Posted by The First Apostle on September 27, 2000 at 11:13:46:
In Reply to: Thought I would send Doraths role on the Char board. I hope you enjoy it. posted by Dorath(Lucktey) on September 27, 2000 at 09:00:32:
> Greetings, reader. My name is T'kar, a historian for an > On a summers breeze, close to the evening, a gnome with the > Throughout the years, Dorath was known as the white haired > Having found a safe heaven, the woods west of Galadon, he > The sun stood high, shining down the power of life. Ready for > A crackling sound awoke Dorath. A tiny living being struggled > Years later he left his cabin and the woods. As a reminder
> eternity. We, spirits, do not usually interfere or watch the
> mortals. Most of us have settled themselves in their ancient
> family homes. But being once a mortal bard, I would hate not
> to record and tell a good story. And as commingly known,
> mortal life is filled with twists and turns that can sooth
> the ear of any listener. This time I have chosen to record
> the life of Dorath. Although his story is far from finnished,
> you are welcome to read it as it unvolds.
> most peculiar hair was born. Within the mountains, north-east
> from Udgaard, two gnomish parents gathered their first
> glances of their youngster. The birth of wizards is always
> marked by a yellow aura around the child when it open its
> eyes for the very first time. And as usual, knowing that the
> village only existed out of magi, this would happen. But
> not this day. As Dorath opened his eyes and cried out for
> air, nothing special happened. As his parents looked down
> upon him in frustration, no words of joy were spoken. The
> town had its first untalented gnome. Unimaginable.
> freak. Not able to cast the simpliest spells. Even after
> about 80 years, only the chants of invisibility and how
> to detect the magical hidden, were known to him. Unacceptable
> for his folk. I know he tried his best to make his parents
> proud, but nothing worked. Losing his self-esteem quickly,
> he began to act differently. Making jokes about himself
> and the world he lived in. I knew he would crack. Noone
> could stand such abuse by his own blood for long. On a
> winters night, he turned his head in a last glance of his
> village, and set foot towards the unknown. To the warmer
> south.
> begin to live his life anew. No longer worried by his past,
> but still broken inside. Days shifted by gently. The winter
> past on, as did the spring. The summer finally arrived.
> Deers were darting, birds singing. Oooh, what a fine time
> to live in...
> his morning walk, Dorath stood outside a cabin he found. He
> had been studying all night long, trying to teach himself how
> to control the magick that runs through his veins, even though
> that was never accepted by his own kin. This was the day that
> Dorath would amaze me. Walking amongst the large trees covered
> in fresh green, he stumbled to upon a tiny coccoon. Curious
> as for what it was, he focused his tiny blue eyes and observed.
> Hours went by... Days passed on slowly. Dorath was determined
> to find out what it was and so he never shifted his gaze from
> it.
> its way to freedom, away from the hard shell. Emerging from
> its shelter, the butterfly slithered slowly to a place within
> the sun. As it dried its wings in the warmth of the sun, the
> gnome poundered. Something had happened. And it will change
> his life forever. Dorath stood up, glancing at the skies
> above and yelled out. "I understand!" Running back to his
> cabin, he began to practice. The chant of winds. As if
> always known, he felt the magic. The power ran through his
> very veins.
> to those who would use the cabin as a shelter, he wrote
> these words upon the door. "Live your life to the fullest.
> But respect those who live without care. Hurt no creature
> within these woods but watch them as they live the right
> path. For our death is not the end but a transgression.
> The spirits of the wild lead you, visitor."