The Kilted Crusader
Thu, 19th Jun '03, 4:22pm
I have been looking over this forum for some time, and checking out the ALFA site and have to say I'm really intrigued. Sir Bel's enthusiasm about the whole thing has made me really want to check it out for myself. Anyway, this is the bio I designed for my first character, tell me what you think
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Valar Teth’lier grew up an orphan, living on the rodents that inhabited the back alleys and abandoned houses. As a half-elf he lived under the scrutiny of every pureblooded race within the city. By the time he had reached fourteen, he had become aware, and was sick of the malevolent stares. With another homeless orphan, a young girl by the name of Melissa, he headed into the forest, in the hope of escaping every mistrusting glance. Together, they laboured to build a small crofters cottage, where they could live together in content.
For several years they dwelled within the warmth of the cottage, Valar working as woodsman and hunter, and Mellisa growing herbs and vegetables on a small patch of land at the rear of the house. Finally they decided to marry, travelling to town for an official wedding. The service was short, and Valar purchased a few supplies before they swiftly headed home. In nine months they had a child, a small girl with an undecided name.
One day, Valar returned from a hunt, a young doe across his shoulder and two pheasants hanging from his belt. As he approached the wooden cottage, he could see smoke drifting lazily into the sky. He charged headlong through the forest, coming across the smouldering remains of the cottage, Melissa’s bloodied body cut apart, the unnamed child close by.
With tears in his eyes, he stumbled across to them collapsing to his knees to stare down on his wife and child. A single deep grave was dug, and a simple cross, erected by Valar. Taking up his bow, he found the tracks of the raiders. They were large. Orcs.
Immediately he set off after them, tracing the track. In the same fateful day, he found their camp. There were eight in all and the fear of taking on all of them nearly turned his bowels. A prayer was answered as two of them set out with bows to hunt for a little sport. Silently, he stalked them waiting for them to stop to examine spoor. Drawing back on the string, he let fly, the arrow punching through the throat of the first. The second one spotted Valar and, with bow forgotten, drew his axe and charged with a blood-curdling scream. Swiftly Valar nocked another arrow and as the arrow was within feet of him let fly. The arrow hammered through his chest. With a great roar, he fell. Valar knew the orcs would have heard the scream, and fear overcame him, and he ran.
For several days he would carefully make his way through the forest, nervously scanning the undergrowth for any sign of the orcs. He decided to travel to the relative safety behind the city walls, his failure to avenge his family alone made him feel sunken and cowardly. But within the walls, he knew, there would be others that would hear his tale, and, perhaps, in time, he would have the chance to gain his revenge…
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I'm afraid it's not that good, but I'm quite tired today.
I also had a few questions. One was that I will not be able to play for a couple of weeks and wondering if I should wait until I submitted my form or just send it in now?
Another was if there were any billing costs. I looked around the ALFA site but could not find anything of this nature. I would really appreciate a little insight on this. Thanks.
[ June 19, 2003, 18:03: Message edited by: Morningstar ]
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Valar Teth’lier grew up an orphan, living on the rodents that inhabited the back alleys and abandoned houses. As a half-elf he lived under the scrutiny of every pureblooded race within the city. By the time he had reached fourteen, he had become aware, and was sick of the malevolent stares. With another homeless orphan, a young girl by the name of Melissa, he headed into the forest, in the hope of escaping every mistrusting glance. Together, they laboured to build a small crofters cottage, where they could live together in content.
For several years they dwelled within the warmth of the cottage, Valar working as woodsman and hunter, and Mellisa growing herbs and vegetables on a small patch of land at the rear of the house. Finally they decided to marry, travelling to town for an official wedding. The service was short, and Valar purchased a few supplies before they swiftly headed home. In nine months they had a child, a small girl with an undecided name.
One day, Valar returned from a hunt, a young doe across his shoulder and two pheasants hanging from his belt. As he approached the wooden cottage, he could see smoke drifting lazily into the sky. He charged headlong through the forest, coming across the smouldering remains of the cottage, Melissa’s bloodied body cut apart, the unnamed child close by.
With tears in his eyes, he stumbled across to them collapsing to his knees to stare down on his wife and child. A single deep grave was dug, and a simple cross, erected by Valar. Taking up his bow, he found the tracks of the raiders. They were large. Orcs.
Immediately he set off after them, tracing the track. In the same fateful day, he found their camp. There were eight in all and the fear of taking on all of them nearly turned his bowels. A prayer was answered as two of them set out with bows to hunt for a little sport. Silently, he stalked them waiting for them to stop to examine spoor. Drawing back on the string, he let fly, the arrow punching through the throat of the first. The second one spotted Valar and, with bow forgotten, drew his axe and charged with a blood-curdling scream. Swiftly Valar nocked another arrow and as the arrow was within feet of him let fly. The arrow hammered through his chest. With a great roar, he fell. Valar knew the orcs would have heard the scream, and fear overcame him, and he ran.
For several days he would carefully make his way through the forest, nervously scanning the undergrowth for any sign of the orcs. He decided to travel to the relative safety behind the city walls, his failure to avenge his family alone made him feel sunken and cowardly. But within the walls, he knew, there would be others that would hear his tale, and, perhaps, in time, he would have the chance to gain his revenge…
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I'm afraid it's not that good, but I'm quite tired today.
I also had a few questions. One was that I will not be able to play for a couple of weeks and wondering if I should wait until I submitted my form or just send it in now?
Another was if there were any billing costs. I looked around the ALFA site but could not find anything of this nature. I would really appreciate a little insight on this. Thanks.
[ June 19, 2003, 18:03: Message edited by: Morningstar ]