Backgrounds

[DarkFire]

ok everyone has descriptons how about some backgrounds that you have or immortals that you have read?

[m1co]

My puny background attempt: (for human necro)

Your background is:
Now, in my autumn years there was need. I walked behind my creation and
his bones gleamed with soft magic, lighting my path in the dark. The
skeleton was made to fight for me. I robbed bones from a warrior's grave to
create him. He would have been stronger had the corpse been fresh, but my
people were offended at the violation of their dead. My skeleton was
beautiful. Glowing a muted azure, his bones lit my way into the mine shaft
and we penetrated the darkness side by side, searching for the old enemy of
my kind, the darklings. My Grandfather fought darklings in his younger
days. As a child I sat at his knee and listened to stories of the monsters
that defended the violated earth. The earth goddess, Tellus, was jealous of
her treasures. Tellus hated the mine but it was how we lived. Speaking of
me, i was old, older than most of the living, i remembered nothing from my
childhood besides my grandpa whom was banished into the void for eternity.
And now, here i was old and weak, searching for power and youth. I was old
to do this. The skeleton and I made a good match. Both of us were aged and
our bones brittle. My knees were stiff, aching in the cold mine. The hair
I pushed away from my eyes was white and thin. There was a good chance, as
we entered the mine, that we were going down into our own tomb. My skeleton
became accustomed to life, after laying dormant for so long in his grave.
He was armed with the ax I used to chop wood for my fire.
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A stunted, vicious darkling ran at us. Its eyes glowed yellow, and its
jagged jagged teeth reflected the light from my wand. The darkling's body
was so twisted I felt surprised it could move quickly. I raised my polished
bone wand and power surged up my arm into the wand's shaft. Runes, carved
along the wand's length, flashed and a spear of energy the color of blood
shot out of the tip. Magic lanced into the darkling's chest. My skeleton
swung his ax, and hacked at the darkling. It barreled past us, the
yellow-lit eyes fading as it fell to the dirt. My warrior threw back his
head and chattered his teeth. I smiled at his display of pleasure. A
wind-driven spray of black ichor came howling out of the dead creature. The
fetid liquid coated my skeleton. Hot blood whipped my robe around and
tossed my hair back, It was the magic of the kill: the deathwind. My own
creation, it siphoned energy from the dead monsters to fuel my magic. My
wand fed on it, growing hot against the palm of my hand. Power surged
through my body, a sensation like sudden emersion in heated oil. The
stiffness in my bones receded. I felt young and strong again. It excited
me. Perhaps this task was not impossible. I rushed to meet the next
monster and the next, gaining energy with each kill. The bodies of five
darklings littered the narrow mine shaft when I stopped and wiped the ichor
from my cheek. My skin was torn and slashed, but there was relief in the
bottle of spiced green fluid tucked into my belt. The apothecary brewed it
just this morning. He charged me dear for it. Three skeletons served him
now, and I lost as many spells. It took a year to prepare the scroll that
helped me create them, but I had no choice. I knew this old body would not
stand up to the stress of battle. As I drank the potent mixture my wounds
tingled, and then began to heal. I was relieved that the pain would not
last long. My dead friend was not so lucky. He was worn, his energies
almost drained, his bones cracked and brittle. Mercifully, I dispelled the
incantation that animated him. He crumbled into dust. Alone, I looked at
my wand. It seemed puny, not strong enough to inflict damage to the many
monsters in this cavern. I needed another warrior quickly. I was could not
summon more than two skeletons at a time. I was quickly exhausted when
running, and I took too much damage when struck. The mine was deep and
infested with enemies. Could I do this?
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It took me a year in the mines, to purge it, and become more powerful than
ever, but i was lost, i was lost like a little child in the dark forest.
Finally, i found a way out, but the realms seemed different, it wasnt the
same place i used to live... I read a sign... A dusty sign, with "Thera"
written on it... Uh.. What is this place?

[Amdorin]

You can also check out the graveyard of caballed chars. They require a background so I'm sure you'll find many there.

[Quiet Wanderer]

Aldacers is a figgin book, so i'll post it later when I feel like dredging it up. But most bg's can be found in the graveyard.

[Altheripper]

[Vanisse]