Is ook erg jammer... maar, ieder voordeel heeft z'n nadeel
dus ik heb een verhaal geschreven voor m'n nieuwe character. Ik zal em gelijk even posten:
Heathcliff, a young man, was the oldest son of a very rich trading family. His relationship with his father wasn’t very stable; his father was a very rational man, who believed that honest, hard work shaped a man and told something about his true nature; Heathcliff, instead, was more of an irrational person, who believed in the beauty of the human creations of the mind. The two of them were always arguing about responsibilities, work and commitment to making sure that the future of the family would be kept safe.
Although his father wanted him to take over the business in a couple of years, Heathcliff refused to, in comparison to his younger brothers, and told his father to back off and leave him alone. This was the last drop for his father, so Heathcliff was unofficially thrown out of the family, and was told never to return. He was the disgrace of his family, and he had to cope with lots of psychological stress, because he didn’t took it very lightly that he wasn’t part of the family anymore. He attempted to apologize to his father, but he only received warnings and threats.
Many years before, he practiced stealing things in different districts of his home-town, just for the sake of sport, so – after a while - he became quite good in the mastery of the thief.
When he was placed outside the protective and comforting circle of his family, he had an urge to pick up his former hobby, and turn it into his profession. Still, he reasoned that he wouldn’t achieve anything but trouble from a fulltime job of stealing and living the life of a thief, always ready to flight, always hiding in shadows to escape the executioners of the law. Therefore, he applied for a simple job at the docks. The work he had to do was very hard and mind numbing, so he decided to steal from time to time, just for fun and excitement.
Then, on one of his thieving trips, he broke into an old fortified house, which – according to the rumours – was believed to house a powerful witch. When he climbed through the window, he didn’t find any witch, but he did found himself being caught red handed by the owner of the house. A friendly old man, who strangely knew him, approached him very gently and kind. The man also knew that Heathcliff was kicked out of his family, because of his dislike of the trade business. The man seemed to understand him, and the two of them talked for hours that night.
When the sun broke through the clouds and raised above the horizon, the man noticed Heathcliff looking at his alchemical equipment, which was lying throughout the room. Heathcliff asked the man about magic, and what it really was. The man laughed friendly at him and promised Heathcliff to tell him all about it, but not for now. Now Heathcliff wasn’t ready yet. The man would let him know when the time was right.
Several weeks went by, and still Heathcliff heard no sign from the old man, of whom he didn’t know the name. Heathcliff filled his time by performing his sensitive music in royal clubs, and discussed about philosophy in dark inn’s until the break of dawn.
Heathcliff was about to give up any hope about the old man contacting him, until he was stalking through the dark and sinister alley’s of the city-core. He heard a faint buzzing, which – as became apparent – were thousands of red coloured flies, and they were heading towards him! He tried to run and cover up for the ferocious attack, but the winged little fiends were too quick for him. Soon, he found himself totally covered in them. They were crawling all over his body, in his ears and nose, and beneath his clothes. He tried to smash as much as possible, afraid that the flies would bite him. Fortunately, and strangely enough, the flies just crawled over him, without harming him a bit.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in a dark dungeon, dimly lighted with a couple of torches, hanging on the crumbled walls.
Suddenly, as one, all of the blood-red flies launched their flight with a loud buzzing. Heathcliff looked surprised when he saw that the old man was watching him, while sitting in a large chair by a titanic bookcase. The man told him a couple of words, that Heathcliff would remember for the rest of his life: “I’ve been watching you for some time now, studying and reasoning to the very edges of my skills, and I got to know you in a whole different way: you’ve got talent. Now, I will tell you about magic…”
In the following couple of weeks, Heathcliff spent all of his time in the old man’s house, which he learned to call ‘master Conrad’. Conrad learned him to unleash the inner power of raw magic, which Heathcliff contained within, and to alter it into subtle effects, especially directed at influencing the mind of others, in the form of illusions and mental ‘suggestions’.
After months to years of hard practice and after building an irreplaceable relationship with Conrad, Heathcliff’s mentor became very seriously ill. He refused to be treated by professional medical attendants, and although the old man tried to cure himself with his alchemic powers, fate couldn’t be neglected, and it happened that Conrad died of scurvy. This was the last drop according to Heathcliff: his world fell apart. Not only did he have terrible nightmares about his father and the unfortunate ways of the tide, he had additionally lost his best friend and mentor.
He bought himself a small, simple house in one of the lower districts of the city, and there he mourned for his losses. More than ever, he was lost into the sweet teachings and ways of his music and philosophy.
Although he wasn’t at the top of his mental health, one day the unexpected happened: Heathcliff fell in love. Not just a tiny bit. No, he was in a total daze when he put his eyes on the girl called Samantha. Fortunately, she seemed to like him back, but nothing happened for a very long time. It was until Samantha – who was a simple baker’s daughter – went to the docks to buy some fish for her dying mother. Although she was feeling very down and blue, she still decided to approach Heathcliff. As speechless as he was because of his present state of mind and the fear of scaring her away, he made a total fool of himself. Fortunately, Samantha saw right through this first impression and slowly the two of them became very close to each other.
Heathcliff was making positive mental progress and the loving couple decided to live together, especially after Samantha’s mother had died. Heathcliff nearly got her father so insulted that he wouldn’t allow his daughter to, but she succeeded to convince him that she would be very happy with Heathcliff.
One day, Heathcliff and Samantha went for a long distant walk through the wild nature of the country. While walking through the dark, but peaceful and silent forests, Heathcliff wasn’t aware of the burglars that were sneaking up at them at all. He was knocked out by a powerful stroke on the back of his head, and while he was losing consciousness, he heard Samantha screaming, while the burglars – including one with a very distinct tattoo on the back of his head - were apparently raping her. When he wake up a couple of hours later – according to the position of the sun – he found that all of his money was gone, but even more important: Samantha was gone. The only thing he could find were the frayed remnants of her scarf and an amulet that she always wore around her neck. He smelled her scarf with tears in his eyes, and he swore to himself that he would try to find his beloved and avenge her on the burglars.
When he aimlessly wandered deeper into the woods, he saw some figures moving in the distance. As desperate as he was, he ran up to the particular spot, where he found the corpse of his eternal love, Samantha. Her belongings were stripped from her body, just like all of her clothing. She was violated, just like a slave. Heathcliff fell to his knees, and in a urge of pure rage, he screamed like he never screamed before, unleashing all of his emotions of stress and pain, and while doing so, lightning erupted and blasted its powerful bolts into the trees around him. As a result, the part of the forest surrounding him began to burn to the ground. The minutes, in which he sat silent as death next to the woman he intended to marry, seemed like hours, days. Only until a burning branch fell between him and Samantha, he got back to his senses. He stood up as fast as he could, picked up the heavy weighing body and ran back the way he came into the safer parts of the forest. While he was running, he thought he heard a few man screaming like they were in the purest of pain.
Although Heathcliff had learned to use his magic in a subtle way, the major changes in his view at the world and psychological health, as a result of his family history and the recent traumatizing events, gave him a growing urge to use his magical abilities in a much more raw and primary manner, especially to control the elements, which were ever present in his surroundings. Vaguely remembering the scene in the woods, he absolutely knew that he would be able to control the elements in a conscious manner, instead of erupting the powerful forces in a blind state of rage.
He swore to himself that he wouldn’t find any peace, until he would either find the ones that did this to him, or to find peace within…
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. Reden: FF ge-edit, zodat mijn html-rechten ervoor zorgden dat je '-tekens het wel deden. ;) ]
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Het is nog geen anderhalve generatie.....
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) gebaseerd op de ability score. De skills zijn opgedeeld in broad skills en specialty skills. Elke skill kost een aantal punten om aan te schaffen, en elke skill die je een niveau/level hoger wilt hebben kost een skill point extra om aan te schaffen. Ze werken niet met Experience points, maar met achievement points, waarbij je er 7 nodig hebt voor level 2, 8 voor level 3 enzo steeds een stapje hoger.:strip_icc():strip_exif()/u/53680/steiner.jpg?f=community)
In dat geval is onze rolplay beleving gewoon anders denk ik.)
ik gebruik inderdaad het verkeerde woord 
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