpha's presence. i was amased. then she said you have benn chosen to have your life givin back too you as a lizard. i whish that you will  become great among men and all the other races as you once were.you will be sent to Illarion. then i woke up as if i had never even benn on that trip with Bilbo the hobbit, because i could remember my life as a lizard yet i could still remember my life as a lizard. so i stated my journy in illarion.