Sunday, June 14, 2009
Introducing: The Storm Bringer
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Introducing: Rayne Soshanee
Rayne Soshanee, a not so typical elf with blond hair that looks like spun rays of the sun, long and wavy to his waist and pulled back by a leather strap. Tall, he moves with the litheness of a cat, his deep green eyes sparkle when he smiles widely, but don't be fooled, those eyes are quick to read one like a book and sharp as an arrow in the sight of danger. He goes and picks up a lute and begins picking its strings, Rayne grins performing for a small group of people while his friends get ready to eat at a table in the corner of the cozy inn. He wore his favorite bearskin sleeveless jacket over a red heavy shirt. Gently he tapped his bearskin boots on the floor rug to the rhythm of the happy song he was delighting the people with. The light from the fireplace danced over his fair skin, almost making him appear to be glowing.
Introducing: Thei’la’del
I sat all night, looking at the sky. Until, the dawning, cresting sun. My heart became drenched in sunshine, and I could not stay any longer.
I walked with purpose to make plans into reality. First Chromwyn, then Andez, and finally Rayne. One by one the spirit of Avandra guided my words, and their hearts to a single purpose.
So with mace, dagger, sword and bow, we take up arms to crack the shell of our world. We will escape our world, and find a greater destiny among the stars, and the heavens!
Introducing: Chromwyn Rageborn
My mother she used to tell me “Son, you better get to church, it’s a dark world out there and it’s only getting worse.” I used to see the world in black and white, good and evil. I remember that night, the screams of the egg watchers echoed in the darkness, as we were being raided by the blasted undead armies from the north. I saw my brothers dying on the battlefield, a sea of blood and scales, and taking their arms, I took action against the blighted incoming hordes.
One after the other I cut through the throng. It must of been hours later, before it ended, before I could stop. My training was that battlefield. My mastery was the deathly swirl and the sharp singing of my blade. My art, my life, is what I hold in my hands.
I remember feeling so alive that night, I looked into her eyes, and knew what it was to pray. I used to see black and white, but now I see everything as red. And in the name of the Raven Queen, I shall smite all those who stand before me.