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Title: "The crusader" (use of the spells will depend on which personality i am in) abilities:
Heal: heals a small amount of Vitality off the target(cannot be used on self)
smite: attacks target player with +20% attack, Defence skills
soul of iron: large increase to energetic immuneity but decrease in power and regenerate skills
torture(only on alliance members): tiny amount of permanant Vitalaty damage and reveals alliance chat, decreases loyalty
berserk: Vitality damage(non permanant) to all players in range
Tag: The Crusader/the executioner/psycopath
description:A servant of the emperor ,he is incredibly zealious and determend, hunting down the wicked relentlessly, he suffers from destructive mental backlashes and can go insane at any moment
there are three sides to me, one is pure of heart and will help the innocent of this land when the call arises, one is dark bitter and twisted, full off hate and envy, and the last one is an insane psycopath, that rips men apart without thought.
it is randomized which one i shall be when role playing so dont expect kindness from me every time we meet
The crusader By *abaddun*
Deep in the jaws of the land, fell creatures preyed upon the weak and feeble, many eyed monstrosities, winged and clawed beasts from the gullet of hell, terrorised primitive man. Centuries past, but during that time regardless of the loses mankind prevailed, and grew, but so did the beasts and yet again they started the hunt. The ruler of that time otherwise known as the emperor, made a call to the land for hunters, to do what they did best, but among the many different faces, was one man, a young man who came from yet a wealthy family, but felt separated, so with only the cloths on his back and a self made spear, he accepted the emperors challenge and headed of to find fame. Many years past since abaddun left civilisation, but he still knew his duty was not over, that there were many more things to slay, but a deep ,gnawing sensation told him something was about to happen.
A few days later it did. As abaddun stalked his new target a vision came to him, a great winged humanoid drifted from blinding light and offered an embrace, thinking fast,abaddun sent his spear at the things heart, but it merely passed though, “I am not your enemy, your spirit has been dulled by years of feral killing, senses blunt by the primitive feast of impure hate”, it whispered. “BUT I SHALL CHANGE THAT”. With the light of its coming a shock so was its departure, the voice had blown abaddun of his feet and toppled more than one tree, but something had happened, something was touching his skin that had not been felt in years, he was wearing a full plate suit of pure shining armour that rippled with magic, in his right hand a perfectly crafted longsword was held, burning with power, and in his left a shield, a ball of the strange material ,hung from no strings, in a hole at its centre ,orbited by smaller versions of itself. But the biggest change was what he felt in himself, the old dreams and desires died, and a new person, a person who would die for the a noble cause, and emitting raw zealous energies, he marched to a direction he knew would take him back to the emperor. Arriving back at the palace he was faced against the gate, taller than everything other than the miracle it guarded, many times has an attacker thrown himself at the gate, and many times has he died of a crushed spirit at the sight of such a thing. But abaddun defied its presence and stood, with head held high, with hands clenched in defience, he stood. the guards saw this figure from the vision sleets of the bastion and a cry went out to identify, silence greated the guards, so that day the ground of the keep turned dark as arrows hammerd into the dirt, and the face plate of abadduns helmet, not makeing a scratch on the substance. the flow of arrows subsided and the guards expected little more then a bloody smear to mark the intruders passing, but reality broke apart as abadun stepped out of the forast of small shafts, and grinned. "what fun are going to have men", with that he hefted his broadsword and walked forward.
During his time as the emperors agent he came across a man dressed in plain white robes, that were smeared with a red substance, but by the look of him, this must’ve been Jonn, the royal inquisitor. "abaddun, a word if you please", after several hours of talking in his private chambers, they realized they had a few things in common, but abaddun was struck by the power of mind of such a person, and offered his services to the inquisition.
everyone has this, feeling, when they are themselvs but not, like a dark side of a persion, and at the battle for khalazdad that side was relised, bathed in the slaughter abaddun abandoned his sword and shield he picked up two discarded axes, bellowing “by my fury you shall know the emperors name” he became a bubble of death, swinging the axes in arcs that dismembered friend and foe alike, and he charged the Necrovion lines, carving a bloody path though the army chanting “KILL MAIM BURN KILL MAIM BURN KILL MAIM BURN KILL MAIM BURN. As his energy was used up he started to fade screaming “noooo ......must.....ki” but only to reappear later after the carnage subsided. in another part of the field swords rang out , but even among the bloodshed a comercal sight was held as a glass flask as hurld at a group of necro Warriors smashing at there feet, laughing they did not realise until it was to late that the flask containd one of the most powerful acids in the world they fell screaming as the flesh was stripped from bone. Udgard turned to find Eden with a sling shot harrying the enemy, wodin was amongst the men of golomus felling necros with every swing of his sword until he faced one of the champions of necro, a fearsome barron from the dark lands whos name was sold long ago for eternal power, the battle that followed was not recorded however, but there were rumers that the barron no longer possesed arms when wodin walked away. there were many sentinels fighting for khalazdad there but as the warriors of the other alliances thought they were being overwhelmed ,a random twist of fate happened.
an easy riddle for the peaple who like them a plane takes of in scotland an crashes on the borders of france and germany ,were would you bury the survivors. if you think you know messege me and i will congradulate you(with another easy riddle)
ravens messege to the world In the Shadow of the Raven Once there was just darkness, shade on shadow, black on black. Legend tells us, Raven came and waved the darkness back. Provider and protector, integral to death and birth, A paradox in midnight black who brought the light to Earth. In the Shadow of the Raven we all stand: More than comrades. More than brothers. We are Clan. The Raven is a trickster and a scoundrel, but take care. His eye is always watching, always winking, always there. He spreads his wings and gathers us into his dark embrace: The poets and philosophers; the bold who seek his face. In the Shadow of the Raven we all rise .More than seekers. More than scholars. We are wise. The Raven calls to those who love the dark, yet seek the light. The more our curiosity, the greater his delight. He knows our deepest sadness, yet he shares laughter too, And if things get upset, he understands – its what we do. In the Shadow of the Raven we all soar: We are power. We are brilliance. We are more.
by same random twist of bad luck ,my modem broke down during the festival
in the chat if i sound like i am boasting, ime not, just talking to myself
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Muratus del Mur-the emperor
Jonn-the grand inquisitor
Raven-The manipulator
Nelyasetesh-the priestess
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