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Shughurd



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PostPosted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 1:42 pm    Post subject: Most interesting to read backgrounds.

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At an early age Vanakoth learned to play the game. He knew how
to simulate the expressions of those around himself to gain what
he wanted. He could cry, he could laugh, he could lie. It all
came very natural to him. He assumed that everyone else was also
playing the same game.

Vanakoth was so good at playing the game that he grew to be very
popular. He was making the right jokes at the right times, smiled
at the right moments and always knew what to say - but he felt so
empty inside. Was this game really all there was to living? He
wanted to ask someone but one of the rules of the game was apparantly
that you do not talk of it.

Sometimes the game made him very tired. Like when that one girl
kept following him and looking at him. He had been playing it all
day and he just wished to get home and rest his wings. But no she
had to follow him around and force him to play it. Eventually it
apparantly led to some situation where he was to (according to the game)
lean over and be very close to her, something which had always
given a sickening feeling to Vanakoth.

So instead he placed one of his hands on her beak and then slowly
placed the other around her throat. Then he began squeezing with all
his might.

As she frantically tried to push him away with panic filling her eyes
adrenaline pumped into his blood and for the first time he began to
feel alive. Getting rid of the body Vanakoth decided to chase that
feeling, the one escape he had from the game.





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Faster. Faster. Faster.

A single thought blazed through her head. Unheeding of her
surrounding, she furiously flapped her wings, weaving a path of
masterful exuberance and panic through the pale moonlight that
illuminated the blood red creatures underneath her. Amidst the
carnage of a hazy battlefield were half ripped bodies of
various races, thrashing even more vividly to escape the gray
veil of nonexistance and death. Or possibly to embrace the dark
void and escape the howling tone of a cadre of hellhounds being
called to a feast. Strewn alongside their fallen comrades were
broken jagged weapons, once living and screaming for blood with
their master's will behind their life, now only inanimate
decorations in a world of turmoil. Yet even the battlefield was
long forgotten in the mind of Khara'ri, a simple arial female
who, despite being an outcast and a representative of a
tentative truce between the high elves and the arial city,
gained the trusts and friendship of her elven counterparts. Who
became as accepted within the secretive high guards of the high
elven elite guards as any other elves. Who now has clenched in
her slender hands a trinket pulsing with outrage and sentience
stolen from deep within the enemy camp. Behind her, snarling
with rage and flying with purpose, were various creatures of
different shape and size. One thing was common within their
ranks - a petulant desire to force their misshapen muscles and
rip the intruder to shreds.

Gasping with fatigue, the adrenaline boost of a near sought out
victory proved too little for Khara'ri as one of the demons
chasing her spit out a glob of acid. Skewering her right wing,
the acid sizzled and snapped as a hoarse cry of pain erupted
from the heroine's dry throat. The single word "faster" became
light buzz as a dull haze of blackness began to creep into her
mind. She could almost hear the chants of her fallen comrades
welcoming her into a wonderful eternal sleep. If not for the
feeling of evil oozing from her hand, she might have embraced
the end. If not for the trinket, she might have fallen only as
a heroine who failed to accomplish her task. Yet even the
greatest of intentions and bravery does not overcome ancient
darkness.

A loud shrill suddenly erupted from her mouth, almost as if she
was being fueled by renewed strength. Slowly, than ever quicker,
the rush of the desire to go even faster returned to her mind.
Her spiral to her meaningless death halted suddenly, just before
the snapping and foaming mouths of the hellhounds waiting for
a thrashing prey. With the renewed strength, and an overwhelming
exuberance, her muscles contracted even quicker as she dodged
the fell magic thrown her way.

For days she traveled, unaware of the fatigue in her body,
unaware of the near shattered tendons of her wings. Always
beneath her were piles of corpses and weapons, a pandemonium of
weapons as if a tornado of pure unadulterated anguish spewed
carcasses in abundance. And yet, she did not realize that she
was actually going in circles, as the only thought blazed into
her mind was to reach her destination faster. Unknowing that
the war was already over, the battle already defeated, and
only the scavengers are left throughout the battlefield.
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Ergorion



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PostPosted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 6:52 pm    Post subject:

How many backgrounds did you read? And why did you read them?
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Davairus
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PostPosted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 8:54 pm    Post subject:

Because he probably wrote them himself. By the way, good backgrounds don't start over-dramatic like Kanye West songs. That's really cliche'd.
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Erlwith



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PostPosted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 10:15 pm    Post subject:

MR WEST
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Mahkan



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PostPosted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 4:07 am    Post subject:

My all-time favorite is Grimp's.
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PostPosted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 4:46 am    Post subject:

Well nobody is asking for Wordsworth or something like that. But please.
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Mahkan



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PostPosted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 5:27 am    Post subject:

Are you saying my posts are too short?
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deauja



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PostPosted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 9:52 pm    Post subject:

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Olu Zerim came from Timaran a peacable city where mild days past no
faster than the clouds. It was easy to live there playing with
other children and learning about life there was little drama
in Olu Zerims early days.

as Olu grew to the age where the girls and boys seperated their
play he began to fight with his friends and kin, there was
something wrong with Olu as an Avian and he knew that he would never
be accepted by this world of flowers and poetry. Something
was happening to Olu's wings as dark feathers replaced the snowy
white color that had been given him by his family.

Olu fought his parents attempts to console him with vile anger,
to wear these wings would mark him as an outcast from his good
family and he knew life would never be the same. he attacked his
family and left home to take refuge in south Timarans dark streets.
one night as he passed the Ninjas guild high in flight he spotted
a young purple woman, Olu came down closer to the ground to get
a better look. her skin glowed in the moonlight, and Olu was
entranced by the surreal beauty of this dark creature.

follwing her to the Unlit city, he took off his glowing light
and flew after the Ninja close behind. suddenly a Drow thief
came from the shadows and backstabbed Olu Zerim hard in the spine
Olu shrieked in pain and fell to his knees, he fainted and
lay bleeding in the dark city.

Olu arrived from the brink of death on soft dry quilts, there
was dark bread and strong smelling fruits set beside him on
a small buckler. he peered around the dimly lit room at the
burning candles with shades over the lit flame noticing
for the first time the object of his affection, a deep purple
drow with elegant posture was fixing her eyes on him.

the Drow was there during the day allways caring she gave
Olu food while he regained his vitality. before long Olu
had become the Drows tool, he would spy on the other guilds
using his wings to stay high above suspicion. as he got
older and became a young man the Drow bedded him, and the
love was so fullfilling for the Avian boy he had at last
found a place to be home. two months passed in bliss and
the Ninja was suddenly gone, Olu took to Darkhaven and
joined the warrior guild so he could grow to be the warrior
which he now knew he could be and search for his dark muse.
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Kalist19
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PostPosted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 1:33 am    Post subject:

I can't find Grimp's anywhere. Can't find him in graveyard.
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Mahkan



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PostPosted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 6:57 am    Post subject:

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The gnome village may appear peaceful to an unobservent... Observer. In
truth it is a place of cruelty, pain, and genocide. Random adventurers
often enter the village for no better reason than to slaughter as many
gnomes they can get their hands on. These acts of random carnage have
forced the gnomes to mate with one another as often as they are able. Most
gnomes are of little importance, content to tend their homes, shops, and
make gnome love, but every ten generations there is born a gnome who is
quite different. Grimpinov and Gimpilionette Gimpstoffsky were much the
same as other gnomes of the village. Grimpinov was a scientist and
Gimpilionette was a home tender. They would go about their business as
other gnomes, dodging adventurers whenever they appeared, and mating like
rabbits whenever given the opportunity. It just so happened that during one
of their mating sessions the cosmos were aligned in a very particular way.
This alignment caused a fluxuation in the weave that touched every mortal
for barely an instant, but that was also the instant these two gnomes
reached bliss. Unbeknownst to both gnomes this was a night of conception,
but not of any ordinary gnome child. Conception occured at the exact moment
they were both touched by the Weave. The pregnancy was as any other.
Gimpilionette's belly got large and Grimpinov expanded the house to make
room for the baby. When the baby was born the parents immediately knew he
was different. Sometimes when he was held the air seemed to tingle around
him, and when he sucked on the supple nipple of his mothers breast she oft
felt alternating burning, freezing, and electrical sensations. As he grew
up he was taught his father's craft. He cought on quite quickly and had
nearly matched his father's skill at the age of ten. The child, Grimp by
name, seemed to have a potential that was being held back by the simple
village life of his exisence. Whenever Grimp and his father travelled to
Seringale on business he would always run off and watch the guards in their
shining armor, or find some wizard or mage to interrogate with questions.
At the age of seventeen Grimp told his parents the news that he would be
leaving the village for good. His father had arranged for Grimp to
apprentice under his brother. When Grimp left for Seringale he brought with
him his keen sense of right and wrong, his keen intelligence for science,
his miraculous potential for magic, and perhaps most evident of all, his
lust for women of all shapes, sizes, and races.
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Vertas



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PostPosted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 7:46 am    Post subject:

I don't really like any of my backgrounds, all the ones that were in the graveyard didn't really build up to their "potential" until later, there is one however that i think has kinda a clever plot to it, I dont wanna delete him yet because his pk record = suckage at the moment...New class for me...I has music lysdexia, you knows that, I...I don't likes to talks about it.
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