(taken from the Forum were the Charicter made came from a NWN D&D forum)Though most people are unaware, dragons of all colors sometimes walk among them. And, for as varied reasons as exist with all the races, these dragons sometimes will take a ma…
Name: Raven
Appearance: standing at around 5’8″ this half human half something elvin, held eyes that would change color depending on mood or thoughts, Red hair that would fall over an eye at times, movements like a dancer a cat. leather or cloth held around her neck hiding a nasty Garret wire wound. another that went along her left leg hidden by a Serpentine Dragon (Chinese) Tattoo, and on her back Black Wings that looked tattered another tattoo.
This Sad Tale starts in a Large City along one grimy back street with n a Whore house. A Human Female gives birth to a red headed Half breed naming her.. Tilly.
Growing up this little half breed learned to avoid many things, those seeking to collect her for slavery, or for Certain Clientele that enjoyed the young… When her mother died of disease she left not wishing to follow her mothers footsteps.
At the mercy of the streets she would of died young or ended in a bad place. Yet a Miracle in a twisted fashion saved her from such. Taken in by two men. Rory the Assassin and Silth Leaders of the West Gang. She was given a home a Family. Rory was not around much, off on missions or scouting for new Talent, so her training fell to Silth more then not.
She grew into a fine Roof walker, pick pocket and throat slitter now one would think she would be happy… But Silth did things that kept such from truly taking root. Getting her drunk and marking her skin as he wished was one. Broken black wings on her back, a Dragon covering a long scar on her one leg. Keeping her from finding romance or even a simple lover. small moments of words that turned the Young breed into a bitter solitary Bird.
Her only light as when Rory visited and his most favored Student a odd creature from a different place, a strange half breed part elvin and part Draconic, both bitter though the Dragon was so very much older acted oddly almost young having holes in ‘its’ memory.
As she grew older turning into her 20’s her 30’s a raid from another guild took place. in the chaos a Garret wire slipped around her neck. dragged off the wire digging into her neck. Alone with her attacker a Shock to behold, twas Silth who proceeded to try and rape her.
Sadly he forgot she was not truly helpless even loosing blood and air, pulling a dagger as she bad mouthed and gloated, stabbing him in the gut. she left him.. dieing, bleeding out after she castrated him and shoved the Balls into his mouth.
Stumbling away she wrapped her wounds and fled the City, and somehow even shes unsure of ending up in a new land. Yet thankfully she was not completely alone….
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Name: Tristanna Tyrial / Tristen Tyrial (Tyr)
Race: Elf/Half White Dragon
Appearance: stands at almost 6′ with pale almost whiteish blue skin and long hair as white a snow or moonlight, Pale Ice blue eyes that were reptilian slit. Skin was covered by scars that looked like skinning lines from shoulder area to ankle. on the left cheek was a small tattoo of a dragon holding a dagger. Small Horns set in the hair almost unseen and small wings on ‘there’ back that only stretched about 2′ wing tip to wing tip, Tattered and torn useless for flight or anything else.
(Female Form) Voice was rough and cold very unkind and snappish
(Male form) Voice was low smooth sweet and charismatic maybe holding buried deep a coldness of a hunter.
Bio (Original Bio so sorry about the odditys =D)
Life is a corridor of doors left open so that the memories of your existence could always be accessible. Yet for some the doors are shut, maybe peeked into, but mostly ignored; then there are those who burned the corridor, loosing their past so as to never be pulled down by it. Still the Ashes would always leave a bitter taste of what might and truly should have been.
Her past was lost, her present a painful darkness behind her eyes, her future, her future… Muffled screams drag themselves into her pointed, little, ears somehow she knew they were her own. Feelings of Air across gaping wounds, the acrid smell of blood and fire, voices that mocked in questioning words she no longer cared to understand; tormented, broken of body and mind; the pain seemed an eternity, yet she knew that time passed. Then silence. The pain slowly diminished but the darkness abided. Peace and with it a sleep so deep she remained unaffected. A Voice rumbled in her blood cooling her burning skin.
Time held no sway in that restorative sleep. Years pass by like wind on the water leaving behind only ripples – The voice’s effect was the same, mending and changing as it saw fit. She is completely oblivious until one day…
The forest was silent. A small mound begins to shift, leaves and other forest detritus shake and fall revealing a long, thin form. The creature pulls itself out of the rest of the waste and collapses unto the forests loamy ground. The dappling sunlight crept across unnaturally pale skin, scars webbed across a tenuous form. Coughing, more of the forest floor falls away; a scaled affect is glimpsed in the skin and vanishes just as quickly. Clawed hands push upwards and the creature nearly falls backwards as it gains a seated position. More coughing, more falling leaves, and we can see the creature is a long, willowy woman. Her hair, the color of the moon’s kiss when clean is brown with a green edge, pools around her like a stagnant lake. Another cough brings her head forward and a tiny lump appears behind a pointed ear. She moves her hair away from a surprisingly clean face her hands skim over the lumps, revealing two slim horns. She lifts her head, blinking unusual ice blue eyes, unusual in that instead of being round they were slit like a reptiles. Squinting into the fading light a rusted voice breaks the stillness, “Wh-who…”More coughing, as her throat tries to close, “Who a-am…I?” The racking of her body nearly collapses her to the ground. The dark blankness of her mind offers, “Dri-gen, Drigen… No…no-not m-my… name.” She licks lips gone dry before the tree above her broke ground, “Tr…Trisss…Tristana…ye-yes, my name.” Bitter Ashes fell her as the two names return; one she knows as her own, the other a God, one she vaguely remembers following but is mostly lost to the Darkness of Before.
Unable to move, completely depleted from the trauma of remembering her own name and waking from a forced slumber, she laid waiting. After several hours a small furry creature that came to investigate lost its life as she devoured it raw, uncaring. Night was well advanced when she felt strong enough to make her way east. After a while she stopped at a tavern called… Spoke…something, relieving a drunk mercenary of all but his skivvies while she waited.
As a new sun peaked over the horizon, a waif in ill fitted armor emerges from the forest into town. Her hair badly shorn and a sword belted to her side, not to mention the money pouch she got off that mercenary, she walked down the road. Looking carefully around, squinting at the light, she turned south. She felt like she knew this place, the taste of ashes teasing her tongue; no matter, she would make new memories and chase the ashes away. A power in her blood, so different from the one she had once felt from the Shadows; a power that rumbled and stretched the wings of a battered soul, calling her down another path, though the skills of the former still lingered.
Ashes of Memorys: peices of the Past returned.
Fragments of memories Like Ashes in a Fire pit jumbled up but still making a whole someday.
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The Night held a Chill of Fall as He waited crouched like some creature on a rooftop watching a building waiting for his mark. He had stalked her for months watching her pattern her every step, he had nothing but time, if she died before his blade then so be it, he was already older then he should have been. She would not be showing for a bit longer as he yawned tongue curling like a cats behind slightly pointed teeth. The Sound of the door slamming shut making him look down to see her dashing from the building.
He cursed something had disrupted her pattern, a tip off to her death? Heh no matter as he lifted his arm a small what looked like an Arm Crossbow and a small dart and aimed at the fleeing women. A few seconds after he fired the dart, the women stumbled and collapsed to the ground. With speed and agility he moved and swept her up making it back into shadow before anyone could know anything had happened. Once back to his roost he watched as another shadow appeared were she had fallen…
They had sent another after her and Take HIS Kill how dares this person… first though to find out who was behind her fleeing then who had sent another. Back to the Shady inn he had booked a room at. No questions from the man behind the desk. Once in his room he dumped in women on the bed not even tying her and waited. When she woke looking around in alarm he smirked and lifted his arm again and shot her with another dart.
“So you tell the truth my dear” He gave her a death head grin as she looked at him. “Why did you run?”
She sputtered some stuff and though he looked dead calm to her on the inside he seethed coldly the vary Farging Wench that had sent him on this mission had told his mark she was hunted…but none of that mattered now. With a cold grin he moved tot eh door and nodded. “You’re free to go and safe no one will kill you ever fear”
He watched her go and waited. A few moments later the sound of a body hitting the floor and he walked out drawing a sword, the poison he had shot her with had finally acted. With a fast slash and some work he severed her head leaving the body to be picked clean.
When he got to the house of his employer a stained bag in hand he was shown to her study, this women that could have been a snakes relative so cold and deadly. “Here ya go one dead Wench” Dropping the bag onto her desk so the head rolled out and smirked inwardly as the Women started and made a disgusted look.
“So you have well done Trist” She got up and went to a safe dialing up the numbers not hiding the code and got his price. “Here you go I have another job if you are interested”
“No thank you I have a job to finish first” With a swift movement grabbed the women and slammed her to the wall. “You tried to up my Kill and now you seek to kill me… Death is your only answer”
Swiftly he pined her hands and feet to the wall with daggers grinning as he slit her open from her chest down so she died slowly and opening the Chest grabbed all the money before leaving satisfied on the wall next to her dieing body in her own blood…”no one Double Crosses the Shadow of Death”
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The morning was silent in the compound everyone morning the death of a Clan Sibling he had been the best of the single Death dealers. Sitting in a tree away from everyone Trist shook his head. The Boy had been good a mere 20 years and of the Death Rank the highest one can hope to gain with out killing the Elder off. But the child had one Flaw his God. He remembered that day finding the boy Broken and laughing, looking like some great thing had thrown him around like a rag, the boy had babbled about his God Raekhan and the Gift he had been granted. It was true the Gift of Rage made him to the place he had been but he was unable to control the fire and it made him sloppy enough to get caught and killed.
Jumping from the tree he had been in he made his way to the small temple set aside for all the Clan to worship there God or Goddess of choice. Pulling his Clan dagger from the spot in his boot he laid it down and lowered his head sending a prayer to his Lord Drigen to watch his step to not let him end so pathetically for the Game was not yet over nor the pieces all placed. Afterwards he had left leaving his dagger for his God not realizing he had been watched.
That night at Dinner words were said for the lost Sibling then the Sensei Called him forth while holding a box engraved with Dragons, the top of the box a Dragon holding a Sword dancing in Shadow with Jade, Ruby and Onyx stones inlayed into the design.
“I noticed you left your weapon to thy God so I am hoping this will be a humble replacement Sir Death” The box opened and inside resting on Velvet and silk a Slim dagger the vary blade’s surface covered in Runic Writing, the handle a Black Dragon the blade was hard to see for it danced with dark energy a constant moving shadow over the blade. Trist felt the blade and swallowed this was the mark of the top assassin the Death giver. This blade bound itself to one and one only becoming a dull useless non magical item on the owner’s death. He took the blade expecting to be nothing more then an illusion, but the feel of the blade in his hand a feeling of something dark and hungry emanating from it he Grinned and bowed deeply. “I will not fail thee Master or this blade, by Blood and Shadow may the Clan be always standing…by this mark by this weapon I pledge myself to the Call of Death and Shadow…”
he laid the blades edge on the Clan marking on his right cheek faded and stretched from the many years he had lived with in. then as the room broke into screaming and yelling he ran the undaggered hand though his hair checking the twin bumps under the hair really fast as he did to make sure they did not need filing yet and took his seat again sliding the dagger into it’s place in his boot.
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A summers day spent inside as her mother scoured and filed the two bone like protrusions on her head
“Sweetie Trisatana you will have to do this too your Fath. My Husband must never know all right no one must know you are an elf simple as that nothing more or less an elf.”
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Another summer day nibbling at the Treat gained for her fifth year living… the voice of her Father…
“You have all it takes to be a great Clan Child you would bring honor but for that to happen…I Have No Daughter… I have A Son…Trist you are my Son understand that you are not a girl you are a BOY!!”
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A toy hidden till alone with in the compound, the only thing from home a simple toy top. But nothing would save him older boys found him and laughing took it away joking among themselves as a few tears fell. A dash to a tree and more tears. Till a kind voice and hand pull him away, letting him cry. Only after was it found the shoulder he had gotten wet was the Sensei’s head man himself.
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A crisp spring day shifting from one foot to another as gifts were handed out to the new graduated Students. A small object placed in his hands by the Sensei himself with a wink. Looking down to find a harmonica with the elven words- “toror of loomin OR lumbe OR” meaning “brother of shadow”. A grand gift indeed.
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The day was bright the compound abuzz with excitement a fight between the top Lone Shadow vs. the top paired Shadows. Everyone came, any of the Shadows not out on the hunt, the whole compound.
He walked the arena perimeter annoyed he had just gotten back from that semi bungled job. Though the thought of that –Things- pets finding her pinned to the wall did bring a cold smile to his face. But instead of being able to rest, offer up his tribute to the alter he had been challenged to prove himself. He did not care that much… but something felt wrong and as he watched everyone gather that feeling grew, a hand went into his pocket only to curse as he remembered the Harmonica was still in his room.
The Fight was brutal for the pair. He never allowed them any room, pulling all his abilities, using his gear to darken the arena then going invisible, he downed them one at a time, even the Shadow dancer of the pair fell fast. Yet before he could throw the wooden blade he had been using down…
Pain racking his body holding him in place as dozen of spells went off from the surrounding forest… Death. So much death to those that made it there life to hand it out. Watching as hooded hidden men and others killed with no mercy his brothers, destroying in a single day, mere hours a great Clan….
So much more to it but no the memory of the last hours still hidden so much still lost.
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That last memory a final piece returned, so sharp to bring her to her knees, choking back a scream.
With the Clan dead… those who held him brought forth the Man that had been like a father the Sensei. Before his eyes and the rest of the day they tortured that Old Elvin man using techniques he himself would come to know all too soon. Though it hurt to see such the true pain that drove daggers into his heart was the one doing it. A Clan Sib one of there own had destroyed everything all because of a mistake made. The last job. His last job the killing of that Woman for double crossing him… his Sib was also hers…destroying his clan torturing his Sensei all for revenge on one person…
— Though many things, many changes did ‘they’ go though along the way a Portal found a path taken a new realm, were a elf assassin found ‘them’ Rory. he took them under his wing, the magic becoming not as Important, yet a gift was given a Spell that gave hope to the darkness to Tyr to have himself a true life. from him they relearned how to truly fight to utilize the magic and combat together. They also met a young half breed Raven, both bitter souls a friendship of oddity between them grew and warmed. Till seeking answers after the guild attack a odd portal found and entered hoping to find ‘there’ Bird of darkness.
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( just the wings mostly)
RARES…. You’ll notice we just added about 10 bizzilion new rare items. These items are in addition to the rares we already have. They are separate from all the rares that can drop on monsters & other rare items that were alright on the server.
There will be several way to acquire these new rare items. The first is through the black market. In Narrowhaven you’ll find a hand full of vendors that will sell random rare items for a lot of gold. Yes, they are expensive, yes we did that on purpose! *laughs* These items are really meant for the player who already has a house and has acquired a good sum of gold that now is just sitting in their bank acquiring dust. Now because of the price you likely will not be able to purchase one of ever item. So save up your gold and go buy yourself a rare item or two!
The second way will make the thief’s happy! We will be adding some of them to the game world to be sealable! Some meaning as many as we can handle adding to the game world with out going crazy *laughs again*. Anyway, these stealable rares have not yet been setup. We will post an update when they start to show up.
Lastly, you may or may not have noticed that all the bosses spawners are currently turned off. This is temporary and they will get turned back on here some time. We noticed that the way they are setup now is not how we were intending them to function. Once we get it all worked out they will show backup again.
– Missing artifacts added to paragon drops, treasure chest, basecreature
– Adjusted boss monster stats to make them be less soloable
– Fix for profile crash if xml attachment is not present
– Removed silk clothing armor until it can be adjusted some how
– Increase seed drop rate on certain monsters
– Fixed strange meat typo
– Socket Hammer, now requires 10x red scales to craft instead of 1 valorite ingot
– Added around 600 new rare items (And there are still more to add)
– Added black market vendors
– Fixed a couple peaches of artifac armor not being part of the sets
– Fixed a couple of animation bugs for wrong animation (ice wolf & Solen Matriarch)
The Gem CollectorThe Gem Elemental spoke of important words as I asked a silly question in which I wasn’t believing myself. I figured that, as precious as she could be, she could perhaps know how to create such object. At least a clue, anything. I w…
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TALES OF THE SEAS — Part I
In search for a legend
My instincts practically yelled in my mind for me to give up on this idea. Only thinking about it gave me shivers but I saw it as the only way. The Mistress will be waiting for my news of the sea serpent location, and no one else expect me would be able to discover it. With her promise in one hand, and my will to find out more about my race in the other, I dived once again, since many months, into deep waters.
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As my serpent call kept placing me into difficult situations, taking over my mind, I addressed this issue to the only one that I could hope to help me. There is a bound between us two, and I needed to charge my part on it, if I wished to remain alive.
“Maybe dere issss a way to be able to control it Misssstresss…” Yes, for my surprise every time I changed the only thing that would pull me out of the serpent was her. But it was not enough. The serpent had to be controlled and not just calmed down. Thus is in this part that she would enter. There were tales among my people of a very special Nyx, that when fully got his true form, somehow was able to set aside part of his wild mind, continuing to intelligently speak and even learnt the humans tongue. I believed that this legend, if real, would prove itself rather useful. The bound should be enforced, and learning new languages never hurt anybody did it?
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The plan was to capture the ones of my kind and squeeze every bit of rumors they could provide. Maybe the older clans were able to provide me more information… No one knew what type of danger I was going to get myself into. I think that even myself didn’t fully see it, maybe was the magic powder making me feel so unbeatable.
Meh great plans required dangerous actions. Entering into the seas once again in search of tales was not something that I was eager to do, but feeling the cold waters dandling my body once again, and the darkness starting to surround, made me wish to just flee and return to my domains. But it is not possible now… Even if I wished, even if I dared to try to survive without a clan, I could not go back. For the first time it came to my mind that I’m only just a mere prisoner of her. Could it be? Then why would they all risk their lives into this quest?
I kept thinking in that while I descended into deeper waters, in search for a prey of my own kind. Soon the time to see if I truly have a trustworthy ally will come.
A gate. One of those damned magical gates. Rowan had never been very comfortable with magic and this was why! Terrible, horrible, awful things happened went magic went haywire. Her foot scuffed the ground, kicking up dust and dislodging a small shard of rock. An unsettling wind came from behind her, picking up the disturbed particles and dancing away with them off into the night.
Dark of both skin and hair, even a woman of her height and sturdy build was hard pressed to be seen in the stifling darkness of deep night. Where she was, she had no idea. Certainly not where she had intended to end up! It was midday in Stormhaven and on one of their rare sunny days…all she did was follow Aeiren through one of those tall glowing circles like they’d done countless times before. But he wasn’t here with her. Something had gone wrong – terribly, horribly, awfully wrong and now she was stranded in the dark, in the middle of only the gods knew where, alone!
“Damn et! By the Saints… –There’s no’ even ah bloody gate teh walk back into! Bugger et all!” She vented vehemently to the general area as she stomped back to where she thought the gate should have been. Letting out a growl of frustration, she turned sharply on her heel straight into a vicious set of gleaming teeth and golden eyes. The snarling mass drove directly into her chest, knocking her back. Just as her head cracked against the ground, a searing pain tore through her left side. Rowan struggled wildly and tried to focus. Now there where two, no, three of these things attacking her! She swung out with everything she could muster. She kicked and twisted and was rewarded with a solid thump against something furry and a grunt. Then, clawing at the ground, she managed to scramble forward a pace before the most nightmarish howl filled the air around her and fire shot down her left shoulder, connecting with the gaping wound on her ribs. She finally let out an anguished scream as a weight descended over her back. Hot washes of foul smelling breath engulfed her neck and face.. The world pitched forward.
The weight was gone. Everything was spinning. She was being pulled in every direction yet compressed into the tiniest ball at the same time. The pain was there and then gone, pulsing maddeningly, teasing with relief then consuming her entire being. Was this death? Oh, she hoped not… her stomach churned with dread. All at once everything stopped and she lay still face down, though on something cool.. and she could smell.. the sea? She groaned and clutched her side, the white hot agony now constant and very much there.
Something was on the ground in front of her.. a growl sounded as it stirred. She struggled to get her head to move when suddenly, “WITCH!”, practically a bark though very much a word of the common tongue. Her chin snapped up to find a very large, furious looking wolf with gleaming teeth and golden eyes glaring at her accusingly.