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Post by minotaurs88 on Apr 5, 2009 3:30:30 GMT -5
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Post by minotaurs88 on Apr 8, 2009 1:40:52 GMT -5
Generally Growing "Books, contain the knowledge one would ever want." This is what my father wanted me to understand. Needless to say, as a child I had no need or right to object. It wasn't until nearing adulthood where I found that knowledge though valuable wasn't for everyone. My strength far surpassed any in my village, it was with this I knew I was destined not to rule by mind, but by sword. I allowed my father and mother to live due to my care, that they raised me, and taught me everything I knew. My brother on the other hand, with his extreme knowledge of magic and lust for adventure, was a nuisance. Quickly I placed my brother in chains and under magical restrictions. As for his jester like hat, which had a quick tongue, was burned yet I fear I'll never get rid of its mocking. My parents couldn't stand the fact that I would ever do such a thing to my own brother, so due to their discontent I gave them peace, the only way I knew how. For awhile the village listened to my words and heeded my advice, it was until my damned brother escaped his chains, with the help of his freinds no doubt, that I had to set forth to get him back. Yet. .I moved on, I no longer seek my brother or intend to return to my village, this new found area is much more prosperous. |
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Post by minotaurs88 on Apr 8, 2009 2:08:28 GMT -5
The story of the name Makro "Animals, if you have one it makes you more memorable." A druid once told me this. Growing up, with the name of my father was a pain. Though my animal companion that I had from birth was a crow, unusual for a gnome's companion to be a crow, but my parents thought it fit me. I liked the animal, we talked many times a day and he told me about the wonders of the world that he had seen. This crow lived longer than it should, so long in fact that I began to suspect it as being a druid or a shapshifter, though I never acted on it or told anyone my suspicions. I loved this crow more than I loved my own family, which isn't saying much honestly, I treated it with the up most respect and care. In my early years, the crow told me stories of men with incredible strength, men that faught with sword and axe, instead of magic and divinity. This apealed to me at the time, as I was making my transition from using my strength over my teachings. It wasn't until my aging, to manhood when, I went public with my suspicions upon the crow, due to it living thirty years. Many believed me to be mad, so right there in front of the whole village, I cut my crow's head off and upon its death I saw the crow turn into an elf, though no one else said they saw the elf. They called me Mad, for killing a innocent crow, then the name Makro arose. So it stuck, though out the course of my life, I went by Makro, I like the name it reminds me that just because others think your crazy or mad, doesn't mean you really are. |
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Post by minotaurs88 on Apr 12, 2009 4:31:54 GMT -5
The hats "Certain hats make one look distinguished." said a now dead man. Hats, weren't always a problem for me it wasn't until my brother made a magical talking one, that drove me to my hate. Let me give you a bit more information upon, this hat. It was long red, cloth like hat. The tip was pointy, much like a regular wizards hat, the thing looked ridiculous. Now, I had much patience with my brother, even though he was a coward and used illusions, but when he made his hat talk, I couldn't put up with him any longer. Now, almost uncontrollably I must have people remove their silly hats, or remove certain things off their hat to make it. . .less silly. The reason behind this, is much deeper than that, while I was going to imprison my brother he casted a spell on the hat. . which it would then directly speak to me. .where no one else could hear it. .so people just though I was more insane. I live in the constant fear, that any hat that looked like my brothers. .will begin to speak and mock me. People call me crazy, people call me mad, but if they only knew the truth behind the magical talking red hats, they would understand. I can't help but to, think what I would to do someone. .who didn't want to remove their hat. . . still one can only dream. |
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Post by minotaurs88 on Apr 17, 2009 11:25:42 GMT -5
The Bleakers "Dead men tell no tales." - Pirate One-eye. Unfortantly for me, such quote isn't true, cause dead men around here apparently do tell tales. Since my arrival to this part of the swords coast I've met many people, some of which I've grown friends with, like Deevie, Quinn, Mr. Q, and I'm not to sure about Kemi. .but I think she will someday be a good friend. Though, I've met my share of enemies aswell, Berel Greenwillow, Kalavir some crazy elf, A woman named Nadia, which I found her name out with the help of a elven wizard who just blurted her name out, a few other aswell, yet I don't have names for them yet. .but a gnome never forgets a face. Then, there are others. .whom I'm not to sure about, Walker. .who I've heard isn't around anymore. .which is ashame. Anyway, you get to learn people's true character when, they are faced with death. I try not to make enemies if I can help it, but some people just deserve to die. It all started, some what around the fourth candle of the night. . .or at least i think it was, I'm not to sure due to it was a bunch of darkness for a long time. Me and Q, were traveling to Beregost when we spoted a group of adventurers, they were complaining and what not about some sort of unnatural darkness, just when we thought we could slip by them. .it happened, undead spawned all over the place. . .the deaders seemed to crawl out the ground like a bunch of ants, when you attack their bed. It was horrible, yet, we persevered and drove them back to Beregost, thankfully most of the citizens got away, though I really didn't care, I just wanted some ale. Though as soon as we hit the city gates, a Bleaker showed up with the most silliest looking hat you ever did see. While these fools were trying to understand why it was there. .I wanted him to take his hat off. .before it started talking to me. Well. .he eventually left. .and said something about don't ruin the ritual. but meh, whatever right? We barreled into Beregost taking a few casualties, luckily we had a few clerics and a paladin. Once we reached the south gate, the Bleaker apreared again. .this is where we separate the honorless cowards from the respectful people. The Bleaker cut deals with many of the people, giving them gold for their loyalty to leave and let the ritual continue. This is where my hit list. .started, I made note of every who took the money and bargined with the Bleaker, I asked the bleaker to remove his hat. .he did so. . .but luckily I didn't make any deal with him. It is because of these people, I blame what has happend to me and Q, I will see to it that, these people pay for what they have done. .or my name isn't Kristian Fiddlehands "Makro". Once the group was split, the few that was left went on to find a very dangerous wall. . .a barrier no doubt, we some how dispersed the walls power, and made it through a tiny hole in the barrier. As we made it to the other side there were more deaders to deal with, it seemed like this army just went on and on as we fought our way to what looked like a bunch of green lights. .we saw that there were all the bleakers and a deader in some fancy black armor, along with a huge book. They began reading from it as if, the ritual was commencing. .and then I dont' know what happend. .but I think someone attacked all the bleakers. .and made hell come to earth. .as fire rained from the sky and a few of us couldn't get to safety fast enough. If my memory serves me right, and I'm sure it does it was Q, Kalavir, Marcus, A dwarf, and I, who were so unfortunate as to escape the fire. It was then when, we were ported to some weird throne room. . .where the bleakers explained that we now work for them, when the time comes. A tragedy no doubt, but soon enough this time will be over and we can move on. .I just hope these bleakers hurry up, I got more important things to do than to sit around and wait to be controlled. |
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Post by minotaurs88 on Apr 21, 2009 15:36:49 GMT -5
The Green Blobs and The Illusionist "Illusions, are best for using to entertain." said my father. The other day, me and Q met this elf, his name was Geronomo. .something. Anyway, he was an Illusionist for the up coming circus, it had been some time since I've been to one of those. My father, Brother and I, use to go see the shows all the time, to see what type of new Illusions we might be able to learn uh. Geronomo. .or whatever, was quite skilled in the are of Illusions, so skilled in fact that some how these gnomes would be attracted to him, like flies on dung.  Anyway, Q asked a few questions about the Liches to perhaps gain more knowledge on our situation regarding our, "Slavery" to them. We got some information out of him, about contracts and unwillingly wanting to be apart of them and what one could might do if they didn't want to be forced into slavery. So it was quite a, good relief. Shortly after the Illusionist left, the river raged and these green blobs arose from the river bank. Fighting of many of them, we eventually got covered in the stuff, thats when this hag like looking woman appeared. She spoke of a slimy doom, brought on by the Lord of the Slime, or something like that. She asked for two of us to be given to her, to spare us all, I thought Berel would give us up, but this time he fought and stuck by us, it was. .rather strange and unexpected, though still doesn't change his actions from the previous dates. She then cast a cloud upon us and we fought many other little ooze like creatures then. .it all just stopped. .and went away. . |
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Post by minotaurs88 on Apr 21, 2009 15:53:47 GMT -5
The Reckoning "Women are the most complicated creatures of all." I say. I was making my trip back to Baldur's Gate when, I met a woman, who seemingly waited for me. When meeting me she put a feather in her hood, making it look silly, I asked for her to remove it, but she told me to come get it. In my attempt to remove the feather she hit me with the hilt of her large blade, it was at this point I knew she wanted a fight, after about a half of a hour glass everything went black. . from what I could tell, she proceeded to tie me up, and I guess blindfold me. I'm not sure what went on or how long I was knocked out, but what I do know is. . when I awoke my tounge was sliced, I was spitting up blood, and in a bloody chest! She placed me in a chest and cut out a peice of my tounge! Who knows what else she would have done if I didn't awake, I thrashed as hard as I could, then I felt something reach into my pocket, then pat me on the head. At that moment I thrashed even harder, I don't know how long I thrashed but eventually the chest tipped over and I rolled out. Then I heard footsteps, seems someone may have come back to finish the job, I shouted at this person and to my suprise the lifted my blindfold, and it was that Storm guy. He claimed he had nothing to do with what happend to me, but I didn't care I just wanted out and to find the woman who did this. Then he offered to let me go, if I'd be his slave! What a airhead, literily, who in their right mind would be a slave to something like that? He shrugd then left, I eventually made my way over to the altar in the Temple of Bhaal, which is where she took me, and I cut my bindings and found a letter in my pocket. So it seems there are, some Ladies I have to look out for, and maybe find out who they are and pay them a visit of my own. |
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Post by minotaurs88 on May 10, 2009 18:27:40 GMT -5
The First Encounter With The Orc Patrol
"Orcs, make great meat shields"- Dwarf Mcgee. So, after getting my tongue, cut out I had alot of time to think about why someone would cut it out, and what can I do to get my revenge. I was making my way to the place I was left, hoping to find a couple of gnolls that might know what happened. Granted someone may have killed any gnolls that could have possibally seen such actions, due to the what seemed like months of time that passed since then, I though heck what would a little fun hurt? After a few candles of time searching, I found no clues and no answers. So, I figured it was time to give up on finding out who did it, and just figure out why. So, I made my way to beregost, when I came across four, very large and very mean looking half-orcs. As I walked the road, they seem to take notice of me and quickly stoped me. They started calling me weak, telling me to get off the road and leave the road for the strong. Now, I hate orcs and half-orcs alike, but when its four on one, odds weren't in my favor. I could move though, I wanted to get off the road so I could go on about my travel, but I just couldn't. . .for some reason I was struck with this FEAR. As, I wouldn't move they started getting more hostile and more aggressive. Till, one picked me up and tossed me out of the road, and it snaped me out of my fear, if there is anything I hate worse in this realm its being treated like a small little weakling. I went into a fit of rage, my fear subsided as my anger became more and more present. These orcs were pushing my patience, and there was no way in hell I was going to be tossed around like some sort of play thing. I made, a comment about the heritage, I started insulting them more and more, of course this is all after they called me weak. They, moved in for there attack, I was flanked on all sides, no escape but to mow down the orcs. I hid behind my large round shield thankfully blocking most of the blows, I would kneel down, with my shield above my head and I would cut at their knees and ankles. After taking quite a beating on my arms and shoulders, I let my sheild fall. .only to see. .that all the orcs lay on the ground. . .bleeding out their life. I was. . amazed that I could do such a thing, but my arms were weakend. .and I saw a couple of them starting to get back up. .and there was no way I could stand another fight so. .I ran. I don't like getting into fights with a much bigger opponents, but maybe I've got more potential than I think.
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Post by minotaurs88 on May 10, 2009 18:49:22 GMT -5
The Orc Patrol Round Two
"Broken bones, gives you a page." - Some stupid book I read. So, I was walking to Beregost, and I met up with Quinn, Kemi and some how met a new hin named, Sun. We talked, a long while as Kemi loves to do, she is the "Boss" after all. We, seemed to hit a very sensitive topic, me and Quinn did, as her demeanor twords us changed a bit, who thought some people were so touchy about loved ones. Anyway, we were heading back to Baldurs Gate, because we figured we'd catch some rest and it was closer at the time. We then, came across a invisible woman, who stopped in the road to talk to Kemi, man that hin is too friendly, and I swear she makes too many friends. ANYWAY, as their conversation was coming to a close, a patrolling Fist officer walked on by but stopped because some massive thing was roaring at us, and what do you know, it was a bloody orc. I bet you can guess what he said next, yep, Get Off Da ROAD! I've encountered this orc, before I think, but for the life of me I didn't want to get into a fight. Though, he then threw a wolf on the ground, that he'd been carrying on his back, and started to stomp on it and began pulling its skin off and what not, horrible mess. We were just about to leave, when he called us all. . .weaklings, again I don't tollerate being called weak, I don't care how strong you are, how big you are, how smart you are, or how "divine" you are, you call me weak and treat me weak long enough get ready to defend yourself. No, blades this time just words, I began stomping in the road and saying, "Look at me, I'm on the road." Thats when he yelled to the top of his lungs get off, I covered my ears, fell to a knee, and shut my eyes. When, I thought he was done I looked up, and he was charging me. I mean, I could have easily got out of the way. .but I didn't. .I just. . .stood there. .because of that fear. This fear of really large creatures, is beginning to annoy the piss out of me. He charged and grabed me, and I snaped, I kicked with all my might and began thrashing emensly. Others tried to help, but they were doing futal attmpts at best, untill he picked me up and started swinging me around, thats when Kemi staped his leg and he let go of one arm, but not the other that arm then twisted in a manner and I fell to the ground. No doubt something was broke, and at the time I didn't notice but I was bleeding. . .after Kemi kicked the Orc in the groin a few times. . .I then decided to smash his face. .and . .they chained him. .and we got to the bridge. .and things .just went. .black. I passed out. .and woke up to my arm being healed, and a great deal of dizzyness due to all the blood I had lost. I just. .lost interest in doing anything at that point. . and needless to say. .my pride was and at this time is severely hurt, My mouth just keep getting me into all kinds of trouble. .maybe thats what got my tounge cut out.
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