The legacy of Taylor

[Scattered Ashes]

Tina is a 4th generation character with a family tree that looks like this ((edit: it really didnt turn out how i wanted, i hope you can make sence of it))

(Tuldor Taylor - Anne Marie)
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(Celdor Taylor - Teena) (Peroibo Taylor) (Ariner Taylor - Morro)
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(Shelea Taylor - Merin)
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(Tina Taylor) (Milo Taylor)

I have 20 pages of text on the Taylor family and I thought I might start posting, I was much much younger and my spelling and grammer was terrible even more so than now.

if you dont understand some of the names its ok, each of these stories was written for servers i played on so they will include Locations and characters who will be unknown.

feel free to leave comments.

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The father of Peroibo Taylor stood tall fairly strong and incredibly fast. His adventuring days began on a night in the tavern, the halfling village he was in was throwing the annual festival that they always had, the Taylor sat at the table grinning and laughing with his friends over mead and ale when a large pilgrimage stumbled through the village injured "ambush! Ambush!" screamed the distraught pilgrims escorted by injured adventurers a number of drow pursued the halfling ran out of the inn his friends remained inside to drunk to stand.

"Charge!" a number of drow continued the slaughter, a half orc bard wielding a double axe swinged his blade around singing a battle tune while a dwarven barbarian charged in to the battle followed by a human wizard and an elven cleric, the halfling watched as the drow was being slaughtered while inflicting damage soon only a handful of drow left the dwarf was the only one who hadn't fallen struggling to get to his feet the dwarf refused to let the drow get any closer to the villagers and his friends, but even the dwarf could no longer lift his weapon, the halfling charged in sliding across the floor picking up 2 swords he charged in barging a drow that was ready to execute the dwarf to the floor in his left hand he held a dagger which he thrust into one drow's throat before retracting the dagger, another drow enraged at the comrades death thrust his sword at the halfling only for it to be dodged hit to the floor leaving the drow wide open for the halflings short sword to skewer the drow made a hasty retreat as the halfling stood tall, the dwarf weakly said " whats ya name lad" the halfling replied firmly "I am Tuldor Taylor" the dwarf grinned as he fell to the floor "aye, a good fighter you are also..."

the halfling joined the adventurers as they continued protecting the pilgrims to a great tree where the elves lived where an elven ranger joined them, the adventures was many and every year they all returned to their homes to their family, this went on for many a year until one year when Tuldor met a beautiful halfling, deciding that he could no longer leave the village for the thrill of adventure that kept him going he settled down in a large house and began to take up farming, soon after he had a son the mother smiled at Tuldor " he has you looks" Tuldor grinned "he might look like me but there is no one better looking than you, other than me"
it didn?t take long until Tuldor decided for the name "Celdor" he prized his son being as the child was his first and his legacy, he told his son of the great adventures he once had, a few years later Tuldor had another son "Peroibo" the mother called him once again they was both at the pinnacle of happiness blessed with two sons the father raised them as farmers continuing his tales of adventure over the years the children began to disbelieve him as he settled down in the farm life, a third child "two be blessed with a daughter for her two brothers to cherish is naught but greatness" smiled Tuldor they both decided that her name would be "Ariner" he continued raising her each child was unique and special to Tuldor. Celdor the first-born was the strongest and felt the most responsible he inherited most of his personality and physical attributes from his father. Peroibo carefree full of happiness resembled a lot of his father. Ariner the youngest and more carefree and purer of heart than Peroibo she had a beautiful voice for singing which mesmerized Tuldor every time he heard it.

The families days passed each day the same when Peroibo was whisked away from his homelands to a strange place called west styne upon his arrival he met two people whom he has always called friends "Xandar" and "Corbin" many things happened while pero was at styne, but at home even more had happened.

With pero gone Tuldor was a desperate man he searched miles of grounds, soon returning with a feeling that peroibo was no longer in the lands, with his son gone Tuldor lost part of himself, he had lost his energy and kindness the type pero once was, regardless the months passed Tuldors condition worsened and the family struggled, meanwhile in the underground of the land the dark force of the drow united and evil beyond comprehension had became a reality the drow charged onto the mainland?s destroying villages and towns leaving no survivors no warnings...

the drow army marched in the day time, a black line covered the horizon as the charged at the halfling village, almost all the villagers fled, knowing that there was no chance for them to escape Tuldor stood at the gates of the village with a pitch fork beside him stood his son Celdor with a hand axe and a few villagers behind them was Ariner Tuldor watched the drow charge towards the village a feeling that he hadn?t felt in years flowed through his veins " Ariner bless me with your voice, sing let us all hear your beauty" scared and upset a wavery voice sang as a tear rolled down her cheek the drow now visible individually tens of thousands charged, none of the halflings fled at the gates but Tuldor, Tuldor charged in with a grin on his face "father!!!" yelled Celdor and Ariner" with unmatchable skill Tuldor parried all the drows attacks as he ran through hundreds of them all, he came to a siege weapon a catapult of some kind, capable of a huge amount of destruction he cut it to pieces with his pitch fork when a sword slashed down his back he fell to the floor dead about five swords stabbed him while he was down to make sure. With his fathers death and his sister mortified at her loss Celdor grabbed ariner and ran into his house fighting off the drow at the doorway while ariner remained hidden behind the couch watching her brother get butchered but continue fighting, out of the window she was a huge ball of fire fly towards the house "Celdor" she screamed...

Celdor awoke under debris he looked around for all the villagers only finding dead including his father many of the women young ones mainly had been taken including Ariner upon this celdor flew into a rage determined to spread word to the elven militia.

In west styne however fate took an unexpected turn " your time of a usefulness is at an end" Pero turned to Keira and charged her, his blood spilt over the floor a magical force to the next in line Celdor soon arrived in west styne...

[Scattered Ashes]

i look at this and i think my god what i wrote when i was young was REALLY dark, thankfully i dont have to put a warning on this one, there is one however i will edit.

so far i recieved no comment, thats prolly because i havent got to Tina yet.
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After Peroibos "resurrection" 4 Taylor?s Existed Pero, Celdor, Ariner and their mother her fate was sealed though.

Ariner, her mother and a handful of other villagers were taken back to the underdark for reasons unknown to them. On their way to the underdark they struggled to walk chained and beaten by the row with the frequent punches to keep them going it got to the point where one of the villagers collapsed and was trampled to death, Ariner was crying at her losses when a drow noticed her tears he grinned and nudged the drow next to him whispering with a grin on his face. Unexpectedly the drow sent his fist soaring into Ariners face sending her staggering towards another and in a matter of seconds she became a punching bag for the drow laughter and cheers followed her beating, as she fell to the floor unable to get back up by her self she felt someone pull her up and push her in front "get going Ariner, be strong" her mothers voice whispered to her.

Many nights past as they continued walking eventually they came to a huge cave mouth leading downwards into the dark, fear filled all of the halflings faces as they was pushed down all they could hear was the drow making many different noises taunts, laughs and many more which added to the fear, Ariner was scared witless and wanted to run but her mother quickly embraced her. They continued walking they walked down into a lit chamber made in the cave then in a foreign tongue a drow yelled something their was silence then all the drow looked to the halflings and readied their fists a gasp of fear escaped the halflings as the drow charged into the halflings viciously hitting them.

"Mum, mum, mum!" Ariner sobbed she was in a chamber along with what seems like hundreds of prisoners the drow had taken, all female and all chained to a wall, next to Ariner was her very beaten mother the door began to unlock, a loud clicking noise was made from the chains holding all the prisoners as they automatically released them, a handful of drow marched in and began pushing all the prisoners out and pushed them down a corridor some barely even conscious seemed to walk.

They was lead to some kind of coliseum they was herded into the centre of the area as the drow marched out a gate closed leaving them sealed in. around them a roar of the drow's cheers as their entertainment arrived one of the prisoners said "gather together back to back side to side we shall die fighting if we have to" almost instinctively all the young an those unable to fight gathered in the centre around them was those that could fight including Ariners mother. There was a silence for a few moments which seemed like an eternity the silence was broken by the sounds of gates rising and roars from lions. Lions was unleashed on them screams of fear came from most of the prisoners including Ariner there was to many lions to count as they attacked. Ariners mother thought ferociously like any mother protecting their child would, clearly taken major wounds in the process the many of the prisoners that could fight survived killing the lions and helping those that couldn?t fight them a number of prisoners died and another number badly wounded.

The drow cheered then silenced and began chanting something. One of the prisoners yelled "Dragon!" a shadow dragon marched into the coliseum from what seemed like a wall a large number of screams came and the group scattered like sand in water the dragon swung its huge arms hitting a large number of prisoners leaving them dead Ariner saw her mother and ran towards her but the other arm hit another number of prisoners including the mother "mum!" Ariner cried, she ran towards her mother?s body crying cradling it. The prisoners in their few numbers were scattered as the dragon marched towards Ariner it looked down at her the took a deep breath. For this moment there was a silence all but the furious sound of one person?s footsteps, the dragon launched a huge breath attack Ariner screamed in fear. An elven Female stood front turned to Ariner as the breath attack hit her instead of Ariner. The elf fell dead as Ariner remained alive another prisoner ran grabbing Ariner and ran back. Ariner felt a strange feeling through her body but didn't notice to distracted by her mothers death. The dragon marched towards the last of the prisoners when ariner Marched towards it possessed almost her head down and her fists clenched " you will pay for this" she muttered she waved her arms about unknown to herself what she was doing, it was instinctive. A huge beam of light left Ariners hands decapitating the dragon. A gasp of shock came from the drow that was previously laughing and enjoying the suffering, Ariner fell to the floor unconscious.

Ariner woke up unable to move to see a drow sorcerer she was trapped in something that she could barely see on a table laid different sets of potions and scrolls. The drow muttered some words and ariner felt her self-moving, she was floating as though in the belly of something the drow reached into the gelatinous cube holding Ariner and pulled her out putting her on a steel cold table, Ariner had no energy left in her. The drow grinned and spoke in comment "now my dear were going to create a perfect warrior out of you, or you will end up like the rest. Consider yourself lucky those that have failed suffered much more than what you will" the drow smirked. The drow put his hand over ariner and chanted different incantations each one inflicted great pain on Ariner she screamed and begged " no more, please no more!" the drow grinned and continued chanting some kind of energy appeared in an aura form around the drows hand forming an energy beam that covered ariner, she continued screaming in pain before passing out.

When she woke up she had been stripped of all her possessions and clothes she was unable to move her arms she looked at her body in the candle lit room around her body was a metal cage like a restraint jacket. A drow spoke in common "ah good you awake, we can begin" chant sounded from the drow and the cage began to glow a bright red as it began to heat up, Ariner began to scream as a loud hissing came from her skin as it began to get branded by the drow.

Many different and strange tortures followed until one day when Ariner was forced to a river to gather water for the drow she felt all weak with all her strength gone she could barely stand when she was gathering water her legs collapsed and she fell into the river...

Mean while Peroibo remain in his house secluded from the world surrounded by books and different pentagrams. Celdor watches over Pero with concern knowing that Pero hasn't eaten in days or drunk constantly trying to help pero and refusing to go get anyone from the outside Celdor is determined to help Pero. From the outside of their house a strong smell of blood can be smelt the door remained locked the sound of talking can be heard...