Posted by ewwwwwww on November 7, 2000 at 21:51:14:
In Reply to: Role and description posted by Vilkokin on November 7, 2000 at 21:28:43:
> I know it sucks, all of you that speaks more then one language will understand, > <674hp 448m 675mv> role > Added Mon Jun 19 16:06:07 2000 at level 30: > Added Sun Jul 30 19:21:59 2000 at level 39: > duergar tears her robe apart leaving her naked. At this point, the > Added Fri Aug 25 14:30:35 2000 at level 39: > Added Mon Aug 28 11:04:15 2000 at level 39: > <674hp 448m 675mv> l selrf > <674hp 448m 675mv> l self > So you see? one can have a great time without being a novelist, but my new character has a better one and the next will be even better and so on. The way I see that role command is that you SHOULD had things in there when your character changes his point of view, find a way to make it fit, so many people asked me why have you turned to the light, hehehe because I don't want to lose all those hours of practicing, I had to come up with something, not the best thing but it was still working.. well any comments and tips on english would be appreciated. > See you in the field
> Your role is:
> Added Wed Jun 7 18:50:45 2000 at level 26:
> Born in New Thalos from an Imperial father and humble mother, Vilkokin was raised in the Imperial ways
> since he could walk.
> When he took the bloodoath, it was a simple formality and becoming a citizen was as easy.
> Being a citizen.. this is what Vilkokin was raised for.. now anathema.. revenge will come.. not only on
> empire, on all evil ones
> Time has passed since the taint was removed. Now that he wears
> dwarven armor, many have called Vilkokin 'dwarf' and ask the same
> question : 'What made you turn to the light? What happened?' All
> Vilkokin could answer was vague and uncertain. Then he became
> aware of the dream, always the same one. A group of duergars
> torturing a dwarven woman. By the armors, one would say that
> occurred many centuries ago. The dwarven lady is covered with
> bruises and is chained to the wall of what seems to be the wall of a
> dungeon.She shows no fear and keeps a stern look on her face.
> Facing her, a strong duergar, scepter in hand, sits in a crude throne.He
> stands suddenly and with a gesture, he orders the duergars to leave
> the room. A sadistic smile, a knife, still no fear in the
> dwarven lady's eye, even when he grabbed her arm and cut a piece of
> skin on her forearm. She spat to his face. With a growl, the
> [Hit Return to continue]
> dream starts to fade. A piece of skin lies on the ground. On it,
> the tattoo of a bird. A woman's voice shouting. The cry of a new born
> child. A pale duergar child, alone on a road, fleeing. The
> same duergar, much older, wearing imperial armor. Generations of
> duergars, war, crime, filth. Vilkokin's father teaching him the
> Imperial laws. The aura of light. Blood. Death.
> After many prayers, many death... many battle lost and no sign, no answers to his prayer the taint star
> ted to grow once again in Vilkokin's heart.
> But the Skyborn was watching him all this time, testing his faith...
> You do not see that here.
> Before you stands Vilkokin. Short but muscular, he seems covered with oil.
> His skin is very dark and you notice scar almost everywhere except on his face.
> A greasy black beard woven with what seems to be small bones falls on his chest.
> His right hand rest on a small dagger at his belt while the other moves while he talks,
> punctuating everything he says.
> His voice his harsh and cold. You know he will show no mercy.
> But deep in his eyes, the light shines from within his heart.
> The duergar looks like he needs some sleep...
> Vilkokin, a male duergar, is in perfect health.