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Message: <blockquote data-quote="lior_shapira" data-source="post: 1931359" data-attributes="member: 12019">Nom-Kal-Tash (Kalashtar Psion[shaper] 5 - Eberron Character)The BegginingHe lay on the cold stone floor of the library curled up in a fetal position, dropping the tomes I rushed to him and rolled him unto his back. Vacant eyes stared back at me, hollow empty black orbs. As a shout started to form in my throat, icy tendrils of a thought not my own clasped at my mind and I felt consciousness slipping away...I mostly remember Korrandar, it's high peaks forever hidden by clouds, I remember stories about the storm guardians, the dragons who dwell in the mountains and protect us from The Inspired. But that I fear is all. I have no memory of my father or mother, who have been dead all these years, I have no recollection of Malieki stronghold where I was born and lived. I have no recollection of that night of fire, fifty years ago when Tai-Khad, my Khiri-Meth(mentor), took my away with him.My first memory of my new life is the waves crashing on our ship as we sailed toward Khorvaire, the salty taste of the air and the cries of sea gulls as we neared land. I must have been seven years old as we landed in the port town of Ader in Q'Bara and yet all that came before is darkness.From the little the Khiri-Meth told me I deduced that it was soldiers of The Thousand Eyes who stormed us that night, crawling like the maggots they are through sewage tunnels and ancient caverns until reaching the innards of the fortress. My parents perished that night and Tai-Khad took it on himself to raise me as his own.Tired of our jailed existence he decided to brave a journay to a new land, a land torn in a vicious war, where a man of any race can make a name for himself and perhaps make a difference in the grand sense of schemes.It was not an easy life, growing amongst alien races, fearing the Inspired always, working to hone the skills that would someday, hopefully, allow me to help my people. We settled down in Sharn, City of Towers, my master taking work as a researcher at the university, and me, his apprentice at all things."The Dreaming Dark" I thought as the world paled in my eyes, finally catching up to us...I know not whether it was luck or the Path of Light guiding me, but I managed to call upon a force to fight for me. As my would be assasin and my champion battled, I fled. I will not hide from the truth, I ran until I could run no more, leaving Tai-Khad for dead, protecting only my own miserable existence.When I returned the next day there was no trace of the attacker, my master has been rushed to the hospital, only to remain in a comatose state. He does not recognize me, I cannot reach him. I've tried to touch his thought, whisper in his mind, to no avail.A few thrown books and a spilled ink bottle are all that were left in the library and the university funded investigators found nothing. I'm not sure they even believe me it was the work of the Inspired. But I know and that is enough.Too long have I been in this self made prison of books and scrolls, replacing the mountain fortresses of Adar with this fortress of knowledge. I will go into this world, for good or for bad, will all my shortcomings and fears. Perhaps a cure can be found for my master, perhaps I will be able to fight the Dreaming Dark, perhaps I will restore my honor... that is what I am going to find out.Of Me And MineA year has passed, much has changed and yet much remains the same. I am not now the recluse that I was before, I have traveled the land with my new found friends back and forth. I have ridden an astral construct on the cliff roads of Dharguul, bearing down on a black menace, a rogue agent of Breland's own. I have explored ancient caverns and settlements, I have braved the mournlands and returned to tell of it. And yet much still eludes me, my courage abandons me at the most unfortunate times, when I run and leave my friends to fight for me. My hands shake and tremble as I try to sear the enemy with a bolt of fiery energy drawn from the recesses of my mind.Through all of this the image of my mentor has not left me, lying on a hospital bed, eyes unblinking staring at the ceiling, his mind sealed to mine as it has never been. I know the Dreaming Dark still haunt this land, plotting their webs of intrigue against this decent war-torn continent which I've adopted as my own. I hope to grow beyond myself, to be what I am not, to find within me the energy to stand up to them.A Shining MomentA wiry lithe young man on a horse, his long brown hair flowing behind him. Loose fitting brown and white robes flap in the wind. One hand clutches the black horse's reins, knuckles white from effort, the other hand holding a simple wooden staff. On his sides ride his companions, a towering half-orc armed to the teeth, a shifty eyed shifter, hair bristling, twin swords on his back, and a bald headed human, pupils wide, clutching his holy symbol of Dhal-Kar as he hangs on with his fingernails.Ahead of them in the distance looms their target, the black carriage of Lucan, formerly one of Breland's top agents who's turned rogue and has stolen from the treasury of the king. The carriage is drawn by four black horses and driven by Lucan's sister, a fiery haired shrew. As they approach she ties the reins and jumps on the carriage of the roof. The horses lather at the mouth, running on their own on the treacherous road high on the cliffs.Only moments away from reaching the carriage the woman weaves an enchantment and a ball of fire rolls toward them, the explosion is so fierce the world turns white for a moment. As it dissipates only Nom-Kal-Tash is still astride his horse, his companion's horses received the full force of the blast and were killed on spot. Seeing his companions on the ground he concentrates and conjures an astral construct large enough for G'orlack to ride upon. He continues advancing upon the carriage, beads of sweat on his brow, his heart beating like a madman. X'avier the shifter manages to cast an entanglement spell beneath the carriage, causing one of the black horses to tumble and break one of the axles. Nom approaches alone, the carriage careening out of control, it is his opportunity to show what he is made of, his friends won't get there on time, its only him and the red haired wizard...</blockquote>

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