Post by Draven Centaurus on Jul 6, 2005 23:16:40 GMT -5
Name: Draven Centaurus
Age: 400 years old
Race: Elven Halfbreed
Occupation: Mercanary, and Warlord trying to reclaim his
birthright as Lord of Eserwollfe.
Sample Post: Waiting in his encampment he sat stareing into the flames. There he watched as the flames seem to flash out at him. Much like the hands of lost souls reaching for him trying to grab him. Yet for what crime, what reason was this happening to him. He sat there in wonder his mind flashing to long ago. The place Eserwollfe he was a child. He was a noble and still is by blood. There he saw at the balcony from the stronghold as Orcs and Drows made their way to the sacred stronghold of Eserwollfe the doors bashing at the gates. He remembers only how close a projectile slammed into him as it slinged for the Keep. His father dragging him and hauling him in rush as panic spread. Those that he remembered as reaching to the river that flowed underneath the city seem to be hidden here a voice. " Wait here my son when there is silence then leave this spot at all cost." Leave.......... never leave......... those words as the commotion above endures. The sounds of piilage and plunder. He looked as a group of Orcs and a Single Drow officer came down the stairways his first thought to the river but if so they find him soon hide and wait as his father told him hide in the shadows.
The orcs sniffed the air as the Drow Officer lurked around giveing command. "Lets go gentlemen, Lord Du'Crett will be pleased to hear the only force to stand againest us is now no more and all of the bloodline is lost." Turning one orc sniffs the air as the Drow gives teh Order " Vah'riesh now!!" With that command he snarled into the air and followed. Hours then days passed as then when all gone he went up the great stairway. Into the streets, the ways filled with corpse, pestilence, and most of all the presense of annihilation. Armageddon hit Eserwollfe the once noble and sacred Stronghold on the Awndale River. Now lost. Back to present sitting back at the encampment after meditateing his eyes opened as he speaks as the winds flow by.** I do as you tell me father, I hide in the shadows, then when all is silent I strike not as just an assasin, but a blade of Judgement and Justice. I am the shadow father, I am fear itself for in dire times men fear what is not seen or known!!
Age: 400 years old
Race: Elven Halfbreed
Occupation: Mercanary, and Warlord trying to reclaim his
birthright as Lord of Eserwollfe.
Sample Post: Waiting in his encampment he sat stareing into the flames. There he watched as the flames seem to flash out at him. Much like the hands of lost souls reaching for him trying to grab him. Yet for what crime, what reason was this happening to him. He sat there in wonder his mind flashing to long ago. The place Eserwollfe he was a child. He was a noble and still is by blood. There he saw at the balcony from the stronghold as Orcs and Drows made their way to the sacred stronghold of Eserwollfe the doors bashing at the gates. He remembers only how close a projectile slammed into him as it slinged for the Keep. His father dragging him and hauling him in rush as panic spread. Those that he remembered as reaching to the river that flowed underneath the city seem to be hidden here a voice. " Wait here my son when there is silence then leave this spot at all cost." Leave.......... never leave......... those words as the commotion above endures. The sounds of piilage and plunder. He looked as a group of Orcs and a Single Drow officer came down the stairways his first thought to the river but if so they find him soon hide and wait as his father told him hide in the shadows.
The orcs sniffed the air as the Drow Officer lurked around giveing command. "Lets go gentlemen, Lord Du'Crett will be pleased to hear the only force to stand againest us is now no more and all of the bloodline is lost." Turning one orc sniffs the air as the Drow gives teh Order " Vah'riesh now!!" With that command he snarled into the air and followed. Hours then days passed as then when all gone he went up the great stairway. Into the streets, the ways filled with corpse, pestilence, and most of all the presense of annihilation. Armageddon hit Eserwollfe the once noble and sacred Stronghold on the Awndale River. Now lost. Back to present sitting back at the encampment after meditateing his eyes opened as he speaks as the winds flow by.** I do as you tell me father, I hide in the shadows, then when all is silent I strike not as just an assasin, but a blade of Judgement and Justice. I am the shadow father, I am fear itself for in dire times men fear what is not seen or known!!