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((This was clipped outta my help request- I thought it was a neat ramble from the perspective of Baculus- so I pasted it here.))
Well, before I begin my name is; Baculus- the tainted intellect. Now course you don't know me yet, wouldn't expect you to. Though, hopefully you will in time. Though again, that's for later- let's focus on Alexander; my brother.
Name: Alexander Tita
Race: Aasimir
Deity: Ilmater- The martyr
Simple right? Well; not quite- he's no paliden.
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Class: Fighter
Quite the opposite actually; he's plotting, cunning, and all around not nice person. Now between the two of us- I am the voice of reason; it's always simple a "Stow his body under a bridge; they won't find it." is the way to get it done for me.
But, eh; he's the sort of infidel that'll go through the lengths attacking where he won't be seen, dragging the body off to a shed- then mash the remains into a bloody pulp and let a group of local dogs on it. Though, if he did it; he had an oddly good reason for doing it.
Now me, personally- I don't need no reason; some people just look kinda funny and you wanna fix that. But, me'h that ain't him. The only exception is gnomes- he slaughters them on sight if given the chance. Though I suppose that comes back to where me an' him came from.
It was about fifteen years ago I suppose; me an' him had an apprenticeship lined up under the knight captain in our town. Not many kids had parents that could afford the twisted fool's training- but we where special. I suppose that's where the problem began.
It was a normal day like any other. Me and Alexander were sent to get water from the well. Now oddly enough this well- the one and only well in our town; was in a basement under a crypt full of nasty little annoyances. Our daily training was going- battling our way through the crypt- past the skeleton mice and a few partial zombies. It was a short trip through a room filled of animated mice, snakes, and skeletons.
Funnier still the guy who animated all these little beasties was a pretty decent guy- and was looking for someone to teach. I personally thought it was a pretty cool idea myself. (Making skeleton mice dance was always high up on my things to do list) But Alexander never seemed to keen on the idea- he always tried to walk the straight and narrow ya'know?
Palidens where trained that way I guess; so it wouldn't die hard. He revolted the undead- and returned to our Master with water. I myself, stayed behind and began studying a rather neat looking purple tome my new master gave me.
A few hours had passed I'd reckon; and Alexander came back to the cave- drenched in blood. I wondered why he'd choose red blood with a white shirt; and I mused that a red shirt would hide the stain better- but he was emphatic and begged my master for some sort of help.
From his desperate cries I'd figured out pretty fast that a raid of gnome bandits had fallen apon the villiage- looking for our families wealth... and finding a few pretty rocks had decided to lay waste to the villigers. That baffoon- the Knight Captain had turned tail and ran off leaving Alexander to defend agaist a seige of twenty something little blighters. Course this didn't work to well- and after killing one of the little hobbets my brother ran as well, looking for help.
The necromancer sighed, and I laughed. He grabbed his staff- a few corpse parts and walked off to watch the bloodshed. Alexander had thought he had gone to help- surely my Master would save the villiage...
But you know Necromancers don't save villages- nor do they stop bandits or wars- they just sorta like to come, watch, camp out and harvest the corpses left over. Me and my master sat there, quite content on the hill- watching the small village burn. Once or twice a villager came up screaming and crying to us- but at that point they found they're skull on fire- and later woke up a mindless servant of my master.
You know, I had like, the best time ever- but I don't think Alexander enjoyed it as much as I did. He cried allot- screamed as he watched mother get raped and murder- begged Master as he watched father's tounge get dices out by one of the shorties.
And you know, afterward my Master did help- he raised our family from the dead, and we had a great night of partying... well I did. (Alexander was cowering in fear during all of this mind you) And through working on mom and dad's body I learned how to control my first undead.
Days past- and I grew more and more in my knowledge of Necromancy- I made my master proud. But, for weeks my brother Alexander sat in the corner of the crypt- starving slowly, and sobbing himself to sleep. It was sad really; his body would go to mush before I could play with it, I figured.
But, one day- he stood up; glared at the necromancer and made a pact with him. As long as the beast could give him the knowledge to destroy the ones who did this- he would revoke his shield and pick up the sword of the Black Guard.
And so he did- and he slaughtered the band of gnomes(with my help of course) and me an' him had a blast fiddling with their little bodies afterwords.
I suppose after all said and he should have committed to the great Velsharoon, but he still worshiped Ilmater- even after the beast he had become
Eventually my master had run out of things to teach me, and him- so... we did eventually end my Master- and played with his body as he had played with our parents body years earlier.
So, me an' Alexander set out- determined to do as we please and grow stronger because of it. And now we'er in a strange land which we know little about....
And there is this portal that stands in front of us- daunting us with it's presence and we where hoping- whoever out there who is willing to listen- hear us and let us come through.
We'er awfully bored... and grow impatient.
Oh, and I almost forgot about me...
Name: Baculus Danurv
Race: Tiefling
Deity: The great Velsharoon
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Class: Wizard- though I guarantee I will be a Pale Master soon enough.
Well, before I begin my name is; Baculus- the tainted intellect. Now course you don't know me yet, wouldn't expect you to. Though, hopefully you will in time. Though again, that's for later- let's focus on Alexander; my brother.
Name: Alexander Tita
Race: Aasimir
Deity: Ilmater- The martyr
Simple right? Well; not quite- he's no paliden.
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Class: Fighter
Quite the opposite actually; he's plotting, cunning, and all around not nice person. Now between the two of us- I am the voice of reason; it's always simple a "Stow his body under a bridge; they won't find it." is the way to get it done for me.
But, eh; he's the sort of infidel that'll go through the lengths attacking where he won't be seen, dragging the body off to a shed- then mash the remains into a bloody pulp and let a group of local dogs on it. Though, if he did it; he had an oddly good reason for doing it.
Now me, personally- I don't need no reason; some people just look kinda funny and you wanna fix that. But, me'h that ain't him. The only exception is gnomes- he slaughters them on sight if given the chance. Though I suppose that comes back to where me an' him came from.
It was about fifteen years ago I suppose; me an' him had an apprenticeship lined up under the knight captain in our town. Not many kids had parents that could afford the twisted fool's training- but we where special. I suppose that's where the problem began.
It was a normal day like any other. Me and Alexander were sent to get water from the well. Now oddly enough this well- the one and only well in our town; was in a basement under a crypt full of nasty little annoyances. Our daily training was going- battling our way through the crypt- past the skeleton mice and a few partial zombies. It was a short trip through a room filled of animated mice, snakes, and skeletons.
Funnier still the guy who animated all these little beasties was a pretty decent guy- and was looking for someone to teach. I personally thought it was a pretty cool idea myself. (Making skeleton mice dance was always high up on my things to do list) But Alexander never seemed to keen on the idea- he always tried to walk the straight and narrow ya'know?
Palidens where trained that way I guess; so it wouldn't die hard. He revolted the undead- and returned to our Master with water. I myself, stayed behind and began studying a rather neat looking purple tome my new master gave me.
A few hours had passed I'd reckon; and Alexander came back to the cave- drenched in blood. I wondered why he'd choose red blood with a white shirt; and I mused that a red shirt would hide the stain better- but he was emphatic and begged my master for some sort of help.
From his desperate cries I'd figured out pretty fast that a raid of gnome bandits had fallen apon the villiage- looking for our families wealth... and finding a few pretty rocks had decided to lay waste to the villigers. That baffoon- the Knight Captain had turned tail and ran off leaving Alexander to defend agaist a seige of twenty something little blighters. Course this didn't work to well- and after killing one of the little hobbets my brother ran as well, looking for help.
The necromancer sighed, and I laughed. He grabbed his staff- a few corpse parts and walked off to watch the bloodshed. Alexander had thought he had gone to help- surely my Master would save the villiage...
But you know Necromancers don't save villages- nor do they stop bandits or wars- they just sorta like to come, watch, camp out and harvest the corpses left over. Me and my master sat there, quite content on the hill- watching the small village burn. Once or twice a villager came up screaming and crying to us- but at that point they found they're skull on fire- and later woke up a mindless servant of my master.
You know, I had like, the best time ever- but I don't think Alexander enjoyed it as much as I did. He cried allot- screamed as he watched mother get raped and murder- begged Master as he watched father's tounge get dices out by one of the shorties.
And you know, afterward my Master did help- he raised our family from the dead, and we had a great night of partying... well I did. (Alexander was cowering in fear during all of this mind you) And through working on mom and dad's body I learned how to control my first undead.
Days past- and I grew more and more in my knowledge of Necromancy- I made my master proud. But, for weeks my brother Alexander sat in the corner of the crypt- starving slowly, and sobbing himself to sleep. It was sad really; his body would go to mush before I could play with it, I figured.
But, one day- he stood up; glared at the necromancer and made a pact with him. As long as the beast could give him the knowledge to destroy the ones who did this- he would revoke his shield and pick up the sword of the Black Guard.
And so he did- and he slaughtered the band of gnomes(with my help of course) and me an' him had a blast fiddling with their little bodies afterwords.
I suppose after all said and he should have committed to the great Velsharoon, but he still worshiped Ilmater- even after the beast he had become
Eventually my master had run out of things to teach me, and him- so... we did eventually end my Master- and played with his body as he had played with our parents body years earlier.
So, me an' Alexander set out- determined to do as we please and grow stronger because of it. And now we'er in a strange land which we know little about....
And there is this portal that stands in front of us- daunting us with it's presence and we where hoping- whoever out there who is willing to listen- hear us and let us come through.
We'er awfully bored... and grow impatient.
Oh, and I almost forgot about me...
Name: Baculus Danurv
Race: Tiefling
Deity: The great Velsharoon
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Class: Wizard- though I guarantee I will be a Pale Master soon enough.
