WhiteBlade
03-11-2003, 11:23 PM
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The beginning
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It all started in the autumn 24 years ago...
Tinûviel and Orophin Moari, she a necromancer, he a warlord, both
followers of the dark moon got a son.
The dark moon was upcomming and really bright that night so they gave
their son the name WhiteBlade Moari.
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Young WhiteBlade
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Already in the early years Tinûviel, WhiteBlades mother could feel the
dark magic powers of the undead flow thru her sons weins.
She talked to her husband about the things she felt and they decided to
travel up to the mountain where Oropher Ancalimë, the village high priest
had his dark and cold cave called home. He confirmed Tinûviel's feelings
and wanted to help WhiteBlade to start his journey to become a powerful
Necromancer.
In less then a year, the day when the child turned four, the high priest
came to take WhiteBlade under his wings. Many years of hard work and
studies went by. Tinûviel and Orophin only came by once a year on their
sons birthday.
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The Return
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Ten years had passed since Whitblade came to the cave and his magical
powers where stronger than many necromancers twice his age. He didn't know
much about the world outside besides what Oropher had told him. But today
was the day when he was going home. It was early morning and the young boy
packed all his belongings. The day went buy but noone came... WhiteBlade
started to wonder if something had happened. He wanted to leave towards the
village at once but it started to get to dark. Oropher did not let him go,
the mountains where to dangerous and easy to get lost in during the night.
NightBlade couldnt sleep that night, he feelt that something was really wrong...
The morning came and the young boy had already eaten whatever he could eat.
- Good bye Orophin, WhiteBlad said.
- Bye... and may the dark moon guide you thru your life the man replied.
The walk down the mountains was a quiet easy task, WhiteBlade had the feeling
that he had done this trip many times, even if he only had been carried here
once... The other way...
He knew tht later today he would be home wich made the walk even easier.
Just a few hours away from home now, he tought.
He only made short stops to eat and drink... Didn't spend much time looking
around on the nature.
The day long trip was almost over as the sun started to touch the horizon...
Should only bee an hour or so untill I get home...
The green forest suddenly turned brown the closer he got.
It looked like... like it was burned. Had there been a fire? Why?
More areas to build on? Why? Why...?
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The Village
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The answer came faster than he wanted...
Where there once was an nice, kind of quiet village... where nothing but ruins.
10 years had passed, he was only 4 years old when he left the village.
But still he ran like never before to the house that he was borned in.
The house was burned down to the ground... Nothing left.
Who did this? Why? Was it the aftermath of a battel agains the Light side?
So many questions and now answers...
WhiteBlade walked around in the remains of his old birthplace. Nothing was left
behind, whoever did this had made sure to take whatever was left with them.
Or wait... what was that under all the ashes? Whiteblade dusted of the item and
saw that it was an old heavy staff. He took it as a reminder of his family and
all the people that he never had the chance to know.
He swore to find out whatever happened.
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The journey of search
----------------
Years went by and WhiteBlade keept seeking the truth about what had happened
he village. The more information he gathered, more and more pointed at a group
of Light mages had attacked the village and slaughtered everyone offguard.
The necromantic powers had grown stronger and stronger for each month passed
by and enought information where collected to be able to find this gang of
wizards.
One night a one man army attacked the village where the wizards lived.
Powered by anger and fury WhiteBlade struck down everyone he meet one by one,
didnt matter what it was that came in his way. After less than an hour most
of the harts had stopped in the village. He now stood face to face with three
wizards dressed in High Priest looking clothes.
The battle was a magnificant show of magic, Creatures never seen before went
up in smoke as fast as they had been summoned. One of the wizards lost control
of his beast and got slayed by his own work. The second was drained out of life
by WhiteBlade. THe last wizard countered the drain with a powerfull life and mana
killing spell, but whiteblade managed to survive the attack thanks to the newly
drained powers. With a last stumble whiteblad pierced the last wizards body with
his staff, he fell over the high priest and could hear his last words:
The rest of us will hunt you down...
What did he mean... Where there more... Where they on their way here now?...
WhiteBlade had lost most of the powers that had taken years of training life
started to drift away. All turned black...
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The awakening
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All became bright again.
Where am I?
Oh, yes. The wizards.
Suddenly he heard voices.
Was it the other wizards?
He held his breath and keept his eyes close. There where no more alking, but he
could hear footsteps coming closer. They stopped...
He heard a voice in Dark Elvish:
-Hey Bluenose! This one doesnt belng here, ay?
-Absolutley not, Delta, another voice replied.
WhiteBlade took the courage and opened his eyes.
Up there he saw two darkelfs in dark wizardclothing.
What a relief.
The two men helped him up and the started talking about what had happened.
WhiteBlade took his time and told everything. The whole thay they sat in a small
forest talking.
Bluenose and Delta talked about the Guild they had started and invited WhiteBlade
to become a member...
Wich he accepted.
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This is the draft of WhiteBlades life story so far.
Things might be changed to fit in tho other stories and such.
Spelling might not be the best... Been sleepy while writing, but Ill fix them when I see them.
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This is how I would like my character to look like:
http://www.sofltd.com/DnL/html/graphics/stav.jpg
[Edited on 11/3/2003 by WhiteBlade]
The beginning
---------------
It all started in the autumn 24 years ago...
Tinûviel and Orophin Moari, she a necromancer, he a warlord, both
followers of the dark moon got a son.
The dark moon was upcomming and really bright that night so they gave
their son the name WhiteBlade Moari.
----------------
Young WhiteBlade
----------------
Already in the early years Tinûviel, WhiteBlades mother could feel the
dark magic powers of the undead flow thru her sons weins.
She talked to her husband about the things she felt and they decided to
travel up to the mountain where Oropher Ancalimë, the village high priest
had his dark and cold cave called home. He confirmed Tinûviel's feelings
and wanted to help WhiteBlade to start his journey to become a powerful
Necromancer.
In less then a year, the day when the child turned four, the high priest
came to take WhiteBlade under his wings. Many years of hard work and
studies went by. Tinûviel and Orophin only came by once a year on their
sons birthday.
----------------
The Return
----------------
Ten years had passed since Whitblade came to the cave and his magical
powers where stronger than many necromancers twice his age. He didn't know
much about the world outside besides what Oropher had told him. But today
was the day when he was going home. It was early morning and the young boy
packed all his belongings. The day went buy but noone came... WhiteBlade
started to wonder if something had happened. He wanted to leave towards the
village at once but it started to get to dark. Oropher did not let him go,
the mountains where to dangerous and easy to get lost in during the night.
NightBlade couldnt sleep that night, he feelt that something was really wrong...
The morning came and the young boy had already eaten whatever he could eat.
- Good bye Orophin, WhiteBlad said.
- Bye... and may the dark moon guide you thru your life the man replied.
The walk down the mountains was a quiet easy task, WhiteBlade had the feeling
that he had done this trip many times, even if he only had been carried here
once... The other way...
He knew tht later today he would be home wich made the walk even easier.
Just a few hours away from home now, he tought.
He only made short stops to eat and drink... Didn't spend much time looking
around on the nature.
The day long trip was almost over as the sun started to touch the horizon...
Should only bee an hour or so untill I get home...
The green forest suddenly turned brown the closer he got.
It looked like... like it was burned. Had there been a fire? Why?
More areas to build on? Why? Why...?
----------------
The Village
----------------
The answer came faster than he wanted...
Where there once was an nice, kind of quiet village... where nothing but ruins.
10 years had passed, he was only 4 years old when he left the village.
But still he ran like never before to the house that he was borned in.
The house was burned down to the ground... Nothing left.
Who did this? Why? Was it the aftermath of a battel agains the Light side?
So many questions and now answers...
WhiteBlade walked around in the remains of his old birthplace. Nothing was left
behind, whoever did this had made sure to take whatever was left with them.
Or wait... what was that under all the ashes? Whiteblade dusted of the item and
saw that it was an old heavy staff. He took it as a reminder of his family and
all the people that he never had the chance to know.
He swore to find out whatever happened.
----------------
The journey of search
----------------
Years went by and WhiteBlade keept seeking the truth about what had happened
he village. The more information he gathered, more and more pointed at a group
of Light mages had attacked the village and slaughtered everyone offguard.
The necromantic powers had grown stronger and stronger for each month passed
by and enought information where collected to be able to find this gang of
wizards.
One night a one man army attacked the village where the wizards lived.
Powered by anger and fury WhiteBlade struck down everyone he meet one by one,
didnt matter what it was that came in his way. After less than an hour most
of the harts had stopped in the village. He now stood face to face with three
wizards dressed in High Priest looking clothes.
The battle was a magnificant show of magic, Creatures never seen before went
up in smoke as fast as they had been summoned. One of the wizards lost control
of his beast and got slayed by his own work. The second was drained out of life
by WhiteBlade. THe last wizard countered the drain with a powerfull life and mana
killing spell, but whiteblade managed to survive the attack thanks to the newly
drained powers. With a last stumble whiteblad pierced the last wizards body with
his staff, he fell over the high priest and could hear his last words:
The rest of us will hunt you down...
What did he mean... Where there more... Where they on their way here now?...
WhiteBlade had lost most of the powers that had taken years of training life
started to drift away. All turned black...
----------------
The awakening
----------------
All became bright again.
Where am I?
Oh, yes. The wizards.
Suddenly he heard voices.
Was it the other wizards?
He held his breath and keept his eyes close. There where no more alking, but he
could hear footsteps coming closer. They stopped...
He heard a voice in Dark Elvish:
-Hey Bluenose! This one doesnt belng here, ay?
-Absolutley not, Delta, another voice replied.
WhiteBlade took the courage and opened his eyes.
Up there he saw two darkelfs in dark wizardclothing.
What a relief.
The two men helped him up and the started talking about what had happened.
WhiteBlade took his time and told everything. The whole thay they sat in a small
forest talking.
Bluenose and Delta talked about the Guild they had started and invited WhiteBlade
to become a member...
Wich he accepted.
----------------------------------
This is the draft of WhiteBlades life story so far.
Things might be changed to fit in tho other stories and such.
Spelling might not be the best... Been sleepy while writing, but Ill fix them when I see them.
------------------------------
This is how I would like my character to look like:
http://www.sofltd.com/DnL/html/graphics/stav.jpg
[Edited on 11/3/2003 by WhiteBlade]