Posted by Thooble on May 23, 2000 at 04:37:28:
In Reply to: The role that I remembered to copy. The end is missing, of course. posted by Avendella on May 22, 2000 at 23:11:43:
> Your role is: > Avendella feels betrayed by her people and believes that they should all > Added Thu Feb 3 20:25:09 2000 at level 10: > Added Tue Feb 22 10:03:30 2000 at level 28: > Added Mon Mar 13 17:37:39 2000 at level 39: > Added Mon Apr 3 20:38:00 2000 at level 43: > Added Sat Apr 15 16:20:54 2000 at level 47:
> Added Wed Feb 2 17:13:42 2000 at level 3:
> Since she was a small child, Avendella had the gift of healing, though it only
> manifested itself in times of need. As she grew, she became fascinated with
> her abilities and began to search frantically for the means to further herself.
> The creatures in the vale near her home, in Darsylon, were well protected by
> the elves and those of the Grove. As a result, she found herself in what she
> considered a sizeable rut. With no place to learn and no one to teach her,
> she made do with what she had at her disposal. Deep in the night, Avendella
> set snares for small forest animals. She nursed each of the creatures she
> caught back to health and made quite a name for herself. In time, this was
> no longer enough and she began to harm the little things to greater extent.
> One night, she went too far. She killed one of the great cooshies and was,
> to her enormous disappointment, unable to revive him. Since that day, she
> has been dedicated to her goal of gaining mastery over death.
> pay for the role they played in her eventual fate. She is now without home
> family and seeks her place in the world.
> Avendella has petitioned each of the great liches and has been accepted as
> apprentice to Zorszaul. She has been given her first lessons in the art of
> necromancy, Zorszaul showing her how to create a zombie and Viscrinth,
> teaching her the history of Arboria and the Lichmaker. She has decided
> to seek her place in among the scholars at the Tower of Magic. Viscrinth
> offered to teach her what he knows of necromancy if his Lord Twist allows.
> With Twist's disappearance and the Tower's refusal to accept her, she
> has furthered her studies with Zorszaul. She has become proficient
> in the ways of harvesting bodies for flesh golems and can feel the
> magic within her, though it still escapes her grasp. She feels that she
> is only a step away from channeling the power and finding the source
> of mana.
> After decades of devoted study, failure, frustration, and perserverance, Avendella
> finally managed to find the source of all mana. It was a cold, bitter night when
> Zorszaul found her, sharing a drink with an Imperial Blade at the Eternal Star.
> He was adament that she come with him to the graveyard behind the Inn in Seantryn
> Modan. It was there that he gave her final lesson... and there that she learned
> to demand the forces she wished to control. Since childhood, she had asked
> for the gift that surged through her veins and it was this that prevented her
> from finding what it was she sought. It was difficult.. more difficult than
> anything she had ever done before, but Zorszaul insisted that she succeed. To her
> immense relief, the corpse of a half elven merchant opened its eyes, then stood to
> serve her. For weeks, Avendella and her teacher continued her lessons in the
> abandoned graveyard of Barovia, and though they remained silent, the news of her
> success spread like wildfire throughout the land. Avendella the Malefic, Mistress
> of Forbidden Lore, they called her. It was with great reluctance she left the protection
> of Zorszaul and set out to learn the ways of magic through experience.
> Years past and Avendella's masters finally claim that they can teach her no more in
> the art of necromancy. Many claim that she will soon hear the call of her kin, the
> infamous elven lichmaker. The thought worries her.. she is rather attached to her flesh.
> She doesn't believe that she will feel the pull. She doesn't believe that one of her kind
> has the necessary evil to become. A small group of mages is hell bent on convincing
> her that if she *were* to become, Zorszaul would be destroyed. They claim that the
> two of them weave the threads of the world and that their bond is deadly to the lich.
> Avendella has considered this with no less than her life and she has come to the conclusion
> that be it necessary, she will sacrifice herself to save him.
> "Voices.. voices all the time" Avendella has taken to hearing voices. At first, she
> discounted them... passed them off as reflections of her thoughts, her consience.
> She realizes now, however, that they are more than that. They have a name.. a
> physical presence. At their urging, she made her way to the man she avoided for
> so very long... the Lichmaker. The meeting did not go well, at all. Avendella realized
> very quickly the price she would be made to pay for the answers she seeks. Merely
> a shadow of the woman she was, she left the church, in search of four things, as
> the cleric demanded. Months past.. the voices with her near constantly, warning
> her of spies in the ravens, hunters from the Hells, and those others who would
> oppose her. Despite it, or even because of it, Avendella found what she sought.
> Now, she has only to muster the courage to collect them. She realizes that to do
> so could mean her end, or worse... Zorszaul's.