Aging too slow for humans and too fast for the elves, Llloyied found
himself between two worlds and looking for stability. In this quest for a
place to call home, and a place to feel safe, Seringdale was a blazing
beacon of hope. Not only was the city diverse, the clear laws and vigilant
eye of the Justice Cabal made this a Mecca in the eyes of a young half
breed.
If you want a more indepth version of my past, whore is the first curse word
I learned and mongrel was the first slight I remember directed at me. My
mother was a free spirited elven woman, she enjoyed the company of others
and sometimes even young human men. I don't recall her ever collecting
coins from anyone and yet that one word came up a lot. Whore was said
almost as much as her actual name. It is interesting because elven society
seems more free spirited in general but bearing a half breed is apparently
an unwanted reminder of unspoken sin.
The word mongrel is in fact pronounced the same in elvish and common. If we
share blood, why not share the slur? After years of similar insults I have
found a kinship in the term mongrel. It is a slight to mean I am only as
valued as a dog, somehow less than a person. But here is the thing, dogs
are loyal, and if you speak with hate in your heart, it doesn't matter what
you say. Call me a mongrel if you will but say it with a friendly tone.
For when you befriend a dog, they are loyal to a fault.
When I left the elven treetops I had already matured more than my elder
brother, the man of the house, if you will. Imagine that, my mother's
eldest son, favored as first born and still a snot nosed child when I was
ready to find my own way. I have no resentment for my brother, but by the
time he has his own family, I am sure to have grey hair.
Still young when I found my father. His identity never concealed from me.
Believing I was ready to take on the world, though that time was just the
foolish idealism of a rebellious teen. Thankfully my reunion was welcomed
by my father. He was no longer a young horny man chasing that flawless body
of a petite elven woman but a seasoned guard, proud, and earning a livable
wage. Nothing grand but enough for us to keep out of the rain and avoid
most hunger pangs. The years before my arrival had granted my old man some
wisdom and so he did his best to always make me feel welcomed.
The first thing I noticed about my new city, the smell. Pungent like a
punch in the nose as the smell of piss and sick wafts up from the ancient
sewers. This was a stark contrast to living with nature and wild flowers.
Now I don't even notice the smell. Making this my home I would probably
miss it if I left. When I came here though, not all was left behind.
Mongol, the name had followed me to the city. If not for my father, my time
here would have been marred and bloody, probably mostly with my mixed blood
being spilt. I kept a level head and respect the law, but even if I had
split some bigots lip, I am sure I could do no harm in my father's eyes. He
retired near Solace, spends most of his time painting with an old friend.
Magic has always been easy to me, like second nature the strange semantic
structures and gestures were easy to pick up. I told my father once I did
not need to study because I was doing better than other kids testing at the
high tower of magic. He informed me that meant I needed to study twice as
hard so I never end up a gong farmer or cleaning the sewers I complained so
many times about.
And that's it. With a little show of talent that tower got hooks in me
before I knew what path of magic I wanted to study. After a few years as
one of their whipping boys I learned the principles of illusion and moved
on. Now I am free once more to find my way with no debt or allegiance to
speak of.
Description:
His face is ageless, neither old nor young, though it is plain to see
concern weighs heavy with a furrowed brow. Hair a vibrant auburn as the
shadows of twilight seep between a continuous braid circling his crown.
Eyes as grey as a clear evening and in them a light like the light of stars.
A tell of mixed blood appears from misshapen ears. Too sharp to be human
but slightly cropped compared to a true elf. Height, build and smile were
as common as any in a farmers market, yet those graceful movements still
made his flow through the crowd like a leaf on a gentle stream.
Well been at my new job about 2 months and not seeing any free time in the near future. It's not fair to keep ol Lloyied on life support.
Had fun, as always, playing an illusionist. Hands down gate is the best spell. Sure sanctuary will help you pk, but gate around and you got a handful of potions. Lots of changes to this class so I am sure to check it out eventually.
Thank you again everyone who keeps this game alive and cleans up the code.
Resatimm
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Had many interactions w you over multiple chars. Was always good fun!
A pity to see you go before we had a chance to meet in game, but that's totally understandable! Good luck in the real world, and feel free to come back when circumstances change!
I really liked lllllloyied! Great to hear that things are going well IRL Grayden! I’ll echo the sentiment that I hope things settle down and you find your path winding back towards AR :)
Had fun, as always, playing an illusionist. Hands down gate is the best spell. Sure sanctuary will help you pk, but gate around and you got a handful of potions. Lots of changes to this class so I am sure to check it out eventually.
Thank you again everyone who keeps this game alive and cleans up the code.
Resatimm 1 , 0 , 0 . Had many interactions w you over multiple chars. Was always good fun!
[reply to Grayden]I hope you find some free time to come back soon.
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