The slow thrum of dull pain coalesced into a solid pressure of pure agony
as awareness swept across his consciousness. A haze of light filtered
through closed eyelids as pain eventually forced them to crack open. The
sunlight cut small rays of brilliance all around the large stone room. He
forced himself to move his head to take in the large stone statues around
the temple, then swooned from the effort as blackness rose to swallow him.
A soft ambiance, the evening setting sun, and chanting praises to someone he
couldn't quite make out. These are what he found when next he woke. Night
was almost here, he realized as thoughts of shelter and cover seemed to be
the only important things at that moment. Struggling to his feet, he fought
of swirling dizzyness as he took account of his surroundings and his
situation. He was in a large stone temple, statues of what must be dieties
all about him. Above him rose a large tentacle-wielding statue, the light
of the settings sun running along the floor up to the very foot of the
statue but stopping there. Shadow filtering down from the ceiling covered
it's head so that he couldn't quite make out the old weather worn features.
He inspected himself and all he had on him were the dented, worn-out armor
plates and a weird-looking tabard. "Strange..." he thought to himself and
tried to remember how had he gotten to this weird temple. Hours passed,
fleeting memories returned though they largely created more questions than
they answered. His name was Drachen, of that he was sure, though he didn't
know where he came from or who Drachen really was. He grabbed a sword from
the wall nearby, as if he was drawn to it. His physical talents never
seemed to have left, he was able to lift a greatsword, fight with the wisdom
of a scholar and strike with warrior-like precision that only years of
training could have given him. But none of this was a certain answer for
who he was, only a string of possible clues. He felt weak and tired after
testing his swordmanship, stumbling back to his bed, he dozed off almost
instantly...
His dreams were varied, and at times they were filled with visions of
worship. Dreams showed him many things, light filtering about demons though
this was combined with pain. Robed men walking in line chanting while
carrying candles and books. Kneeling people surrounding dark altars, all of
them seeming combined into a joined communal congregation. A sense of
entitlement always seemed to fill Drachen when he had these dreams.
When Drachen woke it was jolting and sudden. Cold sweat covered his body,
making the cloth under his worn-out armor stick to his skin. He had dreamt
of his past, of his fight against those they called the dwarves. He had
seen himself slinking through the shadows of a great mountain, a greatsword
in hand, sliding into place behind a dwarven king. He was ready to strike
and slay the dwarf, and then the world shook. Drachen remembered looking
behind him as everything seemed to vibrate, remembered seeing a
tentacle-wielding demon rise above him as darkness fell from the ceiling.
And that is when he was struck with something falling from above, a loose
stone perhaps.
These visions shook Drachen greatly. He remember what his purpose had been,
though still not much more than the continued fighting during times long
passed. He remembered arguing with his 'brothers-in-arms' about the need to
push beyond what they considered righteous. Everyone must be willing to do
everything and anything to finish what they started. He remembered disgust
at their lack of conviction to the kill, how it drove him mad. There were
times when he broke things and wandered off on his own to stew in anger at
their weakness.
Description (commended):
The giant-like human before you looks like a cruel abomination of
something utterly evil and vile. His once pale blue eyes have now become
tarnished with bright red cracks of energy, turning them into a fractured
mirror of power... a lack of sleep apparent from the heavy sags growing
beneath his eyes. His frost-touched hair seemed to be well-kept at one
point despite an obvious hard upbringing, but it falls now over his face as
if through some sad attempt he could hide his demonic visage from the world.
His face a volcano of emotion, a haunted soul that stares inward and has now
exploded with anger onto the world. One of the most daunting features to
mark this figure is that his once unblemished pale human flesh has now began
to decay - pocketed holes cover places of his body, hived out as the
infernal energies he calls upon drain his essence. Large enough to create
small honeycomb caves, a small gathering of locusts have now taken refuge
inside of his body. As they wander in and out of their new home to explore
the feast of Serin, the giant man takes no notice. His equipment is
haphazardly collected and stitched together without much thought, he hides
this less social attire together underneath a worn cloak ragged, thick and
the color of dirt. Sharpened weapons hang from his hands without focus, a
once ferocious obsession that has come untethered - the dark whispers of
magic bumbling from his cracked lips.
not sure how someone levels passed 25. I've done it a few times but on chars I didn't care about. so really you either had absolutely no interest in the char and we're destined to delete early. oh wait.. or you consciously leveled passed thinking there wouldn't be recourse. either way glad another silent pk trash is gone.
m1coftw
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I started ranking once my application was denied without level passing. Me and Sevaush were waiting a week+ for a reason to be clarified, but it never came, so I kinda went yolo-suicidal and deleted when i felt the character has gone wrong already anyway...
Sevaush
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$#%#$^$#%^ m1co! You like to waste people's time just before you delete. And I even got a mob death helping you!
fyi... one week is not that long of a wait. i read your tell on my log scrollback when i woke up and then saw your graveyard post right after. for all the effort you put into the char (and others put into rp'ing with you), that was a terrible waste. i would likely have tried to build a story with you.
Vanisse
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to elaborate, just build your rp with what you can do on your own. people will be drawn to it over time and great things can happen, with or without imms. we do notice those who put in the extra effort and try to reward you, but we're not always around all the time; life gets in the way sometimes. please have patience :)
m1coftw 0 , 0 , 0 . I started ranking once my application was denied without level passing. Me and Sevaush were waiting a week+ for a reason to be clarified, but it never came, so I kinda went yolo-suicidal and deleted when i felt the character has gone wrong already anyway... Sevaush 0 , 0 , 0 . $#%#$^$#%^ m1co! You like to waste people's time just before you delete. And I even got a mob death helping you!
[reply to tayyah]m1coftw 0 , 0 , 0 . Im missing out on several kills actually. Not sure why or how. From my count I should have like 12 pinnacle kills and about 13 non-pinnacles killed Cedowyl 0 , 0 , 0 . That sounds like a bug.
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Vanisse 0 , 0 , 0 . to elaborate, just build your rp with what you can do on your own. people will be drawn to it over time and great things can happen, with or without imms. we do notice those who put in the extra effort and try to reward you, but we're not always around all the time; life gets in the way sometimes. please have patience :)
[reply to Vanisse]Kornhole 0 , 0 , 0 . Sorry, I know this doesn't belong here, but wtf Sarcin? M1co as well?
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