Post by Lavinia on Mar 24, 2005 13:28:14 GMT -5
I figure now that I know where I am....I can get a proper sentence out...please allow me to continue?
I was born the youngest of nine, with eight older brothers. Dont ask me for their names please, I tend to get rather upset. My father was a commoner by the name is Cyrus Anders-Rah'Lhan. He took my mothers first name as his last. My mother, in all her glory, was a Gypsy Bardess. My brothers each denied their lore, and became part of my fathers buisness in a mill.
But there was one thing that my father sheilded us all from. His ever growing debt....
I was forbidden to work in the mill after an accident crushed all of my fingers...that is why they are so...well....oddish looking.
He was a drunkard through and through, and his love grew into violence, and from violence came my mothers bittering health. I was usually the target of Fathers anger...that is why my arms are usually covered...you will see scars.
That is also why I fear most people comming up close to me...I still believe I may be struck. Please do not be upset...
We eventually were forced to leave our little town of Rathen. We piled our belongings onto my mothers wagon, and set off. Unfortunaitly...freedom was far off, that and saftey.
We were attacked by Orcs on our third night out....I was the only survivor so said. I was giving this necklace that I wear constantly. My mother gave it to me. Though most think of me crazy...I really can hear them...inside of my head. And when I take it off...I dont know what happens. I feel like there is a presence within me that can't be removed.
But none the less, I ran, I ran untill I no longer could. I was of first rank at the time, just shortly raised up from apprentice from a druid in my town. But I couldnt defend myself in my sleep....
I awoke to a growling noise, and I remember bolting up to see the one thing that now petrifies me.
Ice Hounds
They lunged, and managed to clip my leg. But the next thing I knew...there was a burst of heat, and I found myself staring at a Deep Elf....a very short...but very scary Deep Elf....
And the Rest is History I suppose...come back another time when I am not so sleepy....
I was born the youngest of nine, with eight older brothers. Dont ask me for their names please, I tend to get rather upset. My father was a commoner by the name is Cyrus Anders-Rah'Lhan. He took my mothers first name as his last. My mother, in all her glory, was a Gypsy Bardess. My brothers each denied their lore, and became part of my fathers buisness in a mill.
But there was one thing that my father sheilded us all from. His ever growing debt....
I was forbidden to work in the mill after an accident crushed all of my fingers...that is why they are so...well....oddish looking.
He was a drunkard through and through, and his love grew into violence, and from violence came my mothers bittering health. I was usually the target of Fathers anger...that is why my arms are usually covered...you will see scars.
That is also why I fear most people comming up close to me...I still believe I may be struck. Please do not be upset...
We eventually were forced to leave our little town of Rathen. We piled our belongings onto my mothers wagon, and set off. Unfortunaitly...freedom was far off, that and saftey.
We were attacked by Orcs on our third night out....I was the only survivor so said. I was giving this necklace that I wear constantly. My mother gave it to me. Though most think of me crazy...I really can hear them...inside of my head. And when I take it off...I dont know what happens. I feel like there is a presence within me that can't be removed.
But none the less, I ran, I ran untill I no longer could. I was of first rank at the time, just shortly raised up from apprentice from a druid in my town. But I couldnt defend myself in my sleep....
I awoke to a growling noise, and I remember bolting up to see the one thing that now petrifies me.
Ice Hounds
They lunged, and managed to clip my leg. But the next thing I knew...there was a burst of heat, and I found myself staring at a Deep Elf....a very short...but very scary Deep Elf....
And the Rest is History I suppose...come back another time when I am not so sleepy....
. just because i'm a warrior and just because i grew up in the highlands, doesn't mean i don't have a brain. sigh*