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Guardians of the Root |
| Musings of a Wanderer |
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Trying always to remember the past, particularly searching my memories for my name, which is lost to me. I'm told that I'm normally a decent person, although I am easily angered. You will often find me inside the Root of the Matter Inn (Defensive Quarters interior). I live in room 25. Come and drop by sometime; there is tea to be had, as well as the occasional wild party. INFORMATION Human Form: -Height: 5' 7'' -Weight: 112 pounds
Dragon Form: -Height: 15' 3'' -Weight: 4,000 pounds
I have the ability to shift between dragon and human form, although ever since my dragon traits reactivated it has become harder and harder to hold myself in human form; thus I require and amulet to aid in my transformations. While I favor my dragon form, I find it is sometimes necessary to take on a human form as this is more easily accepted by those that don't know me very well. Lament of the Lost Bound to this land I may be, Unable to find the home I seek. The open skies are closed to me, Yet I yearn for them endlessly. Perhaps I may carve out my own, A home, that I will never more seek. And let my name be known, Across this land, endlessly. Infinite darkness falls over my sight, Enlightenment do I now seek. But I am trapped, and my great might Has been stolen, so I search endlessly. I cannot stretch out my wings and fly, But the skies I shall forever seek. For it always brings a tear to my eye To think I am trapped here, endlessly. BEGINNINGS How did I end up here?
It's a question I've asked myself many times as I have wandered the pathways of this strange new world.
Ever since that day I woke up in the cabin filled with papers, I have wondered this.
I often think that this may be a dream, but if it was, I would have killed myself long ago, to escape.
It can't be a dream.
The terrible things that I have seen since I awoke, since I lost my memories, cannot be fabrications of my imagination.
Sometimes I wonder, though, if I should kill myself anyway, to escape from this place.
No. I will not.
With those willing to serve me at my side, I can survive this world, even without a true home here.
A real home is probably something I will never have. There is much to explore, so much wonder in the universe.
Therefore I wander, and will wander, until death claims me.
I have found that of the many creatures surrounding me, a small number are willing to lend me their service.
It is a strange thing, this gift I have found, for I am certain that before I got here I did not have the gift.
At least, I think so. Memories, they are very vague and limited. I cannot think very clearly, and I certainly don't
know of anything specific that happened during my life... if I even had one... before that day.
I feel confined.
I am confined. I have tried to pass through the world, but something keeps stopping me. When I found the road,
with the metal sphere in the ground, and began pressing the buttons on it, with the notes I had found in the cabin,
it did help me along in my attempts to discover more of this land, but the strange force still keeps me confined.
The statue in the center of the park disappeared, I found, when I opened the metal sphere. I wonder if this was
done by whatever 'entity' the notes mentioned. Either way, a staircase led down through a hole below the statue.
I wonder why the place was hidden, with the long bridge deep underground heading out to an outcropping of rock.
So many questions I have asked, and so few answers have I received.
There is a strange urge pulling at me, I have found over the past days. I feel as if this body of mine is not the sort of
vessel that I require in order to sustain myself, as if keeping this form is slowly taxing me. How can this happen, I
wonder, if it is not the advance of old age, which surely cannot be claiming me already?
And yet, I still feeling this urge to drop my burden, whatever that burden may be, and fly away from here. I once
again find myself asking how, and once again I don't know, and yet the strange urge continues to pull at me. My
powers are greater than they have been in a long time, and yet, somehow, I grow more tired by the day, even when
I do not use my abilities, and one of the things that I find I cannot do is lift this tiredness from my body. I tried once,
and it only resulted in a feeling of incredible, wracking pain that took hold of me as soon as I attempted.
There's something wrong.
But I don't know what it is, so I can't fix it.
What am I? I wonder, for surely I cannot be human. I find myself yearning for the open skies, spending hours at a time looking up into the dark tapestry of stars, so far above me, and wishing that I could reach out and grasp it. I
spend more and more of my time wandering without much of an idea of where I'm going, and yet I'm sure that I
will find the place I'm looking for. Yet, I don't even know where that place is.
I dreamed. In the dream, I had a different form, a mightier one, with two powerful wings on my back keeping me
higher and higher in the air as I drifted along, staring at the ground below me. I watched as the people, who seemed
from where I was to be but tiny specks, moved about, and wondered what they felt. Did they ever wish that they
could leave the ground and fly, like me?
When I awoke, I only felt more alone and separated. Rather than a sense of freedom, the dream brought a sense of
being trapped, for I was still blocked off from the skies in reality. I find myself wishing more and more to simply fly
away, though.
Am I going insane?
At last, I am free! I know now what always lay within me, simply a dormant power, the same mighty form that I dreamed of. I find
myself still capable of using this human shape to communicate my emotions and thoughts, but that is not my true
shape. I have become something much greater, a creature covered in scaly skin tougher than most armor but
as light as if it really were normal skin. Claws sprout from my hands, and the magic flows through me stronger than
ever in the past.
And yet still...
I tried to go and take a walk in the forest yesterday. As I was heading along a path, I met by the two guards, who
I'd seen before but never paid much attention to. They seemed to be trees, but I didn't know for sure. Now, though,
I realized that I desperately wanted to enter that forest, and in order to that I was going to have to defeat the
guards in combat. I asked them politely, but they didn't even respond. I waved my staff at them, tried to go around
them, everything. They wouldn't stop standing in between me and the remainder of the forest path.
Then, I attempted to force past one. He shoved me back. I roared in rage, charged forward, intent upon testing
my new found powers. My clawed hand dove towards the guard's throat.
The next thing I knew I was lying on the ground, a gaping wound in my side. The guard was standing there, staring
forward as if nothing had happened. It wasn't even hurt. How ineffective my attempts at striking against it had been!
At that moment, I made it my goal to defeat these things, an overwhelming obsession that continues to nag at my
thoughts, constantly. I still cannot get past them, but one day I shall defeat them fairly, and they will kneel before me,
allowing me to pass freely whenever I please.
One day...
The silent tree-things that dared try to hold me back are vanquished, and now I may enter the forest at will. What a beautiful place this is! I may roam through the skies above it at times, and at other times I have chosen to
take on my human form, and wander between the beautiful trees. In the forest while wandering I have found a sword
lying on the ground. It's a well-balanced blade, and I decided to keep it.
I have crafted an amulet of gold, in the shape of my natural form curled around a ruby. It changes in size whenever I
shift between human and draconic shape, and serves as a channel for some of my powers, though only to a minor
extent. The magic will allow anyone I lend the amulet to to use a weaker version of my abilities.
I will no longer wander. I have found my home.
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| Cynicism of a Warrior |
There is no honorable way to kill, no gentle way to destroy. There is no glory in dying.
Know this and you will stand a chance.
EQUIPMENT AND POSESSIONS:
-My staff has been carved into an image of a claw, specifically mine. It is always with me, and serves as an excellent channel for my magic. Runes are carved up the sides of the wood, and when the staff is activated these begin to glow brightly.
-A dagger tucked into my robes -- it may not be visible, but it is there. I keep it within its hiding place most of the time, and though I have never used it in combat I fear that I may one day have to. I can only hope that day never comes; should I draw it out in battle, I've already lost.
-The amulet around my neck is a mighty artifact indeed, handcrafted by me. It holds some of the powers of my true draconic form, allowing the wearer to call upon those abilities. Also it has been enchanted with a spell of healing. It also aids the process of shapeshifting.
-An ancient sword that I found buried in Loreroot is held within a scabbard at my hip. It has a gem encrusted onto the hilt, something which looks very valuable but that I wouldn't dare try to pry away. It is my belief that the gem is what holds the spirit of war which inhabits this blade, a spirit which has granted me strength and speed.
-An arrowhead with an encrusted letter was a gift from oldwolf. I keep it in my pocket.
-I carry a key with me, hung around my neck on a silver chain. The number 25 is etched on it.
-Occasionally I keep a longbow and a quiver of arrows with me. While I am not skilled with the bow, I am working on it, and every day my accuracy improves. I have also learned the art of improving the arrows with spells, though this is a delicate practice and requires quite a bit of patience.
-There is a tree-shaped badge pinned onto the front of my robes. -I am obsessed with pie and manage to nearly always have one on my person.
-I wear a backpack emblazoned with a picture of a tree. DRACONIC POWERS
When in my natural draconic form I gain an incredible amount of strength and speed, as well as the ability to fly. Contrary to popular belief, not all dragons breathe fire. Those that do are incredibly powerful but generally do not have the ability to wield magic while in their natural form. I have green scales and am relatively small for a dragon, though still quite large by human standards. I do not actually breathe fire, though I have learned to create the illusion of breathing fire.
MAGIC
There are two general types of magic: Evocation and Spells. Evocation is the quick-and-powerful side of magic, requiring nothing more than force of will and perhaps a few magical foci. These forms of magic tend to be purely attack and defense, and they are so well geared towards that that the use of spells in direct fighting is rare. Examples of evocation are fireballs, electric bolts and similar things.
Spells are a much more complicated part of magic. They are formed of memories, embedded into the caster's brain or an object that the caster uses to draw out the spell. Spells can be activated in many ways, including words, objects used as foci which will work even if they don't contain the spell itself, and signs drawn on the ground or, through the magic itself, in the air. This latter form of spellcasting is known as sigil magic, and it is the kind of magic that I specialize in.
FIGHTING TIPS
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Fatesworn |
| Page 509 - Seeds Of The East |
| "Ok, so you attack that big thing.. over there, while Handy and I try to grab a piece of that floating stone over there." Lifeline stares in amazement at Liberty "Hold on, you mean, you want me to attack the big shade cloud over there? You must be joking?" Lib sighs "No..I am not, just DO IT, I know you have ways to do it. And, trust me, it's for a good cause , and you get to use that powerful army you told me about!" Lifeline pauses for one second and thinks. ... |
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