Post by Vain on Jul 28, 2010 19:56:09 GMT -5
Life and Tranquility. Two very seprate things, especially among the drow society. The instant he had been born, they decided that he would have neither. Of course being born pure white with orange eyes is an EXTREME no go in the drow society.
My Father, Kargain Seras, was among the highest of the fighters in the drow civilization that he had lived in. When threatend with being overrun out of their home, they decided to look towards a dragon, promising the possesion of a mystical and powerful item. All they had to do was defeat it and take this item for themselves. They sent Kargain to go and retreive this item and slay the dragon, nearly alone and with nothing more than he could carry. After several gruelling hours of battling this dragon, both being weak and injured took a final attempt to live. Kargain dealt a death blow, while the dragon had cursed him, not that Kargain knew anyway. The instant I was born, he realized quick enough.
After he fled from the city with me and my mother, weak from labor and illness, he headed to the last words the dragon had told him, in the center of all the divine dragons. Of course my mother died on the journey, seeing as how my father was no medic, and she could only get worse. After finding this cavern and an undead ally, he decided to make a city for those with no home, or "Outcasts". We slowly but surely gained more and more followers and soon enough, an entire city underground was built. I was taught that if you want something, go get it, and if there were people in your way, then fight for it and win. After my father died protecting the city from the same drows that had attacked us years ago, i decided to live by his motto, and his actions of protecting this city became mine. Ever since, iv'e made a defense corps, iv'e been taught by many a wandering warrior, and even scripted in the ways of magic. I soon learned of my curses plus sides, which allowed GREAT ice magic. I made good use of it and made sure that i perfected my skills in both magic, and sword fighting so that i could protect my city, and take what was needed to survive. After hundreds of years underground, the ruler of the land, a man by the name of Lord Masahiro Hitoshi, had found me. We came to an agreement and i was able to keep from having conflict with him, and i in turn trade him goods from my city. We became decently well balanced freinds and still help eachother out from time to time. That is all the farther my story goes, so i guess it'll unfold as time moves forward. After all, i still have well over 7 or 8 hundred years of life left after all, as long as i keep my composure and play my cards right.
My Father, Kargain Seras, was among the highest of the fighters in the drow civilization that he had lived in. When threatend with being overrun out of their home, they decided to look towards a dragon, promising the possesion of a mystical and powerful item. All they had to do was defeat it and take this item for themselves. They sent Kargain to go and retreive this item and slay the dragon, nearly alone and with nothing more than he could carry. After several gruelling hours of battling this dragon, both being weak and injured took a final attempt to live. Kargain dealt a death blow, while the dragon had cursed him, not that Kargain knew anyway. The instant I was born, he realized quick enough.
After he fled from the city with me and my mother, weak from labor and illness, he headed to the last words the dragon had told him, in the center of all the divine dragons. Of course my mother died on the journey, seeing as how my father was no medic, and she could only get worse. After finding this cavern and an undead ally, he decided to make a city for those with no home, or "Outcasts". We slowly but surely gained more and more followers and soon enough, an entire city underground was built. I was taught that if you want something, go get it, and if there were people in your way, then fight for it and win. After my father died protecting the city from the same drows that had attacked us years ago, i decided to live by his motto, and his actions of protecting this city became mine. Ever since, iv'e made a defense corps, iv'e been taught by many a wandering warrior, and even scripted in the ways of magic. I soon learned of my curses plus sides, which allowed GREAT ice magic. I made good use of it and made sure that i perfected my skills in both magic, and sword fighting so that i could protect my city, and take what was needed to survive. After hundreds of years underground, the ruler of the land, a man by the name of Lord Masahiro Hitoshi, had found me. We came to an agreement and i was able to keep from having conflict with him, and i in turn trade him goods from my city. We became decently well balanced freinds and still help eachother out from time to time. That is all the farther my story goes, so i guess it'll unfold as time moves forward. After all, i still have well over 7 or 8 hundred years of life left after all, as long as i keep my composure and play my cards right.