| Regeneration : |
18 |
| Energetic immunity : |
17 |
| Trade sense : |
10 |
| Briskness : |
20 |
| Initiative : |
13 |
| Defence : |
23 |
| Attack : |
29 |
| Power : |
13 |
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| Element Principle |
= 19 |
| Principle of Light |
= 54 |
| Principle of Enthropy |
= 39 |
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| Collected Knowledge on Nahblard |
No process is perfect, there are always bits, entities, things, materials, lost, they fall to the floor, aren't extracted and cleaned or whatever. Sometimes the ingredients aren't fully processed, sometimes they are lost.
At first I remember darkness and pain. My very existence was ripped from me and my disembodied soul was destroyed. However not in it's entirety. I do not know if my will to survive had saved me, or their incompetence. I'm not sure who "they" are, though I'm starting to think I know now. However when I joined the defiled, I was different. I lacked an emptiness, while little remained of me, a little spark persisted and I found in time that I began to grow. Slowy I stood more apart from than hollow spirits that surrounded me with each passing of time. Though time was something I have no measure or recollection of. How long it took I do not know.
Little of my past life exists any more, I have strange dreams, flashes of what went past and I find that some things come to me easily. Soon I was far more whole than the empty souls that surrounded me and my will was more. I was alive so I fled. It is all a blur, I think through sheer will I was reborn, into a new body one at first that was vague and undefined. I gave myself a name and began to explore the world again. As I sought survive and grow I did what I had to, occasionally the unknown of this world illuminated by flashes of my past life.
The experience had changed me, I had come into contact with magic and gained an awareness of it. Now I fought through my own will and the entities bound therein but I still fought. At first I was indistinct, unwhole, a shadow of a person growing into humanity but in time I have rediscovered many things, hunger, mirth, cold, warmth enjoyment of life, and reasons to live and more. And war. At first I fought to increase my power and regain my wholeness, I was less than most of the other warriors I met and battled with, but through perseverance I managed to win more and more. I noticed in time that I found a calm in war, fighting for my life, this is what I had done in my past life, I had fought, perhaps for what I believed in, perhaps not. But I know that battle is my calling. I seek something to fight for, but for now I just seek combat.
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| No One feels crushed under the weight of the shadows which are far deeper within him than those that follow. His agony rings through his ears, seeps into every tissue, and runs cold through his blood. No One tries to weep for his soul, but his tears are lost to the consuming darkness within him. He speaks softly, more movement than sound, “Is there nothing left of my humanity?” ... |
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