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== Background == | == Background == | ||
"I have come to a foreign land. In the blink of an eye, I have traveled from the land of my home and my birth to a strange place I have never seen before. But I cannot seek my home, cannot return to the land of my people, not yet.' | |||
"I was raised by my father. Before I was born, he served in the Sacred Tribe, Tsar Orisu’s elite private guard. He told me of great adventures and conquest. What he never told me about was my mother. After I was born, he was no longer able to travel with the Tsar’s entourage. It was then he became a blacksmith in a small village. As a soldier, he always felt the steel could speak to him, as a blacksmith it continued to tell him how to forge it into the best swords, daggers and arrowheads in the plains. His steel became known as Kahzakian Steal (thinking similar to Damascus Steel). Periodically, his former companions would stop into our village to attain my father’s prized work. During these visits, I would get as many stories out of his old friends as I could. Eventually I even began to hear about my mother. | |||
Evidently, she was a lady-in-waiting for an elfish queen who was traveling through the plains and met with the Tsar on issues of state. Somehow my mother attained the consent of her queen to leave and travel with father. It wasn’t long before I was born. Sadly, my mother died during child birth. I suppose that is why my father never spoke of her. The memory of her still hurt, and I was a constant reminder of that, even so, he did his best to raise me. Teaching me his trade and even teaching me to fight.' | |||
"As I reached adolescence I became more interested in the fighting than the blacksmithing. I wanted the adventures my father had. But he kept telling me that it wasn’t my time. Eventually I grew to hate him for it. I began sneaking out, but I would never get very far before he would track me down and bring me home, until one time he didn’t. I tried to keep going, but I wondered where he was and why he hadn’t caught me yet. After a few days, I turned my horse around and rode home. When I returned to the town, I found it in disarray and the bodies of the villagers scattered everywhere and floating above it all was the ominous glow of a portal hanging in the air. I looked around to see if I could find my father but the only thing I found in his forge was an eye carved into his anvil; it appeared to be a logo of some kind. I heard a noise in one of the dark corners and a goblin jumped out at me. I grabbed the nearest weapons I could find, fortune had it that I grabbed Glory and Sorrow, a pair of short swords my father had crafted, the jewels of his collection. Even with my small ability I turned the goblin away. He broke from the fight and dashed through the portal. I hesitated. The portal seemed to remain open for an eternity. I wanted to follow but fear gripped my feet tight against the ground. When a hand seemed to appear and beckon me through. I sprung to life and through the portal.' | |||
"I awoke later in the middle of an alley. Surrounded by large stone buildings, the likes of which I’d never seen. As I said earlier, I am in a land I’ve never seen. Lost. Everything, I’ve ever had is now gone. I do not know where to go from here…" | |||
Revision as of 13:35, 2 September 2008
Initial Character Sheet
Background
"I have come to a foreign land. In the blink of an eye, I have traveled from the land of my home and my birth to a strange place I have never seen before. But I cannot seek my home, cannot return to the land of my people, not yet.'
"I was raised by my father. Before I was born, he served in the Sacred Tribe, Tsar Orisu’s elite private guard. He told me of great adventures and conquest. What he never told me about was my mother. After I was born, he was no longer able to travel with the Tsar’s entourage. It was then he became a blacksmith in a small village. As a soldier, he always felt the steel could speak to him, as a blacksmith it continued to tell him how to forge it into the best swords, daggers and arrowheads in the plains. His steel became known as Kahzakian Steal (thinking similar to Damascus Steel). Periodically, his former companions would stop into our village to attain my father’s prized work. During these visits, I would get as many stories out of his old friends as I could. Eventually I even began to hear about my mother. Evidently, she was a lady-in-waiting for an elfish queen who was traveling through the plains and met with the Tsar on issues of state. Somehow my mother attained the consent of her queen to leave and travel with father. It wasn’t long before I was born. Sadly, my mother died during child birth. I suppose that is why my father never spoke of her. The memory of her still hurt, and I was a constant reminder of that, even so, he did his best to raise me. Teaching me his trade and even teaching me to fight.'
"As I reached adolescence I became more interested in the fighting than the blacksmithing. I wanted the adventures my father had. But he kept telling me that it wasn’t my time. Eventually I grew to hate him for it. I began sneaking out, but I would never get very far before he would track me down and bring me home, until one time he didn’t. I tried to keep going, but I wondered where he was and why he hadn’t caught me yet. After a few days, I turned my horse around and rode home. When I returned to the town, I found it in disarray and the bodies of the villagers scattered everywhere and floating above it all was the ominous glow of a portal hanging in the air. I looked around to see if I could find my father but the only thing I found in his forge was an eye carved into his anvil; it appeared to be a logo of some kind. I heard a noise in one of the dark corners and a goblin jumped out at me. I grabbed the nearest weapons I could find, fortune had it that I grabbed Glory and Sorrow, a pair of short swords my father had crafted, the jewels of his collection. Even with my small ability I turned the goblin away. He broke from the fight and dashed through the portal. I hesitated. The portal seemed to remain open for an eternity. I wanted to follow but fear gripped my feet tight against the ground. When a hand seemed to appear and beckon me through. I sprung to life and through the portal.'
"I awoke later in the middle of an alley. Surrounded by large stone buildings, the likes of which I’d never seen. As I said earlier, I am in a land I’ve never seen. Lost. Everything, I’ve ever had is now gone. I do not know where to go from here…"