Posted by Matthew Wilson on October 10, 2000 at 16:20:49:
Hmm few things to say I supose, I have played cf for around four to five years. I concider this one of my best characters. I gave more of an effort to rp than I had ever before in my third attempt back to back to become a lich. These were also my first three mages ever. I felt I had a good chance with Xolthul but after I belive it was about 500 hours I have lost interest unfortunatly. It was takeing so much energy to hold out messing with cabal stuff and attempting to maintain a role I had set out, a role which was somewhat dependent on Immortal interaction. This never happened untill the last time I was on, the possiblity of gaining my quest was before me and I bungled it every inch of the way. At first I was simply not going to give up and then I belive within about thirty minutes I realized I was done with cf, at least for now. Masters sorry about the later part of my life, Shenara I enjoyed your existance and what I would not give to redo that surgery now that I have more of an idea of emoteing rp situations. Annabelle you truely made me feel ooc as tho I really did help the tower and so on. There are many others I am sure but at the moment you two come to mind for I interacted with you two the most in the end. This game is INSANE something to truely behold, very well done Imm staff and a fair number of the players. If any Immortal reads this I am curious as to what it was about me that did not lend to any interaction with me, I had made many branches of possible fates and such for myself some which I followed to the end and others simply fell by the way side as I grew more focused on the becomeing. In any case I know I faltered at times in my rp and whatnot, no gross offenses but Im sure some moral issue type stuff with his rp. You all have been some twisted society for me during the past many years, time to go partake in a different one something some call rl, but I think its all just lies. yes there are plenty of grammatical errors and all. <1205hp 627m 597mv> role Added Thu May 4 13:34:47 2000 at level 11: Added Thu May 4 13:47:14 2000 at level 11: within the homes badly decomposed bodys of men and their Added Thu May 4 14:01:59 2000 at level 11: [Hit Return to continue] Added Thu May 4 14:24:47 2000 at level 11: They fail to see the depth of an ordered out look beyond the laws, Added Thu May 4 14:50:14 2000 at level 11: of eternity they are but a brief thought." As the hour drew near Added Thu May 4 14:54:14 2000 at level 11: [Hit Return to continue] Tho by design my true self is not a danger to the tower, it would Added Tue May 30 17:56:39 2000 at level 28: Added Tue May 30 18:30:36 2000 at level 28: placed to bind host and parasite. The notes of the surgery are Added Sat Aug 5 12:22:54 2000 at level 47: Shortly after my involvement with Shenara's surgery I was given Added Sat Aug 5 14:02:10 2000 at level 47: of stratigic mass manipulations, specific wars waged for the Added Sat Aug 5 14:15:05 2000 at level 47: I stand knowen to man as the stained looking glass. Myself the Added Sat Aug 5 14:21:38 2000 at level 47: <1231hp 705m 597mv> <1231hp 705m 597mv>
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Your description is:
Pits of immorality observe the immediate surroundings, his sunken
eyes absorbing the light lending a disturbing darkness to this
creatures leathery disfigured person. A mask of weathered crimson
bloches the majority of his face trailing down his neck, it would
appear a birthmark. From his cheek bones a misshapen beak takes
form twisting painfully into his own flesh, it does not look as to
have been broken and mended in this possition, one can only
assume a defect from the fleshy tome of his mothers belly.
Lurching across the ground he winces as he drags the left half of
his body to follow what would seem his better half. Tho he wears
many layers of rough poorly tailored cloths you notice a severe
difference between the height of his left shoulder and his right.
Glanceing down you cant help but notice the mangled stumps of
flesh which he stands apoun. With the sound of dead leaves
disturbed by a chilling wind unexpectantly large wings unfold from
beneath his cloaks, dull feathers left to their natural color of aged
bone make up his plumage. At first with great effort his birthright
displaces the air around him lifting the would be gimp to the air
freeing him from his body's shortcomings.
Your role is:
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It is said the best revenge is to live a long life, while others would
claim it is a dish best served cold. I would tend to agree with both of
these thoughts, yet they lack something. I write this now so I may
never forget what has led me to this path I now tred apoun, and my
true self.
My first memorys are from within a cage, I must have been no older
than eight years of age. The stench of stale meed, large unwashed
men leering at me from within a fog of cigar and pipe smoke. Few
came to merely witness " The most pathetic show in Bruhl" or to
simply taunt the decrepit child. Rather most came to wager. Pain, I
do remember with dream like clarity the pain. My cage opening ugly
men grabbing me with sausage like fingers, to be held down. A slice
of rancid animal fat was rubbed apoun my ankles and feet.
Shouting, money passed back and forth as the anticipation grew as
another cage was brought near mine. Famished, wild with hunger a
large rodent would join me in my home. Once a week I fought for life
aswell as my meal.
As time passed word spread to a distant cloister of this game.
Members of its clergy stepped forth to deliver me from one hellish
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exsistance to the poisons of their self gratifying pitty and ignorant
piety. In this environment I was rebellious, violent and hateful at
every turn. They believed through patience I would come around to
their profane ways, time proved them wrong. A year passed, one
day they stood before me with a pleaseing sorrow written across
their faces. I was released from my second prison with what
knowledge they had gained of my mother. As I have understood it,
from the womb of a drunken whore, a knot of undesired flesh was
left in an ally to breath the foul night air until vermin or starvation
would claim me, but in this seaport of Bruhl ruled by hedonistic
pleasures, one man had thought of a better use for me. Years later,
I would be "rescued". That was all these men of the cloth could
discern.
My trek began, survival my goal, seathing hatred for all who had
taken part in shapeing my exsistance fueling me. To what end I was
unsure and did not care. After months of relatively isolated travel I
came apoun a small village, the sweet pungance of death hung
heavily in the air, many signs of neglect of a once beloved
community stood out. The corpses of animals littered the streets,
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familys. I felt a strange sensation, nearly painful. I was smileing,
for the first time I was comfortable with my surroundings, even
pleased. I had no concern for the possiblity of contracting whatever
had laid waste to this village. This was home I would name it
Xolthul and take this name myself. As months passed I arranged the
skeletal remains as I saw fit, for I was lord and they my citizens. I
demanded absolute loyalty and recieved it. I was haveing my
revenge apoun the world. Little did I realize the short sightedness
of my desires. With little risk of a revolution I turned my thoughts to
pondering the state of reality. I had come to understand life was a
random occurance of events, yet true chaos did not rule the lands
nor the universe. It was not mans law that prevented this, it was
simply a reality. There had to be a base of order or all would cease
to exsist.
One day a man dressed in a dark cloak approached my kingdom, I
watched threw a broken window as he thoughtfully glanced over the
outskirts of the village and continued down the bone strewn streets.
His refined mannerism angered me, how I wished my skeletal
guards would raise and crush him, in time his remains joining my
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citizens. Uttering a few words of gibberish one of my citizens did
rise to what seemed life, yet it made no attempt to strike him down.
I came forth from the building screaming obsenitys at the man, my
voice cracking, a natural occurance for one entering puberty. He
merely smiled, uttering a single word of a language I did not
reconize, I found myself physically alseep. My mind was concious
yet my eyes and limbs would not respond to my insticts. Within
what seemed an hours time my viens burned, boiling with extreme
pain, a sence of impending doom washed over me. Tho my eyes
were shut I could no longer sense whether they were or not, I was
left to suffer for what seemed half a day. When I "awoke" I could
hear movement about me. A chilling whisper spoke. " Assumeing
you survive these maladictions, I wish to speak with you child."
Within a breath of my life the sickness subsided, my eyes were
once again my own tho the impending doom of the unknowen
remained. It did not surprise me I was not slain, from what I had
learned of life it was about suffering, death was a release none
seemed interested in giveing me. The man I had eariler seen was
nowhere in sight and so I retreated to the crumbling structure I
refered to as home to rest my bones.
The following eve I noticed a light illuminating a home on the far side
of the village. I approached cautiously takeing to the air I spied
apoun him. Another of my citizens had taken animated form, both
standing as true guards at the door. Why they had not done so for
me, I was unsure but deeply desired to fine out. Landing at an open
window he casually glanced at me, greeted me and invited me in.
Strange symbols had been traced into the dirt floor. Black candles
lit the desk at which he worked. We spoke of my desires, my
discust with the wastes of flesh I had knowen, my need to fullfill the
the revenge I so sought apoun the world. He smiled and whispered
mockingly, " Wastes of flesh? You may come to find there is no
such thing." He went on to explain he had seen my rage plainly
apoun my face, and that this was a road block in attaining what I
spoke of. We continued late into the morning, he spoke of the
arcane language I had so ignorantly refered to as gibberish. As
months passed we continued our discussions, Aldous my guest or
so he allowed me to believe. Another conversation which sticks out
in my mind was of my belief in an ordered exsistance while living in
a relm strongly influenced by chaos. "Your choice may serve you
better than you had realized boy." He said. "Options for one, trust is
granted by many to those who are believed to relate to man's laws.
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and so great leverage is easily obtained. One who realizes all
communications are based on the manipulation of the written or
spoken word is at a great advantage. Be it for purposes of deceit or
expressions of love none could attain their desires without such
manipulation of another, intentionally or not makes no difference.
The wastes of flesh as you so call them are blind to this truth."
Within months we began the study of the negative energys which
untill then had coarsed threw me unfocused, I soon was obsessed
with these studys. In two years time Aldous spoke of his art and
what was now mine, how the evolution of my studys would lead
ultimatly to what he described as the becomeing. This more than
anything I had heard previously awoke a hunger in me. He informed
me I would need seek out a guild in one of the larger citys of Thera
to continue my work. The day of my departure was apoun us, my
mentor had one last conversation with me concerning the society
I was to soon join. " To speak true of your desires cannot assist you
whichever path you may take, guard your true self well and use
others as your tools to accomplish what you seek. For in the eyes
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which I would again sojourn across Thera to find a new home,
Aldous appeared again in my door way. " My son." he spoke. "A
church once held Thera in a grep of veiled fear. It is thought to have
have been abolished by the Immortal lords themselves. If these
mortal beliefs are untrue, seek to let your true self slumber within
the shadows it casts." With a nod I began my journey to central
Thera. In time I found a tolerable guild in the city of Galadon, the
most vigilantly protected city of Thera. Since takeing up residence
here I have come to learn of many exclusive groups operateing
under their own agendas. Of them I belive the masters of the five
magics will serve my desires best with their extensive librarys
and knowledgable students to assist me in my becoming. I must
truely guard my base motivations from them, for they would not
approve. To be the lurking fear in mans wakeing dreams, if attained
I will have wrought my vengeance.
It is said the best revenge is to live a long life, while other would
claim it is a dish best served cold. I would have to say it is a dish
best served cold as the undeads touch, eternally.
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People tend to see what they want to see, simply placed words
augment such thoughts to personal realitys.
Once settled in Galadon I continued with my studys at a furious
pace. My nights spent in the meat locker of galadon, refineing
the base of my art, and many days in the lyceum devouring thier
texts of history. Learning what has shaped the world I am bound
to. The church which Aldous spoke of was mentioned in one book,
I will seek the remains of this faction, offering myself to the
shadows, to be the unknowen wakeing fear, which mortal man
creates. This fear must be channeled and manifested, it lays
about me waiting to be harnessed.
Nearing the end of my second year within Galadon I felt it time to
arroach the tower. Composeing a missive derived from my
imagination, a picture painted of a pleasant childhood. My young
mind admired and cared for within a school devoted to the arcane
arts. My teacher within this veil of lies, none other than Aldous.
Soon after I sought the acceptance of the magi Hifflio apprentice
of the dragon tower and now leader of the tower, I gave him no
reason to doubt my story, and seemed to impress him with my
insights, as he wanted.
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not be accepted. I do seek to master my art and expand the known
limits of it, they respect this as an end, yes this is a means to the
end I desire. I presume those I study beside would hold such
arrogance to see my vengful nature as a danger, weakness an
imperfection, but they do not suspect this.
Aldous had taught me well of others perceptions, I would not allow
myself to be read so easily. So they see what the wish of me. My
first year in the tower was spend in solitude, rarely if ever
engageing in discussion of interest. During this time I found my
choice in Hifflio was well made indeed. He was looked apoun as a
leader of minds by many long before he was given the
appointment of such. I belive he will prove a vital asset to me. I
suspect I have burrowed a place within his mind and he therefore
holds a special interest in my progression.
Over the next few years, I came to know the carnage war. I knew
many would seek my destruction, a mindset which seems a virus
plauges the mundane masses. Seeking an end to the use of the
arcane by mortal minds, for various reasons. Tho dangerous these
people are rather amuseing. the village of battle tho borne of
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magic now despise it, and still young mundanes quest to sleep
wihtin a hut and for what would seem corruption of themselves as
they suckle at what lingers from the ancient weave that has now
been perverted to abilitys granted them. Those knowen as the
warders I know very little of to this day, other than they protect
that which I wish to exsist outside of. They to seem a liveing
contradiction, no matter.
As time passed I continued my studys, one day the magi Shenara
approached me and doubtfully placed her trust in my hands to free
her of her burden. It would seem an attempt to live outside of
natures laws was made, with her being a focal point. A course
taken by a magi mad with desire for immortality. Mithadris, once
lord adept of necromancy now feeds what he was not able to
surpass, nature. A horrid fate to be sure. As I understand it
Shenara is host to his twisted desire of a feeble limited form of
his true goal. Two seeds of his taken from the natural mother were
imprisoned within crystals to mature untill their possible birth. Yet
the bitch of this reality, nature would not allow this, and so the
crystals were placed within Shenara's body and a dark weave
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simplistic at best and nothing as yet has been seen of the
rituals performed to complete the deed. As her body fails her and
these children feed apoun her I have been looked apoun to bring
this to its conclusion. I found myself compelled to take part, the
perverse nature of this problems many layers drives my curiosity.
And so I am assumed, student, teacher, surgeon, midwife, healer
and warrior.
Many events have continued to shape my path, though as time
has passed I only recall that which held importance to my desires.
the appointment of Lord Adept. At first I encountered doubt from
many students aswell as resentment and blatent disrespect from
many rather green students of necromancy. A result of my youth
coupled with my relative inexperience with the more complex dark
weaves. I devoted myself to progression within my guild as was
requested/demanded by our once leader Hifflio. This coupled with
simply chosen words and actions soon allowed me the political
leverage, respect and loyalty I desired.
The burden of corporeality staggers you.
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I began to seek out what man had refered to as 'the cleric', a once
priest of the city of Arboria. It is belived he can offer the guidance
needed to live outside of natures grasp. Of all my desires I
needed to focus apoun this singular goal, so I might hold eternity
to satiate my hungers......As years passed in the solitude of my
purpose. I felt the silence which my mind will one day know of, if
fail. I must not. With no progress made it was clear to continue in
this routine I had adopted over the years would be the definition
of insanity. I knew I must approach this problem differently.
It came to pass that Hifflio would stand down as the mortal leader
of the tower in order to persue his personal studys. This moment
of time allowed for the testing of political waters for many
headstrong students, the chaos of indepent thought ensued.
I saw a possible future for the tower, one of strength fueled by
subterfuge. I openly made my desire to lead the tower clear to
the majority.
I had spoken with many notable faction members choosing my
my words working to many possible ends. I found there was room
to work within the confines of their morality/beliefs, I had dreams
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the underlying purpose of the harvest. In any case this was not to
be.
Of recent times, age old wounds of the tower have reopened and
begun to weep. We had recieved information quite obviously most
valuable to us from an entity knowen to us now as A-, we belive
this being to be a helping us. Tho I have not placed my full trust in
this possiblity. The tower still in a turbulent point of time was not
prepared for what was to come, and so matters concerning this
information and situation were handled with bullish ignorance.
This has resulted in a complete loss of leverage for the tower,
many conspire against us at this time. Had I absolute control once
this senario began I belive we would stand in a far stronger
position. Time will tell how badly we have hindered ourselves.
embodyment of the reflection seen within this glass of mores.
Stareing them in the eye it is plain to see none has reconized me,
allowing the impending harvest to linger every closer.
I belive father Aldous would be pleased.
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I must now refocus my efforts to the becomeing, it has been a
very unsure path. I have heard dark whispers, I suspect now they
may have come from the one knowen as the biomancer. Whats
more a priest healer of the grey horn I belive, claims to have had
a divine converstation reguarding my desires and put forth a task
which he claims I must perform so as to ensure my spirits safe
journey through the becomeing. I was hesitant to begin with and
at this point have chosen to not belive his words for various
reasons, I can only pray I have chosen wisely. I will again
concentrate apoun speaking with this skeletal priest of Arboria.
May Aldous guide me in my second rebirth.