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Mytical
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posted October 06, 2007 11:50 AM |
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Edited by Mytical at 15:38, 06 Oct 2007.
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Tragic Past? Isle 3 please.
In my 20ish years in roleplay, I've encountered just about every background. Though I pleasantly pleased when somebody does supprise me. One of the most popular, and populous, has to be the tragic past. Parants were killed by, orphaned by, family curse, ect. Don't get me wrong tragic pasts can be very good for character development. Just seems to get a little .. stale. One can only hear about this farm burning or that street rat trying to live down his family heritage so many times.
Still, tragic pasts can be original, so here is the challenge. Create an original tragic past. Something either never seen, or very rarely seen. The winner will be 'immortalized' by a cameo in my MEGA RPG, and will be put here for all to see in all their glory. I will score each how I think they are, but the final decision will be a poll vote. Each will recieve scores. Originality and Creativity. It will be out of 10. Again, though I will score each, the winner will be determined by Poll. I of course will not be eligible. Good luck.
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Elvin
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posted October 06, 2007 03:27 PM |
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Happy 20th anniversary  I'll see if I can come up with something but that will depend on my inspiration 
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TitaniumAlloy
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posted October 06, 2007 05:31 PM |
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The one that recurs almost without fail is that the character has one attribute at which they are exceptionally good..
You never read about a mediocre archer, the average fighter or a gambler who wins on the off occasion 
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Elvin
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posted October 06, 2007 07:00 PM |
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Or because he has an unusual flaw But that's not the point here.
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emilsn
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posted October 06, 2007 08:46 PM |
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Edited by emilsn at 20:47, 06 Oct 2007.
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Tough one actully.. Hmm... I Figure something out I guess people that has not joined MEGA Topic can still try right?
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wog_edn
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posted October 06, 2007 09:26 PM |
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Is it OK to write the past of my MEGA RP character?
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Mytical
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posted October 07, 2007 05:53 AM |
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Yes, this is open to anybody. Also, Wog_edn if your MEGA character has a tragic past, by all means. Old, new..it does not matter. Just try to make sure it is somewhat original.
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wog_edn
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posted October 07, 2007 10:14 PM |
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When should it be finished?
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Mytical
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posted October 07, 2007 11:36 PM |
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Edited by Mytical at 10:19, 11 Nov 2007.
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Hmm good question. A deadline. Lets say Nov. 30. Should be plenty of time for all involved.
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wog_edn
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posted October 09, 2007 05:28 PM |
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Edited by wog_edn at 17:29, 09 Oct 2007.
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Here are my persons past, took me half hour to write.
Espen were born in Norway in the beginning of 2000, and lived in a world of peace and extreme wealth. That was until he were seventeen years old. Then he were kidnapped by what the police thought to be russians, and brought out of the country. For years he lived in a prison, getting little food and getting beat up every day. He became tougher, and started training to survive, and within ten years he were the most feared person in the whole prison. Then those who had kidnapped him came again, and after what he heard they said to the jailors he were to be experimented with. He were stunned, and taken to a laborotorie where they should do the experiments. The first thing that happened to him were to be given wings, they had managed to change the genes of a bat, so it were ten times normal size. They used a year just to make them fit for his body, then they had to ruin his back to make the nerves also include the wings. The new part of him made his nails become different, and it hurt when they grew bigger and sharper during the night. He also got sharper teeth, his eyes were yellow and he started avoiding the light if he could. His senses were better, and he were able to sense peoples and things before he saw or heard them.
The scientists kept him in a cage while the prosess lasted, and after a year he were, after what they told him, finished. Then they wanted to test his fighting skills with his new body, which were now black. They gave him a new name too, he had forgotten his old one. Shagrath they called him, as they had misunderstood it and thought it meant death. He killed one of the scientists, and three other persons, before they managed to put him into the cage again. He were a human inside a beasts body, his life were ruined and his family long since gone. For fifty years they had worked on him before they decided to do more too him, as technology developed they wanted to make him able to produce energy, as heat. They injected melted steel into his blood, and by some reason it never froze and became solid, but were always hot. It strenghtened him, and made his physical wounds heal quick, as the blood coagulated at once when it left his body. He could produce heat, with his will, but that was not enough. They almost killed him several times, as they threw him into flames or bathed him in burning coal. After several years it seemed as they had succeded, he could produce fire and even control it. He were also immune now, and as master of fire they sought to use him against the USA as an assasin. He denied, and ended up blowing up the whole lab.
Now here were alone, he knew no one, and were certainly not welcome anywhere because of his look. He managed to get undetected to a back-alley, into a toilet and found a mirror so he could see how he looked. The sight made him try to take his own life, but whatever he tried he never managed to do it. He were black as night, with long white hair and his eyes were yellow. His teeth had grown sharp and were bigger, he were bigger than before, about six feet, and also he had much more muscles. He had turned into a fighting maschine, it seemed, and he hadn't aged one day in appearence since the experiment started. He still looked like twentyeight under the darkness.
He spent several years after that, to learn how to change back to normal form, and he claimed it as magic that he could. But then he found out that the scientists had used some of a meteor that had fallen, in the steel they had injected in his blood, and that he were not the only one that had evolved into another step of human evolution. He could change back to human form, his wings dissapaired, and so did the sharpened teeth and claws. The rest of him were almost inverted, he were pale and got black hair. Still he could change back to demon form, as he called it. His power were the same, and he seemed to be ageless. He couldn't die, he believed.
After that started a new life for him, he started working as an assasin, killing for money. He were soon known as the best, as he never failed. He took extreme payment, and used everything to drink and to forget who he had become, and what he would always be. He had no purpose in life but to kill, and that drew his feelings away, soon he didn't care for anyone. But he wouldn't kill anyone if he didn't get paid, or if someone pursued him too. He believed that others should have the opportunity to live, and he made sure there were a reason why he killed those he were paid to kill. Still he wanted to die, to finish the life, but he couldn't. So he continued and the world changed, he watched it all happen, waiting for maybe someone to be his match, and help him end the misery he had been cast into.
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Mytical
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posted October 20, 2007 12:32 PM |
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So far 1 entry. Still plenty of time (Till Nov. 31). May have to up the reward to get people interested hehe. Surely somebody else has a original 'tragic' past story for a RP character they've made?
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emilsn
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posted October 20, 2007 02:29 PM |
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Im working on it.. I just can get the good angle on it..
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Lord_Woock
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posted October 20, 2007 02:50 PM |
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Quote:
The one that recurs almost without fail is that the character has one attribute at which they are exceptionally good..
You never read about a mediocre archer, the average fighter or a gambler who wins on the off occasion
Well, in my experience as an RPer, I've encountered an archer who was effective mostly because he shot very fast, without even aiming properly (he was shooting at a humongous army from a castle wall, go ponder). Too bad he had to die in that battle. Still, 12 thousand people can't really even hope to hold off half a million of barbaric hordes.
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RedSoxFan3
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posted October 21, 2007 09:20 AM |
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I'm sure we could get Shadowcaster or MightyMage to consider QPs for the good entries. We haven't had a good contest in Glade for a while.
This is a good brainstorming exercise. I like this.
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Mytical
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posted October 23, 2007 08:22 AM |
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Though I will not be in the running for the contest, here is one of my favorite characters tragic story past.
When Kiki Toshioto was born, there were 12 great houses that led the assassin guilds known as Ninjas. The Toshioto clan was the head of those twelve houses. The most respected and feared of the clans if they would vote a certain way on a matter, most of the other houses would follow suit.
One of the houses, the Henshindo house, resented the Tohsioto's influence. While the Toshioto house had the best trained Ninjas, the Henshindo house was the largest house. Still they did not want to fight the Toshioto House alone. In secrect they convinced three other smaller houses to agree to attack the Toshioto house. The lands and goods would be devided equally.
When the attack took place Kiki, who was 13 at the time, was at the market place. Things did not go as the enemy houses planned, however, and apon her return several of her family was still alive. The Henshindo house had betrayed the other three, however. Accusing the Toshioto house of murder, they claimed that the Toshioto's lured the other three houses there under false pretenses. They managed to convince the other houses, and the Toshioto Clan was stripped of it's power and authority.
Firmly in control now, the Henshindo clan wanted to humiliate the Toshioto clan so that they would never even try to reclaim power. Offering their 'protection' to the Toshioto's they demanded the daughters of the clan in return. In a great act of dishonor the head of the clan accepted the agreement.
When they came for the girls, only Kiki refused. Like a woman possessed she clawed and scratched. During the struggle she grabbed a torch, but unfortunately this would prove to be her undoing. One of the guards pushed her backwards, and the torch came in contact with her eyes. It would prove to make her blind. The Henshindo clan had no use for a blind woman, and sent her off to be killed 'quietly'.
They took her to a local mountain, where they were going to push her off to make it look like an accident. They were unaware that a hermit by the name John Strongarm Junior, he was a non-native who just wanted to be left alone. Still when he witnessed them about to push her off the mountain, he could not just stand by. He killed them, and pushed their bodies off the mountain. Nobody ever did come to check to see what had happened.
He nursed her back to health, all the while teaching her new techniques. Her blindness made this difficult, but eventually her eyesight returned. Oddly enough, however, she proved to be a worse fighter with her sight then blind. So the lessons went on with her blindfolded.
Years passed, and people forgot all about the Toshioto clan. Kiki did not forget. In her eyes the old Toshioto clan was dead, the only people worth her time where her sisters. She detested men, and even considered her rescuer valuable as long as he taught her.
Finally she was ready to go get revenge. The Henshindo, and the men of the Toshioto family would rue the day they tried to make her property. A new Toshioto clan would eventually be born. How she went about it..is a story for another day.
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Mytical
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posted November 11, 2007 10:18 AM |
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A small reminder that the deadline is approaching in about 2 weeks. If you intend to participate, keep this in mind. So far, 1 entry (who will win automatically if no other story is posted by the last day of November).
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wog_edn
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posted November 21, 2007 06:14 PM |
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I think ... that it should be about a persons past?
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emilsn
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posted November 21, 2007 07:56 PM |
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... yeah its twisted and weird...
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wog_edn
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posted November 21, 2007 10:39 PM |
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I didn't say that ... it just doesn't seem like a past that has happened to a person. Its structure look more like a poem 
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Shadowcaster
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posted November 22, 2007 12:41 AM |
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This is an oldie, but a goodie. I've taken this story from three different posts in LHW and tied them together, taking the liberty to iron out any inconsistencies and smooth out the story as I saw fit. It is very long, but I hope you'll all read it and enjoy it nevertheless.
The Story of Rinaldo and Mordikai's Past (from LHW)
In the summer in the two lads' 18th year as friends, an irreparable division began to tear the two apart. Both were falling more in love with Sheila by the day, yet they saw also her own blossoming feelings for the shadow mage. As autumn cooled the land, Mordikai and Sheila began dating, a practice that Rinaldo vehemently opposed. The time mage couldn't suffer this unrequited love, yet he did not dare imperil his dearest friendship either. For now, he deigned to remain silent. Not even he knew his passion was about to break his promise to never let this girl break up the bond he shared with the shadow mage.
A year passed since the couple had begun to date, and Mordikai began sharing his plans for proposal with his best friend. Rinaldo had hoped time would dull his love for Sheila, but he was not so lucky. It had only grown keener still, and something snapped within him once he learned the shadow mage was about to cut off the only chance for happiness he could conceive. Before the big anniversary date that night, Mordikai and Rinaldo went and scoped out rings for Sheila, both settling immediately on a single ring, one they both knew she would like best. Everything was prepared; the shadow mage would propose that night.
Rinaldo parted ways with his friend after hearing a rundown of the couple's plans for the night and set off to a friend's house. Knowing Valen was secretly in love with Mordikai as well, the time mage would have little difficultly in making the shadow mage out to be a rotten cheater. All it took was a fake letter saying Mordikai wanted to confess his undying love to her delivered to the poor girl's home, written and signed in the time mage's best impersonation of his friend's handwriting, to convince Valen to go to a specified meeting place. She would be at the hanging gardens where Mordikai was planning to propose to Sheila.
As Valen arrived and saw Mordikai sitting alone, not knowing that he was waiting for another, she approached him and threw her arms around him, kissing him passionately. The shadow mage resisted, but could not stop her before Sheila came in and saw the two together. The shadow mage spotted her just as she slipped silently back the way she had come, seeing just one small tear slide down her face and glisten in the moonlight before she disappeared from his heart forever.
Mordikai quickly shoved Valen to the ground and dashed off in pursuit of his beloved, but he was too late. She had found another shoulder to cry on in Rinaldo, who had been waiting in the wings for this very moment. Sheila stood bawling as the time mage held her in his arms, providing comfort focused on her forgetting about Mordikai and moving on. The shadow mage walked toward the pair, unaware of his friend's betrayal, but they vanished as Rinaldo noticed his approach. He had whisked her away with a time spell, leaving the shadow mage alone and broken, wondering where his closest companions had gone.
During the emotional breakup, Rinaldo played support for both sides, but he was only acting. Mordikai refused to leave his home, so his friend offered to take the ring back to the jeweler for him in hopes that the small fortune he had spent had not gone to waste. Rinaldo asserted that the memory would be too painful for the shattered shadow mage to bear, a notion the shadow mage greatly appreciated. His love had turned away from him in an instant, taking a large part of his heart with her. The shadow mage sank into deep depression, blaming himself for losing Sheila, and only Rinaldo was there to comfort him.
Yet, he was there for her as well. Sheila, in the wake of the time mage's overwhelming support through the hard times that had befallen her, soon began to adore Rinaldo. He had succeeded in helping her get over her heartbreak while subtly turning her against his former friend, whom he said had lashed out in anger against all his attempts to convince the shadow mage to take her back. They quickly fell in love and became engaged in secret, but the news got out and word circulated all across the Order camp. Mordikai was not in the dark for long. He was crushed. The only two the outcast could turn to were too caught up in each other to care, or even notice, anymore. He resented his friends' happiness, but he could not hate them because of what they felt for each other. Not yet, anyway.
Eventually, Mordikai grew to accept his situation and vowed to put the past behind him and accept the love that had arisen from his own misfortune. After all, they were both still his friends, and he didn't wish to cause them any pain through his lingering selfishness. When he finally found the couple, Mordikai earnestly congratulated them on their impending marriage. His support soon vanished, however, for as he saw the ring on her finger, the very same ring that he'd proposed with so long ago, Mordikai suddenly realized what had happened. He had been betrayed. Donning a pleasant facade, he slipped away, promising revenge to both the interloper and his prize.
The day of the wedding was fast arriving, but it was not the union that was meant to be. Rinaldo had stolen Sheila from his best friend so that he could have her for his own, all for the sake of "love". The shadow mage had decided he no longer believed in such trivialities, for love was too unsteady an emotion to have any real value. When his friend had taken out the very ring the shadow mage would have proposed with and shamelessly revealed that he had used it to win over the most precious thing in both their lives, a flame alighted in the shadow mage's heart, and his depression quickly transformed into anger. He now had a purpose again. Rinaldo would pay for what he had done.
Shadowcaster began to plot vengeance, and he eventually decided he would take from his "friend" the one thing he'd fret losing most: Sheila, the prize, as she had now become. If he took her away from the time mage, Rinaldo would feel the same torment and anguish that he had felt the instant he realized what a backstabber his friend was. Mordikai could repay Rinaldo's betrayal in kind by becoming a backstabber, too. It was the perfect revenge, but the question was, could he exact it?
Even though Mordikai fervently hated his one-time friend, he could hold no malice against Sheila. She had been framed, and was still unaware of the shadow mage's undying faithfulness to her. If he was to take her away from RSF, his humanity would have to wither away. He would have to extinguish all order in his life and stoop into chaos to pull someone he still loved so dearly with him into oblivion.
Slowly but surely, the shadow mage convinced himself that this was the best thing for him and the worst for everyone else, just as they deserved. Every day that led up to the wedding, he lost another touch of compassion and reason, and the fact that everyone turned a blind eye to his misery only served to draw him deeper into the darkness to which he was now sure he belonged. This world of light had shunned him for too long, and now he would prove their fears about him true. The shadow mage was ready to rip all that his friend held dear from the earth and then stoop so far into the darkness that no one would dare venture in after him.
The day was now here, and all the celebrations of the long-awaited union made the shadow mage sick to the stomach. He stayed in the shadows as the guests arrived, hundreds of them, to see the wedding of the season--the wedding that should have been his. There would be no celebration when his work was finished; they'd all soon be scarred by the atrocities they would witness. The shadow mage couldn't help but smile.
Soon, the ceremony began, and Mordikai took his place as the best man, a position accepted out of strategy, not out of comradery or some twisted sense of obligation. A painfully long time passed before his moment to strike arrived. The crowd stood as the bridal march began to play, and Shadowcaster tensed as Sheila appeared at the end of the aisle, looking as lovely as a painting. He almost wavered, remembering the love he had shared with her, but those months had not gone to waste, and his compassion for his two friends quickly faded. The time had come.
As Sheila reached the halfway point of the rather long aisle, Shadowcaster leaned to RSF and whispered the phrase that would haunt the time mage for years to come.
"Time to take back what is mine."
The groom turned, and frantically reached to grab his friend, but the shadow mage was too quick. The room grew dark for an instant and the shadow mage vanished. When the light returned, RSF turned to the crowd and screamed, "Find the shadow mage!" but it was too late. At the moment his eyes met with his bride's, hers grew dim. The time mage watched in horror as his bride fell to the ground, slain from behind. As she fell, her killer's figure was revealed, and the shadow mage stood above her with a smirk of supreme satisfaction. His humanity was gone.
Mordikai reached down and grabbed his dagger from her back, then, looking up at Rinaldo with a look of sinister triumph, charged the groom with the intent of finishing him off as well. He could not reach his friend before the crowd intervened, holding him back from his target. The time mage, dazed and enraged, slipped from the scene, and Mordikai was sentenced to death for his crimes when he was dragged before the ruler of the Order fort: the God of Spam.
Set for death row, the shadow mage sat sulking in a foul and rotting dungeon while his newly bitter enemy roamed free in the streets. How could he have been so arrogant? How could he have failed? The shadow mage hated his friend, he hated everyone around him, and welcomed his execution at dawn. Mordikai had just killed the one he loved, and was on his way to killing the only other person that had truly accepted him before the crowds swarmed over him in protest. Now all that the shadow mage wanted was to go back, to undo that which he had done. The time mage could have Shiela, just bring her back.
"Bring her back!" he shouted. The echo circled the large dungeon for what seemed an eternity before a "Shut up!" took its place.
Why had he done this to himself, he thought? But now it was too late. Mordikai had taken everything everything he'd held dear and thrown it away, and now all he had was a misguided sense of having been wronged. Was vengeance really this important to him? It had to be, for it was all that remained to him. A shadow fell over the broken man's face, and he began to weep.
As his tears ran dry, he began to speak softly to himself, and, as if in a daze, he spoke utter truth.
"I've done nothing but cast shadows my whole life, but before, they were to keep those who shunned me away, to keep those who would not have come in anyway out of my life. But now..." he trailed off as his speech slipped into silent thought.
Now his shadows had been turned on his friends, on himself even, and his shadows of misery had spread like those on a plain just before sunset. It had blanketed his life now, and he wasn't even worthy of his name anymore. Mordikai, he resolved, would die alone. He would die as the blight upon the world: Shadowcaster. At least it would be over soon, and he would be freed from this anguish.
The newly christened Shadowcaster looked up through the bars at the moon - his last ever. It wasn't even full, he thought. Shadowcaster had always hoped to be like the moon, a light borne in darkness, one that revels in the night but is not consumed by it. Now the moon was just a tiny sliver, it would probably go unseen the next night.
"Life is full of ironies," he muttered as he drifted into the last sleep from which he would awaken.
His rest would only last for a grand total of 27 minutes before the walls came tumbling down. Mordikai looked around, startled, realizing that he was the only one in the entire dungeon that was still alive. This couldn't be a coincidence.
Over a hill of rubble appeared a ragged, exhausted earth mage. He wore the hood of the priest that had been present at Rinaldo and Shiela's wedding. Shadowcaster hadn't realized it, but his murder of Sheila had actually saved Rinaldo's life.
The earth mage confided in the shadow mage, first providing his name: Wolfman. He was a soldier of Chaos, one of those Mordikai had been indoctrinated to hate from birth. They were madmen that razed everything they touched and destroyed lives wherever they went, or at least he had been told, but this earth mage was nothing like the stories. Wolfman had been dispatched on an undercover mission to the Order fort in order to cause a disturbance the would unravel the organization of their society, to cause inner strife by playing the role of twisted priest. Order had always hung onto its religion as justification for their own slaughters, but where would they turn if one of their symbols of holiness turned on them and bathed in the blood of innocents? He was there to kill the happy couple, but the shadow mage had beaten him to it.
Upon seeing the fallen bride and the invisible assassin, Wolfman had fled the scene. At first, he'd cursed himself for failing his mission. If he returned to the fort of Chaos and reported that he had not accomplished his task, he'd be beaten - perhaps to death. He found his way into a dark alleyway nearby and watched the commotion unfold. The crowd seized the killer as he advanced on the groom and brought him before the God of Spam, their diety. Something in him clicked, and the earth mage determined to bring the shadow mage back to join the armies of Chaos in place of a mission success. Chaos always loved to have more assassins, surely he would get off easier if he brought one with him. The shadow mage was going to die anyway, so he had nothing to lose. He would surely join their cause, and Wolfman would surely be forgiven. After all, strife had already rotted Order's core.
Mordikai would join the ranks of Chaos, and he left his memories of his home behind, save for one. He vowed that, if he ever saw Rinaldo again, either on the field of battle or off, he would kill him in cold blood. That was the only way he could find peace.
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