Your Story.

[Elindor 666]

 

Shadows threaten all I hold dear. My home, my friends, my love… all tangled in sinister threads spun by Descendant hearts. I have watched those I love pay for the sins of others, in blood and broken spirit. Looming above all, the greatest evil, rising from his prison to cast darkness upon the world.

 

Could you expand a bit on some details of this paragraph? The last one is also reflective, so would be good to have a bit more story at this point.

[ozeveo 87]

Harold. 

 

wheres the part about cyprus

[TrevenT 27]

I am a professional meme generator. I work in a meme factory where I make memes and distribute them for profit. I also have an interest in memes.

[Farryn 860]

Life never was too cruel or too kind to one, a perfect balance like a weighing scale. Although my life was not the most perfect and lovely of lives out there. My life was at least somewhat balanced. There was times my life as good and great and I felt like I was soaring through the air like a bird. At times, the balance was lost and I fell into despair. Yet, those I care for most helped me through my darkest days.

After all, Nothing cannot achieve complete perfection. There is always the good sides and the bad sides in something or someone.

Throughout my time, roughly twenty-four years since my birth, I witnessed many things that the world could offer. The good and the bad. Life and death. The light and the dark. My past left me with abused scars, mental and physical , the fear of lightning and forever infertility. However, along the way, my friends and allies helped me. I saw the right in wrong, the good in evil. If it was not for them, I do not know what would have became of me.

My name is Elvira Terryal, Elvi for short, and this is my LOTC.

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Whew. Elvi's story was a pain to condense down into 200 or less words. Managed to get there in the end. xD

[Merkaken 516]

I am Popo Sandybanks, Druid of the Ox, timid defender of the Grove, and Halfling of the Dale. My story is in no way exciting. It does not hold up to the Ascended of old, or the Knights of Oren, or the mining expertise of the Dwarves. No, my life is a relatively simple one, with few exceptions. I was born in Anthos as a regular old Hobbit, nothing exciting. My father taught me how to harvest crops properly (Which took quite a while) and raise the livestock. We were shepards and farmers, leading a quiet, peaceful life. I grew up along with the livestock, playing with the pigs, talking nonesense with the cows. However, there was one animal that horrified me. Rats. The nasty little things always bitting at your toes and your crops. I'd always run in fear of them

 

I had always respected the Druids greatly. Their way with nature, their care of the plants and animals. I always wanted to run away and join them, but... I was too afraid. It's not like they would take such a boring, simple Halfling. Petyr, and Milo, certainly. They were extraordinary Halflings, but me? There wasn't much special about me. Not to mention I needed to help my parents, considering how sick my father was getting. It was a simple life, that got concerning. But it was my life.

 

But that changed fast... Setherian and his Scourge descended upon our village. My wife, the livestock, the crops... Dead, corrupted, destroyed. We fled, my family and I. It was heartwrenching to see all that be destroyed in the blink of an eye. It was then I noticed how bad my father was getting. After the exodus from Anthos to the Fringe, my father grabbed my shoulder and said "Son... We have nothing left. Nothing. Don't let that be reason for you to remain stagnant. I know you want to be a Druid... Be happy. Don't let what happened to our home dictate who you are". So, I left my parents, and became a dedicant in the Druidic order. However, I had to leave suddenly. My father had passed, an emotional turmoil that sent me into a deep depression. It was my life. It was getting noisy.

Finally, after a long time in Thales, I was attuned. It was in that dream, I saw my inspiration: the Ox. He was stalwart, brave. Everything I wasn't. That is why I chose to be the Ox Druid. Not because /I/ was brave. It was because I was weak. Oxen don't start strong, they become stronger and stronger. And it took the death of my friend Stephano the Ox, who died protecting the Grove, for me to realize this. It was no longer a simple life. But it was my life.

 

I am Popo Sandybanks, and this is my Lord of the Craft.

[lawnmowerman 3040]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfIOBLr1NDU

 

my family was killed by uruks when i was five so i had to survive an i learned to shoot a bow and use throwing knives and a lord named baden taught me a lot of magic

 

 

this is my lord of the craft

 

EDIT: i killed all the uruks