VarlyndJul 03, 2014Jul 03, 2014 at 06:35 AM
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Account: @Nycthemeral
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Name: Varlynd Emrys
Age: 31
Race: Breton
Flair: Pale eyed and dark bearded. Unusually tall for a Breton.
Rumors: A stranger has come to Woodhearth. He claims to be seeking trade, but shopkeepers are beginning to complain about the nature of his requests. Black soul gems, as if anyone here would sell such foul things!
Background: "Everyone has wanted to cheat death at one time or another. It's only natural. Many think about it ceaselessly, hoping for some magical breakthrough or gift from the Divines that will stave off the inevitable. Maybe even forever.
There's no harm in such thoughts. You've thought about it too, I can tell.
Those who practice necromancy can make immortality a reality. Don't look so shocked, this is hardly a secret! Everyone knows about the oft unspoken offshoot of conjuration, the one that grants life everlasting. I know, yes, the price! One's humanity forsaken! Come now, what is humanity truly in the greater scope of Mundus? A little tear fallen into an ocean of tiny, meaningless tears. Those who have been put here to do great things have no time for such foolishness. At the end of the day we each shelve our petty humanity and get on with what's truly important. Death is merely an obstacle that must be overcome, no? By any means necessary, right?
You're dead wrong, friend."
Varlynd Emrys is a necromancer hunter. Through personal tragedy he's learned not to trust anyone not thoroughly proven clean of necromantic influence. A little paranoid? Yes. Possibly dangerous? Completely. But he believes nothing is more valuable than our eternal souls. Those who would corrupt and defile such a gift deserve no mercy. Which is probably more than what he'll offer them.
image no longer hosted — http://i59.tinypic.com/2dmnf5.jpg[/img]Name: Varlynd Emrys
Age: 31
Race: Breton
Flair: Pale eyed and dark bearded. Unusually tall for a Breton.
Rumors: A stranger has come to Woodhearth. He claims to be seeking trade, but shopkeepers are beginning to complain about the nature of his requests. Black soul gems, as if anyone here would sell such foul things!
Background: "Everyone has wanted to cheat death at one time or another. It's only natural. Many think about it ceaselessly, hoping for some magical breakthrough or gift from the Divines that will stave off the inevitable. Maybe even forever.
There's no harm in such thoughts. You've thought about it too, I can tell.
Those who practice necromancy can make immortality a reality. Don't look so shocked, this is hardly a secret! Everyone knows about the oft unspoken offshoot of conjuration, the one that grants life everlasting. I know, yes, the price! One's humanity forsaken! Come now, what is humanity truly in the greater scope of Mundus? A little tear fallen into an ocean of tiny, meaningless tears. Those who have been put here to do great things have no time for such foolishness. At the end of the day we each shelve our petty humanity and get on with what's truly important. Death is merely an obstacle that must be overcome, no? By any means necessary, right?
You're dead wrong, friend."
Varlynd Emrys is a necromancer hunter. Through personal tragedy he's learned not to trust anyone not thoroughly proven clean of necromantic influence. A little paranoid? Yes. Possibly dangerous? Completely. But he believes nothing is more valuable than our eternal souls. Those who would corrupt and defile such a gift deserve no mercy. Which is probably more than what he'll offer them.
Edited Jul 16, 2014 at 06:10 AM by 0