Multithread Storytelling

[Daemian]

Din cauza ca povestile s-au incalcit pe celalalt thread (Forum Romance) si pt ca se pare ca a placut ideea unui astfel de topic, s-a decis sa se reia si sa se imbunatateasca. Pt cei ce nu stiu inca despre ce e vorba (si le e lene sa se uite pe vechiul thread ) am sa rezum in cateva cuvinte scopul si regulile acestui topic:
- in primul rand titlul topicului se traduce cam asa: mai multe fire (povesti) care vor pleca mai intai separat (in perechi de cate 2 membri - preferabil de sex diferit, dar... pt "excentrici" pot fi si de acelasi sex; himself, ai ocazia sa fii lesbian(a) ) si care se vor putea intalni pe parcurs, dar doar daca TOTI povestitorii firelor CARE SUNT PROPUSE spre a se uni / intretaia sunt de acord sa o faca. Daca nu se ajunge la un acord comun, fiecare povestire va continua pe fagasul ei propriu. De asemenea, pot exista povesti care se intretaie si povesti care vor ramane pe linia lor initiala; adica daca se propune o unire, nu este nevoie ca toate povestile sa se uneasca.
- o alta regula a acestui tip de povestire este ca exista (in cazul nostru) cel putin 2 povestitori la o poveste si deci nu incercati sa o creati singuri; unul povesteste o parte, iar celalalt (ceilalti) o alta parte (alte parti). Asta este si frumusetea acestui gen de storytelling: ca nu stii decat in parte ce se va intampla.
- sunt admise sugestii dar trebuie sa fie acceptate de restul si nu fortate in povestire
- incercati sa va jucati rolul propriu si sa nu actionati / raspundeti pentru altii; lasati-i pe ei s-o faca, indiferent daca raspunsul lor la ultimul vostru post este extrem de evident sau daca nu va va conveni raspunsul
- aveti grija cum va folositi de informatiile prezentate de ceilalti: voi ca povestitori veti stii totul, dar personajele interpretate de voi NU CUNOSC aceste aspecte; asa ca aveti grija cum va folositi de ele, pt a pastra veridicitatea povestii voastre
- incercati sa va abtineti de la off-topicuri, iar daca e musai sa postati si off-topicuri incercati sa o faceti impreuna cu un on-topic (o parte din povestire)

Cam astea ar fi regulile de baza. Daca le respectam cred ca va iesi bine.

Pentru inceput propun ca fiecare sa-si puna o descriere a personajului (cam cum s-a facut pe thread-ul vechi) + o poveste initiala (background story or biography) ca sa fie mai interesant.

A, si nu uitati: HAVE FUN WITH IT!    

[night_hawk]

Hai ca ma bag si eu...

Personajul aventurii mele este un liber-profesionist pe care-l cheama... Darian, care incearca sa-si caute de lucru prin lume (Faerun). Povestea incepe in Beregost, loc de unde el se intalneste cu... (cineva sa vina repede sa umple acest gol).
Caracteristicile personajului: curajos, incapatanat si greu de mituit.

[KSR]

Oki, I'm in it too this time... Ma voi ghida putin dupa schema "propusa" de Daemian in threadul trecut, si dupa modelul de backgrounduri, e mai simplu. Si apropo, ar trebui sa se mentioneze daca e engleza ca in threadul trecut sau romana, cum vad ca a simplificat nigh_hawk.

Name - Karyonna
Race/Class - Human/Blackguard
Alignment - Lawful Evil
Weapon - that absolutely wonderful (my precioussssssssssssssssss) Supreme Flail brought from Nighon

Background
This young warrior has suffered much before becoming so powerful and cunning, and her soul is now tortured by shadows from the past. However, she has found peace and easyness once, but now her restful period is gone, along with the man who had brought it. She feels she couldn't be complete without him and without what he represents, so apart from roaming the lands for different purposes, she now seeks him as well.
Always much of a loner, she doesn't like being in crowded places for too long, but always faces the society when needed, with a charming smile on her face and an even more charming attitude, to get her all she needs or wants. She perfectly masters the heavy flail, as well as the skills of intimidation and healing. Out of caution, she never leaves her armour, made from the scales of a red dragon she has brought down herself, and mostly prefers to hide her body and sometimes her face as well under a black cloak. However, she always has a mantle attached to the armour, black with a golden helm on the lower end of it, as a sign of her identity and also of her rank - General. She'd do anything for the rare ones she names friends, or even brothers, and most of all for the one she cannot forget.
Also, another unusual ability of hers is to perform certain mind rituals by which she can almost see, with the eye of the mind, events which would happen, people she'd meet, or sense what she should do next, where her path should lead her.
At the moment, she is resting on the bank of a river, in a thick forest somewhere near a town. She won't do anything until dawn, when she'll be able to perform one of her special rituals. She has sensed something unusual in the atmosphere and wishes to verify what the sudden disturbance is all about...

[Daemian]

Name: Daemian
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Ranger
Alignment: Neutral Good
Deity: Chauntea - The Great Mother, the Grain Goddess, Earthmother
Weapon of chioce: The Mourner - a longsword crafted by Daemian in loving memory of his one true love - Thekea

Background Story

 Everyone has their share of tragic stories, but mine is perhaps the saddest of all. My story begins 13 years ago... I was just 12 when the orcs raided my village. They used to do such things every now and then, but never so vicious and never so far off into our lands. They killed my parents right before my eyes and the last thing I remember from that gruesome day was that an orc, after finishing with my mom, came for me. At first I thought he killed me too - and to this day I pray he had - but it seems that I only fainted, as I woke up in chains the next day. It didn't take me a lot to guess that I was taken to their camp. The days that followed were horrible. I was beaten almost on regular basis, poor fed - not that I would have had an appetite anyway - and put to do things a full grown man would have serious difficulties doing, not to mention a 12th year boy. But my pain aided me in those moments and kept me from dying.
 Until this day I still don't know why did this happen but it did nonetheless: while I was carrying a basket full of stones I was spotted by an orc shaman and after a few words with the guard captain, he asked me to put the basket down and to come to him. I was a little hesitant at first, but when the guard started shouting at me telling me to do as I was instructed. I approached the hooded figure and he calmly but firmly asked my name. "It is Daemian" I responded. "Well, the little Daemian, from now on you shall work for me" and without a single word he waved at me instructing me to follow him.
 Five years have past since Kharag the shaman took me in his care and although I was still his servant, especially to the outside eyes, he was more like a father to me - as much as an orc can be a father to a human child. He taught me how to read and write, he instructed me in the art of calculus and alchemy. He even showed me how to use magic. I learned all that and much, much more in the time I spent with him, but the thing that I loved most was the sword. Kharag was a great magician, but not too skilled with a blade. But still, he had taught me the basics and after that I trained alone in order to better myself. It seems my desire for revenge fueled my ambition and he saw that. He feared for me, as he got to care for me... and me for him.
 He came up with a plan to calm my rebellious spirit and pretty soon he put it into action. One day as I was coming home - strange thing to call an orc's hut a home to a captive human - just as I entered I dropped the bundle of firewood that I was carrying right in the middle of the room. "Daemian, I would like you to meet Thekea. She will help us from now on around the house" he said. But I still could move, much less speak. "Daemian! I thought I taught you better! Treat the lady with some respect" he said, looking and me with a strange smile on his face. "I... I'm sorry. Pleased to meet you Thekea." I finally replied. "Pleased to meet you too, Daemian" she said and I thought an angel spoke. She smiled gently at me and I could see a ray of hope in her terribly sad eyes. She knew she would be protected here as best as she could be under such circumstances. In the days that followed I managed to find out more about her: she was 16 and she was also kidnapped from her village - another raid of the orcs; as she told me her story I was reliving mine and I was slowly consumed by hate every time she told me a piece of it. Alas, she would sense my inner change and she would take my hand into hers and all pain and hate would disappear in an instant. And so time has passed and I was more and more drawn to her... and her to me. It didn't take long before we would declare our love for each other and for the first time since I was in this dreadful place I was happy. But all good things do not last long...
 From some time now I saw the chieftain's son coming more and more often to visit the shaman. The first time he was sent by his father for an advice regarding the politics of the tribe. But he saw Thekea and something glittered in his eyes... something evil. Then the visits became more often and he was still claiming that he came for advice, but I knew his true intent. After a few of these visits he came one day to Kharag informing him that Thekea was needed from now on at his father's place. I was not at home at that time, but I later learned from the shaman that my fair Thekea started to cry when she heard what the orc had said, knowing herself that she would never return here again. Kharag sighed at the false pretence but there was nothing he could do, thus he agreed. Thekea screamed that she would never go with the chieftain's son and ran out into the open. I was just returning home and I heard her screams. I rushed over to her direction and met her. I asked her why was she crying, but before she could answer me the chieftain's son and his to bodyguards caught up with us. I realized then what was going on and my anger could not be subdued anymore. I jumped towards the orcs knocking one of the guards down - although he was twice my size -, I pulled his knife and rushed to the chieftain's son. But before the dagger would reach his slimy green skin the second guard punched me in the back of my head knocking me to the ground. The chieftain's son went and grabbed Thekea and said: "You will be my slave, human female!". "Never!" she replied "I would rather die!" and in single moment she gave me one final look - I saw in her eyes how much she loved me; I knew what she was about to do but I couldn't move. She grabbed his dagger and stabbed herself in the heart. The orc was stunned for a moment but then she let the lifeless corpse fall to the ground like it was an old rag. I died in that moment with her. My body was still alive, but my soul was just an empty shell now. "What we do with him, master? I say we kill him" "No, it seems he is a strong one this human if he could knock one of you down. Let him fight in the arena; he'll die there before everyone's eyes"... and then they dragged me to their prison - where the shaman found me.
 And I became their "gladiator" but I did not die as they expected. "The most powerful man is the one who has nothing more to lose" - the shaman taught me that and he was right. I defeated all sorts of creatures, from driders to wardogs, from drakes to yuan-tis, from ice dwarves to drows. Nothing meant to me anymore... I was the prefect killing machine. Only hate drove me and kept me going. I just hoped that someday I would get the chance to kill the chieftain's son.
 "Hope never dies" - that's another thing that the shaman taught me and he would be my ray of hope, my savior once again. Somehow he was granted access to me. He told me he could help me both escape and achieve my goal. I could understand why he would want me to escape but not why he would help me kill the chieftain's son - the only heir. "You must surely think I am a fool! If he dies than there will be no one to reclaim his father's command by natural right and all his commanders would fight amongst themselves for that position. It would be total chaos!" I said to him. "But chaos already inhabits these lands and its inhabitants. The old Order is lost and the chieftain's son speaks of open battle with the humans. We were never a peaceful people but we had reason behind our actions and we would always let our better judgment guide our steps. I fear that the thirst for blood and glory poisoned the hearts and the mind of my people. If the chieftain's son would be dead then the shamans would once again be able to lead the people - like it was in the ancient times. Preparations have been already been set in motion. You just do what you have to do and by doing so you will also help us." he replied. "Very well then, show me the path to the light!" I said. He then gave me a key for my cell and a small map to the chieftain's son quarters. He also told me about the guards' routes so that I would be able to avoid them and about my means of escaping. At the end he said: "I am sorry for the pain my people have caused you, but the past cannot be erased. Complete your destiny and then go as far away as you can from these lands and never look back. Forget about it all: about this place, about me and even about Thekea". "But I cannot..." "You must! Or you will never be able to find peace" and then he left.
 I waited till after midnight when most of the orcs were asleep. I exited the cell and sneaked past the guards - I would have so wanted to kill them all but I could not risk to be spotted or I would never reach my ultimate target. So I did as Kharag instructed me and I finally managed to enter the chieftain's son chamber. A weird smile glanced across my face as I approached the sleeping orc. I took the solution that the shaman gave me, poured into a piece of cloth and pressed it onto his nose. He opened his eyes and I could see that he was terrified at the sight of me, but in the next moment he was unconscious again. After stabbing him in the heart, I then took my time cutting him into little pieces scattering them throughout the room, saving the head for last. I softly took out his eyes and cut of his nose, tongue and ears and placed them one next to the other at the window... so he could be seen the next morning. I washed myself from all that blood in the washing basin in his room and left that place. I threw one last glance to the room covered in blood and full of body parts - it was like a picture of hell - and I felt a strange joy in my heart. As I rode out of the camp and into the woods I could hear the screams of the guards that must have discovered by now what was left of their leader to be... that weird smile was right back on my face again. I left and I never looked back.
  As I said at the beginning of my story, this all happened 13 years ago and since I escaped the orc camp I became a ranger. The hate was gone and even part of the pain. I settled into a forest surrounding the city of Aberford, dedicating my life to nature. I guess I managed to follow the shaman's last advice... almost. I still remember Thekea; I could not let her go and for that I never loved another person again...

[night_hawk]

Ok... Fac si eu asa...

Name: Darian
Gender: Male
Class: Fighter / Thief / Mage
Alignment: True Neutral
Deity: (none)
Weapon of Choice: Terrestrial Scorcher, Celestial Fury's (Katana) twin sword.

Background: Darian lived in a harsh enviorment. His mother died right in front of him, backstabbed, when he was 5, so he was left alone with his father, who was a good man and who tried to take good care of him. Because his father had a lot to work, Darian was often left alone, so he was able to learn a thing or too by himself. He learned to pick locks when he was 10, but soon after he was sent to a local school. There he had to face a more harsh reality. He learned to fight, thing that helped him protect himself from bigger children. Because of no money, he abandoned school after only half an year, being sent to an uncle of his,  a mage in Luskan. There he learned to read, write and a lot more. Being quite stealthy, he was always watching his uncle make spells. He watched closely, to see both lip gestures and hand gestures. Thus he learned a bit of spellcasting, but at a very primary level. He did miscast some spells and instead of making his cousin invisible, he made him transparent. Living at his uncle was Darian's best part of life, but good things have an end. One night Darian heard a powerfull scream and lots of strange sounds. He quickly went to the source of the noise and saw his uncle fight 4 black figures. His uncle died that very night because of the poison infection caused by a dart from one of the assasins. He lived alone in Luskan for a few days. He was old enough to take care of himself now, he was 17. Soon he got notice that his father died too. Alone, sad, filled with grief, but no wish for revenge at all, he left. He went into a caravan to take him far away from Luskan.

Darian's version: My background is of no importance. I have lived 11 years of my life in a small village near Luskan. I was sent to Luskan, to a mage uncle, to learn things I should have learned in school. Having no money is hard, so I understand my father. I may have learned a few theiveing things at my life, I learned to wield a sword, and at my uncle to cast a spell or two. I used my skills once to get inside the mayor's house and steal a small chest. He found it a day before. He didn't open it yet though. I worked a little that night, trying to open it, but in the end I succeded. What I found was a glowing brown sword. I found out later from my uncle that that was "Terrestrial Scorcher", "Celestial Fury"'s twin. Both of them are Katanas, powerful weapons of great skill. I took the weapon as my own. After my uncle's and my father's death, I departed from Luskan. My main destination was "as far away as I can". I ended up in Beregost, a small town beetwen Baldur's Gate and Amn. I'm prepared to go in the forest for some food, but after I get my sword clean.

[Jehrico]

Name: Zendurion
Gender: Male
Class: Paladin
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Deity: Helm the Protector

Weapon of Choice:
A two handed magical holly sword forged in ancient realms destroyed by forgotten battles… The last sign of a great ancient Civilization

Background:
That’s the tale of the last true paladin… As child he always dreamed about becoming a hero, fighting dragons and making others life easier… He dreamed about becoming a powerful and mighty knight. Even if most of the time he was surrounded by many people, he was a lonely wolf… he couldn’t find his place in the world in which he was living. The others always looked at him with suspicion or mercy. They considered him a day dreamer, smart yes, but good for nothing. Although he was beloved and appreciated by his family, he wanted more. He wanted to achieve his dreams, he wanted to see the world, he wanted to make his fortune. So at a young age he became an adventurer, left his home and took the first ship that would carry him far far away. He traveled to many places, met many faces, he learned many things about life and he even developed some skills. Because of intelligence he was able even to learn some primary magic… Also he gathered big amounts of money, which he spent in taverns. He explored many beautiful ladies beds where he spent even more bags of gold. He lived his life to the full… Sometimes as burglar, sometimes as handy craftsman, sometimes as a true story teller and sometimes as ladies most dear friend (till their husbands found out). Somehow he always managed to earn the money he needed to survive in the surrounding world, which was not so cruel… at least not to him. Still he wasn’t satisfied… a part of his soul was lost, empty. Some considered one of the most daring young rogues… The guild of thieves put high hopes in him, but he never wanted to join. Yes, he sometimes broke the law, but he always kept a strange honor and always helped those in need. Never killed anyone, never stole from those in need… Most of the people envied him… Only some of the ladies he let closer have seen in him something more than a fool… An extravagant, clever, handsome, rich young man, yes… but still just a dreamer fool. One day, as usual his sharp tongue got him in trouble. But this time what looked like an easy tavern fight, turned into a deadly fight. He was overwhelmed by a pack of goblins with sharp daggers. He shouldn’t complain about their smell or their ability to speak common… All the other patrons laughed... Even worse! After some punches and some broken chairs he saw a sharp blade closing to his throat. In the last moment the hand was cut by a sharp and huge blade. Over him was standing a dark figure, who’s body was covered with a black cape. Suddenly his cloak felt off and the shining of his armor lightened the room. He recognized the holy sign from his armor… He was a paladin! It was enough for the goblins to see him and then flee. When he got up this paladin didn’t look so big as before…  He was a man around 30 years old with average constitution and a sharp look in his eyes. After he measured our character he began to smile and to laugh and finally offered him a chair and some ale.  He took the young one under his wing and introduced him into the order. The young Zendurion had a quick ascension: he proved to have a strong will, a sharp mind and a way too sharp tongue and lots of courage. Even if he was the youngest member he had a really amazing ascension in the hierarchy. Because of his ideas (deep inside remained a true dreamer) and his life experience gained him the nickname of the “Wise one”. He finished his training in a record time and became what he wanted to be a noble and respected young paladin. He did not leave the order for outer quests. The master, his master, his friend… wanted him around. One day the wind of war reached them too. All of them answered the call of those in need. In short time they found themselves on the battlegrounds… They fought like they were invincible. They whipped all the evil which dared to stand against them. After a serious wound suffered by the Warlord of the order, the Great Master named him the supreme commander. He the Lawmaster of the order, with no experience as a leader was responsible for the life of all his comrades. The weight was heavy, but he was strong… He thought himself so strong… And after two weeks of relative peace the wars began again harder than ever. It was cruel, it was like they were not fighting the same enemy… The monsters were much more powerful, and their numbers increased despite the damage the paladins managed to inflict on them. On red dawn they he was preparing the plans for a clever move… to vanquish the enemy. He learned many things about leadership and strategy… He grew up in some way… He wasn’t overconfident anymore, he saw and understood the horrors of the war… Even if many of his brothers fell, due to his believes in the value of human lives and due to his wisdom slowly he managed to turn the tide, even if they were overwhelmed… One that morning, on that bloody morning looking over his map and talking with his generals… He can’t forget… The Master of the Order entered in his tent… He wanted to salute him… But the cape fell again, and with in a second all of his generals were laying on the ground dead with daggers growing out of their hearts… In his friends eyes was gloving a strange red  light. He understood everything in the second: the growth of the enemy’s strength, all the strange happenings. He understood the betrayal. He took his sword and fought his master his friend. He felt the heavy weight of betrayal, of angry, fury, of fear, of death. He managed to defeat his enemy, when suddenly one of his trusted man ran in and collapsed with an arrow in his back. Outside the fight was as hard as inside… Someone opened the gates of the camp and murdered the guards. Thinking of this he offered a second to his opponent… Big mistake! He took a dagger from nowhere and stacked it right into his heart. He missed just an inch… Zendurion fell to the ground and lost his conscience. When he woke up, he was covered in blood… Walked of his tent and found all his brothers murdered, the camp destroyed, the innocents, the peasants, the animals…. Everything massacred. It was a horrible sight. He was found by an elf ranger who was wondering about. His life was saved by the beautiful girl… She took care of him for a while but after that she fled into the unknown. He buried his armor, his sword, his rank and his past... He kept only a medallion with the symbol of the order, and a thought, a dream. After he sworn revenge, he promised to his fallen brothers to rebuild the order and regain the honor of the paladins. In the month he was recovering from his wounds the lands changed under the terror of his formerly friend. The people were suffering and everyone cursed the paladins… He became a lonely knight. He fought many battles. He met three other adventurers and he gathered them around him in a party. They become brothers, even more than that… Now he ended up here.  Zendurion the last true paladin, who defeated death, who challenged the fate… A simple man who fights with his inner daemons and tries desperately to change the world into a better place. Still a fool… An older, wiser, more experienced man… but still just a dreamer fool.
After he became separated from his friends in the middle of a battle, he ends up in a tavern in Beregost where his attention is attracted by a group of strange adventures who’s gathering to change the fate of the known world. He feels that the destiny challenges him to a rematch… He walks closer and listens to what’s happening.  

[KSR]

When dawn arrived, the warm sunlight found the woman sitting in the very same position, awake, looking at the joyous waves the water formed, and which were landing at her toes, washing the banks. She got up, found a place which wouldn't be soaked but still near the water, and knelt down, closing her eyes. Something strange then happened, only for a few moments but for far more inside her head.
This place, it is the Cloak Wood... not far from a small town, where seems to be the disturbance... the road lies south, and by sunset the black one shall be there, guided by the night's wind to find what she seeks...
Karyonna slowly opened her eyes, allowing the light to bathe her black eyes, but only for a small moment. Afterwards, she took a helmet and covered her face - she didn't like the bright sun - and galloped south, to Beregost, on a horse as black as night itself.

She arrived as the sun was setting, and as a gentle breeze brushed her face. Following the breeze's way, feeling it like a hunter preparing his arrow, she was lead to the tavern. She left the horse outside, to rest along with the other beasts, and went inside, a little nervous about what she'd find in there. The stranger envelopped in black drew everyone's attention by the sound of boots battering the ground in a military way of walking, full of authority, which probably wasn't a common sound around there. She sat down at a table in a corner, from where she was able to see everyone in the tavern, eager not to miss anything, but as with a stony mask on her face which betrayed nothing of her anxiousness, nor of her extreme attention to what was going on.
She called a young maid who was serving the customers and threw her a cold glance which made the latter shiver. Then, in an unusually low and somehow harsh voice for a woman, she asked for a tea, but a cold one. After the maid bringing the cooled tea, Karyonna grabbed her arm and told her to sit down. The maid tried to go away because of the other customers, but a slightly dangerous but barely noticeable twitch of her arm made her shriek and convinced her to obey the stranger. As the girl sat in front of her, looking quite terrified, Karyonna started taking small sips of her tea, barely paying attention to the maid, but when she tried to get up and leave, the blackguard threw her another icy look, but this time far more menacing. As hypnotised, the maid sat down again and listened to Karyonna's instructions - she was to walk around the tavern, delivering drinks and food, and then come back and report if anything unusual or somewhat magical, out of the ordinay, had been seen. The maid followed the orders, still in a strange hypnotic state, followed by the blackguard's short glances.
Then she resumed to drinking her tea. If anything of "interest" was there at all, then it would surely come to her soon. Everything of interest was drawn to her and ended up by coming.

@everyone else - where is everyone else? erau asa multi si entuziasmati pe celalalt thread, si acum... pauza  :hmm:  

[RedDevil]

Name: Mens
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Archmage
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Weapon: almost any type of magic, mind magic especially; dagger

Background:
The name Mens was taken by the archmage when joining the Guild for the first time. Her former name...she didn't want to remembr it, as she wanted to forget all her past. But as it happens to any deep thinker, the past was so strong within her, almost giving her powers that she didn't want to see.
Born in a small city, she always detested everything that happened there, as the common mentality. She wanted just knowledge...and understanding. Her studies provided her much knowledge but understanding...she had eventually lost any hope of her ever being understood. She didn't regret leaving the city, for more detailed studies, as at her return she wasn't so glad to see the people there. Everything changed however when the war started. She saw everyone slaughtered, and her escape was a miracle. She was always solitary, but she couldn't stand all the killing and she couldn't do anything about it. As there was no safe place, she went to get some training in the art of magic, the only weapon she could handle. In the Mage's Guild she found the kind of enviroment she liked, and her training was going very well, as she had marvelous intellectual capabilities. Back then she took the name Mens. She concentrated only on magic and gained much power. The war consumed many guild mambers, and it has been easy for her to advance through ranks. After a heroic battle held by the mages, with her comanding a group that decided the fate of the war she was name archmage at a very young age. Since the end of the war Mens tried to guide the Guild to more knowledge and peace and less fighting. She was the perfect leader, always devoted to the guild's ideals, but she never had a particular life, a little charm in her rational, gray existance.

On a cold evening, the archmage was walking on the cities' roads. Her young face was hard as stone, as everyone was used. However some thoughts were tormenting her mind...impossible to read however and she didn't seem to be willing to share her meditations with anyone.  

[night_hawk]

While polishing his blade, Darian sees someone enter the tavern. A tall Paladin. Not a new sight for these areas. "Those damn Paladins from Baldur's Gate are everywhere "protecting the citizen". " Darian tells himself. He watches the Paladin's every move, seing somewhat of curiosity in his eyes. But with absolutely NO intention of entering discussion with him, Darian leaves, walking outside of the tavern and into the nearby High Hedge. That place is told to be haunted by skeletons, but Darian doesn't care.
In the forest Darian suddenly hears a familiar sound. He wasn't sure what it was, but he was sure he heard it at least once in the past. He stealthily runs towards the location of the sound. To his amazement, he sees a young warrior being impaled by a humongous undead. Darian almost fell at the sight of the monster, but quickly regot his balance. He never saw undead. Causiostly he draw his sword, going near the undead. He knew it was going to be hard, but he wasn't sure how hard. He was also preparing a small haste spell, just in case. But the undead noticed him, and started screaming. This time Darian realy fell to the earth, losing his spell. He remembered where did he know this sound from... his uncle's assasins!

[vladase]

Name: (old name : Aratoamin) new temporar name :Nemesis
Race : elf (cursed, seen as undead by others)
Class: sorcerer
Alignment: chaotic neutral
Weapon: all forms of magic, specialised in destruction and manipulating of elements and magic fiber of the universe
Age: 335 years old

Background:

     Born and raised in the elven city of Sundrail, i was a promicing young sorcerer. My powers grew exponentialy and at the age of 63 (an age that other elves just gain  their second level in the Mages Guild) i became head of the city's Mage Guild and gained a place in The Council. But my fast ascension ment that i made enemys even from ones i thought friends. My assistant and friend was also a mage of some power but because of my succes he his achivements were always left in the shadow of my success.
     As a one of the elites of the elven race i had access on all the pleasures that the city had to offer. And i'm not a shame to admit it that i was quite a ladies man. My charisma and will allowed me to conquer the hearts of many elvish and human females but during this conquests my own heart left untouched. It was all about fun, pleasure but "love" was a mistery to me. Until in our great city i saw a beauty beyound comparisson. A planetar from another world, a beauty with silver hair and wiolet eyes, her skin as soft as silk, her voice as sweet as the elven summer wine. for the first time in my life i felt the power of love. And Usahtie was her name. As it was "normal" to happen, she liked me to. The beautifulest period of my life had begun. We traveled the lands enjoing the beauty that it offered us and the pleasures of love. And as i was young and foolish and quick to make decisions, after just 5 months i asked her to marry me. And she accepted... this was the happyest day of my life.
     And the wedding day had arrived. We decided to do a small wedding, just the 2 of us and my apprentice as witness and cremony master. And all went well until it came the time to drink the ceremonial glass. Because the sip was supose to unite our souls, nothing had to stand between us. Not even my usual candtrips and protection spells. But as soon as my lips touched the glass i felt darkness and pain entering my body, my soul. As i felt on the ground i saw my bride to be with a strange look in her eyes pulling out from under her clothes a small dagger and aproaching towards me. As i was lying helpless on the floor and she was about to strike i heard my assistant speaking : "That will not be necesary. I have a better plan.". Then he took out from unther his clothes The Star of Sundrail, the most prised possesion of our treasury and he gave it to her. "This is your payment as we agreed. Now you shall put this curse on him. It connects your soul to his for eternity binding him to the other dimensions. As long as you are more then 10 feet apart he will be changed into an undead. And as u seem to be quite a traveler of the planes because of your useful trade he probably will be transformed for eternity. I would put it my self but i'm easy to get too." Then Usahtie asked with a naturalness that sent shivers down my spine : "Why don't  we simply kill him?". The reply of my apprentice came swiftly :"I don't want him dead, i want him to live and watch his gory fade. He is proud and will suffer more. He will be blamed for the dissapearance of The Star. I shall say he tried to gain the powers of the undead and he failed. He will be cast away and hated. This is a fate worse then death."
She silently aproved and with a cruel look she started to mutter the curse from the scrool my apprentice gave to her. I felt the transformation entering my flesh, my soul! And then she opened a portal to another dimension and passed through it as i fainted from the pain.
     I woke up naked during the night in the forest surrounding the city. As i headed towards the gate i wished it was all a bad dream, a joke... But as i aproached the gate the alarm sounded and i heard the guards shouting "Undead! get him!" and a flamed arrow entering my arm. Quenching the pain as i ran, i didn't know what to do. I eluded the guards as i entered the forbidden grave of Mehul and as i sat on the grave of my father i started shouting. I was surrounded imediatly by ghosts but none attacked me. They saw me as one of their own. A damned soul without a place in this treacherous world. After i managed to pull myself together my pain was replaced by hate. Betrayed by the one i thought my friend, by the one that i loved... Hatred filled my soul. Revenge is my only goal. I must have revenge!
     I entered the city through a secret entrance that led me pass the guards and into my lab. I found my apprentice sleeping. He woke suddenly only to find himself in the middle of the graveyard tied across a grave and gaged. As his eyes pleaded for mercy my heart forgot such a word existed. I tortured him for three months, keeping him alive with my magic while i experimented with desintegrating diffrent parts of his body and regrowing them to destroy them again. Lightning, fire, ice, acid and pure magic were my only assistants. After three months he went crazy from all he endured and seeing that my tortures don't affect him as i wanted any more i put him out of his misery.
    As i left the graveyard my only goal remained to find Usahtie and see if she can endure more then three months. My thirst for blood was not satisfied. I walked the world of elves, man and dwarf disguised as a plagued bearer so people would not try and see under my robes to find my true nature. I took part of any conflict i found allways taking part with the weakest, be them good or evil, chaotic or lawfull, only to have the posibility to kill more and to try and quench my thirst for revenge against the strongest.I took a new name, Nemesis.And for 250 years i searched for her... and i still am.

[night_hawk]

(haideti oameni... incepeti povestea...)

[RedDevil]

(off role)Ok, hai sa dau eu un primum movens...cam in pana de inspiratie in ultima vreme...

@vladase
As she walks on the dark streets of the city, strange thoughts go through Mens' mind. "Is this life worth living? I mean I did everything I dreamed at, I managed to study, to extend my power of reasoning, to turn it into magic even. I stoped the war and now the Guild is a place for all the knowledge seekers. What more could I desire? Study? Knowledge? More power? I'm quite sure they will all come, as I can't see myself doing something different. The Guild is my home, the Guild members and all those I instruct in the ways of magic are the only people I like to talk to. But there's something missing. Maybe I want more adventure, more life threatening events, more glory out of the gray sphere of the mind? Or is there something else? But what the hell I am thinking about? I must go to the Guild and finish my study on the elements." Preocupied she doesn't see how she runs into a poorly dressed man in front of her. "Careful where are you steping, you..." She stops for a moment:(for herself) "I think I should keep this arrogance for later. Maybe this man needs help, I needn't act so...reckless."(loud) "Just get out of my way, will you?Or...is there a problem?"

[night_hawk]

Millions of questions bombarded Darian's thoughts after identifying the sound. "My uncle was killed by undead?!?", "Is this one of his assasins???", "Can I kill something my uncle, a great mage, wasn't able to?"... But that didn't take long, because the skeleton came closer, and closer. Freeing himself from all those questions that needed answering, he jumped and took his sword. He reflexevely jumped backwards to evade the skeleton's deadly blow. Without thinking, Darian ran towards the skeleton and started hitting it. One of his blows petrified the skeleton. It was said that his sword had the power to petrify anything, but that it did that very rarely and only when the sword thought fit. Darian stood a lot watching the petrified undead, examining it and hiting it from time to time to check possible vulnerable spots, when suddenly...

[Jehrico]

When Zendurion sat down at the table ordering a pint of an ale and some food, he saw a young warrior... Or was it warrior or a dirty thief or a bungler mage? Zendurion could not say it... He looked like an adventurer who's still searching for something, perhaps for himself. When the paladin looked in his eyes he saw hatred and sorrow, he saw a dark past and some horrible events. The young male left the tavern, but our hero felt that the danger was on the footsteps of the young warrior and he knew that it will found him soon. He was determined to go after him and save his butt if the things turn out badly. Anyway the ale was soft and had the taste of the waters gathered in the orc swamps, the meat was overcooked and the lembas was dry as the sand of the desert. For a few coins he could not expect a better treatment... He wished to sleep in a bed, but he knew he couldn't afford it. Anyway there was some space left in the stables next to Shadowrunner.  When the maiden come back to collect the few rusty copper coins for that "royal" dinner, he caught her searching look... Suddenly he felt a strange old feeling... Chilly and warm in the same time... Zendurion concentrated for a second and scanned the room with his true sight... Someone or something was sneaking from his attention, and he had no chance to find it.  Such a thing did not happen since... There was only one who could do that... But no, it can't be, it can't be... Thinking about the past which may invade his present, he become unaware that the grip of his two handed sword coated in a thick cloth, leaned against the wall in the dark corner to hide it from the way too curios sights, was unveiled... From the first sight on the small part that became visible the maiden understood that it was magical, special and really, really powerful... There was a huge green stone at the top of the grip... And the grip itself shined even if there was no source of light... The maiden looked amazed for a second, till Zendurion coated back his weapon and sent her to her business with a rather cold look. He didn't want to attract attention and now he felt he made a wrong step which may cost him a lot. Now he felt that something is going happen and he awaited ready for anything.

[night_hawk]

...a whole pack of kobolds started attacking him. He could have killed all of them, if he had an Armor spell or a haste spell, or even the element of surprise, but now, he could have gotten wounded. So he picked the best option: to run back to Beregost. Being a bit faster then the kobolds, he outrun them and quickly entered the tavern. The Paladin was still there. But he noticed someone new. A female blackguard. An odd sight for this area. Darian picked to ignore her for the moment and retreated to his usual seat. He ordered the maid to bring him some tea. "What the hell's with her?" he asked himself seeing that the maid was almost petrified with fear. But he didn't realy care. After drinking his tea, he started thinking on the undead. "Strange creatures...".

[KSR]

Karyonna had caught Darian's curious look with the corner of her eye. She threw the somewhat dirty man a despising look, almost reading on him the desperate run, then summoned the maid. She made her sit again next to her, this time only by a sign, and, taking one of her hands in her own, she gazed for a few moments in her fearful but hypnotised eyes. The moments seemed long to her, while scanning the memory of the maid, but in fat it were just a few seconds.
Suddenly, she broke the contact with the maid whe seeing something... something which shocked her. It couldn't be, that after so many unsuccesful hunts, he'd be there, so close to her. The maid hadn't been able to memorise the person's face, but she had the memory of a strange magical sword, and Karyonna would recognise that emerald-like stone anytime. The odds for her failure were very small, that person wouldn't separate from the powerful sword, maybe only upon his death. But if he had been dead, she would have immediately known it... she would have lost forever something inside...
With a small grin on her face, she thought that the worst thing which might happen would be to have the wrong person, so she clapped her hands once and the maid got back to normal once again. Karyonna told her to go work, because their pleasant conversation had kept her long enough, and the maid aprooved, a little disoriented.
Then, the blackguard finished the tea, got up, and after carefully covering her face with the cloack's hood, she slowly walked to a certain table, with the same military-like, audible step. Without looking at the face of the person sitting at it, she drew a chair from a neighbouring table and sat down, without a word, but a drunk man, upset she had taken a chair, came after her, screaming he wanted that particular chair. Karyonna revealed her face, and threw an icy look to the drunkard, which suddenly fell silent, blinked stupidly at her, took a gulp from the bottle he was planning to hit her with, and went into another direction, apparently very confused. She was aware that her table companion had seen her by now, so she folded her arms, leaning in her chair with a very relaxed attitude, crossed her legs and shook her hair out of her face. Her new companion's face was hidden by shadows, which she supposed would be caused by some magical defenses. Not willingly, of course, just due to her not-very-friendly-alignment when faced with his holy aura. She smiled from the corner of her mouth, and waited for the man to observ her. She wouldn't have doubted he was studying her traits, as she could almost feel her skin burning, even underneath the cloak and armour. Patiently, she waited for the man to speak, trying to imagine what she would see when the shadows would disappear. However, as soon as the maid came that way, as drawn, she asked for a quill, ink and paper. When the maid brought them, she wrote something on the paper and pushed it towards the man. It could read "you don't have to stay in the stables. I have a room here, which I always abandon for the woods and the beauty of the night. but you already knew that. perhaps you wish to talk in a more private atmosphere, perhaps not, but know that I shall not budge until you do."
Now all she could do was to await the answer, but in the meanwhile she took great pleasure in playing with the maid's mind, when the girl came to take the writing instruments. Maybe until then she hadn't had a room in that inn, but now she surely would, thanks to the girl's twisted memory.

[Jehrico]

Zendurion awaited the return of the young warrior. He knew that his trip would not end zgood and will be a short one… Sometimes the young tend to be overconfident. But Zendurion always loved that fire, that passion, the blind courage…
But he didn’t expect to see her again, to find her right here. After so many years their destinies crossed again. The only person that meant the world to him was sitting right at a few steps in front of him smiling. The beautiful Karyonna… Many of the elder’s tales speak of her amazing beauty, but not so many of the young adventurers managed to tell the story of their encounter with her. They haven’t lived long enough to tell anyone.  Karyonna… surely one of the most beautiful women and certainly one of the deadliest. He was right, his memories haven’t betrayed him. He studied her face in silence and let the memories invade his tired mind: memories of a desperate and angry battle, memories of betrayal, memories of an unexpected help, memories of nights lightened by the stars, the camp fire and the glow in their eyes… They were both pleasant and painful memories. He remembered laying helpless in her arms, the sweet taste of her lips, the tenderness of her touches… Memories, bittersweet memories… long forgotten but never lost memories.  All their common history has unwounded in front of his eyes. Every moment of the few weeks which he spent in her arms, all the pleasant moments and the peace he found in her arms. The peace and harmony which a paladin found in the arms of a blackguard… All the moments in which he stopped existing as a paladin and she as a blackguard… All the moments when there were only a man and a woman. A woman who would have done anything for him… The best days of his life…
And still then he couldn’t enjoy it. Older wounds were draining his life power and his sanity. He felt like breaking in two… On one hand there was the love for that woman, which he knew that was true. On the other were his honor and an old sinful promise. From paradise he ended up in hell remembering all the unpleasant happenings… The moment when he felt that he has to leave her to fulfill his destiny and his oath. All the tears in her eyes, the wounds he caused by simple words, leaving the greatest of his life just to keep his honor. He remembered the moment when their paths separated and the moment of his departure. His only true regret in his life… Till then he had been searching for her in secret.
And now she found him… She found him again. She looked even more beautiful. Her dark eyes, her wonderful long dark curled hair, her blood red lips, his pale skin, the delicate but still firm traits of her face, that fire that was dancing in her eyes… She haven’t changed. And like a good wine with the passing of the years she become more exquisite. He did not look in the eyes of a child, but grow up woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it. Using the safety of the hood of his cape, he studied her. Karyonna was now stronger and looked more agile. But still she kept her grace. She was an amazing presence.
He knew that the destiny already begun it’s game with him. The accounts had to be settled.
What was a matter of weeks, and regret of a Half Life, he had thought over in a moment. He raised his hands and lowered his hood. He was smiling at her and in his eyes was burning a fire for which he would have been excommunicated by any cleric. And because the look in her eyes he would have been envied by any on duty Don Juan.   There was passion, there was desire, there was… in his eyes. He slowly grabbed the piece of paper she wrote and put it on the light of the candle and watched it burning. She leaned forward and whispered something to her ears in the language of the long eared people. Then he stood up, arranged his cloak to hide his entire armor, he grabbed his mysterious long package and awaited helped her to get up from the chair. Till she was asking the maid about her room, he stepped to Darian and shook his hand whispering a Lay on hands prayer. Those who caught the moment, observed that he whispered something more in the young warrior’s ear. He hurried up the stairs after her. The maid still managed to see how he shut after himself the door of the blackguard’s room, after drawing a protective spell in the air in front of it.

[KSR]

Just as she had hoped and almost expected to happen, the man revealed his traits and accepted to go in her newly aquired room. She had felt it in his look, read it in the thoughts which almost deliberately flew to her, requiring no effort from her to be obtained. She could see everything which passed through his mind and revived the memory of the time spent together, which remembered her of a long lost happiness. With a slight smirk on her face, she got up as soon as the paper disappeared in the flames and went towards the stairacse leading to the upper level, to find the room indicated by the maid. Her lips formed a wide grin when seeing what the man had ran to do, and she couldn't prevent herself from laughing at those paladin instincts. She, for one, wouldn't have cared much for the sweaty adventurer, but him... it was so much like him to do that... she was a little surprised by the feeling of tenderness towards the man's habits. Perhaps because she hadn't felt them for so long, she had forgotten what it was like. When he finally finished, she went up in the room with him, and took care to lock the door and seal with a spell the whole room. She hated people who tried to listen to private conversations, which wasn't uncommon in inns and taverns. Then, she turned to the man, while putting her cloak away and allowing him to consider her shape in the glowing light of the candle. Her lips though didn't form a single word. It had been him to part from her, it was him who had to speak now. She wondered if she'd prefer him to beg for her forgiveness on his knees, or if she'd rather hear only a few words meaning it, maybe in a whisper, maybe near to her face. She decided upon the second, thinking that either she was growing weak, either she still had feelings for him. Again the second was aprooved by her heart, which made her feel her knees grow weak. Her heart had never told her anything since they had parted, but now it was shouting from her chest that there was no other reason for her to go search him throughout the lands than...
Karyonna sat down on a chair, betraying nothing which was passing within her. Excepting the eyes. Their fiery glow was burning stronger than the candle and burnt the man's face, perhaps letting him know what was on her mind.

[vladase]

@RedDevil:
     After all the searching finaly a little hope had appeared. After the last of many battles, while celebrating the victory one of the demons that fought at my side started a talk about diffrent types of planetars, angels and alike. Not small was my surprise when one of the other demons, instead of sharing his companion's hatred fore those "goody-good doers" said that they weren't all bad. He spoke of a beautiful female planetar wich hated her former way of life and became a rogue, an assasin for hire. After a few more drinks i took the demon for a little talk. I found out that she was from a plane far away, the plane of Ald-Harun. Even if she was banished from that plane by her kin for her treacherous ways, she was still visiting it from time to time.
   I realised this was the brake i was waiting for. I need to get to Ald-Harun to start my search. But how? Then i remembered. In the whole land the only two libraries that could have the answer were the  High Library of Sundrail and the Mage's Guild Library of the human city of Hathor. And everyone knows it's easyer to penetrate a human city then a elven one. So to Hathor i went.
   While walking the streets of Hathor suddenly i feel pushed aside and i hear a hars voice telling me to move. Who could... as i turn i see a beautiful young woman wearing the signs of the Guild. She must be a high ranking one as i see from her proud face and wealthy clothes. If i kill her and take her place in the Guild i should have access to all the scrools i want. As i take a step towards my left and start the hand-movement for a silent Finger of Death under my raggy robes i hear her asking if there is a problem. Hmmm, maybe she doesn't have to die. Stealth is always better then brute force. I stop the casting of the spell and answer.
   "Maybe you can, my lady. I need to travel to the distant plane of Ald-Harun to hunt a... demon. It had put a terrible curs on me and i need to slay it so my curse can end. And i heard that your Guild has the scrool who can take me there. So... what must i do to get a chance of using them?" I raise my eyes and see a surpised look on her face. I can see that she sah never heared such a bold request. And she would never had expected one from a man of my social stature.

(off-topic: sorry pt intarziere dar mi-a picat netul vreo 2 zile.)

[night_hawk]

While thinking about the last events, the tall paladin came near him and shaked his hand. That shake also healed him a bit. "Got to learn some healing spells to! Got to!" Darian murmured to himself. He saw the paladin follow the blackguard upstairs. "Hm.. they know each other. And from their eyes, they seem to like each other. Might be a good opportunity to steal something." he said to himself. Even though he was quite skilled in sneaking past people, he prefered to prepare an Invisibility spell. He wasn't very confident about it, since his first attempt on casting it, but that always made sure he casts it well. Sneaking behind them, Darian saw the two enter a room. "Now that makes my mission tricky.". He was also preparing a small Haste spell... just in case things heat up. He went outside, climbed the wall till the room's window, and stood there a while, to see what was happening. "Good! They haven't noticed me yet! The Blackguard seems very... changed though. It'll be a snap!" While looking to see what things can be taken, his eyes saw something that took his curiosity: the Paladin's sword. But he didn't want to steal it. It would have profaned the sword's might. After a few minutes he decided there was nothing to steal. He had enough gold to stay for a few days more there, so he returned to the forest just south of Beregost, very near the tavern, where he was going to sleep for the night. Low chances of getting backstabbed there. Just for the night, he cast an Armor spell. He was still thinking on that undead....