Sabian IntruladeAug 24, 2014Aug 24, 2014 at 01:09 AM
#1
Name:
Sabian Intrulade
Age:
31
Race:
Khajit
Flair:
This cat’s got stripes of darkness, eyes of gold, and a look that makes orcs and lizards beg for mercy. This one doesn’t give it to them.
Romors.
There is this Khajit from the west, they say if you eat what he cooks, no amount of pain could overcome the pleasure of taste.
Background
Born on the cliffs of Cyrodiil , in war betweein the races of its time. This one, Sabian Intrulade, was brought into world that knew only death. This one’s father remains unknown to most but he is not unknown to his son. Some say he was the king of a distant land that was ravaged by the orcs and forced him to exile. Upon death did the father release his secret to his son, quivered by Orc spears and Argonian arrows, he told him of his true nature. This one was a cub then, but this one remembers everything, to the last beat of his father’s heart.
Traveling wild, and deep into the wilderness did this one run into a mage in the wilderness of Grahtwood. The mage took pity on this cub and took the cub into his care. His name is unknown to all but all know him as Majikman. The mage was a Altmer, banished from his home for setting ablaze his entire village…. This one had said too much already.
This one had a brother of sorts. He was a Bosmer… a very annoying Bosmer. This one isn’t sure why Majikman had the Bosmer hanging around for so long. Even though that Bosmer never bathed and gave this one a hard time every time this one licked himself, he could fire an arrow and no orc or lizard walked away from it when he did.
Early on, in the city of Eldenroot this one learned a new trade. This one learned the skill of the hammer and the anvil. Tought by only himself did he learn to craft weapons and armor. All the while knowing he was doing so for the war effort… he was doing so to avenge his father.
While in Ghrantwood this one learned one of his greatest passions. This one loves to cook. Hunting for the ingredients in the darkest dungeons, the highest mountains, and the most forbidden places in all of Tamerial did this one learn to create the most delicate and delicious meals. All though his stomach his full of exotic spiced meats and stews, the only thing that fills this one’s heart is rage. For the lizards and orcs that stole his father… and his legacy.
Years spent in Malabar Tor did this one learn the art of healing. No amount of healing could heal this ones heart but he found peace in healing those who fought beside him. Fighting beside his brother Folmar and his Altmer father, Majikman, did he learn the real value of his trade. One could only wish he knew then, on those cliffs Cyrodiil so many years past, what this one knows now… The orcs will pay… the lizards will pay…. This one will feast upon their corpses and only then would this one be full.
Sabian Intrulade
Age:
31
Race:
Khajit
Flair:
This cat’s got stripes of darkness, eyes of gold, and a look that makes orcs and lizards beg for mercy. This one doesn’t give it to them.
Romors.
There is this Khajit from the west, they say if you eat what he cooks, no amount of pain could overcome the pleasure of taste.
Background
Born on the cliffs of Cyrodiil , in war betweein the races of its time. This one, Sabian Intrulade, was brought into world that knew only death. This one’s father remains unknown to most but he is not unknown to his son. Some say he was the king of a distant land that was ravaged by the orcs and forced him to exile. Upon death did the father release his secret to his son, quivered by Orc spears and Argonian arrows, he told him of his true nature. This one was a cub then, but this one remembers everything, to the last beat of his father’s heart.
Traveling wild, and deep into the wilderness did this one run into a mage in the wilderness of Grahtwood. The mage took pity on this cub and took the cub into his care. His name is unknown to all but all know him as Majikman. The mage was a Altmer, banished from his home for setting ablaze his entire village…. This one had said too much already.
This one had a brother of sorts. He was a Bosmer… a very annoying Bosmer. This one isn’t sure why Majikman had the Bosmer hanging around for so long. Even though that Bosmer never bathed and gave this one a hard time every time this one licked himself, he could fire an arrow and no orc or lizard walked away from it when he did.
Early on, in the city of Eldenroot this one learned a new trade. This one learned the skill of the hammer and the anvil. Tought by only himself did he learn to craft weapons and armor. All the while knowing he was doing so for the war effort… he was doing so to avenge his father.
While in Ghrantwood this one learned one of his greatest passions. This one loves to cook. Hunting for the ingredients in the darkest dungeons, the highest mountains, and the most forbidden places in all of Tamerial did this one learn to create the most delicate and delicious meals. All though his stomach his full of exotic spiced meats and stews, the only thing that fills this one’s heart is rage. For the lizards and orcs that stole his father… and his legacy.
Years spent in Malabar Tor did this one learn the art of healing. No amount of healing could heal this ones heart but he found peace in healing those who fought beside him. Fighting beside his brother Folmar and his Altmer father, Majikman, did he learn the real value of his trade. One could only wish he knew then, on those cliffs Cyrodiil so many years past, what this one knows now… The orcs will pay… the lizards will pay…. This one will feast upon their corpses and only then would this one be full.
@rainhaOct 21, 2014