The first descendants...

[Daverdare 0]

Hello folks,

My name is Devor Darevascus,or as my friends would call me Dave(well,it is really rare that I actually have friends).The name Daverdare just popped up because people in my little hometown in the south started mixing those names up.I prefer Devor or Dave.

As my parents died because of a strange incident in our town-mine I had to leave my hometown to find a place where I can earn something to eat and start building up a new live.I wasn't really succesfull with that concept.

So I had to choose a live as a mercenary,doing the dirty work for other people just for some food or something as simple as a bed.However,I learned something about life.You can't trust people.If you do that kind of job you will see how much evil hides behind the mask of kindness of most humans.I had much trouble finding my way in this human society.I was great in measuring up persons because otherwise I would have died at work.But I was not very skilled in having conversations.I just was the kind of man who would sit silently in the corner of a pub,pretending to drink a beer and listening to the people.This way I always had information about where I can earn my next meal,or which person could ruin my mission.My destiny was never really obvious for other people.In most cases I lied to them if they ask me any questions about my goals in life.

Since my last client is angry at me because I messed up the job he is now trying to hunt me.I had to move on.Well,long story short: I am on my way to The Great Kingdom of Oren.And I hope finally things will change for me.Maybe for the better.But who knows.

[Zalladi 1]

Hello folks,

My name is Devor Darescus,or as my friends would call me Dave(well,it is really rare that I actually have friends).The name Daverdare just popped up because people in my little hometown in the south started mixing those names up.I prefer Devor or Dave.

As my parents died because of a strange incident in our town-mine I had to leave my hometown to find a place where I can earn something to eat and start building up a new live.I wasn't really succesfull with that concept.

So I had to choose a live as a mercenary,doing the dirty work for other people just for some food or something as simple as a bed.However,I learned something about life.You can't trust people.If you do that kind of job you will see how much evil hides behind the mask of kindness of most humans.I had much trouble finding my way in this human society.I was great in measuring up persons because otherwise I would have died at work.But I was not very skilled in having conversations.I just was the kind of man who would sit silently in the corner of a pub,pretending to drink a beer and listening to the people.This way I always had information about where I can earn my next meal,or which person could ruin my mission.My destiny was never really obvious for other people.In most cases I lied to them if they ask me any questions about my goals in life.

Since my last client is angry at me because I messed up the job he is now trying to hunt me.I had to move on.Well,long story short: I am on my way to The Great Kingdom of Oren.And I hope finally things will change for me.Maybe for the better.But who knows.

Pleasure to meet you Devor, or Dave. It is sad to see the loss of your parents, and I am sure you will claim a success soon.

[nooblord5000 0]

Har my maties, i be Blackoth,Borloth Blackoth and i come from ye sea.My moter was a librarian ya see, but ye orcs burned the library and she died in the flames of evil.Now i come from islands far far away.My father was a sea trader but our scary ship sank ye.Now i owe a pirate ship and am raiding elves and orcs, but not ye dwarfs they be good trusthworthy fellas.i come back to land in hope of sarting a revolution and avenging my mother by puting ye orcs to moles land.i hope i will get some help from yedrunk fellas, in killig those scarvy sinking dogs.

A me almost forgot i brought some finnest rum from land far away, and dont let you my speak confuse you, i was a trainee in the royal libray with my mother till my 10th year, but the language of the sea fittes me more so i use it rather.

And ofcourse RUM FOR EVERYONE!!!

[Quinn2 0]

Hello, my name is Quinn. Unfortunately I have no knowledge of my lineage other than the fact that I am apparently orphaned. I was raised in the city of Al'Khazar by scholars of science and magic. My ambition in life is to learn magic and eventually to combine that knowledge with the sciences I have picked up.

I have already begun experimenting with small magic such as disappearing, and have written a comprehensive book on the subject. To those wishing to find me, I live in the town of Alstion currently and often travel to Al'Khazar.

[Archmage_Cataris 622]

Hello all! The names Cataris! I say my story is not all that interesting of a tale but some would oppose that idea but what can i say? Its not the most exciting tale but ill share it anyway!

My mother was a ***** and never knew who my father was. I grew up on the streets in a far away place of which the likes would scare any veteran guard. Whoring, Bah! It killed me ma you know, one night a customer came in, he took what he wanted and took his money back with a knife through her throat. So there i was at the age of 10 on the streets with no place to curl up at night and no one to sing me to sleep. Only a couple days after me ma had died, a strange old man came into town making a ruckus of things and he wanted a steward to care for him and he inspected the much more than suitable people but he didn't want none of them, he wanted me as his steward. So he took me along in his wagon to a tower that perched dauntingly over a cliff. All i can say about that man is he was a good, kind man and died too young for such a noble heart. He taught me well and there i was at 22 once again losing someone i loved, But now i have moved to Oren to seek fortune and fame. Now that's my tale! Oh and the scar ill share that tale for another time *wink*

[Doomguardian 0]

Hello friends! Might I tell you my tale?

I Azgoth Xavier born in Al'Khazar left alone to die as a child, for my parents didnt want the burden of a child. So they left me in the slums. But as a child of 6 i wandered off the docks it was swim or die, so i started kicking anf flailing and started to swim to shore. This is where i started my exploration i found a cave to live in where i live for another 10 years, forgetting all my past memories. I hunted the monsters getting stronger and stronger, where i then returned to Al'Khazar at the age of 24, where i joined the guard. Not exciting enough i said my good byes and took my leave, where i met a man of the name Guraim. I tooked towards the evil side and searched to become an undead.

Then one day i was sitting by the a fire for rest on my way when two whitely shady figures showed up i grabbed my sword ready for a fight. They sat down and said they were sorry for what happened to me and my life, they said "We wished we couldve seen you grow up but we didnt have enoguh minas to raise a child we were travelers" then i told them all about my life my accomplishments then told them i became evil, they told me what happened to them. When traveling they were ambushed by bandits where they had stabbed my father in the chest and slit my mothers neck... then they said "We know its your choice to do what you want, but always remember we are here to help you to your goals and we are here to give you power" Where they then vanished in a smokey fog.

Thats where i decided to choose the path of light. Now i am a shop owner, part of the Trisians and hope to rise in their ranks to help the innocents.

[Rasta 2]

Hail my fellow Humans!

I have took to listening upon the conversations of others and have found myself among you..

I am Rasta, born architect! I have many a skill, but when it comes down to constructing a new base of operations or just that of a humble abode, I am no less than a professional. :o

I let myself be know among the rest of my fellow brethren in hopes of seeing you in my travels one day! For I am that of a wonder'er and therefore do not enter cities, unless I am at a must.

Those who wish to seek out my wisdom or help, may feel free to search for me.. I am not so easy to find however...

I can give you the general direction at which I have made my stronghold in hopes that my fellow man, comes to the safety of its confines.... So they may know for future wars, were a safe haven may lye for them.

The sole reason for my relectency is that of keeping other races at a confused state.. I dont need enemies knocking on my front door..

My clues for all of you are as follow...

"I have built a castle in the sky... High atop a mountain... You can reach this mountain, which is hidden deep in a forest, by heading out from Oren upon the water..... You will pass a well built castle to the right. Keep going.. Once a House upon a shore is in view. One that is untouchable may I add.. Then and only then, when you find this house upon a shore, do you look to the Island off to the left, while facing the house. This is were your search may start"....

To all who find me. Congrats, I hope you stay in my stronghold as long as you like! To all who find me and find it funny to GRIEF my, slaved over abode... then please realize. I will NOT be anywhere near FRIENDLY.

[Danny 2232]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.