Posted by Casual CFer on August 11, 2000 at 08:01:09:
In Reply to: Desc+Role... Suggestions welcome posted by Aeveran on August 9, 2000 at 14:06:22:
It appears that you took the ROLE line for line out of a Ravenloft novel. > Desc: > Clad in the attire of a knight, dull silver drapes about his slender figure, revealing each and every curve along > Role: > Prologue: > Long ago, before the end of the second age, in the land known now as 'Barovia' thier lived the 5 fiends of the > Thier ways were far beyond the wicked all know now, when men first began to see these mindless creatures wandering > Though after nearly four centuries of living under the Vampires rule, a holy man came to the dreaded land of Barovia > The knight heard a noise behind and quickley unsheathed his sword, only to feel a sudden pain squeeze around his > Days and days passed, and the knight withered away into one of the living dead, though it was no mindless beast, his > [The Blooded Fray] > Lucias spoke in a deep voice, though it crackeled at time to time as a fire did when it feasted upon the wood around > The five Vampires gazed at one another, knowing very well that Strahd could easily destroy them all, and the mortals > Strahd was standing thier ready, and before them stood terrors unknown to man, Shadar Lunn, now said to be a living > Two more lunged at the hulking figure, though he merely lunged into them, sword first, impaling one, and quickley > Quickley gripping his sword Lucias and Shadar Lunn began to walk in a circle, each starring one another in the > Though with that strike, Strahd had plunged his hand deep into the back of lucias, twirling and swirling the dreaded > [The Thunderstorm] > Lightning streaked across the sky, as the women whom carried Lucias's child cried in agony, it had only been two > Sitting on the corpse of his mother, the baby merely wept as he gently stroked his dead mothers face, attempting to > He fled from the Village of Roktak, a good ways northwest from Barovia, he fled to the forest in search of sanctuary > New vitality was found, and he began to learn that it was blood which fed him, it was blood which would forever quench > [Dark Days] > The boy was much like a orphan in the Village, he would be fed scraps of meat like a hungry animal, and lived out > Locked in the sack, he could barely breath, though what the Village did not know was that Vampires only grew in size > [The Moaning Death] > The dead cried out to Aeveran, but he only pushed forward through the crypt, finding a ancient tunnel, a tattered > Though a passage layed ahead, clean and bloodless, only one creature corpse was tossed below, that of a horned demon > [The Note] > > I am bloody, it has been two days since strahd plunged his vile hand through my chest, I bleed... I am weak, without >
> his frail body. Pale white skin is wrapped along his face, though it seems cold, almost lifeless, as if he is a
> creature from beyond the crypt. Two fiery red orbs, which are his eyes, seem blank, without a pupil, as if a fire
> blazes in the holes where the eyes should be, set next a curved nose; which reminds you of a hawk in some strange
> manner. Dark black hair streaks down like a rushing waterfall from his head to his knees, a tattered silver band
> tied around his forehead, keeping the hair from hindering him. Rusted to the hilt which rests at his side, a worn
> mithril blade rests, strange runes etched into the ivory hilt. Strapped unto his back, a battered shield rests,
> hammered with various weapons, it bares the mark of War engraved unto surface. Yet still something radiates into
> the cold face of this man, a hope, a faith, though it all seems hidden beneath his vampiric features.
> Blooded Star. These fiends as the men along the countryside called them, were no simple men, but rather a ancient
> race of Vampire. Born as creatures of the Night, these Vampires would stalk the countryside hunting the humans as
> prey, and recruiting the strong ones to become mindless slaves of the Void, to transform them into the living
> dead. These five vampires lived a secret Legacy, as none would dare speak any word to outer strangers, for these
> Vampires had power beyond imaginable belief, they ability to transform thier shape, into any man or women they
> slayed, and if at any time one was heard spreading the word of the Blooded Star, he would soon find himself among
> the dead.
> the countryside curiosity struck, and as they gazed closer the rotting stench of death would be overwhelming, and
> at times when they truely peered at the faces, thier loved ones would be the living dead. Some men were tortured
> for pleasure by the Blooded Star, locked in a tomb, in a grave deep below the surface world, to stay thier until
> madness set in thier minds, and then were released, and once released these men became no different then mindless
> animals, drooling, yelling, there minds broken.
> and had heard of the recent rumors of Vampire uprising. Though still young, his spirit was bold and pure, he would
> begin the War of Night, with the Blooded Star. Upon his travelling, he stumbeled upon a dark forest, which layed
> claim to the strongest of the Blooded Star, Strahd Van Zaro'Vitch himself. The knight traveled through swamp ground
> and forests, slowely etching his way through it. Strahd was more then ready for the petty mortal, and flew down from
> a tall tree stalking the knights back as he played with the mortal.
> neck, as he was lifting up off the ground. The cold frail fingers wrapped around the knights neck began to suffocate
> him. Baring his dreaded fangs Strahd tore off much of the armor around the neck, and sunk his teeth into the knights
> neck; red warm liquid began to flow, as the vampire feasted on the neck of the knight, leaving him for dead.
> skin turned pale, his muscule faded, as he became a Vampire. Though Strahd did not intend or want him as a Vampire
> for the pure spirit would not take to the darkened ways. The knight found unimaginable strength, agility, and power
> in his new form, swearing to use them against the creature which did such a dreaded thing to him. That is when the
> Council of the Holy Sword was created, and it drew hundreds upon thousands of victims from the Blooded Star. Four
> of the others were no ordinary men, but Vampires themshelves, and so the War of Night began and it would rage on
> for nearly fifteen centuries.
> it, "We all stand here before the mighty Keep of Barovia, we are the last stand in this War, three of the Vampire
> Lords are reported slain, thier heads carried upon the pikes in our back lines, one dissappeared, we believe to a
> rift in Thera, and fled the scene of Battle, only Strahd is left" he finished speaking to his men, inspiring, giving
> hope as he gazed at them all, smiling to himself.
> around them in a blink of an eye. Strahd was actually nearly ten thousand years old, one of the first Vampires to
> ever roam the land of Thera. Holding a large battering ram, they each used thier power to utterly destroy the wooden
> barrier, as they charged into the Keep.
> corpse in the Mausoleum in the crypt below Galadon. He was a terror unmatched, standing before them in dull darkened
> platinum armor, wielding a sword in his massive hands, he grinned towards the vampires as he charged into a blooded
> frenzy cleaving the first vampire in half.
> shield blocking the other with his cursed shield. He then spun in a wide arc, decapitating the other vampire, and
> so it was only Lucias and Shadar Lunn.
> gaping holes which were to be thier eyes. Lunging at Lucias, Shadar Lunn only hit to the ground, as a swift kick
> struck him at the side, denting the platinum armor. Shadar Lunn rubbed his swore ribs, as he glared towards Lucias
> attempting to call the nine demons of damnation upon him, but they failed to answer the calling, as Lucias struck
> the ground with his holy blade, a white glow appeard to shine around him. Shadar Lunn uttered more blasphemous
> words, as a ice devil appeard, though one simple strike to the ice devil released it back into the nine hells from
> where it came. Lucias grinned as he stared at the holy sword, striking Shadar Lunn in the chest, as Shadar Lunn too
> returned to his prison in the Mausoleum.
> disgusting insides with ease. It was then that lucias uttered three words 'Word of Recall' and dissappeared in a
> yellow flash, it was on that day, that Lucias would make sure Strahd would not plague the populace for eternity, and
> made love to a young maiden, hoping and praying the child would bare the Blood of Vampires, as he fell to the ground
> dead, a strange tattered scroll sticking to his hands, revealing the art of Arikolas, the way of the Vampire Hunters.
> weeks since she was with the Vampire, and her child was already ready to come to the world of flesh. It kicked and
> kicked as she fell to the ground grasping her stomach in pain, the stomachs flesh began to slowely part, as the
> force became stronger, until at last the stomach gave away, as the mother was torn apart by the kicking baby; she
> fell to the ground dead, her face still taunted with the undying agony.
> have her alive once more. Days passed, many days, and he began to mature at an incredible rate, though it would not
> continue, it seemed he matured to the size of a grown child, around five or six years in age. He began to understand
> what had happened, as he gazed at his arms, they were frail and weak, his bones almost protruding from the skin, he
> was hungry, but he did not know for what, fangs bared, claws unleashed he fled from the scene of his mother in tears.
> but only heard the wild cries of animals, haunting and taunting him. The brush near him began to shake, as out lept
> three dog-like creatures, four feet tall or so, they were slightly taller then the boy, swords bared they struck the
> boy, but it didnt faze him, they struck again and again but the boys wounds closed to quickley, he lunged towards
> one of the dog-like creatures, fangs bared, instinct took hold of him, as they sunk deep into the neck, blood flowing
> he could only lick the warm juices as his muscules surged.
> his thirst, disgusting and appauled he knew no other man or women would ever understand. Though when daylight came
> it did not affect him, it was as if he was like any other man, walking in day, but a vampire none the less. It seems
> he was blessed with both unlife and life, melded together. He gazed around himself and knew he would need to grow
> before searching out what he was.
> in the cold winter days, though the blood of wicked humanoid creatures would feed him well. Something was strange
> about him, the wicked ways of darkness and unlife did not faze him, he sought to do good in Thera, to aid others
> with his power and strength, though secretly, knowing that even he could not fend a village of angry and frightened
> men. He would roam the dark forest roads at night, surveying for vile creatures, hunting them, as a hunter would
> his prey. Though the Village began to grow curious it had been nearly 10 years, and the boy had not aged a single
> day, it was then a dark robed man, Strahd himself in disguise came and told them of the Vampires, they instantely
> bludgeoned the young boy on dark eve, throwing a sack over his head as they threw him into the lost catacombs deep
> beneath the surface world.
> from great emotional distress, from stress and fear they would rise and grow in power. Such of the like happened, the
> boy cried in pain, in fear, as he tore from his confinement, to find himself standing before the crypt of his father
> and the other four vampires. 'Ehsna dajisah elmoastisa kinoran ereffain o m'sdat strahd' the crypts read, though not the
> boy or any man could read the ancient runes, it was the art of Arikolas. The words truely translated from the dark
> art read the following 'From the Dark Days of the Past a True Hero will rise and vanquish the one who calls himself
> Strahd.' One word layed beneath a pile of dust, he wiped it and saw the word 'Aeveran' and so he called himself that.
> Aeveran in the ancient tongue was a title for the hero Lucias, which titled him the Bane of the Dead.
> scroll layed on the ground he quickley grabbed it and continued, it was also in the ancient tongue of Arikolas, and
> the tunnel lead him to a sewer it seemed, filled with stench and odour, many corpses from the surface of the city
> were tossed below, rotting and filthy, there had to have been atleast a thousand dead corpses, looted and pried of
> all things.
> nailed to the ground, as a mark it seemed. Aeveran crawled through the passage finding himself standing before a
> shining white knight, surrounded by a circle of cavaliers, it was he who saw the purity in Aeverans heart, the bold
> spirit, and knew he was to be trained the arts of the Divine and the Sword. Aeveran had no hostility towards the
> Village that damned him, knowing very well fear had played its part, and as did Strahd, it was since that day that
> Aeveran would try and hide who he was from the world of Thera, and rid it of the taint of Death, the Unlife would
> return to the dead, and the moral taints of Thera cleansed with his sword, though he knew not why his spirit urged
> him so, or why he sought it so, perhaps it was in the note, though no man could ever read it...
> food trapped in the crypt, I cannot live this agony out. My son... the nameless son, I pray to the gods that you
> find this scroll, you must... you must cleanse the taints of Thera, and return peace to the lands. You must not let
> the mortals suffer the agony which you will, no family will you have, the secrets of the Crypt are with you, use
> them well, aim for the heart of the taints, slay not the minions, but slay the leaders, for a necromancer commands
> the legions around him, destroy the necromancer, and the legions crumble... please I beg of thee my son, take up
> the art of the Horn, and cleanse the spirits of all taint, return Thera to its.......................