Post by Silentus on Feb 3, 2004 15:26:06 GMT
...as transcribed by Silentus the Chronicler in interview on Month 6, Day 25, Year of the Ettin
My life started out simply enough. I grew up in the city of Amn My parents were both paladins of Torm. I was brought up at an early age to follow in their footsteps When I became of age, I joined a Holy Order, an order dedictated in following Torm and seeking justice wherever it may be.
Would you also like to hear how I got my scar? *Points to a scar on his cheek* Anyway, after a few short years of joining, there was a great disturbance in Amn. A demon of great power happened to twist the minds of the most righteous individuals - turned them corrupt, into evil. Several members of my order were affected. Once noble paladins, now fell to the dark side. Me and several others of my order were charged with a task to hunt down these fallen paladins. Nothing could be done to save them, except free them through death. Anyway, one by one, each fallen paladin was vanquished and I was the one to confront the last and final fallen paladin. It was one of the most adrenaline pumping battle I had ever encountered. As the skills of my opponant far outskilled mine. Anyway, we were locked in battle for a time. I was never sure of my abilities until that day. During the middle of the battle, my concentration slipped slightly and I came extremely close of getting a sword lodged in my head. But I was fortunate enough to evade his sword soon enough so that it only cut the flesh on my cheek. I can tell you it didn't take long until the side of my face turned red. Luckily, I did not feel the pain due to the adrenaline pumping through me and we battle for a while longer. I managed to get the better of him and I severed the hand he was using to weild his sword. I was not particularly fond of the screams that came out of his mouth at that moment. He slumped to the ground, his screams turned to faint whispers. Then I towered over him with my sword at his chest. His gaze met mine and I saw that glimpse in his eyes that he was grateful for what I had done. I ended his life right there. His soul was finally layed to rest.
Now on to how I got here. Several years later, another evil arose. This time, a necromancer of considerable power. He was raising an army full of undead and launched assaults on small towns and villages outside of Amn. The poor locals were assimilated into his army unwillingly. Eventually, the necromancer got bold and started to attack the city of Amn itself. That is when our order acted and was charged with the task of finding this necromancer and putting an end to his evil ways - and let me tell you, it was not easy to find him. He kept jumping from one location to another. Always keeping one step ahead of us, it took almost a year to track him and during that time, more people died and more unrest grew. Fortunately, we finally were able to track him down to an old set of ruins several dozen miles from Amn. Me and a couple dozen of my companions entered this cave and battled our way to him. We did not expect anything unusual to occur because these ruins were fairly well explored out. Or so we thought. The necromancer stumbled into a previously unexplored section of the ruins. It was extremely well hidden, I do not even know how he found it. Anyway, we followed him straight in and, unfortunately for him, he ran into a dead end and we cornered him. We felt victory close to our finger tips. Right when the necromancer startled to unleash his magics, all hell broke loose. You see, the room we were in somehow distorted magical energy I cannot explain it. The surging energies struck many of my companions - It did odd things to them. They either became completely deformed, transfored into another creature, vaporized to dust, or disappeared altogether. I, however, disappeared from those ruins and the next thing I remember, I was laying face down in West Styne. It took me a while to get my bearings. To this day, I have no idea what became of the necromancer. I don't know if the wild magics destroyed him or what. That is my story.
No editing was employed in this transcription. At no point has any content been added or removed from the subjects original text. The subject fully agreed to allow his or her interview to be recorded and published to the public record.
© Silentus the Chronicler
My life started out simply enough. I grew up in the city of Amn My parents were both paladins of Torm. I was brought up at an early age to follow in their footsteps When I became of age, I joined a Holy Order, an order dedictated in following Torm and seeking justice wherever it may be.
Would you also like to hear how I got my scar? *Points to a scar on his cheek* Anyway, after a few short years of joining, there was a great disturbance in Amn. A demon of great power happened to twist the minds of the most righteous individuals - turned them corrupt, into evil. Several members of my order were affected. Once noble paladins, now fell to the dark side. Me and several others of my order were charged with a task to hunt down these fallen paladins. Nothing could be done to save them, except free them through death. Anyway, one by one, each fallen paladin was vanquished and I was the one to confront the last and final fallen paladin. It was one of the most adrenaline pumping battle I had ever encountered. As the skills of my opponant far outskilled mine. Anyway, we were locked in battle for a time. I was never sure of my abilities until that day. During the middle of the battle, my concentration slipped slightly and I came extremely close of getting a sword lodged in my head. But I was fortunate enough to evade his sword soon enough so that it only cut the flesh on my cheek. I can tell you it didn't take long until the side of my face turned red. Luckily, I did not feel the pain due to the adrenaline pumping through me and we battle for a while longer. I managed to get the better of him and I severed the hand he was using to weild his sword. I was not particularly fond of the screams that came out of his mouth at that moment. He slumped to the ground, his screams turned to faint whispers. Then I towered over him with my sword at his chest. His gaze met mine and I saw that glimpse in his eyes that he was grateful for what I had done. I ended his life right there. His soul was finally layed to rest.
Now on to how I got here. Several years later, another evil arose. This time, a necromancer of considerable power. He was raising an army full of undead and launched assaults on small towns and villages outside of Amn. The poor locals were assimilated into his army unwillingly. Eventually, the necromancer got bold and started to attack the city of Amn itself. That is when our order acted and was charged with the task of finding this necromancer and putting an end to his evil ways - and let me tell you, it was not easy to find him. He kept jumping from one location to another. Always keeping one step ahead of us, it took almost a year to track him and during that time, more people died and more unrest grew. Fortunately, we finally were able to track him down to an old set of ruins several dozen miles from Amn. Me and a couple dozen of my companions entered this cave and battled our way to him. We did not expect anything unusual to occur because these ruins were fairly well explored out. Or so we thought. The necromancer stumbled into a previously unexplored section of the ruins. It was extremely well hidden, I do not even know how he found it. Anyway, we followed him straight in and, unfortunately for him, he ran into a dead end and we cornered him. We felt victory close to our finger tips. Right when the necromancer startled to unleash his magics, all hell broke loose. You see, the room we were in somehow distorted magical energy I cannot explain it. The surging energies struck many of my companions - It did odd things to them. They either became completely deformed, transfored into another creature, vaporized to dust, or disappeared altogether. I, however, disappeared from those ruins and the next thing I remember, I was laying face down in West Styne. It took me a while to get my bearings. To this day, I have no idea what became of the necromancer. I don't know if the wild magics destroyed him or what. That is my story.
No editing was employed in this transcription. At no point has any content been added or removed from the subjects original text. The subject fully agreed to allow his or her interview to be recorded and published to the public record.
© Silentus the Chronicler
