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 Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 7:08 pm
"Hmph, maybe I should just find it myself." he would say to her as he would head out towards the forest. Once he was a small distance away, he would summon several undead zombies and would have them search the forest for anything unusual. He would walk back to Amaria. "Forgive me, my name is Lathern Orlovo. And yourself?" he would say taking her hand and kissing it gently.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 9:35 pm
"Amaria Demoure... " She replied blushing as he kissed her hand. She removed it from his grip and dipped her head feeling the foxes in the forest still lingering about. She continued to walk off towards her town. "We should be there by late tonight. It is the quicker rout in the halves because the morons from the town back there," she jetted a thumb at the town they had just left, "Wanted a streight path instead of going with nature and letting it grow. They ruined a stream even to get their way." she sighed. "But after we get to our den it curves back out and takes the senic rout. If you want me to guide you quicker towards somewhere off the path, like past our den, then I would be happy to do so." She informed him peacefully.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 4:43 pm
"Either way is fine to me. Which ever seems to be the most convient way for you." he would say, looking down at her. What was it about her that would let her even come in contact with him. Surely she knew that he was a bloodthristy necromancer. One who dealt with the dead. As he began to walk, he would ask her something. "Why do you help me out?" he would ask.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 12:11 am
Amaria looked at him confused for a moment then smiled and continued on her way as she spoke. "When I was five my elder brother was ten. He was taken from my family by the guards of the town. They had mistaken him for a deadly animal in our forest and shot him threw the neck right before my eyes. I've disliked the town ever sense although I am oblidged to continue our treaty when I enhearit this land we walk upon." She told him and sighed. It felt like she was the one shot when she remembered the incident, it didn't feel good to think about it or release it, just dreadful. She shook her head vicoiously trying to get rid of the image of her brother's throat peirced by the arrow and blood spewing on the green foliage. The barries in his basket rich red and as his blood fell over them they only grew darker. Her cry in shock and the sudden fleeing of footsteps form the guard on duty. She had killed him already, luring him out and letting him be 'attacked' by 'viciouse animals' while 'wandering' the forest. Her father had told her she brought shame upon their name doing so but she didn't care. She wanted revenge and it had felt so good to baith in the fool's blood.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 8:09 pm
"I see, so you've had your share of death. I guess then I should bother you all that much." he would say thinking a little to himself still following after her. "Yours was a forced action, I picked this path." he would say as he continued on. " Necromancy is a very powerful aspect of life. It's not about controling the dead, but appriciating life. Once you understand this, you see the world in a whole new light." he would say not wanting to say any more.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 3:30 pm
Might I join in.
Name: Maurdon. Also goes by Marcus Bueller in Civilized areas.
Race: Gray Render/Half-Golem (from DnD. Gray renders are big and stupid, not ogre stupid but animal stupid, I explain why HES not stupid in the Background.)
Class: Barbarian/Frostrager (frost rager is just a berzerker with frost imbued strength. O ya they can create a sheild-like coating over their body from there sweat, and create ice claw/dagger-like things around there hands.)
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Physical Description: Large and Hulking (about 9’, Right arm is iron (That’s the half-golem part.) Skin is gray, but has a very slight blue tint. 6 yellow eyes, and no hair.
Personality: Quiet and solemn most of the time, unless around those he know or wishes to get to know, then he becomes very talkative, but in battle or when someone being treated wrongfully he’ll lose it with only self-control holding him back. Keep pushing he’ll snap and let rage run free.
Background: Although most of his race is little more than animals, he had the fortune, or misfortune depending on how you see it, of being captured by a wizard named Binzalterec who was experimenting with Gray Renders and their possible giant ancestors. He preformed an experiment on Maurdon’s mind to see if it could be restored to its former glory from the days of giants. It was not a complete success, but resulted in his mind being enhanced to the level of an average human. Seeing this the wizard tried another experiment to further enhance Maurdon’s muscular strength. Sadly this attempt failed and caused the loss of the render right arm. The wizard replaced the arm with an Iron one that worked just as well. He then released Maurdon, leaving him with no idea what he was supposed to do. After many years of learning life and discovering most did not enjoy his company, he turned to the life of mercenary, adventuring and bounty hunting. One such endeavor leads him to the frostfell. There he nearly died, but through an experience he doesn’t even remember, he had a revelation as to the power of the frost that was killing him. This combined with the rage flowing through him he became he learned to be a Frostrager. With this he rejuvenated and tracked down who he had been looking for. He never found him and resigned to returning to civilization a defeated man.
Weapons: His fists, and Ice Fists.
Powers: Mostly brute force and the forementioned Frost stuff. He's Also immune to Ice-like things.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 3:49 pm
Maurdon saw the two at the time of meeting,the action had drawn his attention. He'd been following them At a great distance, mainly because he wasn't very steathy, but also because he was undecided what to do. Should he approach them, or ignore them. Curiosity got the better of him, and he began to make his way tword them. He began to have second thoughts, but figured that if he left now and they noticed him they might think he was a common thief. He hadn't had a job in a while so he was more bored than anything. While he continued to encroach on the two he still had no idea what he would say, He wanted them to like him so that they wouldn't attack. He didn't like killing when It wasn't needed.
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