Posted by Jhaerin on March 19, 2000 at 13:07:37:
In Reply to: Idea for a Rager role.. posted by Jhaerin on March 19, 2000 at 13:04:49:
To be honest, all I hear about Ragers are how they hate magic because it crippled them emotionally, physically, or hurt a close relative, parent, etc.. So, I came up with an idea, surprisingly, in a dream I had. I probably won't be using this myself since I like magic and utility classes as opposed to brute force, but this will help some young aspiring Rager who wants to have an -original- reason for joining Battle: As a young boy, RagerWannabe was never very smart. Hailing from a powerful family of mages residing in -whatever-, RagerWannabe wanted only to follow in the traditions of his ancestors and kin. Unfortunately, RagerWannabe was never very smart, and would often slack behind in his studies, prefering to pummel a rabbit to its death rather than give it superrabbit strength, transform it into a chicken, or charm it. His parents looked down on him with dismay, while his brothers and sisters laughed at him secretly. He was often excluded from the spellslinging contests that took place in Tar Valon, where his family was well-known and respected for their magical abilities that won them the distinguished award as well as respect from all who viewed these contests. His parents tried to remedy him, claiming that he was simply mind-blocked and would grow out of it, but they grew more and more aware that their son was simply a black sheep and brought down their reputation. With a heavy heart, they weaved a heavy forget spell so that he would feel no pain nor remorse for his failure as a son, and convinced him to leave the village, and never speak of his family to anyone he would meet. They exiled him from his only home, leaving him with nothing but a book of amature survival spells and a rusty dagger. He made his way through the plains, wastelands, and roads that trailed through Thera, relying more on his dagger and the shielding abilities of his book than the spells that were entwined within. Eventually he found and settled in -hometown-
and took up a profession as an apprentice to the warrior guildmaster, guarding the guild and serving as bartender at times. He found solace in the -spec weapons- he carried on him, and it is fabled that his -name of armor- was sewn together from the tan leather pages of the only memory he retains of his family.