Halfblooded Prince

A raven with broken chains around his legs flies towards Dwalin Irongut, holding a gray dusty scroll. The raven stares into Dwalin's eyes as he takes the scroll I have been waiting and waiting to find the right team, and now I found you I won't be telling much about my past, but the most important thing is that it would be a pleasure to join you. Before you ask, no I won't use lightning to set the living room on fire or Necromancy to scare you 'til death! I come from Kher'Nor. That's where I was born, but the childhood I spent at the cloud temple, all thanks to a Orc Assassin that killed my father and brother. Son of a Military Veteran, I have a strange goal: to use Dark Magic for light purposes! Down here are the standards you asked for, signed in blood! GOTCHA! It's just red paint! Now back to business! Given Name: Kher'Athri True Name (MC Name): Francisco_Jr (Skype Name): Nope, you won't trick me on this, not telling you, shop closed! Race? Dark Elf (Not yet in the game) Doth ye aspire the path of The Knight, The Mechanist or The Magician? The Magician Doth ye solemnly swear to protect your Crimson Heart brethren? I swear sir, to protect the Crimson Heart. Whoever attacks us shall leave with a metal card presenting Ace of Spades stuck in his neck! If you consider this, inform me by throwing the green paper in the fire. If you deny me, throw the red paper in the river! I hope we meet soon! -Sincerely, Kher'Athri PS: Don't bother feeding the raven! Surprised, Dwalin looks at the raven and notices two pieces of paper under his right wing. As he takes them, the raven starts burning in green flame. Dwalin runs towards a glass of water, but there's not even ashes from the raven that remain, like he just dissapeared. Creeped out by this accident, Dwalin looks at the two pieces of paper, starts thinking and then faints, thinking all of that was just a bad dream...