azzurielOct 28, 2014Oct 28, 2014 at 01:47 PM
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Oracle (@pixieblight)
Female sorceress
Age: 20+
DESCRIPTION
Winter has arrived early this year and carpeted the land with her chilled embrace, somewhere in the dark forest, a hunter is looking for preys. Morg blamed himself for losing his bets in the warm tavern and now he is cold and hungry and alone in the evening hunting. Preys have been scarce this time of year, and the wolves and bears have grown bolder too attacking lonely hunters.
Grumbling under his breaths how he lost his bets to a young chap, he lost his footing and fell into a small trench and gotten his clothes wet with snow. That too, he cursed softly is the chap’s fault as well. Not until now, he discovered there is a soft glow behind some trees. Curiosity won him over, he carefully walk up behind the tree and peek at what is causing the glow.
A small glade lies in front of him. In the middle, there is a small pond with a snow clad ice statue. Soft and wet snow grizzles throughout the forest. Morg freezes as somehow the snow on his clothes has frozen into ice. Not until the statue slowly stretches out her hands to touch the falling snow, did Morg realise that it isn’t a sculpture but a young elven girl. Dressed in a silvery white gown, skin looks as pale as an opal, eyes which bring about the image of turquoise sea, silvery white hair dancing gently with the wind, she looks like an ice sculpture. A pretty white rose which just begun to bloom. How he wished he had the courage to gives his clothes to her to bring her warmth.
Oracle has travelled a long way to finally reach this place. An ancient tome of arcana was locked here eons ago, to keep this place serene and safe. A sanctuary as many would say this place is, where diseases are banished, mortal wounds healed and some say it will even keep daedric princes at bay. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t even realise that one of her hand had already slip pass the frozen ice to almost touch the ancient tome beneath. No, this is not right, Oracle snapped out of her reverie, but it is already too late. When she looked down upon her hands, the ancient tome is nestled in palms of her hands in the form of a pulsing mote of pure white light whispering softly ancient secrets of arcana. The dreadful feeling, it has been a far too long time since she has last fed. No, I can do this, I can overcome the HUNGER… NO!!!...
How long has Morg been dreaming about the elven girl, he do not know, when he look again at the glade, he finds the girl kneeling by the pond with her hand halfway deep in the frozen ice. The he saw in the palms of her hands, a soft white ball of pure light. Strangely it brings him a feeling of peace and utter contentment and a desire to keep it safe. Looking back at the elven girl’s face, a new look has replaced her beauty, a feral look, no, a HUNGRY look. Horror erupts when he sees the light slowly melted into the elven girl. NO!!!...
Oracle turned an unconcerned look at the intruder who dashed out behind a tree, brandishing a bow at her. The frozen pond has instantly melted away and in its place a fiery portal to some hell has opened. Imps, fire elementals, and other denizens of hell seems can’t wait to claw out of the hell portal are climbing up towards her. Already, a fire elemental has her arm on this plane of existence and is trying to claw at her feet, Oracle looked back at the intruder, should she save him or leave him. It makes no differences, for it is death either way.
HISTORY:
Eons ago there was once a princess, who is loved by her family and people. When the princess learnt that no physicans can saved her dying father, she make a prayer to the gods for the power to save her father. And her prayer was answered. Imparted the knowledge of an ancient ritual which grant her the power she need to save her dying father. Successfully was the ritual, the princess managed to save her father, but unknown to her, there is a hidden price attached to this power. The people cheered and loved the princess as she saved their beloved king.
Soon the princess discovered she has a desire to know all knowledge especially those of Arcana nature. Everything quieten down and peace returned to the kingdom, merchants and adventurers from all over brings gifts of Arcana nature to satisfy the princess’s curiosity. Slowly a new plague descended on the kingdom and no cure is at hand. The princess again pray to the same god who had helped her the last time, but no answer was heard. At that time, a priest of Meridia was passing by the kingdom and reveal to her the truth about the disease and her ritual.
The ritual grant the princess the ability to process all knowledge of Arcana nature and it develops into a hunger which makes her seek out and consume all new knowledge and Arcana. It also did not cure the king of his illness, but instead It was transferred into the princess and locked it inside, harming the princess not but affecting people around her who shown her love and concerns. The ritual also has toughen the princess making immortal, though she may fell to mortal wounds, but she will always revive later. And slowly the immerse knowledge of Arcana inside her will burn away all her old memories but she will always remain acute of her personal feeling.
Learning all that, the princess disappear from the kingdom one night and was never seen again, driven to live till the end of days, seeking new Arcana to devour.
If a hero, you want to be, then a hero you shall be. (with all the prices attached) ~ Molag-Bal
Female sorceress
Age: 20+
DESCRIPTION
Winter has arrived early this year and carpeted the land with her chilled embrace, somewhere in the dark forest, a hunter is looking for preys. Morg blamed himself for losing his bets in the warm tavern and now he is cold and hungry and alone in the evening hunting. Preys have been scarce this time of year, and the wolves and bears have grown bolder too attacking lonely hunters.
Grumbling under his breaths how he lost his bets to a young chap, he lost his footing and fell into a small trench and gotten his clothes wet with snow. That too, he cursed softly is the chap’s fault as well. Not until now, he discovered there is a soft glow behind some trees. Curiosity won him over, he carefully walk up behind the tree and peek at what is causing the glow.
A small glade lies in front of him. In the middle, there is a small pond with a snow clad ice statue. Soft and wet snow grizzles throughout the forest. Morg freezes as somehow the snow on his clothes has frozen into ice. Not until the statue slowly stretches out her hands to touch the falling snow, did Morg realise that it isn’t a sculpture but a young elven girl. Dressed in a silvery white gown, skin looks as pale as an opal, eyes which bring about the image of turquoise sea, silvery white hair dancing gently with the wind, she looks like an ice sculpture. A pretty white rose which just begun to bloom. How he wished he had the courage to gives his clothes to her to bring her warmth.
Oracle has travelled a long way to finally reach this place. An ancient tome of arcana was locked here eons ago, to keep this place serene and safe. A sanctuary as many would say this place is, where diseases are banished, mortal wounds healed and some say it will even keep daedric princes at bay. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t even realise that one of her hand had already slip pass the frozen ice to almost touch the ancient tome beneath. No, this is not right, Oracle snapped out of her reverie, but it is already too late. When she looked down upon her hands, the ancient tome is nestled in palms of her hands in the form of a pulsing mote of pure white light whispering softly ancient secrets of arcana. The dreadful feeling, it has been a far too long time since she has last fed. No, I can do this, I can overcome the HUNGER… NO!!!...
How long has Morg been dreaming about the elven girl, he do not know, when he look again at the glade, he finds the girl kneeling by the pond with her hand halfway deep in the frozen ice. The he saw in the palms of her hands, a soft white ball of pure light. Strangely it brings him a feeling of peace and utter contentment and a desire to keep it safe. Looking back at the elven girl’s face, a new look has replaced her beauty, a feral look, no, a HUNGRY look. Horror erupts when he sees the light slowly melted into the elven girl. NO!!!...
Oracle turned an unconcerned look at the intruder who dashed out behind a tree, brandishing a bow at her. The frozen pond has instantly melted away and in its place a fiery portal to some hell has opened. Imps, fire elementals, and other denizens of hell seems can’t wait to claw out of the hell portal are climbing up towards her. Already, a fire elemental has her arm on this plane of existence and is trying to claw at her feet, Oracle looked back at the intruder, should she save him or leave him. It makes no differences, for it is death either way.
HISTORY:
Eons ago there was once a princess, who is loved by her family and people. When the princess learnt that no physicans can saved her dying father, she make a prayer to the gods for the power to save her father. And her prayer was answered. Imparted the knowledge of an ancient ritual which grant her the power she need to save her dying father. Successfully was the ritual, the princess managed to save her father, but unknown to her, there is a hidden price attached to this power. The people cheered and loved the princess as she saved their beloved king.
Soon the princess discovered she has a desire to know all knowledge especially those of Arcana nature. Everything quieten down and peace returned to the kingdom, merchants and adventurers from all over brings gifts of Arcana nature to satisfy the princess’s curiosity. Slowly a new plague descended on the kingdom and no cure is at hand. The princess again pray to the same god who had helped her the last time, but no answer was heard. At that time, a priest of Meridia was passing by the kingdom and reveal to her the truth about the disease and her ritual.
The ritual grant the princess the ability to process all knowledge of Arcana nature and it develops into a hunger which makes her seek out and consume all new knowledge and Arcana. It also did not cure the king of his illness, but instead It was transferred into the princess and locked it inside, harming the princess not but affecting people around her who shown her love and concerns. The ritual also has toughen the princess making immortal, though she may fell to mortal wounds, but she will always revive later. And slowly the immerse knowledge of Arcana inside her will burn away all her old memories but she will always remain acute of her personal feeling.
Learning all that, the princess disappear from the kingdom one night and was never seen again, driven to live till the end of days, seeking new Arcana to devour.
If a hero, you want to be, then a hero you shall be. (with all the prices attached) ~ Molag-Bal
Edited Oct 28, 2014 at 01:50 PM by 0
@rainhaOct 31, 2014