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"Revenge... A dish best enjoyed when someone has tried, but failed to kill you."
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Long ago, a corrupt evil arose with the sole objective of realizing their idealized world, as many do. And as many more do, a group of heroes arose to stop them. Heroes across the land acted as a deterrent to stop the flood of evil coming from this unknown villain. What none expected was the spells that the evil seemed to control, turning monsters and criminals alike into deviant fiends that all had one interest, of increasing their numbers by victimizing the local population and breeding with them. The strange phenomenon shocked all, and at first women were thought to be ill advised to face this menace, until the likeness of harpies and she-devils rose their heads in response to populating the resistance with males. It seemed like no matter who they took, the enemy won.
The greatest of the land were gathered together by the decree of kingdoms wide. The wisest wizard, the quickest rogue, the champion fighter, the most powerful barbarian, and countless others of great feats and reknown, all summoned to the tune of the most reknowned bard, whose music was imbued with such magic that all those of greatness heard it, and gathered to it's call. Together, they lead the charge against evil... And when the land began to settle, the evil that suffocated the entire country retracting itself, it was thought that the heroes won, but...
The most the heroes could do was seal the evil that lurked in it's lair. No amount of might, magic, or cunning could destroy it. And so, an unlikely companionship was found when the sorcerers, warlocks, and wizards worked together to seal the monster away, while their companions fought desperately to hold it back. It took an army of the most renowned heroes to merely stop it...
And they warned the people, that alas... The solution was only temporary. Some unknown time later, the evil would free itself and need be fought again. They swore that by then, they'd know how to stop it...
The heroes, with their task complete, all were charged next with the task of living their lives and raising the next descendants of heroes of their like that would take up the task of fighting the evil should it reawaken, using their knowledge for the better...
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30 years later, these descendants, each for their own reason, either because of travel or being born in the area, were in the town of Waymeet, the village where heroes mostly gathered after the invasion was cast back. There, they made children, and began to live their lives as unsuspectingly capable defenders of the village when danger oft reared it's ugly head. To celebrate their youth, whether they lived there or not, the heroes that returned all branded a unique tattoo on their young, all of the same likeness. Twas a design on the top of their left palm, of a chain bound to itself in the symbol of infinity. They boasted that it was a sign that they will ensure the evil that was sealed would remain that way.
To Talia Belderiver, this simply meant that upon seeing her symbol, outsiders would recognize that her likeness was to be appreciated, not scorned. Though some still scorned her despite it all, just because of her nature. Her upbringing in the town was better than most would have of her race, the Tieflings. This was thanks to other heroes acting as proxies, to allow her to fit into a group. She wasn't regarded as a Tiefling, rather, as a hero's child.
For Kat Nettara this meant much the same. The children of the town, populated with these different races, helped make such a diverse community that those who looked different weren't ostracized, since everyone looked different. Groups of social commune could only be made with those of other races, so for them, living with someone of another race and speaking to them was simply natural. She was allowed to exercise her blood's desire for battle to the fullest, without prejudice, and hone her skills as a warrior.
... And for those times Kat was foolishly injured, Weiss Lanza the Cleric was versed well enough to tend to foolishly gotten wounds. She needed little from her heroic parentage, the orc's injuries helped her train on their own.
Then, at the end of the day, Laya Vox gathered to play music for everyone. During such a time, the usual loner, Kiera, the half-elf Rogue, would appear. Just to listen though. Kiera was someone who needed a lot of time to really show up. Most thought she was reclusive when she never came to anyone's parties. Such wasn't true, she was just too busy getting ready that by the time she was ready, the party was over and she missed it. Laya Vox's song was good enough to dispel the usual culprit of indecision from deterring her though, as luck would have it.
(Note: If you want to know what toxic's character is all about, feel free to look at his character sheet. In the event you look for and cannot find it, beat him savagely with a rubber chicken.)
The children of greatness grew up together, including those unmentioned (because it's an open RP and stuff, so even YOU, reader, can join!), and eventually, the thought of the evil that was drifted into the backs of everyone's mind. What a blessing it was, to forget...
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The peace, such as it was, was upset by a seemingly minor occurrence. The humble but vigilant town was beset by a sudden raid on the outskirts by local evildoers. The boring peace, which no doubt upset Kat in particular, was upset by a small human child with brown hair done into a detestable bowl cut running into town with distress on his face. "H-help! Someone help, please! M-mom, pop, my family!" he cried. When the villagers came, he continued as they tried to comfort him. "Goblins! Kobolds! They kidnapped them! Please, someone get them back!"
Another disturbance. It wasn't too unusual, actually. But, this time, no one expected that this little uprising was the beginning of something terrible...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Long ago, a corrupt evil arose with the sole objective of realizing their idealized world, as many do. And as many more do, a group of heroes arose to stop them. Heroes across the land acted as a deterrent to stop the flood of evil coming from this unknown villain. What none expected was the spells that the evil seemed to control, turning monsters and criminals alike into deviant fiends that all had one interest, of increasing their numbers by victimizing the local population and breeding with them. The strange phenomenon shocked all, and at first women were thought to be ill advised to face this menace, until the likeness of harpies and she-devils rose their heads in response to populating the resistance with males. It seemed like no matter who they took, the enemy won.
The greatest of the land were gathered together by the decree of kingdoms wide. The wisest wizard, the quickest rogue, the champion fighter, the most powerful barbarian, and countless others of great feats and reknown, all summoned to the tune of the most reknowned bard, whose music was imbued with such magic that all those of greatness heard it, and gathered to it's call. Together, they lead the charge against evil... And when the land began to settle, the evil that suffocated the entire country retracting itself, it was thought that the heroes won, but...
The most the heroes could do was seal the evil that lurked in it's lair. No amount of might, magic, or cunning could destroy it. And so, an unlikely companionship was found when the sorcerers, warlocks, and wizards worked together to seal the monster away, while their companions fought desperately to hold it back. It took an army of the most renowned heroes to merely stop it...
And they warned the people, that alas... The solution was only temporary. Some unknown time later, the evil would free itself and need be fought again. They swore that by then, they'd know how to stop it...
The heroes, with their task complete, all were charged next with the task of living their lives and raising the next descendants of heroes of their like that would take up the task of fighting the evil should it reawaken, using their knowledge for the better...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
30 years later, these descendants, each for their own reason, either because of travel or being born in the area, were in the town of Waymeet, the village where heroes mostly gathered after the invasion was cast back. There, they made children, and began to live their lives as unsuspectingly capable defenders of the village when danger oft reared it's ugly head. To celebrate their youth, whether they lived there or not, the heroes that returned all branded a unique tattoo on their young, all of the same likeness. Twas a design on the top of their left palm, of a chain bound to itself in the symbol of infinity. They boasted that it was a sign that they will ensure the evil that was sealed would remain that way.
To Talia Belderiver, this simply meant that upon seeing her symbol, outsiders would recognize that her likeness was to be appreciated, not scorned. Though some still scorned her despite it all, just because of her nature. Her upbringing in the town was better than most would have of her race, the Tieflings. This was thanks to other heroes acting as proxies, to allow her to fit into a group. She wasn't regarded as a Tiefling, rather, as a hero's child.
For Kat Nettara this meant much the same. The children of the town, populated with these different races, helped make such a diverse community that those who looked different weren't ostracized, since everyone looked different. Groups of social commune could only be made with those of other races, so for them, living with someone of another race and speaking to them was simply natural. She was allowed to exercise her blood's desire for battle to the fullest, without prejudice, and hone her skills as a warrior.
... And for those times Kat was foolishly injured, Weiss Lanza the Cleric was versed well enough to tend to foolishly gotten wounds. She needed little from her heroic parentage, the orc's injuries helped her train on their own.
Then, at the end of the day, Laya Vox gathered to play music for everyone. During such a time, the usual loner, Kiera, the half-elf Rogue, would appear. Just to listen though. Kiera was someone who needed a lot of time to really show up. Most thought she was reclusive when she never came to anyone's parties. Such wasn't true, she was just too busy getting ready that by the time she was ready, the party was over and she missed it. Laya Vox's song was good enough to dispel the usual culprit of indecision from deterring her though, as luck would have it.
(Note: If you want to know what toxic's character is all about, feel free to look at his character sheet. In the event you look for and cannot find it, beat him savagely with a rubber chicken.)
The children of greatness grew up together, including those unmentioned (because it's an open RP and stuff, so even YOU, reader, can join!), and eventually, the thought of the evil that was drifted into the backs of everyone's mind. What a blessing it was, to forget...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The peace, such as it was, was upset by a seemingly minor occurrence. The humble but vigilant town was beset by a sudden raid on the outskirts by local evildoers. The boring peace, which no doubt upset Kat in particular, was upset by a small human child with brown hair done into a detestable bowl cut running into town with distress on his face. "H-help! Someone help, please! M-mom, pop, my family!" he cried. When the villagers came, he continued as they tried to comfort him. "Goblins! Kobolds! They kidnapped them! Please, someone get them back!"
Another disturbance. It wasn't too unusual, actually. But, this time, no one expected that this little uprising was the beginning of something terrible...