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Post by kei on Jun 11, 2013 11:54:39 GMT
Really to decide this we need to know what kind of story it is. You're not going to be a drawf in a real life story (well you might be..)
But, when it comes to it the idea is to be who you really want to be. Who you would be if only you could. The deepest person inside of you - the perfect hero (or villan if you are more inclined that way) You can wear what you want to wear, have the skills you always wish you had, etc.
Of course the person would be tailored in small ways to suit the story line. Gun-slinger in modern age and amazing archer in old age kind a thing.
I do hope all this makes sense. I have skills in waffling on.
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Post by james on Jun 16, 2013 17:49:43 GMT
Right I think I might write a character who I've left abandoned in a story I started to write a while ago. The book he's going to come from is called 'The Hungering Shale'. He's a dwarf mid journey through the technologically advanced but besieged dwarf realm. He's taking part of a dwarf device to the central dwarf city to be joined with other parts of the device to form some kind of weapon or shield. The shield is needed as their underground world is being attacked by invaders who have enslaved the human population and have released some kind of predatory species into their tunnels with the intent of wiping out the dwarfs.
Due to some twisted writer his journey so far has been quite unpleasant, so he is not the most cheery chap, at least initially. He does not really like humans. He blames them for the invasion. I'm planning on coming up with some other cultural clashes which we might need to work through before he becomes a proper team player. Don't know what he thinks to trolls. Probably doesn't like them either miserable sod although if they have been unfairly picked on as a result of human actions he might have some sympathy for them. Clothing wise I will have to have him loose some of his gear but it's closer to deep space gear than lord of the rings leather. He does have a beard though.
If I think of something more fun I might change my mind especially if the story looks like having a more light hearted feel. I would love to see a character from 'Buffo the clowns intermediate guide to magic' taking on a seriously nasty crew.
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Post by kei on Jun 17, 2013 9:03:29 GMT
I like it James. It could be that we have to help this poor drawf finish his story and save his people at some point by then maybe a firm friendship has been made in our team.
My character is going to be an elf. One who reflects the doodled character that is found on random pages of the book 'Elves: The Language, The Lore, The Lands' In the Lore section of the book she has her own history told. An Elvish Archer, the story of a simple archer who crept into the country of the enemy and took down the main generals in one night throwing the armies into chaos so the war went ill for them. A kind of Assassin. Other stories are also in the Lore section but none pertaining to my gal. In the lore she is full of attitude, not trusting of anyone else. Someone who prefers her own company and is mistrusting of everyone. In the other sections of the book however she is the drawn in character who makes useless and at times funny comments about the boring details of languages and lands. This portrayal of her has rubbed off a little bit allowing for moments of light hearted fun. As for my outfit - No green like most elves. Dressed in black like a night assassin. Black hooded cloak, black armour that is thin like a second skin and whilst hard enough to prevent most arrows getting through it is not the heavy duty stuff that will stop spears and things of a more warring nature.
In agreement with James, while this is the initial elf, things might change in small details to bring the story together.
As for Buffo the clown - there's nothing to stop us bringing in a few wacky characters that we can all control in the writing of the story. He could tag along with us or simply appear for a few chapters here and there as he travels the story causing his own mischief. Being both a help and a hindrance he could gear us up for a few laughs and help us take on some real nasty folk who have also been pulled out of books the likes of 'Dark Magic and all things Evil'
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Post by kei on Jun 18, 2013 9:53:21 GMT
I've altered the general board a bit and added some pictures that me and my artistic sister put together last night. This is by no means meant to influence the way your characters look it is simply a random bit of fun- if I have done it right you two should also be able to load up any random doodles you may do.
Unfortunately it seems to have stopped comments in the general board working - i'll fix it later.
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Post by james on Jun 18, 2013 10:11:03 GMT
Love the pictures they are ace!
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Post by fruitbat on Jun 19, 2013 20:59:56 GMT
I am still working on who I might be in the story, but I feel a Pixie type creature might be closest. She can change form but only when extreme circumstances prevail as it is a very exhausting and life-threatening experience. It also makes her very emotional which might be a source of tension with the other characters. She gains strength when she befriends a native animal of the land where she has been sent to find the books as she has a natural affinity with creatures. The animal will be jaguar-like and quite terrifying at first, but becomes a real ally on the journey.
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Post by fruitbat on Jun 19, 2013 21:02:21 GMT
I really like the pictures too - very inspiring!
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Post by kei on Jun 20, 2013 8:32:40 GMT
Another great one - thanks - and i love the idea of you having a friendly jaguar-like creature. You still gonna be out of that gothic book?
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Post by kei on Aug 6, 2013 10:03:14 GMT
Dulin has a history
She is not a true elf. She is the spawn of evil. Taken away from her family as a child she was'altered' by an evil power, I don't know much about him yet, but she was brought up to serve as his assassin (which is why she is such a good assassin.)
She never gave a thought to why she did what she did, she only lived to serve.
Until one day, a child died. It died to save Dulins target. This child, a white elf. A girl. Beautiful. Dulin had seen her a few times whilst monitoring her target and she had lit a small flame in her heart. It was with this death that Dulin began to think for herself. She came to the conclusion that she was on the wrong side. She abandons her master, her creator. The effort nearly killed her, bound as she was by spells of evil at her masters bidding.
She was found by others of her kind who shunned her when they saw what had been done to her. normally she kept it hidden under her cloak. Her final escape, Given to her by her master to help her if ever she was in a tight spot, but the deformation meant now that she couldn't be accepted by others of her kind, and anyone who knew her for what she was shunned her. It took a while for her to gain trust, which she did by saving one of the leaders of the resistance from her master.
She becomes a leader herself in her own fashion. The free peoples are going to war against her former master but the news from intelligence says that there is no way of winning with the seven generals coming to war against them. It would take nothing short of a miracle. This is how Dulin winds up going out to assassinate them. This is what she was doing when she was pulled away into Tegraines world.
The story will be about war, peace and understanding oneself. Showing that even the darkest of creatures can be heros.
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Post by fruitbat on Aug 16, 2013 21:50:05 GMT
Fascinating back history to Dulin. I am intrigued by her 'deformation'. I am sure it will be revealed at some stage during our story!
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Post by kei on Feb 8, 2016 15:03:19 GMT
So i was in a dark mood after watching a truly rubbish pantomine (amateurs) and found myself writing while waiting for my train home. So this is some backstory for Dulin, written rather roughly. It's meant to be after the young white elf died to save target and just before she flees her master. Dulin is at a point in her life where she is questioning things. This is new to her and she is filled with uncertainty.
The Master: "So you return, I assume you were successful."
His narrow eyes slide in her direction as she did not reply. She remained stood in the doorway her eyes straight ahead. "Kine of the lower valley is dead?"
"No, master."
He indicated for Dulin to enter the room and she did so standing in her usual spot in the centre of the circle and he started to circle her quietly.
"You are not wounded he said after a while so why did you fail?"
"He had a child"
"A young girl, what of her?"
"If I killed him I would be taking away her father she’d have been left alone. The child has done nothing deserving of such a fate"
The master stopped. "the child was not of your concern"
"Those brought into the world require thir masters, their fathers in order to survive you taught me that"
"And as master I also expect unswerving obedience, from his subjects and from you Dulin. You have disappointed me child. Very well, I will hear no more of this this night, report to haernar, you will be punished for your actions"
The cold chill of fear struck down her spine but dulin allowed no emotion to pass into the room. With a slight bow of her head as you wish master. She turns and heads don the corridors heading deeper and deeper into the fortress. Inside her chest her heart beat painfully at her ribs in anticipation of the pain to come yet her feet took her swiftly forwards heading unshesitatingly towards the dungeon.
Stopping just inside the entrance she waitied to be noticed. One of haeners eyes turned towards her, the other one followed as itrecognised who was standing there. Lifting an arm he indicated for her to enter. She walked depper into the room keeping her eyes focused on the dngeon master as his eyes bored into hers reading her mind like a book groping at her emotions and feelings.
"You are filled with confusion and seething with anger. Pain is the great purifier," he said as he began to prepare a metal machine that stood in one corner, a metal frame with a tangle of thick cables overhead. "when pain rushes through your mind things become much simpler, confusion is lost there is only one rule you need to understand down here that is your masters rule. Has he not brought you up out of his own kindness, tained you, supported you, even given you the greatest of gifts."
"Hasn’t that childs father done the same for her?"
Haernar stopped and looked around at her. He stepped to the side of the machine and indicated her to step inside. "Come, ill wash away that doubt that’s eating at your obedience."Dulin entered the cage averting her eyes from haenar not wantin him to read the fear that was now running through her. "Raise your hands."
Dulin did as she was bid allowing haenar to lock her hands in the cold restraints, he then pulled the metal bars to enclosing her in the cage. For a moment nothing happened then dulin attempted to pull her hands to with a snarl as the pain kicked in forcing a fire through her veins. She bent forward as it travleed through her body the cage hampering her free movement writhing with the never ending pain her eyes rolled.
Many hours had passed when the pain began to subside. The cage front opened and haenars hand lifted her head to look into her eyes.
"No more doubt, no more confusion , or anger. Just tiredness, shame, and that usual burning hate. Doesn’t it feel good?" He moved aside and the master moved forward looking her up and down slowly as haenar released her bonds.
"You will go to the valley and kill kine,, this time you will not fail."
"No" dulin replied quietly
"Good" the master turned to leave
"I meant no, I will not kill him, I cannot master, there’s still the matter of the child, he’s her master."
"I am her master, I am the master of al who live in this country, but if you cannot see that then there is another solution dulin. Kill the child also."
"But the child has done nothing"
"You try my patience, very well, stay here in haenars care a while longer, I will send Sinders to kill them both."
"But sinders will not stop at them," dulin replied, "he’ll take out the whole village"
"So be it."
"NO"
"Haenar"
Dulin lashed out at haenar as he went to restrain her once more and the masters magic caught her midriff throwing her hard against the cage he then left
Haenar got to his feet and stood above dulin
"Get up child your mind needs purifying I shall up the dosage on this machine." Dulin got up at his command looking out the still open door after her master
"Yes you have upset him, but you know our master as well as I. tomorrow your mind will be clear and his mood will be light this whole affair will be forgotton. Raise your hands."
Dulin raised her hands in a quick slashing movement sending a wave of force out before her she ran past the stunned haenar and out of the dungeons, he wings growing behind her as she charged up level after level then dove for the nearest window. She races to the valley but the painful night and the blow from her master slowed her aching body. Almost screaming with frustration she egged herself onward flying straight and low, upon arriving at the village she found it already destroyed a smouldering ruin, the child and her master tied togtehr to the town post in the middle of the cluster of houses, here and there other bodies lay. Nothing stirred in the village.
Dulins exhausted body caved and she fell to her knees as she looked at the child. The beating of wings alerted her to the presence of others but she did not move as they landed, one in front of her one behind her.
"The master is angry" the first said
"You’ve incurred his wrath" the other said
"Come back with us come back quietly or it wll be worse for you"
"You are confused, your mind needs purifying. let us take you home"
"The master is kind and you are his favorite he will forgive"
"You can gain his honour once again"
The voices silky with the power of sleep washed over dulin, she looked up at her comrades.
"Come friend, haenar is waiting"
"He knows how to help"
"Im tired," dulin responded
"Then the pain will be easier to bear, for your mind will soon be numbed"
"Come"
Two hands laid on her, one on each arm as her comrades began to raise into the air. Dulin let them, her own wings had dissolved back into her body
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Attempting to get to her feet dulin was knocked to the ground again by a magical flail born by sinders. The firey lash wrapped round her neck and slammed her head into the floor. Then recoiled before leaping around her middle and throwing her intot the wall. Sinders stood to one side controlling the flail with deft movements of his hands only the order of the master prevented him from unleashing enough pwer to kill.
The master stood watching in cold silence as lash after lash pummeled dulin, sometimes pickeing her up and tossing her aside other times raining down hard firey lashes that seared her skin leaving angry scorchmarks and welts.
"Why do you defy me, have I not given you everything, have I not taught you well, why have you allowed this child to cause doubt in the mind I purified. Why do you persist on a course against mine."
"It was not my intention to defy you master" dulin pushed herelf up enough to speak as sinders whip dissolved into the air
"And yet you have defied me, more than that you attacked haenar. Yu well know that harming one of my people is as good as directing an attack against myself. How can you be so thankless, you who I brought up from a babe gave you the best training the greatest of gifts, thosewings many would sell their souls for, those skills, those weapons even the clothes you were are all gifts from me, how could you betray me."
"You have been good to me master dulin now on her knees in the circle of the room"
"And this is how you thank me."
"She was a child, one of your subjects. It did not seem right for her to pay for her fathers mistake"
"O you would have let them both live, a prime example to show to those who defy me. You would have made me seem weak. I should never have wasted my time on you. you will report to haenar until further notice, maybe in a years time your mind will have been repaired. Sinders make sure she doesn’t get lost on her way down." Snders flail appeared in the air again
"Get up"
Dulin did not respond her eyes fixed on her master filled with the hurt of rejection.
"You would have me punished further for acting on a belief that you instilled within me, master, I do not understand."
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