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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gli'jar" data-source="post: 3336827" data-attributes="member: 36562">Here is a partial background for a lacerta shaman. Do you want backgrounds drawn up for you to select from before we stat out and create a character?[sblock]It was a forbidding environment, but I had prepared.  The gathered elders instructed us to depart and go our separate ways that our instruction had ended and it was for us now to find our way. While the others choose the forested glades, I choose to tread where few would willing go.   It took weeks to arrive, but the desert wasteland greeted me with is vast visual horizon. It was devoid of most life but I was determined to proceed and find my guardian spirit. I traveled by night, finding refuge by day. It was happenstance that I located the spot. I was climbing a rock formation when I spied the small spring hidden behind a boulder.  A trickle of water flowed from it feeding small plants that grew along its edges before disappearing again within the folds of stone. I unloaded my things and seated myself near the spring. I closed my eyes, relaxed and reached out to the world. It was on the fourth day that a lizard lazily basked in the warmth of the sun, eyes closed, it remained unconcerned, the dream flowed on.I could see it, yet my eyes were shut. The black foldings of time and space heaved and fluttered.  A black storm moved across the horizon. Slow, black waves on a black beach, whispering softly in, whispering softly out, “I am…I am not…I am… I am not…” My eyes opened.  Saw nothing.  Closed. “Sleep no more lest darkness be the lot of all!” keened forth from the inky blackness. The nightmare was real, the curtains parted. Self-doubt yielded to wrath, ill-defined sorrow to a burning screaming pain. Death was more terrible where there had never been life and darkness thicker without so much as the memory of light. Cold had no frontiers where there was never warmth.“The memory of the dream is weak, it must be rescued from the dark places in the mind, it must be brought to the light, cherished and tethered like a straying child.” The child of the void imparted. It had been dreaming away the unmeasurable ages until I had awoken it. The stars were dead as if they had never lived, the wheel of time was pitted, its very cradle served as its tomb. My eyes opened. Saw nothing. Yet remained open. The land was covered in pitch, black and as ill-defined as the nebulous void. My mouth roared like thunder and I was answered by the imprisoned soul that yearned for a mother it had never had.  The air stood still to listen, the water ceased to flow, and the rock grew soft and malleable. A great pain burned in my head like a hot sword warmed by its own anger.   The sword grew in my head, a blade of razor sharp grief, cutting free, piercing the very walls of my well being. Darkness shuttered my eyes yet my vision was clear.  This was a new vision, not the closing of a door, but the promise of a million doors to open. “I shall cure your dumbness here and now, “ said the child of the void, “You are my first brother and my first friend. I am no longer alone. You are the first living thing and the last. You shall never rest. Nazrill, sleep no more. ”My eyes opened. Saw. Stayed open, tears drying away. The lizard remained and the dream flowed on. I stood and gathered my belongings. As I began to walk, the child of the void whispered to me, “Stay awake. Determine. Resolve. Bring the dream to life. Through my guidance, you will learn the long story.” [/sblock]</blockquote>

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