Tha history o' Ever.

[Ever 2648]

[This is a cross-post from the Roleplay forum. I'm going to be updating the one there, 'n keepin' this one how it is now.]

[My character has changed soooo much since I started. I wanted to detail the growth so that others could understand my simple character's past a bit better .]

CHAPTER 1: A HUMBLE BEGINNING

I didn't come from a prominent family. We were a middle class family o' craftsmen. My family wasn't known fer too much, although we were rather skilled 'n diamond shapin' (this explains the diamond I always wear in me belt). My father grew terribly ill soon after I wus born. I learned much of what I know about craftin' 'n minin' at his bedside. The last thing he said to me, I remember it clearly, was to go forth n' "make our family known among all the dwarves". I was 'n only child 'n me family so I headed out wif one goal 'n me my mind: Bring fame 'n honor to me family's name.

I worked fer many years as a craftsmen. Workin' the odd jobs, ya know? Workin' a bit 'ere 'n ther. I 'ad retained tha family skill o' diamond shapin' so I made that me main job. I knew I couldn't do this ferever, though, so I sold up me shop 'n set out. I spent a few months travelin'. I felt bad fer not accomplishin' a thing, so I returned 'ome to tha great city o' Kal'Urguan n' lived among the slums fer quite awhile. Around this time, King Simpa, rest 'is soul, was settin' up a Council o' five dwarves that would 'elp 'im govern o'er the city 'n lead.

I debated fer awhile, tryin' to figure what role I could actually apply fer. I would spend many hours, wanderin' the city, workin' odd jobs, tryin' ta make me name known. Afta one o' these days, I came 'ome to me room ta find a book lyin' on me bed. I wasn't mush o' a reader back then, I wasn't too shure 'ow it had gotten there. To this day I still believe The Wanderin' Wizard left it fer me, fer whatever reason. It was the History o' Aegis. I spent many o' days 'n me room, readin' from tha book from cover ta cover. I knew what I 'ad to do, now. I would apply ta be the Archbishop, 'n lead my brothers into an age o' spirtual enlightenment.

'n thats what I did. I applied fer Archbishop 'n made it to tha Council. I can't fully explain why I did what I did next; I packed up supplies 'n took a vacation out to tha wilds o' aegis. I felt a horrible feelin', as if ther was somethin' bad about ta happen. I spent many o' days prayin' to Tha Merciful Creator O' The Seven Skies (for that is what we called Ariel 'n King Simpa's time) fer a sign as to what I should be doin'. 'n one night, I didn't wake up.

I found meself in a nightmare world; one o' flowin' rivers o' lava 'n golden trees. It wus a livin' hell. I never tired. I never hungered. I simply walked on. It seemed the monsters o' the land couldn't see me, or sumpfin... After what felt like years, I begged fer death. But no such thing came. I knew not why I wus 'ere, or more importantly, 'ow to leave.

'n Because o' this, I cursed Tha Merciful Creator O' The Seven Skies. I woke up, after many o years. I 'ad slept through the line o' Charles 'n Belin completely. The world was foreign ta me. I made it (somehow) back to tha city o' Kal'Urguan. Although I had escaped that nightmare world, I couldn't escaped the terrors. I awoke, every night, screamin'. It happened day 'n n' day out. Till I found ale...

CHAPTER 2: A WANDERING DRUNK

Ale soothed me. No longer did I have tha terrors o' me dreams. I could rest easily, fer once. 'n so I drank. I drank so mush I was almost never sober. 'n when I wasn't, the terrors returned. Durin' this time, I built 'n inn, as being intoxicated kinda limits the line o' work ya can really do...

I tried ta please everybody I met durin' this time o' my life. If someone wus robbin' me, I took 'em back to me place, fed 'em, and send them off with double the minas they asked fer. I was finally happy, fer once. My family 'n my past was moshtly fergotten. I 'oused the needy, 'n fed the hungry. People took to callin' me the drunken dwarf. I liked the title.

Durin' this time I came ta personlly know one o' the Robeys, (or undead, as ya non-drunks like to call 'em). He seemed like a good mate, 'n 'e offered to buy me 'n ale! He didn't seem as bad as everyone had said the Robeys were. When he came to me inn, askin' to buy a plot o' land, I was happy to oblige. I sold 'em a large room 'n set out to Alkhazar to visit me favorite tavern...

(DON'T META ME ON THIS CHAPTER D:< You won't know this IC unless I reveal it to you. So please, don't meta me or I'll refuse RP or something >_<)

CHAPTER 3: AN INNOCENCE CORRUPTED

I returned home that night. Now that I recall, it was a bit darker than usual. I was makin' my daily run o' the grounds when me Robey mate approached me. We greeted eachother, 'n I went on my ways. The crushing blow to my head came faster than I could react. Next thing I knew, I was surrounded by these Robeys, 'n me mate had me 'n a headlock. I couldn't 'ave struggled if I wanted. They drug me to tha room I had sold to 'em. It was adorned 'n firestone 'n blackrock. I knew what was to come.

I was tied down to tha altar. I tried to fight, but the ropes were bound tight, 'n I was still feelin' dizzy from the knock on me 'ead earlier. 'e (me mate) started chantin' things I didn't unnerstand, things I didn't want ta unnerstand. I can't remember mush o' the ritual, or the words spoken...It seems so dark to me now...I was released after profession who me master was: Vulgrak, 'n the Dark One above 'im. I felt a lust, a hunger, deep down. It was like anythin' I 'ad ever felt 'afore...We left, me followin' close behind me master. We found 'n orc. I almost felt sorry for 'em. We dragged 'em back to the altar 'n killed him there. Cooked his body o'er the flamerock, that we did. His arm didn't taste too bad, fer what it was...

I'm tryin' to fight this darkness, but I know there's no hope. I have been abandoned by the Merciful Creator, 'n taken n' by the Dark One. I serve me master, unquestionably...but...I still feel there's hope...

Maybe, maybe if I run far enough away, I can break these bonds. Perhaps this new land, The Verge, can provide a sanctuary fer me? But...even here, I still feel the darkness, beatin' like a heartbeat, deep down' in me being...Maybe I can't escape, 'n it really is a hopeless endeavor...

[dograap19 15]

((Nicely Written. BTW....

EVER FOR KING!))

[Boomack21 124]

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