Posted by squaylank on October 24, 2000 at 20:13:03:
I put a fargin lot of time into this role. and I delete in a drunken rager on my FIRST PK DEATH! Well here is my desc + role. No one knew me because I was nobody. please tell me what you though of my role. desc Squaylank the Herald of Pestilence is creating unrest in the common he comes near. His uncivilized manner is barbaric and destructive. A dozen raven black dreadlokhs are pulled back tightly against his scalp, showing a morbid face. Squaylanks tan mocha face is unshaven and scruffy. While his emerald green eyes peer out from almost slit like eyelids, these eyes pierce the armor you wear revealing your weakness and fear. A sharp pencil shaped nose protrudes from his face, which only adds to the look of distain. Large lips are cracked open to one the right side in a growling manner revealing sharp incisors. His armor is blackend and unrevealing, with the exception of showing his humongous build. Giant like arms extend out of short sleeves to reveal ample muscular development. Huge, paw like, hands wield weapon of great destruction and pain... role A dark skin baron would travel all over Thera. He traveled with his only son, Samuel, and his son's best friend, Squaylank. Squaylank was also their indentured servant by way of his father's debt to this dark skinned baron.
Please comment on what you want to flame of laugh at all critics welcome.
You do not look any longer at Squaylank except to see that...
On the return of an uneventful trip to Darsylon, where they had spoken and had a bit of respite with many of the houses of Lord and Ladies, they were ambushed by a small group of Drowish thieves.
The baron drew his sword and tried to fend for them. He was cursing himself for not accepting the escort the last elven lord had tried to give him. The baron began to fight them back. Which seemed to make the drows withdraw.
Yet they didn't withdraw to run but to change situations. One of the drows, which seemed larger than the others and in charge, turned his gaze to Samuel and uttered the arcane words "Gjwaa". Suddenly Samuel was no longer behind the protection of his father, but in the hands of the drow.
With a sword presses against the struggling boy, the baron cried out and said he would stop fighting if they spared his son. The drow nodded his head as if saying he agreed. The baron put down his sword, and stepped away from it.
The large drow grinned a vile and wicked grin as the other drows grabbed the baron and wrestled him to the ground. "Fool", the large drow cried as he cleaved the boy's head from his shoulders. The baron cries out in pain and grief as he is soon stabbed in the spine and left to spasm in pain until death took him.
He could only stand and watch as his friend and the baron are slain before his eyes.
The large drow took a long look at Squaylank and the as if made up his mind uttered the arcane word "gzzz". Suddenly Squaylank collapses in a very deep slumber.
Squaylank awoke to a sharp pain in his back. He was dressed in shackles, and being told to get out of a wagon. He was to be their slave.
For many years Squaylank served under the whip, as each day passed his conscience and moral slowly bleed out of him. His thoughts were no longer those of fear and escape, but those of hate and revenge. For every lash with the whip he would one day give back two. For every strike and scar he received he would give it back two fold.
One day when he was around the age of 16 he snuck into the tents of each drow and slit the throat of each of the drow and covering himself in their blood. He left the large drow, whom he had learned was called Gretalzphain, for last. When he had entered the tent of the Gretalzphain. He was angered to see that Gretalzphain was already dead. The large drow had many tomes of arcane magic open upon a small table. Apparently these tomes held a spell that Gretalzphain couldn't master, but mastered him. Squaylank slowly took each of the leather bound tomes from the small table, three in all, and examined them. The first of the three volumes was somewhat ruined by a fuzzy black mold that seemed to grow from within. Barely discernable from the growing mold on the cover were written the words "Pes-i-ne". The second of the volumes was worse than the first. It was blackened from fire, and many pages were torn and/or singed. Inscribed on the cover of this volume words "De-tru-ton". The final volume, unlike any of the others, was in perfect condition not a tear, scratch or even a dog-ear that would mark a page. On the cover of this perfect tome, was scribed "MIND". At the bottom of the tomb was written, "This book enhances the powers that are in your mind and soul making make them one forever. Not intended for avid reading."
Squaylank was curious about the third volume so he opened it and began to read. Though this book did not wish to be read, it slowly began to glow, and change shape finishing as a ball of light. With a sudden jolt the ball of light absorbs itself in the head of Squaylank…
"Awake young man…" came a voice in the darkness. Slowly Squaylank realizes that the glowing ball of light had knocked him out.
"AWAKEN NOW," came the voice again!
Squaylank opened his' eyes to see that he was sprawled out on the ground next to the cold corpse of Gretalzphain.
"Good you are awake now," the voice spoke. "I have many names but you will call me Rozenalf."
"Who and where are you," said Squaylank as he sat up?
"I am Rozenalf the Book of Mind, and where I am is in your mind," came the voice of Rozenalf. "You are the only one who can hear me. Don't bother to speak out loud for I hear the thoughts of your mind body and soul. You question as to what I am doing quite clear. You have absorbed me into your mind and I am enhancing what was on your mind and in your soul when you read me. Your mind and soul have but one purpose in this life, and that is pain and revenge. You now are going to extract pain on everyone who is in your way. You are taking revenge out on everyone because of the pain you have suffered. Your mind was warped into this and now I am enhancing it forever. This is all you need to know for now. As you grow in strength I will also increase your strength. For now master the other two tomes that you have in your hands. Travel the world spreading the power of those two volumes and I will give you insight when I feel like it. Now pick up some armor and a sword for you will need it..."
Squaylank could do nothing but feel the power of Rozenalf and his burning wish to extract pain and revenge. He traveled to a city that was not far form the thieves' encampment. This city was named Seatryn Modan.
"That is all fine and good you have gained alot of experience," Rozenalf says to Squaylank. "Use some people to help you. You can give them pain latter, use them now," finished Rozenalf.