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För att bevisa exakt hur inne jag kan bli i sånt här så klistrar jag in min biografi som jag satt och skrev i går morse till min karaktär Eledyssil på FallenSword. Jag tänkte bara skriva lite kortfattat men det blev inte riktigt så. Sen när jag var klar så skulle jag spara och det stod "max 255 tecken, du har 16.753". SQEEK! Men det var roligt iaf :) Mina rostiga gamla engelskakunskaper hade gott av att fräschas upp och testas lite dessutom. Eledyssil is the daughter of the once great warrior Lucanien whos kingdom was the greatest seen for centuries in the land of Mahara. His wife, a beautiful elf by the name of Dyssil, would be the reason the whole kingdom would one day be destructed. She fled from her fathers hard grip and abuse when she was just a teenager, from the empire of the elfs in the east called Fharomen and after endless night, weeks and months she found herself in a wood close by the river Utir in Mahara. How she managed to keep alive with only her ripped clothes and bare feet through the tough winter that occured at the time and had made strong men and warriors fall while she had not was a mystery, which she never spoke of. Laying in the woods, drained of energy and ready to give up her search for freedom, a man came along. Her tired eyes and weak arms reached out to him while he was standing in front of her. His face she could not see and he was surrounded by a christal white light and his staff stood beside him, half of it covered in deep snow, but made the man look as tall as a Chryterian-tree. Then she past out. The man who had found her took her home and nursed her for several weeks. He was a strong man who had seen more of the world that most and had slain powerful beasts, seen his men and friends die in the most horrible ways and himself beeing close to death more than once. But right there and then, sitting by Dyssils bed, holding her tiny hand, putting warm blankets around her, he felt small. He felt a warm sensation he had never felt before only getting stronger by the day, caring for this young woman lying so helplessly in front of him. It was a warm day in april when Dyssil finally opened up her eyes again. She recognized the man who had saved her life, sitting asleep in a chair next to her. The curtains where drowned but she could almost feel the sunbeams reaching her face, filling her with hope and hapiness. The man woke up. When he saw her sitting up in the bed next to him his face emediatly changed from being tired to almost looking sad. But he was not. The first tear he had felt in years ran down his face and he fetched her hand. She was smiling. For years to come they lived together, happy and unknowing by the threat that lingered just around the corner, watching them with red eyes. Her rescuer, the man she had learned to know by the name of Lucanien, treasured his wife more than any gold he had. He withdraw from more and more battles to tend to his marriage instead but his kingdom had rose so much, he had such powerful legions to send out, the land of Mahara where never in danger. Dyssils father where no fool. When she ran away from him, so many years ago, he had let her. He knew she would make it. There where no simple farmerblood that ran through her veins although she was brought up to think otherwise. He had kept great secrets from her. Right now he had to focuse entirly on his own studies. One day he would need his daughter again to fulfill his plans. When that day came he would get her back. Dyssils father had lived for many tousand years, as elfs often do. But early on he had exeprimented with great magic, known as The Dark Magic of Vanyarin. Few had mastered it and those who did where sooner or later consumed by insanity and in the end it destroyd themself and all that they have learned, leaving their souls to belong behind closed doors of Hells Gate. Dyssils father had reached more knowledge than any other before him about this dark magic. He was not yet insane but his heart where dark as the night and the hunt for even larger power made him more dangerous than anyone could ever imagine. Twelve years had gone by. Dyssil was learning to be a great queen. The men and woman of Mahara slowly began to accept the fact that an elf had married into the pure line of kings and queens of the human race before her. Lucanien gave promises to his people and tended to even the smallest farmlands, never breaking a promise that would gain them wealth and success, and that made his people forget about him being married to the elf-queen. If he only had known how many of those promises would mean nothing in a couple of months. It was time. Dyssils father had kept to himself, not even leaving his little woodcabin going hunting for food, for months know. The magic of Vanyarin kept his hunger a distant matter. He would feel satisfied by the mere taste of blood in his mouth. His eyes where now blackened with hate for his daughter but yet he had an evil grin on his face, thinking about destruction and the power that would come with it. He was after Dyssil for one reason and it had nothing to do with fatherhood and love. Oh no. The powers she was granted as an infant would make them a team of two who easily, when making the right moves, so powerful not even the kingdom of Mahara could stand a chance. Dyssil didn`t feel well. She stood by her bedroom-window feeling a bit dizzy but most of all she had a worry inside of her that something was not right. This would be the last morning she would ever see. She went down the stairs, explaining to the king how she felt. Lucanien smiled at her, telling her that is was normal to feel that way being nine months pregnant, hoping to calm her down. Her pale and scared face worried him. He had much respect for her and knew always to take her seriously in these matters. She had felt storms coming that had destroyd acres of land around the kingdom, leaving families without shelters. She had made Lucanien thinking twice when dealing with important matters and in the end it was always her advise that came across the right one, even though she had no political knowledge. She even spoke of the kings brother, Tyrik, dying in the wast lands of Rhugw, weeks before it accually happened. Lucanien knew better than not to trust his wifes premonitions by now. He made his men prepared but not knowing for what he could only do so much since Dyssil seemed to know little herself other than something terrible where going to happen. A storm blew up that very day. The sky went red as blood and the birds had stopped singing. Farmers and nobles all around Mahara looked at the phenomenon that occured right before their eyes with fare and despare in their hearts and faces. A man covered in a dark, red cape could be seen by scouts and harpers, wandering the woods Dyssil so many years ago where found dying by the great king Lucanien. He stopped there for a while, bending down, feeling the grass with his hand. When he stood up again the grass he just touched had become black. The king was notified about this by one of his scouts and word of the mysterious man began to spread through the kingdom. A meeting in the Great Hall of Rheynald where held. Lucaniens greatest advisors did not take this as a giant threat. Sure, the man seemed suspicious and obviously held some sort of dark magic, but the kingdom of Mahara had seen much greater threats than this before. Still the king felt that he should do something to calm his wifes nerves a bit more so he picked a few of his finest mages and strongest berserkers to protect the city wall even though it seemed a bit over the top for only one man. When the hooded man reached the giant wooded doors of the city wall he stood still, looked around as knowing he was being carefully watched, and knocked four times. Lucanien, feeling more at ease than his wife about this matter, had sent the mage Shirma to go talk to the man. "I`m here to see the king and his wife", said the hooded man. "You seemed to have travelled far my friend. Please tell me who you are and what your buisness is with the king and queen of Mahara". "I wish to see them in private. You can send your men back home. You really think that a few harpers, old mages with worn-out magic and big-muscled men with no brains would stop me? Let me in and let me talk to my daughter and I will spare you and your little men your lives". Shirma looked furious. A madman like this should be dealt with emediatly and had no buisness walking the streets of this kingdom. But before he had the chance to cast a spell, the hooded elf had lifted the mage in the air and throwed him into the wall, leaving him unconscious on the ground. Arrows flew trough the air, directed at the elf but a big red shield of clouds appeared around him, making the arrows fall to the ground as well. An implosion of the red shield made the city wall explode, making the citizens flee for their lives. The hooded man calmly walked through the streets towards the castle. The kings troops had their blades rising in the air and their shields protecting their chests as they stormed at the man. Strong as oxes they now fell to the ground like flies when the powerful elf casted magic at them. It was a bloodbath. Soldiers lied on the ground, dead with no eyes and mouths wide open like the last thing they saw in life was the devil itself. Lucanien and his wife has viewed it all from a safe distance behind the castle walls. Lucianiens warriorblood told him to go out, meeting this man himself, killing him for what he had done to his men. He told his wife to stay and ran down to the castle gate with his sword ready to cut the hooded mans throat. Before he had time to get orders to open the massive gate to his castle, the elf had let himself in without even touching the door. What was this kind of magic that could break the kings powerful defenses so easily? Lucianen now stood before the man, pointing at his chest with his sword. "You will not see the day of light ever again wizard but before I take your life I demand an answer to what you have done!". Lucanien didn`t blink an eye while he was staring with hate at the hooded elf. The elf just smiled back at him saying "I am here for my daughter. She did the wrong thing escaping from her father. I need her. Tell her to come". "No need father". Dyssil had appeared from nowhere and now stood beside Lucanien. "What is this all about Dyssil?", asked Lucianen, not turning his face away from the elf in front of him. "It is true what he says. I carry his blood but I will never be his daughter. He is a tyrann. Kill him or I shall myself". Lucianen had never heard his wife so upset and harsh before. "You are coming with me. I`m afraid I can leave you with no option. The gods have plans for us my dear daughter. Your husband think he has the greatest power of all. When you join me you will see what real power is. You already know what I am talking about. You have felt your powers for years. This castle-life have made you a blind fool not to explore them. I will give you that chance. A life worth living". Dyssil was ready to strike her father but his hands grabbed her wrists before she could do anything, looked her deep in the eyes and whispered "if you do not come with me now I will tear this kingdom and all you love apart until there are nothing left but ashes. Come with me know and I will spare your husbands life". Dyssil looked afraid. His eyes where red as blood when he spoke to her, making her legs tremble with fear. Dyssil nodded back at her father and said "I will...if you spare him his life". Dyssils father looked down at the floor with closed eyes, still holding a firm grip around his daughters wrists and they both disappeared in the thin air. She found herself back in the woods. All that was green where now black. The whole wood was drained of life. She looked at her father with tear in her eyes but no more sign of fear. She hated him. She would rather die than live with him ever again. "What have you become?", she shouted at him. "I knew you where a monster the day you killed my mother. All those years you abused me. I will NEVER be your little servant again, do you hear me!?". "So be it. You are as weak as your mother. I should have taught you the right way of life from the start instead of letting your ignorant mother raise you to be this...this weakling. Do you know what powers I have given you? Do you know what you could with those? I have dedicated my whole life to the Dark Magic of Vanyarin. When you where a newborn I made a ritual, granting you knowledge and powers beyond your imagination. I had to kill your mother. She destroyd you. Made you a little puppy full of love, blind to the world. I am only sorry about one thing and that is for realizing that to late. You can not let love be in the way of making history! I loved your mother but it was a small sacrifice for me to let go of that love. My choice will make me the greatest man who have ever lived. You stupid little girl. I will teach you and you WILL obey me". "I will rather die FATHER". She looked at him like she was pleased with her bravery of responding like that. "King Lucanien will never be defeated by a simple farmer like you. You have become insane. Your heart is black and your soul is ripped by demons. I have given my husband, the king, the time to prepare. He will destroy you, Felagund". "So be it my dear". He pushed his hands out and a great blue shimmer surrounded them both. As she was lying there, on the ground in the woods, she felt like those many years ago. She felt weak and dying. But this time there were no man in shining armor there to save her. She felt something grabbing her belly and a tremendous pain ran through her body. She heard her baby crying. Then there was nothing. That baby was me, Eledyssil. Felagund, my grandfather, took of that night with me safe in his treacherous arms. He left the whole kingdom of Mahara in ashes that night. I lost both my father and mother in a blink of an eye. I am 23 years old today. I don`t know the name of the place that my grandfather took me to. I hardly know in which part of the world. But he raised me there, away from people and civilization. He thaught me the Magic of Vanyarin. Only five years old I could make mountains shake and by the time I had reached thirteen I could tame a dragon. I named my first dragon Pernagilus. My grandfather soon got ill. His beatings and his strong discipline started to fade a bit, to my pleasure. It was like his very soul was overtaken by someting much larger, much more evil. But he was still strong and I was afraid of him. Everyday he made me hunger for blood. He cut my hair and wanted me to stay dirty so that my beauty would not show. I like to think I have have that from my mother. Cause even though he tries to make me evil, tries to make me want to take over the world and practice this magic I find myself a bit lost. I always had a desire to go out in the world, exploring it and taking my own path, whatever it may be. I could never speak of this, my grandfather would go ballistic. He even tried to kill me once but something hold him back. Maybe he knows he`s dying and want me to take over for him. Be the one to take over the world with my powers. I probably could to...But I have my own desires and being the ruler of the world, killing innocents, is tempting but I have this warm feeling inside. Guess you could call it care...maybe even love although I`m not really familiar with that word yet. My grandfather did past away. I don`t know when. He never let me have know which date, month or even year it was because it would be a silly distraction when it came to my studies. "Time is not of importance right now. When you are done I will let you know", he used to say. When he died I felt real fear. He died slowly, in his bed, but it was like someone had took him. He was white as a sheet and his eyes looked empty and his mouth wide open. I did not mourn him that much. He was an evil man. But still he was everything to me. He has raised me. I buried him in the backyard and kept on living in the cabin for a couple of years. My dragon held me company most of the time and I started to take walks in the wood, although it was a boring place with no life or sound. One day I had enough. Sitting with my books, practicing magic and thinking of my parents I felt an instant urge to just fly away on my dragon Pernagilus. Who could stop me? So I did. I knew how to make myself invisible, that was easy. I was going to see so much but without exposing myself and my giant blue dragon. As I am writing this I am currently sitting on a mountain in the world of FallenSword. My newest destination. So far it seems really exciting! I have met a couple of warriors on my way so far. Hiding my dragon offcourse but I felt lonely and wanted to be seen by others to. So from time to time you might see me, if I feel the Aura of thrust. If I don`t you will probaly not see anything at all since I am going do end your life. I am truly sorry about that but my grandfather thaught me that enemies are of no use alive. I think he is kind of right on that point. One day I hope to be as powerful as my mother and father...may they rest in peace. /Eledyssil http://www.fallensword.com/?ref=1010398
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Delphino
Tue 13 Nov 2007 17:21
Oj oj =)
Läste inte texten, är alldeles för lat :) Men du ÄR en Nörd!
Fast en mycket söt sådan!
Läste inte texten, är alldeles för lat :) Men du ÄR en Nörd!
Fast en mycket söt sådan!
Aphrael
Tue 13 Nov 2007 17:22
Latmask! Försöker få Anders att läsa den med =P Haha *skrattar som Janne Långben och gör snorkelljud med näsan*
Anonymous
Tue 13 Nov 2007 17:07
Där ska jag bli medlem =)
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