Post by Dyne on Sept 12, 2005 14:56:25 GMT -5
People ask me why I am the way I am. How I've managed to live the life of 10 men, keep my youth, and fight the way I do. People say I'm blessed by the gods with my gift of immortality. I say I'm cursed. To tell you the real truth of my past we need to go back 700 years ago during the great battle that took place during the Cataclysm.
It was the largest army the lesser races have ever amassed. Every armed person who could fight from 13 separate countries were here. Most would die on that battle field defending the one thing that the dragons was trying to take from us. Our freedom. I was apart of the second wave. My squad and I were thrown into battle with hordes of Lizard Folk. We fought valiantly. Every man and woman on that battle field fought furiously but we were still losing. After what seemed to be days of battle with the eye of Tiamat staring down upon us on the battle field we started to lose moral. The fear of a dragon flying over us and finishing us off with a single breath weighed on our minds heavily. In the final lunge forward to take ground my squad was killed and I found myself alone on the battle field. the only thing protecting me was the sword my father made me, the shield my mother handed down to me from her father, and the armor my daughter made me from a dragon I had slain months before. I fought bravely never giving up hope. Even when I heard the sounds of retreat did I not run from battle. I can't remember how many a slew but I know I lost count after about 45 that day.
Most people at this time claimed to have heard celestial prayers filling the air, asking for mercy from the old gods that have protected us many times before. As I was in battle I cannot recall exactly what happened at the time but I do know that at this point the dragon armies issued a retreat of their own. I was alive and I had made it to live another day. I fell to my knees leaning on my sword exhausted from the battle. I looked up to the sky and gazed upon the eye of Tiamat and cursed her name. I looked around and saw my friends and allies dead on the ground anger filled me and I looked into the heavens and cursed the gods who were supposed to protect my friends. At that moment a pillar of light appeared through the center of the eye. The gods we answering our prayers. The light destroyed the eye and struck the ground. I blacked out.
When I awoke I was told that the world was splitting. That the old gods sacrificed themselves so that Tiamat would stop her rule on our world. It was successful but the dragons still lived here. The battle wasn't over yet but both sides were weakened. Over the next few days I had realized that someone changed within me. I was able to start fighting better by seeing my opponents next attack before it happens. The pillar did something to me. It had changed me. Am I now the instrument of the gods? I had thought that was the case however I soon learned that I was banned from magic, the life force of our world. Anything I touched become mundane. My equipment given to me by my family soon became useless and brittle as any other weapon of the world. Magic couldn't affect me and I couldn't use it. I had been cursed. The gods were punishing me for cursing them right before they saved us all. I watched as my wife died of old age and my children... I'm sorry its too touchy. How would you feel when you see your wife and kids die before you even get out of your youth. I even tried to resort to taking my own life. It seems the gods want to punish me longer because no matter though what means I cannot end my life. I wish to see my children and the soft face of my wife once again...
(he blanks out into a memory of his past. He doesn't speak any more but sheds a single tear.)
Dyne
It was the largest army the lesser races have ever amassed. Every armed person who could fight from 13 separate countries were here. Most would die on that battle field defending the one thing that the dragons was trying to take from us. Our freedom. I was apart of the second wave. My squad and I were thrown into battle with hordes of Lizard Folk. We fought valiantly. Every man and woman on that battle field fought furiously but we were still losing. After what seemed to be days of battle with the eye of Tiamat staring down upon us on the battle field we started to lose moral. The fear of a dragon flying over us and finishing us off with a single breath weighed on our minds heavily. In the final lunge forward to take ground my squad was killed and I found myself alone on the battle field. the only thing protecting me was the sword my father made me, the shield my mother handed down to me from her father, and the armor my daughter made me from a dragon I had slain months before. I fought bravely never giving up hope. Even when I heard the sounds of retreat did I not run from battle. I can't remember how many a slew but I know I lost count after about 45 that day.
Most people at this time claimed to have heard celestial prayers filling the air, asking for mercy from the old gods that have protected us many times before. As I was in battle I cannot recall exactly what happened at the time but I do know that at this point the dragon armies issued a retreat of their own. I was alive and I had made it to live another day. I fell to my knees leaning on my sword exhausted from the battle. I looked up to the sky and gazed upon the eye of Tiamat and cursed her name. I looked around and saw my friends and allies dead on the ground anger filled me and I looked into the heavens and cursed the gods who were supposed to protect my friends. At that moment a pillar of light appeared through the center of the eye. The gods we answering our prayers. The light destroyed the eye and struck the ground. I blacked out.
When I awoke I was told that the world was splitting. That the old gods sacrificed themselves so that Tiamat would stop her rule on our world. It was successful but the dragons still lived here. The battle wasn't over yet but both sides were weakened. Over the next few days I had realized that someone changed within me. I was able to start fighting better by seeing my opponents next attack before it happens. The pillar did something to me. It had changed me. Am I now the instrument of the gods? I had thought that was the case however I soon learned that I was banned from magic, the life force of our world. Anything I touched become mundane. My equipment given to me by my family soon became useless and brittle as any other weapon of the world. Magic couldn't affect me and I couldn't use it. I had been cursed. The gods were punishing me for cursing them right before they saved us all. I watched as my wife died of old age and my children... I'm sorry its too touchy. How would you feel when you see your wife and kids die before you even get out of your youth. I even tried to resort to taking my own life. It seems the gods want to punish me longer because no matter though what means I cannot end my life. I wish to see my children and the soft face of my wife once again...
(he blanks out into a memory of his past. He doesn't speak any more but sheds a single tear.)
Dyne