Post by reagorin on Mar 5, 2008 18:16:41 GMT -5
I'm what you might call an "abomination". And in truth that I be. But what you may not know weary traveler, is that even an abomination can be good.
I was, shall we say, "born" only 10 years ago. How was I born? I was born of magic, and a most evil magic at that. In truth, I am a flesh golem, patched together from the flesh and sinew of other humans. while I am what I am, I cannot help what I am.
The man who created me was a young warlock of Mittlemarch who was tampering with forces he ought not to be fooling with. For little did he know his very own creation would be the death of him. His name was Galendird.
Though most golems are made for servitude, Galendird created me for a companion, for he was very lonely and had not a friend in the world. to do this Galendird gave me part of his soul. When I awoke i didn't know anything and was frantic. I pushed Galendird to the ground, his head struck a rock and he died. Yes i killed him, but being that I was just "born" I had no idea what i had done leaving his dead, lifeless body. I began to roam the forests Mittelmarch.
I had only been wandering the forest for about a day when a killoren named Kazzell found me. at first he was frightened of me. He began to attack me, but when i did not defend myself his attack halted. I remember he stared at me for what seemed like a long time. After all, I'm a naked patchwork of human flesh, and it was a little cold. He made a gesture in greeting but I was ignorant of it's meaning. I mimiced back this gesture. He began to speak and I did not understand and merely shook my head. He seemed to understand this and kind of took me under his wing because he, himself understood loneliness. He taught me the many tongues of Mittelmarch, to read and to write, and how to behave in public. But above all, he taught me the ways of the blade and how to defend myself. For many years have we been sparring.
It's been 10 years now, but in that time, because of the piece of a soul i possess as my own, I have been able to make my own decisions. I now follow my companion Kazzell, and though he may be evil in nature, I have chosen a path in the ways of pure heart and noble mind. We actually complement each other very well, and the convesartions can be quite fierce.
To this day I have never killed another living being unless i need to do so to survive. Each year i meditate on my birth, and my true existance in Mittelmarch. I do this on the annaversary of Galendird's death and my birth. My only hope is to one day serve among the great Lords and Ladies of the Mittelmarch Guard
-Though, born of evil, but forged by a fiery will into a friend to many, brother to some, and defender to all.-
I was, shall we say, "born" only 10 years ago. How was I born? I was born of magic, and a most evil magic at that. In truth, I am a flesh golem, patched together from the flesh and sinew of other humans. while I am what I am, I cannot help what I am.
The man who created me was a young warlock of Mittlemarch who was tampering with forces he ought not to be fooling with. For little did he know his very own creation would be the death of him. His name was Galendird.
Though most golems are made for servitude, Galendird created me for a companion, for he was very lonely and had not a friend in the world. to do this Galendird gave me part of his soul. When I awoke i didn't know anything and was frantic. I pushed Galendird to the ground, his head struck a rock and he died. Yes i killed him, but being that I was just "born" I had no idea what i had done leaving his dead, lifeless body. I began to roam the forests Mittelmarch.
I had only been wandering the forest for about a day when a killoren named Kazzell found me. at first he was frightened of me. He began to attack me, but when i did not defend myself his attack halted. I remember he stared at me for what seemed like a long time. After all, I'm a naked patchwork of human flesh, and it was a little cold. He made a gesture in greeting but I was ignorant of it's meaning. I mimiced back this gesture. He began to speak and I did not understand and merely shook my head. He seemed to understand this and kind of took me under his wing because he, himself understood loneliness. He taught me the many tongues of Mittelmarch, to read and to write, and how to behave in public. But above all, he taught me the ways of the blade and how to defend myself. For many years have we been sparring.
It's been 10 years now, but in that time, because of the piece of a soul i possess as my own, I have been able to make my own decisions. I now follow my companion Kazzell, and though he may be evil in nature, I have chosen a path in the ways of pure heart and noble mind. We actually complement each other very well, and the convesartions can be quite fierce.
To this day I have never killed another living being unless i need to do so to survive. Each year i meditate on my birth, and my true existance in Mittelmarch. I do this on the annaversary of Galendird's death and my birth. My only hope is to one day serve among the great Lords and Ladies of the Mittelmarch Guard
-Though, born of evil, but forged by a fiery will into a friend to many, brother to some, and defender to all.-
