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Message: <blockquote data-quote="dave_o" data-source="post: 216283" data-attributes="member: 2933">In true Story Hour legend fashion (Piratecat, Johnrog, etc.), I'm going to start this off with some teasers. I'll be posting a narrative written by each one of the players detailing a bit of their past, but first, let's get a little more familiar with the three I have so far...Calain Garath: Male Human Ranger 2/Fighter 3. Calain is very mentally unstable, driven to this condition by his lifetime of horrors. He now simply seeks survival, and spends his days in the dark bowers of man's domain, ever-vigilant against the undead hordes.Ibad: Male Elven (Qualfei) Fighter 2/Diviner 2/Ranger 1. Ibad is part of the rare Qualfei race of Elves, a small portion of Elvenkind who had their immortality stripped away during the Betrayal. As such, they live to be only aged 50. Currently, he seeks to find Quarso, his bonded Halfling who he sent on a very dangerous mission.Val Ironsoul: Male Human Monk 5. Val, his name changed to mask his heritage, being a decendant of one of the instigators of the Betrayal. He seeks to make pennace for these dealings, as well as perfect his mind, body, and spirit.First up, we have Calain's Story...* * *The boy looked up into the sky, seeing nothing but fire and death raining down upon him, the motes of fiery light crafting a stark and eerily beautiful contrast against the eternally dark sky. His face was splattered with blood, his clothes a motley assortment of rags, a notched dagger bloodied and soiled in one white-knuckled hand. He lay spread-eagled beneath the corpse of a dwarf whose stench filled his nostrils with fear and loathing. Tears ran sideways down his head, and he knew he would be dead in minutes...    The young man screamed in hideous agony as the claw of the vile beast rent violently into his ribs, sending a chilling, draining pain throughout his body. He convulsed and growled viciously, his right hand sending one shining blade flashing behind him...and there was the blood, the horrible, black, viscous ichor...everywhere, burning, eating away at his flesh...    The grizzled veteran laughed into the ten eyes of the monstrous arachnid as it drooled on him, his sword thrust into its abdomen as the guts flowed down his arm...    Calain Belinase snapped awake, gripping the soil beneath his prone form, a cold sweat drenching his body. He took a deep breath, letting the moist earth run through his fingers, renewing his connection with the essence of life. Closing his eyes, he struggled with himself, fought for control, his face contorted and tortured.     As suddenly as it had begun, it ended. It was always the same. Calain groaned and stumbled to his feet, one hand reflexively gripping the hilt of one of his blades. The feel of the grip comforted him like nothing else in the world, and he exalted in it ever so briefly. The air stunk of death, and Calain attuned his senses to his surroundings- the visions had struck him at a particularly inopportune moment.    He heard the branch crack behind him and immediately tensed, spinning about and freeing his blades in one swift motion. The walking corpse hissed and recoiled at the sight of the blades, shining brighter than any mere steel ever could. The silver darts lashed out, one, two, cutting expertly across the monster’s chest, cutting away the dead skin like paper. The beast took a clumsy swing with its arm, and Calain dipped, launching his foot upward into the thing’s chin. Its neck snapped backward with a crack and it stumbled for a split second.    Calain was not about to waste that opportunity. With a violent thrust of his legs, he slid in between the monster’s legs and sent a blinding flash across its leg, severing it at the knee. The undead fell, and Calain lept to his feet, coming down with blades extended, driving them both side by side into the corpse’s shoulder blades. A sickening splat resounded from the point of impact, telling Calain that he was safe, for now.     Sighing, he withdrew his blades and wiped them with the tattered remains of clothing on the body. Sheathing them, he lit a torch and left the body aflame, striding off into the darkness of the forest once again...* * *Stay tuned, I'll post the other character stories on a daily basis, as well as character synopises as I get them. I'm shooting for five players. Interested? Check out my post over in the Bits 'n Pieces > Gamers Seeking Gamers board.</blockquote>

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