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Loran: minor formatting corrections

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minor formatting corrections

Diandra at 08:29, 1 May 2018

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This is a work in progress - Stories will be added one day.

The stories are grouped alphabetically:

[[#A|A]] [[#B|B]] [[#C|C]] [[#D|D]] [[#E|E]] [[#F|F]] [[#G|G]] [[#H|H]] [[#I|I]] [[#J|J]] [[#K|K]] [[#L|L]] [[#M|M]] [[#N|N]] [[#O|O]] [[#P|P]] [[#Q|Q]] [[#R|R]] [[#S|S]] [[#T|T]] [[#U|U]] [[#V|V]] [[#W|W]] [[#X|X]] [[#Y|Y]] [[#Z|Z]]

==A==
*[[#Acacia|Acacia]]
*[[#Acererak|Acererak]]

==B==
==C==
==D==
==E==
==F==
==G==
==H==
==I==
==J==
==K==
*[[#Kitolani|Kitolani]]
==L==
*[[#Loran|Loran]]
==M==
==N==
==O==
==P==
==Q==
==R==
==S==
==T==
*[[#Tor|Tor]]
==U==
==V==
*[[#Virisin|Virisin]]
==W==
==X==
==Y==
==Z==
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==Acacia==
Test

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==Acererak==
More testing

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==Virisin==
And even more testing.

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 *[[#Rbond|Rbond]]
 *[[#Rebekah|Rebekah]]
-*[[#Reiko|Reiko</li>
+*[[#Reiko|Reiko]]
 *[[#Riley|Riley]]
 *[[#Rion|Rion]]
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 When Acacia awoke, she found herself in the arms of a strange woman. She looked up and saw another woman with crusted blood where her eyes should be. She trembled in fear but in her mind came the voice of the woman, 'Do not be afraid. I will not harm you. I am Mekare and this one by me is Maharet. We know who you are. I must be quick however for my time is coming to an end. I have waited all these centuries for you. I carry the spirit of Amel. When Akasha, your grandmother, met her end, the spirit of Amel had to pass onto someone else to preserve all the vampires - she was the lifeforce of all vampires for she created them. And so the spirit was passed onto me but I was too weak to keep the spirit and it has drained my strength. The spirit of Amel desired for you to be the new lifeforce for he has sensed the power of your soul.' <br />
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-Makare stood up, walked towards Maharet. They nodded to each other and with that, Maharet plunged a dagger into Makare. Acacia stared dumbfounded as Maharet carved out Makare's heart and cut her skull to take out the brain. 'Eat' she whispered hoarsely and shoved the still warm heart and brain toward Acacia. She tried to back away from Maharet but found that she couldn't. And to her surprise and horror, she felt her arms reach out and take the organs. She saw Maharet smile and grin. She cried as she ate the organs against her will. As soon as she did this, she felt a powerful force enter her, almost knocking her to the ground. She screamed as she regained her will and rushed towards Maharet. She grabbed the woman and without thinking about it she bit into the neck of Maharet and started to drink her blood. With her last dying gasp, Maharet exclaimed 'Hail, the new Queen of the Damned!</p>
+<p>Makare stood up, walked towards Maharet. They nodded to each other and with that, Maharet plunged a dagger into Makare. Acacia stared dumbfounded as Maharet carved out Makare's heart and cut her skull to take out the brain. 'Eat' she whispered hoarsely and shoved the still warm heart and brain toward Acacia. She tried to back away from Maharet but found that she couldn't. And to her surprise and horror, she felt her arms reach out and take the organs. She saw Maharet smile and grin. She cried as she ate the organs against her will. As soon as she did this, she felt a powerful force enter her, almost knocking her to the ground. She screamed as she regained her will and rushed towards Maharet. She grabbed the woman and without thinking about it she bit into the neck of Maharet and started to drink her blood. With her last dying gasp, Maharet exclaimed 'Hail, the new Queen of the Damned!</p>
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 The stories are grouped alphabetically:
-[[#A|A]] [[#B|B]] [[#C|C]][[#D|D]] [[#E|E]] [[#F|F]] [[#G|G]] [[#H|H]] [[#I|I]] [[#J|J]] [[#K|K]] [[#L|L]] [[#M|M]] [[#N|N]] [[#O|O]] [[#P|P]] [[#Q|Q]] [[#R|R]] [[#S|S]] [[#T|T]] [[#U|U]] [[#V|V]] [[#W|W]] [[#X|X]] [[#Y|Y]] [[#Z|Z]]
+[[#A|A]] [[#B|B]] [[#C|C]] [[#D|D]] [[#E|E]] [[#F|F]] [[#G|G]] [[#H|H]] [[#I|I]] [[#J|J]] [[#K|K]] [[#L|L]] [[#M|M]] [[#N|N]] [[#O|O]] [[#P|P]] [[#Q|Q]] [[#R|R]] [[#S|S]] [[#T|T]] [[#U|U]] [[#V|V]] [[#W|W]] [[#X|X]] [[#Y|Y]] [[#Z|Z]]
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 The villagers poured into the green, cheering. They hauled the monster off the gasping and bleeding Christof. They village elders held a week-long festival in Christof's honor and for those seven days he was great as King David. 'Christof, God hath given thee a great gift of courage,' the elders said. 'Thou art meant for greater glory than life as a freeman baker or cobbler! Perhaps thou shalt become the youngest village elder.' The vainglory felt sweet, but also embarrassed him. The lasses adored him, and lavished him with honeyed praise. 'Christof, thou art the bravest man in Christendom! Blessed is she thou takes to wife!' The lads also admired him. 'Christof, thou should'st fight for the glory of God! Go thou! Go far from St. Claire! Join the Crusade, and bring fame to our village!' But Christof barely heard any of them. All he could see was the massive, oppressive face of the beast inches from his face. Angry. Hateful. Fire in its dead eyes. <br />
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 Christof shook his head to dispel the memory, and focused again on his prayer. He was anxious to finish, and eager to sleep. He continued quietly, 'Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us&hellip;' <br />
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 In his seventeen years, Christof had never killed a man. The hot sun beat down on him and a roaring filled his ears, drowning out the angry clash of steel on flesh. Sparks flew before his eyes and his head spun around as the barbarian's axe struck his helmet from the right. <br />
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 Christof stared down into the dead man's hollow eyes. The piercing black pupils stared back with the same accusing, disbelieving look as the boar.Christof looked away, but knew the sight would never leave him all his days. <br />
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 Again Christof tried to shake off the memory, and focused on his prayer. But he felt ill at ease, and the prayer brought him no comfort. 'Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from-' <br />
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 After passing the rites of maturity at an extremely early age, Nicoli packed his few meager possessions and ventured out of the mountains to began his long, arduous journey of all the realms... <br />
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-*** At this point, the history of Nicoli is somewhat unclear and uncertain - only the gods know exactly the chronology of the events in the life of Nicoli. What IS certain is that somewhere along the way he befriended someone who kept a written history of Nicoli's exploits. Though the scribe is never named, every account of Nicoli's adventures that have been discovered is written in the same style, language, and detail. And, no, not even Nicoli would know everything he has explored or everyone he has defeated in combat. The reason for this, is because the scribe always makes it a point to include the fact that Nicoli is either: drinking mead, ale, or some local drink; in a drunken stupor; or quaffing flycap potions as if, '...his inner body survived on nothing else.' The following are just a few of the more important accounts of Nicoli's journeys. *** <br />
+At this point, the history of Nicoli is somewhat unclear and uncertain - only the gods know exactly the chronology of the events in the life of Nicoli. What IS certain is that somewhere along the way he befriended someone who kept a written history of Nicoli's exploits. Though the scribe is never named, every account of Nicoli's adventures that have been discovered is written in the same style, language, and detail. And, no, not even Nicoli would know everything he has explored or everyone he has defeated in combat. The reason for this, is because the scribe always makes it a point to include the fact that Nicoli is either: drinking mead, ale, or some local drink; in a drunken stupor; or quaffing flycap potions as if, '...his inner body survived on nothing else.' The following are just a few of the more important accounts of Nicoli's journeys. *** <br />
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 'I sat there, knee deep in the snow, hiding behind a tree, freezing my arse, whilst he stood there fighting a near-invisible beast. He had offered me ale, saying that it would warm the body, but as always I turned it down. Surely, he must have consumed several drinks whilst I was not looking, because he battled hand to hand with this beast wearing nothing but soft leather shoes and meager leather trousers. The beast was a strain to make out in the blizzard. Its dull-grey-white fur blended well in the heavy snow upon the peak of this giant of a mountain... The shriek from the beast pierced my soul, frightening me so that I became faint. Whence upon I came to, he stood above me cackling with glee. I saw a bloody corpse to his side and wondered which of the two had more blood upon them - man or beast.' <br />
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 It was early in Roslyn's child hood that the physician's knew about her condition. She was a frail child, and would never be really strong without the help of magic. She spent her time reading books, and just growing in knowledge. She read through about one third of the books contained in the library in her seventeen years. She also read through a book only kept in the Council Chamber, the book held the names of everyone that broke any crimes, the crime committed, their sentence, and photo. One of the listings in the book was the following. <br />
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 Contains Riley's photo when she was younger. <br />
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 Name: Riley Sengir Crime: Treason Sentence: Exiled, never to return, under penalty of death <br />
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 Roslyn enjoyed working for her father, and the rest of the council as a messenger. She got to meet a lot of new people, and got to see the world. However, things would never be the same again. This would be the last time she would see her father. She was sent out with a message to a Elven city nine days out. She rode out of the city on a prancing white stallion, waving to her father, and disappeared into the forest. <br />

Player Background Stories - Revision history

Loran: minor formatting corrections

Diandra at 08:29, 1 May 2018

Diandra at 08:22, 1 May 2018

Diandra: Created page with "__NOTOC__ This is a work in progress - Stories will be added one day. The stories are grouped alphabetically: A B C D E F G..."

Diandra: Created page with "NOTOC This is a work in progress - Stories will be added one day. The stories are grouped alphabetically: A B C D E F G..."