Skyhmane/TLuke222

That spoiler works for me; however the Post-Bio doesn't. I'm not sure what the problem is, and I'll keep working on it. For now, try to refresh. Sorry, I accidentally pressed the wrong button when trying to preview it. I finished writing the Post-Bio story. The journal was in the perspective of Skyhmane's father. Its chronological because that's (usually) how journals are written, however it could be changed. You have a point, but it will take some time and thought to reorganize and rewrite. I've just re-read Shoi's rules for the Character profiles section. He says "please do not post on other's profiles". I'm looking for feed back, and Elven RP seemed most relevant. Thanks for the feedback!

((I'm working on the story for my wood elf character, Skyhmane Moonspear. After you finish reading, if you finish reading, I would really like it if you could give some input. Just post below. This is what I have so far, in chronological order:)) ((Pre-Bio.:Original topic Link)) 26 Something Missing 101 Too good to be True 182 Darkness At the End ((Character App. Bio.:)) ((Post-Bio.:)) ((Sorry, the spoiler for this one isn't working so I removed it)) After this Skyhmane arrives in Normandor and joins the Sentinels. He spends several months in the sentinels. now written in first person from Skyhmane After spending several months in the Sentinels, I became restless. I felt a strong longing for home like a heavy wind blowing against my heart. Two days later I left Malinor in search of my old home in the Wilds. It was a long journey to the Wilds and when I finally arrived at the edge of civilization, I had only a vauge memory of where my home had once been. The forest I once knew so well had changed, growing darker and thicker. I've spent several days in seach with no indicator of progress, but I feel I must be getting close to something. It has been many days since I arrived in the wilds, but today I finally made progress. I found a small cottage abandoned in a small clearing. Approaching it, I could see that it was several years old. The roof had caved in places, and the wood was bleached a pale gray by the sun. I pushed the door open, cautiously stepping inside. Against one wall, an old bed frame was propped up. The only other furnishing was a small desk. Beneath the desk was a trapdoor. I after some struggle, I managed to pry the door open. A ladder led down into a well lit basement. The walls glowed, lit by a strange yellow stone set at regular intervals along the walls. Against the wall furthest from the ladder sat a long stone bench, with all sorts of glass bottles, beakers, and alchemy equipment. There was also a book ((Alexandar's journal, see above)). After reading, I was furious. I was obviously the child mentioned in the book, and my father had killed my mother with his recklessness. I determined that he would pay, with his life. I searched the surrounding woods for a day straight, fueled by hatred. I finally came upon his tree house. No smoke came from the chimney, so I took rest and waited for him to arrive. He came at dusk two days later. I waited in the shadows of a nearby tree. He carried his pack with a lithe ease, obviously still hunting for a living. I stepped out the shadows and it took several moments for the surprise to register on his face. Before He could say anything, I spoke. "I found your journal. I read it. I've had time to think. You abandoned me, that made me hate you. This," I said holding up the book,"This made me loathe you with every fibre in my being." "Kill him", a voice whispered in my head. I drew my dagger, and he stepped back appalled. I quickly swung at his throat. He stepped back barely dodging my blade. While he was off balance, I leaped forward pushing him over. He fell hard on the ground, scrambling to get back up. His feet kicked out trying to push me away. I now fell, swinging downwards with my blade, attempting to stab him in the gut. His feet caused me to miss, embedding my dagger in the soil. My hands stretched out, grabbing his neck. I knew he was still stronger than me, so I would have to be quick. While he reached out attempting to grab my hands, his back arched trying to throw me off. I banged his head against the ground to daze him, and his struggles grew weaker as he ran out of air. Finally he grew still. I felt a sense of triumph. I dragged his body to the base of his tree house, and then I burned it to the ground. I watched the blaze from a far. Even if the fire spread, I knew it would not reach me on the rock mountian, and I settled to sleep. I drempt in startling clarity. I was suspended in a dark abyss, floating in front of a vast, unblinking eye. It stared at me with a frightening intensity, and I knew this must be Iblees. The voice that spoke was neither male nor female, or was it a combination of both? "You've pleased me elf. You took it upon your self to kill your meddling father. I know what you want, you enjoy the thrill of the hunt. I will grant you power, for a price." The voice paused, and I replied. "Name you price, god. I may meet it, if I choose." The words sounded more arrogant than I felt. I heard a deep laugh, like the end of thunder. "You amuse me, what makes you think this is a deal?" My words became cold and brittle, "What is the price you speak of?". The eye answered, "To be clensed and repay the debt, you must injest the flesh of the pure, pray to me, and make sacrifice." I considered this for a moment. As I thought, my mind lost emotion. Disgust and revulsion fled, replaced by greed. Iblees spoke again, "I can see you've made up your mind." The eye widened and I felt myself pulled towards it. Frightened, I looked behind me, I saw a pinpoint of light in the dim of the abyss. I reached for it, but the light was far, far away. I looked back to the eye and was startled by it's size and proximity. It towered, far larger than even the grand tree of Normandoor. I fell towards the iris, the wind rushed past me. Finally, I hit with a splash, engulfed by darkness as I awoke. I had some how fallen into a small pond, I sputtered, reaching the surface. I look up, the cliff I had been sleeping on was above me. I swam to shore wondering what had transpired.

+1 great idea, can't wait to see it!

*After reporting the evil flying stones to his commander, Skyhmane leaves the great tree and walks back towards the gate; glancing around, wary of curious projectiles.*

*Thankful for his near miss, Skyhmane makes it to the great tree, and descends to the barracks.*

((Still looking for a blacksmith, or any one with a hammer or nails really.))

*After quickly opening the gate, Skyhmane rushes to the great tree in search of some nails and a hammer.*

*Disturbed by the slightly maniacal laughter emanating from the trees, Skyhmane leaves his post to go to the barracks.*

*One such pebble falls upon the leather helmet of Skyhmane as he guards the gate. He looks up to find the source of the disturbance, unable to distinguish any perpetrator his gaze returns downward.*

((Dunno who you sent that bird to but I'm gonna reply since I'm bored)) *Roused from his slumber by a tapping on his door, trainee Skyhmane tosses off his covers getting out of bed* "The commander needs someone to open the gate, here are the keys", said Skyhmane's waywatcher, handing him the keys. *Quickly dressing for guard duty, Skyhmane hurries to the gate* "Ayla, travelers, let me open this gate for you."

((You are correct in saying that the exact creation of Homunculi was not detailed by Ithric, but he did mention them. Unless someone besides my character wants to RP finding the journal, I don't plan to submit this as server lore. I think that that quote pretty well justifies Iblees putting an abrupt end to Nef's experiments. As far as non-LoTC alchemy lore goes, this isn't really that far out. I've done my own research.))