nicely done, ioanis. (n/t)

nicely done, ioanis. (n/t):
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Posted by ingvar on June 7, 2000 at 20:20:27:

In Reply to: [CON-DIE] Ioanis the Knight Hero, Veteran of Battle posted by ......... on June 7, 2000 at 19:14:26:

> * Cloud * (PK) [BATTLE] Ioanis the Knight Hero, Veteran of Battle

>
> Thanks for all the fun. Not my first hero by a long shot, but my first rager hero. Learned lots.

> Battle: Love ya brothers. Minalcar, one mean sob, wish we could have interacted just a little more toward the end there. Gruntok, Arayln, Nicias, Altrael, Takashimi (sorry for kill ya at the omegus, got a great log of it though), Arlian, Mag, and all the others im missing, especially Baroman! My favorite crunch toy! Thror, always fun getting knocked out by ya, hope I lived up to your standards! BoltThrower, sorry to disapoint you. Love all ya guys, keep ragin.

> Master: Finally getting things together, in the end their, you were for the most part, non-existant throughout my life. Nirgal, I loved fighin ya, it could always go either way. The rest of ya, good luck.

> Arbiter: Better luck, I think things will be lookin up for ya guys.

> Desc and Role:

> Smallish facial features, seem somewhat out of place on a massive head.
> A nose and eyes, dwarfed and somewhat unfitting, sit on his face.
> Somewhat like those children of a lepper or insane orphanage, he stands
> before you with an undeveloped look of inexistance. Somewhat unbecoming
> a man of his size and stature. Immense shoulders and trunkesh arms, flail
> about with seemingly careless grace and grammer. No hair, only the darkened
> blue of the tempest sky, round his face and head. Blank and stupified, he stares
> back into your eyes.

> To parents, as all children are, Ioanis was born.
> his parents, however, were not as all parents. They
> were both the mages. They were both power hungry
> and sought to further thier personal power by choosing
> each other as mates. Normal enough, save they were
> siblings. Brother and sister. They thought if they mixed
> thier two bloods, powerful as they already were, they
> would give birth to an offspring who would unite thier
> powers, and be twice the magician they were.

> They were wrong. Instead, giving birth to a feeble minded
> fool. Worhty only for house chores, and field work. They
> revelled in his tourture. They would charge thier mage
> friends to come over and practice thier magic on him.
> Chained in the cellar, beaten, demeaned, and lost....

> While being beaten one day, in the fields, by the field
> master, a thin string in his mind snapped, and he flew
> into an uncontrolable rage. Using his clinched fist, he
> Cranialed the field master, crushing his skull into a dozen
> pieces. Freedom was his. He made his escape, and ended
> up tired, hungry, and exusted in the hands of a farmer
> and his family, who lived near his parents.

> This family nursed Ioanis back into health, and Ioanis lived
> with them for a time, helping them around the farm and slowly
> learning the ways of civilized peoples. One night, around a
> campfire, a traveller told tales of a great city, ruled by a fair
> Sultan. Ioanis had never been to the city. It's tales made him
> excited. Ioanis bid his farewells, and was off the following day.
> With a note from the traveller, which he could not read, Ioanis
> set to seek out the Warrior's Guildmaster in New Thalos.

> Too unruley for civilized training or any kind, the Guildmaster
> sent Ioanis to a wary colleague, Thrym. Not usually open to
> new students, Thrym reluctantly trained Ioanis, until he was
> able to return to the Guildmaster. Ioanis learned the ways of the
> warrior, but always kept in his heart, the lessions of the mages
> who bore him. In time, his fear tured to hate. In time his hate turned
> to rage.

> Ioanis new life must hold purpose. At times of lull, and respit he
> would often dream of what it would be like to be normal... like
> everyone else. His dwarfed features and oddly pronouced words
> often were a source of embarrasment for him. He was not so dumb
> as not to see he was stupid, and feebleminded, and it shamed him.
> Ioanis seeks to change this, though he'd not tell a soul about him
> inadequacies, for fear he'd look weak in his brothers eyes. Somewhere,
> someway, he knows he'll find a way to become normal, and lift his curse
> of inbred feebility.

>
> Clemmy, ala fta!

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Comments:	> > * Cloud * (PK) [BATTLE] Ioanis the Knight Hero, Veteran of Battle > > > > Thanks for all the fun. Not my first hero by a long shot, but my first rager hero. Learned lots. > > Battle: Love ya brothers. Minalcar, one mean sob, wish we could have interacted just a little more toward the end there. Gruntok, Arayln, Nicias, Altrael, Takashimi (sorry for kill ya at the omegus, got a great log of it though), Arlian, Mag, and all the others im missing, especially Baroman! My favorite crunch toy! Thror, always fun getting knocked out by ya, hope I lived up to your standards! BoltThrower, sorry to disapoint you. Love all ya guys, keep ragin. > > Master: Finally getting things together, in the end their, you were for the most part, non-existant throughout my life. Nirgal, I loved fighin ya, it could always go either way. The rest of ya, good luck. > > Arbiter: Better luck, I think things will be lookin up for ya guys. > > > Desc and Role: > > Smallish facial features, seem somewhat out of place on a massive head. > > A nose and eyes, dwarfed and somewhat unfitting, sit on his face. > > Somewhat like those children of a lepper or insane orphanage, he stands > > before you with an undeveloped look of inexistance. Somewhat unbecoming > > a man of his size and stature. Immense shoulders and trunkesh arms, flail > > about with seemingly careless grace and grammer. No hair, only the darkened > > blue of the tempest sky, round his face and head. Blank and stupified, he stares > > back into your eyes. > > > To parents, as all children are, Ioanis was born. > > his parents, however, were not as all parents. They > > were both the mages. They were both power hungry > > and sought to further thier personal power by choosing > > each other as mates. Normal enough, save they were > > siblings. Brother and sister. They thought if they mixed > > thier two bloods, powerful as they already were, they > > would give birth to an offspring who would unite thier > > powers, and be twice the magician they were. > > They were wrong. Instead, giving birth to a feeble minded > > fool. Worhty only for house chores, and field work. They > > revelled in his tourture. They would charge thier mage > > friends to come over and practice thier magic on him. > > Chained in the cellar, beaten, demeaned, and lost.... > > While being beaten one day, in the fields, by the field > > master, a thin string in his mind snapped, and he flew > > into an uncontrolable rage. Using his clinched fist, he > > Cranialed the field master, crushing his skull into a dozen > > pieces. Freedom was his. He made his escape, and ended > > up tired, hungry, and exusted in the hands of a farmer > > and his family, who lived near his parents. > > This family nursed Ioanis back into health, and Ioanis lived > > with them for a time, helping them around the farm and slowly > > learning the ways of civilized peoples. One night, around a > > campfire, a traveller told tales of a great city, ruled by a fair > > Sultan. Ioanis had never been to the city. It's tales made him > > excited. Ioanis bid his farewells, and was off the following day. > > With a note from the traveller, which he could not read, Ioanis > > set to seek out the Warrior's Guildmaster in New Thalos. > > Too unruley for civilized training or any kind, the Guildmaster > > sent Ioanis to a wary colleague, Thrym. Not usually open to > > new students, Thrym reluctantly trained Ioanis, until he was > > able to return to the Guildmaster. Ioanis learned the ways of the > > warrior, but always kept in his heart, the lessions of the mages > > who bore him. In time, his fear tured to hate. In time his hate turned > > to rage. > > Ioanis new life must hold purpose. At times of lull, and respit he > > would often dream of what it would be like to be normal... like > > everyone else. His dwarfed features and oddly pronouced words > > often were a source of embarrasment for him. He was not so dumb > > as not to see he was stupid, and feebleminded, and it shamed him. > > Ioanis seeks to change this, though he'd not tell a soul about him > > inadequacies, for fear he'd look weak in his brothers eyes. Somewhere, > > someway, he knows he'll find a way to become normal, and lift his curse > > of inbred feebility. > > > > Clemmy, ala fta!

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