Posted by Orelian on December 16, 2000 at 03:35:43:
Okay, this character went straight to shit after a weeks worth of bullshit mobdeaths to lag (But mostly because of oddball accidents with groupmates). END RANT--Sorry for that, it just needed to be said. Anyhow, here's the descriptions and role: desc + Your eyes barely notice this young man as you survey your surroundings. #2 desc + Before you is a rather seasoned looking man. Hardened, yes, but quite attractive, role + In a cozy, cheerful room did the story of Orelian al'Aandris begin. His mother; Fienn's lame-ass attempt at a Maran
Gaining back 40k of a 50k hole only to be killed again...and again by mobs, is fucking maddening. So oh well, I'm sorry I wasted your time, Garenth. And Shokai...well, RP'ing that you're 'always there' is one thing, but shit, I was about 105 hours old and played/prayed at every time I could possibly do, yet never saw you except for once. But even then, I went straight to your temple and prayed. All you did was go offline or wizinvis and left me hanging. Anyway, I'm sure you had reasons. I guess I just don't have the energy for this crap right now. I mean, exp holes suck, we all have lives to live and we MUD for fun, not to spend hours on end being 'punished' by a damned game.
desc + Though, now that you take a closer look, perhaps there is more to him than
desc + one would think. His clothes certainly wouldn't make him stand out--mere
desc + peasant garb, in simple shades of brown, grey, and natural linen. Nor would
desc + the sturdy ironwood staff in his right hand indicate anything unusual.
desc + The feeling almost disappears until your eyes meet his. A piercing, cunning
desc + gaze of deep azure siezes your attention for a moment, a look unlike that
desc + of a common sheperd or woolheaded farm brat. Where one would expect the
desc + bleary meekness of a commoner, here you sense intelligence and a frightening
desc + determination in his manner. To what end his intentions are aimed, you can
desc + only guess at.
desc + As your eyes turn away from this odd young man you notice a thick leather
desc + cord strewn around his tanned neck. Hung at the bottom of the necklace is
desc + a tiny metal disc with a finely etched scene of a pointed ankh floating in
desc + front of a blazing sun...
desc + if in a rugged sense of the word. His hair is thick and brown, cascading haphazardly
desc + to his midback and gnarling from his face in a shaggy beard, like the mane of some
desc + wild beast. His eyes, you notice, seem to shift slightly as the light touches them.
desc + Sometimes a deep, furious blue, and at other times seeming to be a radiant silver.
desc + An aquiline, tan nose flares at times, as if he is smelling the air. His garb is
desc + nothing impressive, in fact, it looks rather like the garb of a peasant. Simple
desc + shades of brown, green, and natural linen are the entirety of his fashion, though
desc + you notice a gleaming silver medallion upon his chest etched with a scene of a
desc + bladed ankh floating in front of a blazing sun. Strapped to his belt with a leather
desc + cord is a beat-up book with an intricate lock set into the cover...perhaps a diary?
desc + Though his clothing would lead most eyes towards finer views, the mere aura of this
desc + man exudes strength, savagery, and conviction. You may wish to be wary around him.
desc +
desc + Catching one last glance, you notice that...
Role:
role + had been up all night because of his refusal to come easily into the world, and;
role + his father was right there beside her. Friends and family alike were outside the;
role + door listening for the sound of a newborn. Soon enough they heard it and let fly;
role + a chorus of cheers in their hillbilly manner. But their jubilation was short ;
role + lived as a wailing began from that same room.;
role +
role + "Jace, what's the matter? Can ye hear what's goin' on? Jace?"
role +
role + Jace, the brother of the man in the other room, cracked the door open just a bit
role + to look inside. Closing it after only a moment and turning towards the mass of
role + worried friends and family.
role +
role + "She's dead", was all he could say.
role +
role + As Alexander al'Aandris held his weeping son in one arm and stroked his wife's;
role + hair with the other, he didn't even notice the commotion outside the room. Only
role + his wife, lovely Katherine, and his son.
role + A comforting hand found it's way to Alexander's shoulder, the hand of a most
role + benevolent soul, the hand of Father Baende'.
role +
role + "I am sorry for thy loss my son", the old man rasped,"But, not all is lost. In thy
role + arms is thy legacy as well as dear Katherine's." Gently tapping his shoulder, the
role + old man turned towards the door saying, "Mourn when thou can my son, but thou must
role + celebrate the new life brought into the world by thee as well."
role +
role + "...I thought that perhaps after a life of service to the Light my gift was this
role + blessed woman, Father. Oh how I cherished her love," he said, cupping her face in
role + his hand, "Oh how I adored her. How can this be right Father? How can the Gods
role + allow this to happen when all I have done is serve them?! This day of all blessed
role + days! Nay Father! I cannot celebrate, I am damned!" With that he kissed his wife's
role + forehead with the last ounce of tenderness his heart could muster and stood quickly.
role + "I am not fit to be this child's father. I could not tolerate myself at the anger
role + he would arouse in me. Alas I cannot allow that. He is a part of her...and deserves
role + better than I can offer, Father." Turning to walk towards the center of the room, he
role + added, "Entrust his care to my brother. He is a good man, a better man. See to it
role + that he is taught our ways, that he may repair the damage my damnation has brought
role + to our name."
role +
role + "But Alexan-..." The old priests' words were cut short as Alexander summoned forth
role + magics he had never hoped to have use for again, and disappeared in a flash of light.
role + Sighing deeply, the old man rasped, "May Bria have mercy on thy soul my son, and
role + still thy anger..."
role +
role + Jace opened the door slowly, looking around the room for his brother. "Where is he,
role + Father?"
role + ;
role + "Best that we see to Katherine my son. We have much to speak of." Looking around the
role + room, the old man suddenly didn't feel comfortable or cozy, merely hollow inside at
role + what he had witnessed.
role + ;
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role +
role + Orelian never knew the truth about his real father. He grew up believing that Jace
role + al'Aandris was his father, and that it was he who had been married to Katherine.
role + Fortunately he inherited his father's goodness as well as a talent for magics. Though
role + the magics Alexander and Jace wielded were those of the elements, and invocation,
role + Orelian found himself able to alter what was around him. A natural transmuter. Rare
role + in his bloodline.
role +
role + On his fifteenth birthday, Orelian was told of his calling in life. He was told of
role + the nobility of his family and charged with the task of protecting the innocent and
role + hunting down the wretched shadowspawn that have festered in the lands, as his ancestors
role + had been doing through the ages. It was also on that day that his 'father' presented him
role + with the medallion he wears with a religious dedication. On it is etched a symbol of a
role + blazing sun eclipsed by a pointed Ankh. The Sun symbolizes the Light of goodness which
role + his family has faithfully defended, the pointed Ankh symbolizes peace at the cost of
role + war. For the darkness will not recede on it's own like the tides of the Oceans. it must
role + be burnt away, scraped from the face of the earth.
role +
role + Unfortunately for Orelian his 'father', Jace, died during the winter of his eighteenth
role + year. Their farm had been situated east of Tar Valon, in the rugged lands near the
role + ancestral home of the Dwarves. Apparently the meddling Aes Sedai in Tar Valon had
role + been trying to uncover the mysteries of the Waygate by using a recently excavated
role + Ter'angreal to protect themselves from Machin Shin, the Black Wind. In their endeavors
role + they were beset by a pack of fifteen trollocs from the Ways themselves. Had they been
role + prepared, they would have dealt with them easily, but the suddenness and visciousness
role + of the attack gave them no chance. By the time the confusion had settled, the marauding
role + trollocs had fled the city towards their destination...
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role +
role + "Ingaza gra' kithacka Iol!", shouted the bull-headed trolloc at the head of the band as
role + the others took to howling in a monstrous chorus.
role +
role + Awakening from what must have been a dreamed voice howling into the night, Orelian could
role + not help the feeling that something was wrong. Quickly he got out of his bed and stepped
role + lightly on the cold planks underneath him. His eyes went wide as the floor seemed to
role + rumble underneath him, and the sound of bestial snarling began to grow increasingly louder
role + with each passing second. After only a moment his 'father' burst into the room, shouting,
role + "Move! Quick! We are-...", his words fell short as a monstrous, goat-headed form crashed
role + through the window. "Run boy!", shouted Jace as he conjured forth a column of crimson
role + fire to consume the beast. As quickly as it fell, three more were leaping into the room,
role + shouting in some guttural, barbaric tongue. At the head of the trio was a hulking, bull-
role + headed trolloc dressed in spiked, crimson armor. As it's gaze fell upon Jace, Orelian could
role + see the hate in it's inhuman eyes, an all too personal hatred.
role + Amazingly, the trolloc began to speak in a grating voice. "You...you kill Ingaza! Ingaza
role + was brood-mother. You blood enemy! We eat the flesh from you bones! We not let die until you
role + beg to serve Him!"
role + What happened next could best be described as a haze of flames, blood, screaming, and steel.
role + Though at some point in that symphony of destruction, Jace turned to Orelian with a pained
role + grimace on his face. No time for last words or painful farewells, just a slight smile and
role + a flick of the wrist from Jace and Orelian found himself in Tar Valon, standing under a
role + towering redwood tree.
role +
role + "No! Father no! Please save them! Light! Father!!!"
role + He fell to his knees, knowing what had happened. He knew his 'father' would never be taken
role + alive. Surely he had summoned all of his strength to bring an inferno upon them. Not allowing
role + any of those vile creatures to live and extinguishing his life. Tears flowed from his eyes
role + at the thought of what had occured, and he wanted to scream at his frustration. His hopelessness
role + quickly gave over to rage, a cold, ruthless hatred. He felt the reightousness of his bloodline
role + flowing through him more than ever before. At that moment he wanted nothing other than to
role + kill every last trolloc he could find. The callousness he had seen on those eyes had cleaved
role + deep into his soul. He could *see* the evil in that thing. He was so repulsed he could have
role + heaved at the mere thought of it. Such alien cruelty, such vileness...he knew his purpose from
role + that day forth...
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role + =================================The Journal of Orelian al'Aandris===================================
role + .
role + . --I have finally taken up my old hobby. Literature of course--Father always said that a good man .
role + . was a man wise in the history of the lands, a man who had learnt from the follies of generations .
role + . long turned to dust. So I found myself emersed in the scrolls and seemingly infinite volumes of .
role + . books which grace the library of the Celestial Lyceum. Not to toot my own horn, but I think I .
role + . could land a job as a college history proffessor with ease. It's not as if such a drab life would .
role + . suit me, however. .
role + . Bah! The first page of this book and I already ramble about nothing. It's not as if I can just .
role + . erase the ink from these pages. Light I am becoming a fool! I suppose I should wait until I have .
role + . something worthwhile to jot down in here before I ruin the whole thing. .
role + . .
role + . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ .
role + . .
role + . --At last I have had some semblance of revenge for my Father's demise. Into the den of the filthy .
role + . trollocs we struck, killing them by the score. Exhiliration was what took me, not fear. I could .
role + . have stayed there on the front line for months...is that madness I wonder? I dare say it is not. .
role + . It is not madness to enjoy cleansing the world of those filthy things. Nay, I believe it was the .
role + . blood in my veins taking control, turning fear into reightous rage. I have never felt so good in .
role + . my life. I truly have found my calling. Praise be to Shokai for the strength he hath given me... .
role + . .
role + . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ .
role + . .
role + . --How long has it been since I've had so much as a hot bath? This morning my friend commented on .
role + . how skinny I have become...indeed I can see my ribcage. That can't be healthy...there is nothing .
role + . to eat here among these undead fiends. Trollocs in life are bad, yes. In death they are truly and .
role + . utterly terrifying. At times I wonder at my mettle, but then I think of how long I have insisted .
role + . we stay here, cleansing this place. I wonder truly if THEY can handle the strain of this place... .
role + . every night is restless in this void. The zombie demons that infest these haunted walls hiss and .
role + . groan in their eternal damnation, striking unease into my heart...whispering they are...always .
role + . whispering! Silence! All I want is SILENCE! .
role + . .
role + . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ .
role + . .
role + . --I have never feared death more than when I was in that accursed place. I do not fear death in .
role + . itself, for I know that in death I shall simply carry my mortal battle to the immortal world--yet .
role + . when one dies in Shadar Logoth, they do not truly die. Indeed their souls stay imprisoned inside .
role + . of their bodies...but they are warped, dark...twisted. I have seen men who were my friends, noble .
role + . souls, turn on me within a night of dying. We are left with no choice but to cremate any who die. .
role + . For it seems that in death they do not lose their intelligence. I had a hard enough time killing .
role + . Yoric...well, killing him for the second time anyway. He pleaded to me, he called me by name... .
role + . Whatever vile witchery that hath tainted this place, it is truly the essence of what I fight. .
role + . .
role + . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ .
role + . .
role + . --We barely made it out. Our losses were...massive. Things were going well until... .
role + . (the writing here seems to have been done with a shakey hand)...until three nights ago. We had .
role + . cut our way to this strange wall. It was designed with such quality...as if someone had turned .
role + . plants into stone and made a wall out of it. We had set up camp with the usual perimeter defense. .
role + . We had chosen to pitch the camp around the strange wall. I was up late perusing through my books .
role + . when I noticed that Aladrel, bless his soul, was poking around at the wall. I heard it...I heard .
role + . it call to him...like a voice inside of my head--No, like a thousand-thousand voices all screaming.
role + . and hissing his name...beckoning him. Before I could give warning he had pulled a piece of the .
role + . wall away somehow. .
role + . Th-....the wall split in two. Like a gate...and inside it was like a pitch black mirror...I .
role + . could see Aladrel's reflection in it, and he just walked right into himself! The thing...I can .
role + . only describe it as a Black Wind, began to seep out of the gate! A howling demon! A thousand of .
role + . them screaming in damnation! I could barely keep from turning and fleeing into the night, it was .
role + . as if fear itself had manifested itself...just in time, however, I noticed the piece of the wall .
role + . that Aladrel had removed...it was a leaf...a beautiful leaf, almost alive. I don't know how it is .
role + . possible, but you who read this must believe me, that gate was alive. .
role + . I barely evaded the demon wind and set the leaf onto the wall. Before my eyes it started to .
role + . lurch back to it's closed position, driving the Wind back. I used my binding magics to hold as .
role + . many of us as I could to the ground. It was not enough...so many were simply sucked into that maw .
role + . of blackness. Screaming, pleading...the fear.....the fear was so strong, the urgency... .
role + . I will never be the same. I can write no more this day, I am sorry...my heart weeps moreso than .
role + . eyes ever shall. I must avenge them. I must find the root of this evil...someday. .
role + .
role + . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
role + .
role + . --It has been a long time since last I wrote in this book. For a time I had forgotten I even own- .
role + . it. Though I had forgotten many things besides that in my sojourn into savagery. It happened a .
role + . few years ago in Hillcrest. You see...I had been training hard to learn the art of Shifting. Well .
role + . the Mistress of the Hillcrest Hall did see the determination in me and gave me a hint towards the .
role + . goal I sought. She claimed that I was trying too hard to become a beast...and that I had not even .
role + . tasted of blood, or hunted as this beast would. She said no more than that...leaving me to ponder .
role + . this in solitude. Needless to say...I have spent the better part of the last year afoot in the .
role + . wilds. I have hunted...I have killed...I have survived, but never did I forget my mission, never .
role + . did the urge to tear flesh from the throat of the Shadowspawn leave me. Once I had wished to do .
role + . battle with my hands, or with a blade...but now I prefer claw and tooth. For everytime I make the .
role + . kill I feel perhaps an inkling of resolution to my life. But there is no end...the Shadow festers .
role + . and swells with every dusk. I am a pawn in a game of Divine Chess, a soldier for eternity. At .
role + . times this has made life very...gloomy. Though who am I to doubt the possibility of final victory?.
role + . I have no choice, and no other desire than to fight, I am hollow without the glory of the Light .
role + . to fill me and guide me. I pray that someday Lord Shokai will notice my zeal...it is only the .
role + . fight which keeps me strong, only my faith that upholds me... .
(That last line was a 'tad' for my own benefit I believe. heh)
Anyhow, adios