Posted by Tat on March 20, 2000 at 17:00:42:

In Reply to: Well, here is my role and desc, Deleted because it was not fair to the other Cabal I was in with another char, to bad, I was proud of these. posted by Forsquillus on March 20, 2000 at 15:21:40:

> <72%hp 26%m 100%mv> role
> Your role is:
> Added Sat Feb 26 07:57:19 2000 at level 1:
> Born in the lost city of Ysce to the Gallicinae during the
> height of its depravity, this young priestess grew up knowing
> the privileges of being the daughter of the Nine Queens of
> a powerful realm. Having completed her training in the ancient
> arts of scrying and Magik, and completed the term of her vestalhood
> at the age of sixteen, she began to plot to become Gallicinae
> herself. Having contrived to have the youngest of the Queens
> die in childbirth, she used her arts to procure the sanction of
> the Gods for the vacant position. Her last obstable was her
> beloved father, the King. Since birth, she had worshipped him,
> loved him, and looked towards the day when he would take her
> as one of his Queens. But being a foreigner as the Kings of
> Ysce must be, he could not bring himself to consummate the
> Holy marriage that the Gods had decreed between himself and his
> daughter. At first enraged beyond belief at this utter rebuke
> from he most beloved, she stole herself and decided to replace
> her father. And by bringing in many young men, seducing them
> and setting them to the holy Challenge of single combat, almost
> succeeded in placing one of them on the Throne.

> This was not her only agenda, however. Her father's refusal
> [Hit Return to continue]

> to consummate the Holy Marriage was part of the fulfillment of
> an ancient and forgotten prophecy, given to the cities founder
> by its own patron Gods, "There will come a time when the First
> citizen will turn from our Worship, and the people will
> follow him. For this, we will unleash the winds, and Ysce will
> be no more". Embittered towards her own people by their support
> of the King, and their hatred towards her for trying so
> blatantly to replace him, she began to use the arcane arts taught
> to all of the Gallicinae in the purpose of the fullfilment of
> the Prophesy.

> At the appointed night, she called upon the Mother Goddess for
> her sanction on the endeavor, but the Mother would not agree
> without something of equal value in return for the destruction
> of Ysce. Forsquillus thought long about this, for she knew that
> nothing short of an amazing sacrifice would buy the aid of the
> Goddess. At first, she thought to offer her soul....but she was
> held back by the certainty that it already belonged to another.
> Suddenly gripped by the hand of Fate, words came from her
> that were not hers, but were a distillation of her wielded
> by some guiding force, and she spoke the Eternal Promise. On
> [Hit Return to continue]

> the night of the Anniversary of the Kings refusal, the Gods
> did unleash the Winds in a tumultuous roar, destroying their
> own most magnificent city, and allowing only three to escape.
> Not wishing to face the Wrath of her Father and his one remaining
> Queen, Forsquillus left those realms, in search of the one who
> held her soul, and moved her to speak, and also in search of
> the power and knowledge to make good on her Eternal Promise.

> <72%hp 26%m 100%mv>
> The healer closes his eyes for a moment and nods at you.
> You feel better!

> <100%hp 26%m 100%mv> desc
> Your description is:
> Covered by a tight, form revealing robe of the purest white,
> this shapely avian figure strolls into your sight with a most
> feline grace and ease, lacking the swift, jerky movements that
> characterize most of her race. Gazing closer, succeeding in
> wrenching your eyes from her revealing curves, you catch her
> eye....and immediately feel a chilling of your soul.

> Under the ample, flowing cowl of her robe of shimmering
> brightness, lies a pate devoid of all ornamentation. Of feather,
> hair, or cap you find not a trace. This bare skin at her crown
> contrasts in such a way with the darkness of the plumage on
> her neck and hands to give almost the impression of a living
> skull. But what rivets you to the spot, is the flame that
> you can veritably see leaping from her Eyes, the flame of
> intelligence, the flame of intensity, but mostly the flame of
> a purpose driven onwards by a single concentrated and prideful
> soul.

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• Not fair to all the arbiter applicants(2...chuckle) if I am playing a master when they are on. So I dropped Fors...n/t Grallon 05:18:37 3/21/2000 (0)

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