Discord Id - Rosario #5452
Previous Characters - Honey Goldenbell, Fafnir Gale, Hod'g Pod'g, SkekVaal
This character is going to replace Fafnir Gale.
Character Name - Athilda the Exarch of Mercy (Just Athilda in game)
Character Race & Sub-Race - Demi-Human
Alternate Graphic - None
Character Description - A dilapidated, yet young looking woman. With her pale skin, torn and singed clothes, dirty sand colored hair, and the state of tattered disrepair her armor is in, first impressions may give you the thought that she is undead. The weariness in her ashen eyes and the bruised bags beneath them, however, tell a different story. Despite almost always appearing dirty and caked in dry blood, she does not look, smell, or have the air of something so foul as undead. She is just severely unkept.
Shard Plot Line - Morality and loyalty drives Athilda. Brought here by her gods to reward her loyalty til the end, she will seek to join a house that holds these virtues and others above all else.
Special Role-play Ability - Fire gives her strength. This is not to say that fires do not burn. They very much do. But fire inspires, grants her physical strength as well as strength of mind and will to go beyond what she might normally be able to.
Previous World - Original
Backstory - The kingdom is in ruins, fallen to the decay of time. Vegetation had reclaimed the streets and has now died off, leaving only husks of dead weeds and bones of creatures long rotted away. The last city has fallen, the wood of the gates having crumbled to naught but dust. They are coming.
For now, it is still. The ashes feel like snow. I remember snow. Cold on my skin. A feeling I have not felt since the great rising of the second sun so very long ago. That was another age, and soon would be the start of the next age. The age of fire was over. We had only delayed the inevitable, but we did so for longer than any thought was possible. They are coming.
The great fires have all gone out, replaced by naught but embers. Now, there is only ash and the dwindling flame that we few remaining knights of fire keep in our hearts. Gifts, they were, from our great gods. Honor. Valor. Sacrifice. Compassion. I speak of these things to stoke the embers in my fellow knights' hearts, but they do not remember. To me, they feel so far away as well, but I still feel them. They are coming.
Loyalty. Loyalty to the gods that pulled me out of the mud and gave me the strength to fight for what I believe in. The power to protect others. And the knowledge to dispense mercy when force is not the answer. The others have forgotten. The fire in their hearts have gone out with the flame of the second sun in the sky. They are afraid and there are no embers to stoke to save them from their darkness. This is the end. They are coming.
I can hear them now. The stillness is broken, replaced with the rumbling. An earthquake caused by the feet of the Countless' approach. Most run, but there is no where to go. Some stay to fight. It is not out of honor or loyalty to their gods, but feral instinct. I have accepted my end, but I stand my ground. I will fight until the final spark in my heart has faded, just as my comrades have. I will fell as many of the Countless as I am able. I will fell my own comrades when the Countless' curse befalls them. I will do this out of mercy, as they once would have for me. I will extend the age of fire, even if only for another moment more for I still feel the strength of my gods behind me. They are here.
For the last time, I reach out to feel my lords and ladies. For the first time, I feel them reach out to me. I am here.
Previous Characters - Honey Goldenbell, Fafnir Gale, Hod'g Pod'g, SkekVaal
This character is going to replace Fafnir Gale.
Character Name - Athilda the Exarch of Mercy (Just Athilda in game)
Character Race & Sub-Race - Demi-Human
Alternate Graphic - None
Character Description - A dilapidated, yet young looking woman. With her pale skin, torn and singed clothes, dirty sand colored hair, and the state of tattered disrepair her armor is in, first impressions may give you the thought that she is undead. The weariness in her ashen eyes and the bruised bags beneath them, however, tell a different story. Despite almost always appearing dirty and caked in dry blood, she does not look, smell, or have the air of something so foul as undead. She is just severely unkept.
Shard Plot Line - Morality and loyalty drives Athilda. Brought here by her gods to reward her loyalty til the end, she will seek to join a house that holds these virtues and others above all else.
Special Role-play Ability - Fire gives her strength. This is not to say that fires do not burn. They very much do. But fire inspires, grants her physical strength as well as strength of mind and will to go beyond what she might normally be able to.
Previous World - Original
Backstory - The kingdom is in ruins, fallen to the decay of time. Vegetation had reclaimed the streets and has now died off, leaving only husks of dead weeds and bones of creatures long rotted away. The last city has fallen, the wood of the gates having crumbled to naught but dust. They are coming.
For now, it is still. The ashes feel like snow. I remember snow. Cold on my skin. A feeling I have not felt since the great rising of the second sun so very long ago. That was another age, and soon would be the start of the next age. The age of fire was over. We had only delayed the inevitable, but we did so for longer than any thought was possible. They are coming.
The great fires have all gone out, replaced by naught but embers. Now, there is only ash and the dwindling flame that we few remaining knights of fire keep in our hearts. Gifts, they were, from our great gods. Honor. Valor. Sacrifice. Compassion. I speak of these things to stoke the embers in my fellow knights' hearts, but they do not remember. To me, they feel so far away as well, but I still feel them. They are coming.
Loyalty. Loyalty to the gods that pulled me out of the mud and gave me the strength to fight for what I believe in. The power to protect others. And the knowledge to dispense mercy when force is not the answer. The others have forgotten. The fire in their hearts have gone out with the flame of the second sun in the sky. They are afraid and there are no embers to stoke to save them from their darkness. This is the end. They are coming.
I can hear them now. The stillness is broken, replaced with the rumbling. An earthquake caused by the feet of the Countless' approach. Most run, but there is no where to go. Some stay to fight. It is not out of honor or loyalty to their gods, but feral instinct. I have accepted my end, but I stand my ground. I will fight until the final spark in my heart has faded, just as my comrades have. I will fell as many of the Countless as I am able. I will fell my own comrades when the Countless' curse befalls them. I will do this out of mercy, as they once would have for me. I will extend the age of fire, even if only for another moment more for I still feel the strength of my gods behind me. They are here.
For the last time, I reach out to feel my lords and ladies. For the first time, I feel them reach out to me. I am here.
