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Trill Biography

08 Oct 2019

Trill’s sheltered upbringing in and around Freeport, was mainly intensive tutelage, she sang morning noon and night, and as such had little time for social contact nor education. Voicing pain and torment was her life throughout her formative years.

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Pray's Biography

06 Oct 2018

Another character I began to develop on the Neverwinter Nights Persistent Server (ShadowRealm – Sister Ann Bright was the GM), was Pray – a paladin with a dark story to tell. I managed to weave Fade into his plight.

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Tegana Biography

06 Oct 2018

Born deep in the Hoarfrost Mountains, secure inside the dwarven settlement of Soranathold facing out onto Mirror Lake, the young girl was raised under the religious guidance of her mother. The girl was baptised in snow as Teghannarak Soularath, the Soularath family were well respected for their jewel and armourcraft amongst the skilled trades folk of the Soranath Clan. Indeed the elaborate breastplates made by Teghannarak’s father were almost legendary amongst the other dwarven clans in the Mror Holds.

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Breaking the tempo

06 Oct 2018

A faint glow peeped through her flaccid lids. She could hardly lift them, drained of all motivation, there was no will to return to the waking world. Dull and numbed, there was no need for her chest to expand and fill with air anymore. She undulated softly, just enough to keep a trickle of air stroking her lungs, just enough to keep her barely alive. She was running on autonomic mechanisms. Her concious self had no part in this passion play. Her blood clawed its way around her veins simply of its own volition. Perhaps she made a slight moaning sound as the air raked across her swollen throat? Perhaps it was her diagphram drumming a slow mournal beat? Someone, somewhere asked ’what sort of stasis is this?’. She never registered the sound of their voice. It was a dim light in a dark storm indeed.

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Trill Application

06 Oct 2018

Furtively, Trill slinks into the room, scans down the pages of the Ledger.

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Who is Trill?

06 Oct 2018

Who is Trill?

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Trill becomes Lull

06 Oct 2018

It had been some time since Trill had performed. Unsure as to whether she would continue with her pursuit of fame and fortune, uncertain about what lies at her center anymore, she’d often phase in and out of sentience quoffing more vile ale than she could tolerate.

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Trill's Song for Runnyeye

06 Oct 2018

Shed a Tear in Runnyeye..

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Ballard of Trill

06 Oct 2018

A song I like to sing before I engage in combat, a song my Mother composed for me as a child learning to vocalise the spirit of hatred in the children of Innoruk.

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Gore Biography

06 Oct 2018

Jellied flesh and broken bone slip and slide off the Adamantine plated thick set body. A constant flow of blood seemed to trickle across the surface making the contstruct glisten and shimmer in the twilight. Assembled and given life in the great Forge of House Cannith, this Fleshcleaver was birthed through magics thought impossible, its sole purpose to dismember fleshed opponents. Many Warforged were created as generic battle machines, kitted out with all manner of combat accessories to enable them to face other similarly equipped ’forged. However, behind all battle hardened ’forged troops were soft fleshed Masters conjuring their orders of war. Gore was assembled to strike hard at these fleshed leaders. His Adamantine plates could pierce and shred flesh even without the bladed weapons of Valenar blood steel they were adorned with. His body coloured with scarlet to ensure maximum fear in his enemy. Blood would run constantly over his thick skin. The warband Gore was assigned to, became known as the Strikeforge, a collection of fleshcleavers designed to act as strike troops in battle, dropped in behind enemy lines and afforded the purpose of stripping flesh from bone, spilling blood and cleaving the minds of the fleshed ones who control the ’forged armies. Taking out the Masters slowed the advancement of the conjured troops. Each warband would be assigned a single master, one who would remotely control their position and combat goals. Always fine tuning the strike, adjusting the kills. After the demise of Cyre towards the end of the Last War, Strikeforge found itself decommissioned.

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Zek

06 Oct 2018

The mud stained water flowed over the palm of her hand like some brown quicksilver. Odd as it was, to see liquid dance in the air swilling around and spilling to the ground from a female hand of stealth. “There is no refill here, these contaminated waters can not be drunk” Trill murmured to herself. Neither her thirst will be quenched, nor her rasping throat will be soothed from these waters. It is a dry day indeed.

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Fade Origins

01 Oct 2018

Fade was chosen as a name for my elven bowmaiden character, because I wanted a short memorable word that embodied elusive precision with a bow. Alone, she would be a hunter, long ranged kills, that would come out of no-where and be unseen. I latched onto the idea that her ability in a forest to meld into the background and stalk from the tree canopy. I searched long and hard for a word that would symbolise this blending in to her natural environment. She fades into the forest. And there we had it. Her first name. Fade.

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