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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Laurel Silverblade" data-source="post: 465467" data-attributes="member: 8766">Through the eyes of a ScholarAll hail!  As you can see, I play the character of Laurel Silverblade.    Sort of in reply to the Bocata-mania, I would like to write a bit about Laurel and let you all know where she is from and some of her thoughts and opinions.  She was actually my very first character concept when I was introduced to D&D.  I didn't play for a very long time after my first game with my old group, then I met Arknath and picked up the game again.  It was after a few months of gaming that I had the opportunity to reintroduce Laurel.  Mind you, none of my group was there when I created Laurel for the first time, so I had more of the opportunity to let her grow more as a person.  Appearence wise, Laurel looks like Rebecca De Mornay in The Three Musketeers.   Blonde hair, blue eyes, and beautiful wardrobe(when at all possible).**************************************************Memory: It was a sunny day out and I sat alone in my study, much to the dismay of mother and father.  I was the only child of the Silverblade clan and it appeared to them and to me that the family tradition of our unique style of swordplay as well as the name would die with me.  I was neither the boy they wanted nor the strong, agile tomboy they would have settled for.  I was too wrapped up in my study of magic.  I heard my father outside my window torturing the young squires that idolized him with that chunk of metal they call a sword.  The dull clank of steel grated on my nerves, but I suppose that is why they chose that particular window to be near while they made all that racket.  It was just my father's way of trying to get me to come outside and challenge him.  He had attempted when I was young to put steel in my hands and teach me how to use it, but to no avail.  I was too weak, too frail, and constantly got hurt, so I turned to academic study. After my father grew tired of smacking around the foolish boys that tailed him,  he promptly came inside to deliver some news with obvious relish.   I remember the door to my study, how it opened so slowly to the tidings Lord Silverblade brought.  "You are no longer welcome in this home.  Take your parchment and books and begone from here," he said with a smirk.  I looked to my mother, but she only looked away.  I was turned out on the street with nothing but the precious few coins that I was given and the few belongings that I held dear: parchment, a couple of books and the clothes that I wore that day.  With those things I fled the City of Swords and everything that I had ever known.</blockquote>

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