Re: Good Story sorry my bad n/t

Re: Good Story sorry my bad n/t:
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Posted by *Chirpy* on September 25, 2000 at 22:12:41:

In Reply to: Good Story posted by *Chirpy* on September 25, 2000 at 22:11:52:

> > It all went horribly wrong when I lagged out when i had the commands w, murder Tzora, bash , bash in and reconnected at the pit.... I got a little annoyed made some mistakes after that and 14 hours of practice and a potentially good character was fucked. Ah well I can always go with something diffrent next time... I think I have learned my lesson this time tho I cant play polearm as my first spec I just cant get a decent polearm .. well I can sort of ... So any way you might as well enjoy the role its not that bad honest.

> > Asa.
> > Moron of Thera, Deleted skill 100% *Thats when it gets to be automatic kiddies*

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> > Aeons ago after the ancient mages had created the Battle Ragers to fight their wars, they summoned forth a hoard of demons to slay the berserkers. When this happened such great magic was unleashed upon Thera that a rent was torn into the fabric that allowed a second group of creatures to leave their dying realm and enter that of Thera. They entered the realm in a dense jungle far to the south of the city of Hamsah Mu'Tazz. The demons realised their mistake the natural laws of Thera differing vastly from they're realm, life span in this realm was only a few thousand years, compared to eons in they're realm. In order for them to even survive a few thousand years they had to drain the very essence of life from the living soil, the jungle around them and from the creatures that lived within it. Those creatures were tainted also by the demons; among them was a tribe of humans, eeking out a living by hunting the jungle. As the demons began dying out the remaining few could see the damage they were causing and a few of the more desperate ones decided to try and create descendants, they warped the creatures around them but found that only the humans were resilient enough to carry their seed once tainted. The demon born quickly grew to adulthood far faster than their creators could imagine, they once more interbred and as the ancients died they wallowed in the glory of seven generations of their offspring.

> > As each cycle of reproduction was completed the offspring began to resemble less and less they're ancestors and more and more the human tribe. After thousands of years they tribe lives in the centre of the old jungle surrounded by an ever encroaching desert of lifelessness. They now appear as little more than human tribesmen, the only link to they're demonic past is the occasional throw back with odd features and other mutations.
> > Recently however these traits have been growing stronger and when Lanlyre was born the tribesmen looked at they ancient legends carved upon the obsidian dais and knew that they were true. Lanlyre was cast out from their number forced to cross the deserts as little more than an infant. His appearance too harsh for even the tribes people to accept.
> > And so it came to pass that Lanlyre was cast into the desert, little more than an infant, growing with incredible speed the depleted energies of the desert sweeping towards him and how it was that he was almost six feet in height when the Desert Marauders came across him. They evaluated the creature for bounty and considered him worthless, he was clad in almost nothing a tattered shawl his weeping mother had covered him with whence he was cast into the desert was now his only possession and he wore it like a loincloth. Seeing this they laughed and moved off into the shifting sands. Lanlyre began to sense a change in his mind he knew they were laughing at him and the sense of ridicule fired him into a blur of action, he dived at the first and brought his claw across his throat. Arterial blood fountained forth and he became blood lusted and crazed with anger, he moved in a blur until nothing moved upon the sands but himself. He could hear the pound of his heart within his chest his brain goading him to kill more. In the deserts there is not much to kill for the untrained eye and after taking a cloak to cover himself with, and a long pole to lean upon he travelled ever northwards.

> > It took him many months to reach the city of Hamsah Mu'Tazz in which the voices of his ancestors whispered to him teaching him to eat with his human body and not to feed on the life energies around him as this could bring other more powerful creatures looking to feed upon him. He learned to hunt the deserts as a nomad born they're he came across nomadic peoples as traded for dress much like theirs with the skins of creatures he had fed upon. Upon his arrival at the city he looked very much like a desert nomad his face covered from the sands and just his odd glimmering green, almost serpentine unblinking eyes staring out. Upon entering the city he was overcome with is sure life force, so much energy concentrated in one place, he felt himself preparing to explode into a fury of bloodlust, getting ready to spring.
> > *Blackness*
> > A cool voice within him whispered that this was not the way and that he knew this. The voice taught him the languages of the lands sifting all the minds of those within the cities for useful information and knowledge granting it to him. Without warning the voice became silent then began again quavering and angry this ancestor spirit explained how they had come to be upon this bait how it had been made to appear a perfect place for them to escape to how the legends of old told of the ancient magicians. The voice became two then more as all the spirits were united in one great explosion of fury at their betrayal by the warring mortals. Ruthlessly they instilled in Lanlyre their desires for the
> > Destruction of those that brought them to die. Not comprehending the lifespan of these creatures they struck out searching for these individuals and instead found only many generations had passed so in their blind anger created the fury within Lanlyre to destroy all those that now practiced the magical arts, with no quarter given and with righteous indiscrimination.
> > *Noise*
> > Lanlyre awoke and stood it felt as if he had been out for years, his head throbbing. In fact it was little more than a minute or so. He knew more now than he had thought possible and at the back of his mind a great and emotion lay they're waiting to be called it was tied in with his bloodlust and so whenever he thought about the practioners of the magical arts he began to feel the hot anger and need to feed grow with in. To feel their blood on his lips he knew would bring ecstatic joy. And so he set forth.

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Comments:	> > > It all went horribly wrong when I lagged out when i had the commands w, murder Tzora, bash , bash in and reconnected at the pit.... I got a little annoyed made some mistakes after that and 14 hours of practice and a potentially good character was fucked. Ah well I can always go with something diffrent next time... I think I have learned my lesson this time tho I cant play polearm as my first spec I just cant get a decent polearm .. well I can sort of ... So any way you might as well enjoy the role its not that bad honest. > > > Asa. > > > Moron of Thera, Deleted skill 100% Thats when it gets to be automatic kiddies > > > > > > > > > Aeons ago after the ancient mages had created the Battle Ragers to fight their wars, they summoned forth a hoard of demons to slay the berserkers. When this happened such great magic was unleashed upon Thera that a rent was torn into the fabric that allowed a second group of creatures to leave their dying realm and enter that of Thera. They entered the realm in a dense jungle far to the south of the city of Hamsah Mu'Tazz. The demons realised their mistake the natural laws of Thera differing vastly from they're realm, life span in this realm was only a few thousand years, compared to eons in they're realm. In order for them to even survive a few thousand years they had to drain the very essence of life from the living soil, the jungle around them and from the creatures that lived within it. Those creatures were tainted also by the demons; among them was a tribe of humans, eeking out a living by hunting the jungle. As the demons began dying out the remaining few could see the damage they were causing and a few of the more desperate ones decided to try and create descendants, they warped the creatures around them but found that only the humans were resilient enough to carry their seed once tainted. The demon born quickly grew to adulthood far faster than their creators could imagine, they once more interbred and as the ancients died they wallowed in the glory of seven generations of their offspring. > > > As each cycle of reproduction was completed the offspring began to resemble less and less they're ancestors and more and more the human tribe. After thousands of years they tribe lives in the centre of the old jungle surrounded by an ever encroaching desert of lifelessness. They now appear as little more than human tribesmen, the only link to they're demonic past is the occasional throw back with odd features and other mutations. > > > Recently however these traits have been growing stronger and when Lanlyre was born the tribesmen looked at they ancient legends carved upon the obsidian dais and knew that they were true. Lanlyre was cast out from their number forced to cross the deserts as little more than an infant. His appearance too harsh for even the tribes people to accept. > > > And so it came to pass that Lanlyre was cast into the desert, little more than an infant, growing with incredible speed the depleted energies of the desert sweeping towards him and how it was that he was almost six feet in height when the Desert Marauders came across him. They evaluated the creature for bounty and considered him worthless, he was clad in almost nothing a tattered shawl his weeping mother had covered him with whence he was cast into the desert was now his only possession and he wore it like a loincloth. Seeing this they laughed and moved off into the shifting sands. Lanlyre began to sense a change in his mind he knew they were laughing at him and the sense of ridicule fired him into a blur of action, he dived at the first and brought his claw across his throat. Arterial blood fountained forth and he became blood lusted and crazed with anger, he moved in a blur until nothing moved upon the sands but himself. He could hear the pound of his heart within his chest his brain goading him to kill more. In the deserts there is not much to kill for the untrained eye and after taking a cloak to cover himself with, and a long pole to lean upon he travelled ever northwards. > > > It took him many months to reach the city of Hamsah Mu'Tazz in which the voices of his ancestors whispered to him teaching him to eat with his human body and not to feed on the life energies around him as this could bring other more powerful creatures looking to feed upon him. He learned to hunt the deserts as a nomad born they're he came across nomadic peoples as traded for dress much like theirs with the skins of creatures he had fed upon. Upon his arrival at the city he looked very much like a desert nomad his face covered from the sands and just his odd glimmering green, almost serpentine unblinking eyes staring out. Upon entering the city he was overcome with is sure life force, so much energy concentrated in one place, he felt himself preparing to explode into a fury of bloodlust, getting ready to spring. > > > Blackness > > > A cool voice within him whispered that this was not the way and that he knew this. The voice taught him the languages of the lands sifting all the minds of those within the cities for useful information and knowledge granting it to him. Without warning the voice became silent then began again quavering and angry this ancestor spirit explained how they had come to be upon this bait how it had been made to appear a perfect place for them to escape to how the legends of old told of the ancient magicians. The voice became two then more as all the spirits were united in one great explosion of fury at their betrayal by the warring mortals. Ruthlessly they instilled in Lanlyre their desires for the > > > Destruction of those that brought them to die. Not comprehending the lifespan of these creatures they struck out searching for these individuals and instead found only many generations had passed so in their blind anger created the fury within Lanlyre to destroy all those that now practiced the magical arts, with no quarter given and with righteous indiscrimination. > > > Noise > > > Lanlyre awoke and stood it felt as if he had been out for years, his head throbbing. In fact it was little more than a minute or so. He knew more now than he had thought possible and at the back of his mind a great and emotion lay they're waiting to be called it was tied in with his bloodlust and so whenever he thought about the practioners of the magical arts he began to feel the hot anger and need to feed grow with in. To feel their blood on his lips he knew would bring ecstatic joy. And so he set forth.

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